Vancouver OlympicsWhen I backpacked through Europe I noticed, one day, in a train station a Canadian flag painstakingly sewn onto the backpack of the man in front of me. This caught my attention as the ratio of Canadian flags seemed higher than any other outward showing of national pride from any other travelers. As I thought about this the ticket vendor asked if the man was American, with a hint of disgust he spit out, "Uh, no. I'm Canadian." ... "eh." Your nation is so unimportant and culturally indistinguishable that you have to publicly identify yourself as Canadian. And you get grumpy about it?
This pissed me off. Sure, your accent is a sad knock off of the American accent, your nation is known as the Fifty-first state, you share your nation with a bunch of grumpy French speaking Quebeccers... AND the Canada-centric closing ceremonies SUCKED.
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