I’m an American feeling the same way… and thinking of moving *(Canada’s a whole different country, right?)**. I’m getting really creeped out by the America I’m reading about here.
If you’re getting scared by “Amurrikka”, please stop by our house. You can walk in, most of the neighbors don’t even know where their house keys are (Seriously. One lady says she doesn’t think the house came with them!). No formality, just lots of homemade food from our garden, and good wine (but no hard alcohol, guess we’d rather drink grapes).
Oh, but I might not be there-- getting surgery on Friday. All covered by great insurance, with minimal paperwork, that we pay a pittance for through the school I teach at.
Oh, and no guns in the house. In fact, I think I’ve seen a gun once, at a Scout Camp firing range. Where my kids and I had fun blasting targets, so we’re not scared of them… I just believe that if I owned one, and confronted a burglar with it, there’s a real good chance I’d be the one getting shot with it.
And I’m an Asst. Minister at a Lutheran church, but I couldn’t tell you what the rest of the neighbors believe, because… it’s none of my business (sounds like that’s different from the Bible Belt). We’re pro-Choice, pro-Science, anti-Ignorance. But I’d say the default around here is Agnostic, and in a bar discussion both Atheist and Fundie would be interesting positions worthy of self-identifying as, with no judgement involved.
Oh, and feel free to go discuss things in our toilet. I’ll leave the seat up.
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A friend’s dad is Canadian, and she’s always leading the charge as we make fun of the land of his birth. My favorite was when he said something in defense, and she turned to him: “Canada… oh, yeah. Wouldn’t that be like living upstairs from a cool, loud party?”