Those of you who breathed a sigh of relief when I headed back to the States now have more worries.
Today, with the stroke of a pen, my mother regained her Canadian citizenship, and is a dual citizen. Not only that, all my brothers and sisters are now dual citizens.
Perhaps we’ll start a new town in Saskatchewan.
What’s your post all aboot, eh?
Town or ‘compound’?
Here’s some additional things to practise:
It’s pasta - not pawstaw (think Santa)
It’s Mazda - not Mawzdaw (think Santa)
And here I was wasting my time on the golf course today!
Yes, you should have been erecting barricades, eh?
Oh, a town, definitely. There’s enough of us. And the only one who might be compound oriented is my dad, and he’s the only one who’s not a dual citizen. (Until they change the law so that he can get it from his great-grandfather, who came down from Quebec.)
I’m still fairly consistently amused that my Canadian citizenship comes from people who fled the U.S. at the Revolution, and my U.S. citizenship comes from people who fled Canada at Confederation.
We said it before, “Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated.”
Is this like The Metamorphosis, only instead of being a giant cockroach, you wake up Canadian?
We should screw with Canada by automatically bestowing American citizenship on a everyone in Ontario, Manitoba, Saskatchewan, and British Columbia.
More lefties to vote for Obama!
(Google “prairie socialism” sometime…)
Take Alberta, they’re already halfway American
Can you speak Canadian? Does the top of your head move when you talk? Do you love Moose Jaw for being Gordie Howe’s birthplace? If not, you are not a Canuck.
Gordie Howe was born in Floral, SK. You’ll have to find another reason to love Moose Jaw.
Wikipedia tells me that “Crescent Park is located downtown and features a creek, swans, and an amphitheatre.” Works for me.
Crescent Park is also a great place to go for a jog on crispy cold days in the late fall.
Thread title sounds like the premise of a horror flick.