Saturday, June 27, 2009

A Primer On Becoming A Canadian


How I became a real Canadian

The authentic soul of Canada is in the wilderness. Trouble is, you need a paddle and indoor plumbing

Margaret Wente

A Canadian is someone who knows how to have sex in a canoe.

–Pierre Berton

Thirty years ago, in 1979, I became a Canadian citizen. I stood up in citizenship court, along with dozens of complete strangers, and pledged an oath to the Queen. I had it easy. Most of them had crossed an ocean and learned a new language; I had merely crossed a border. Afterward, we all shook hands, and I cried.

The next step, obviously, was to have sex in a canoe.

The rest of the story.....

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