On this momentous day when some long-lost uncle unfailingly brings out his old LP’s of Anne Murray as he opens himself a can of Molson Canadian, let me be the first to remind those partaking in these festivities of the ongoing oppression the complacent country which still maintains a holiday named after Queen Victoria perpetrates over the province of Quebec, forever looking down the twin barrels of Prime Minister Harper’s shotgun approach to nation-building, one-half Bible-brandishing Western redneck, one-half who’s-minding-the-store Ontarian petit-bourgeois self-satisfaction. Inevitably, blam, blam, we are dead. And three days later, the Americans show up, and they have bigger guns.
But don’t let this spoil your merriment, while it lasts.
