Oh, Canada

What's not to like about that country?

As I yearn to take a mini-vacation, I was thinking fondly back to the solo vacation I took to Vancouver and Whistler, British Columbia last year. It's true. Canadians are supremely nice people. And, despite the "aw shucks" personae, I think they're actually quite intelligent to boot.

They take great pains to make sure that we know they don't hate us, they hate Bush. Unless you voted for Bush, then they just think you know not what you do and act saddened that the whole thing is so coercive and your too ignorant to recognize it.
Condescending, yes. But Canadian condescension stings so much less than, say, French.

I think they also take some discrete pleasure in seeing the US crumble under its own sick obesity. But I'm sure they express it in a very nice way.

They stake claim to Neil Young, Paul Robeson, and David Suzuki to name a few fine Kanuks. Quality individuals - all.

And, the birds! Oh, the birds! British Columbia boasts the highest concentration of nesting bald eagles in the winter, in the world. It's a source of pride because, you know, the bald eagle is the US national symbol and all.

Even the birds have flown the coop.
Why haven't I moved there yet?