how did all this patriotic shit start with me? it started with an intellectual converstation with andy, who really is a nice guy. andy is a magazine person. or a writer. whichever fits his fancy. he asks me one day to write him a story about little inuits in canada and mounties and whatnot. so last night, when i was coincidentally being bombarded with incessant canada-bashing and irritating igloo stereotypes, i happened to write this little article for him regarding canada vs. america: ignorance is bliss, eh?

when and if you decide to read it, keep in mind that i am an extremely cynical and sarcastic individual. i may not be the most nationalistic citizen of canada, but i am still a canadian. so be prepared to suffer the excavation of poorly concealed truths about america when you bash my country. andy is great, though, in that he gets it, even as a patriotic american. (at least, i think he does.) honestly, i have no qualms with the united states of america — just the stupid people in it.

plug: sanci-baby.com… yeah, baby. another chica reppin’ the 604. (did i just say that?) she’s a nice gal, really. show her some love.