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Canadian, ai?

The camera captures three pathetic souls seated in an otherwise deserted bar patio. “We were on our lunch break and happened to catch the end of the game,” said a non-enthusiastic trio-member. The news reporter somehow missed the “happened to” remark, as she went on beaming about how proud we Canadians are of our women’s Olympic soccer team. Yes indeed, we were SO proud that the patriotic support was almost worthy of tears and everyone was cheering quite loudly… on the inside.

I’m tired of the American flag taking up my entire TV screen during music videos, presidential elections, the Olympics (especially after they’ve won a game because of an incompetent referee), in the form of a bikini on the half-naked chicks in music videos and for whatever other reason the Americans find to flaunt their blue and red on white. Meanwhile, their appallingly polite neighbours are too busy climbing the walls and throwing up the flags of the countries that originally bore them… cuz let’s face it, the majority of us come from immigrant families. Exhibit A: Jamaica wins three consecutive Olympic metals in a track event and Eglinton West becomes a parade of green, black and yellow.

Ummmm, last time I checked you came to this country in search of a better life. Somewhere where you could make money, raise a family, feel secure, vote freely, speak freely, practice any religion, dress/look the way you want (some people really abuse this one), etc. Yet there you are filling your lungs full of air, rooting and hooting for every country minus the one your butt is currently taking up space in.

Be proud of where you come from… but be as proud of the place you now call home. The little red maple leaf deserves some love too, you know!

– LMS (Made in Canada)

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About Little Miss Spanglish

Bright-eyed dreamer, set in her ways... enjoys working-out to slow jams. Hates being called by her full name by people close to her. Has never had a pet, yet has names picked out for her future fish, cat and Teacup pig (name of future dog still in the works). Loves receiving handwritten letters in the mail (long, handwritten messages in thoughtfully picked out cards also result in a smile). Will stare in disdain at her plate if it is inhabited by: brown rice, asparagus or beets (coming around on the beets). Finds skipping-down-a-sidewalk to be a lost art in adults... refuses to let that happen to her.

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