I can just hear Rick McGinnis tsking: “Now see, that was your first mistake — leaving the house.”
But all I was doing was going a few floors down to the gym; I was still in my own frickin’ building.
So I’m on the elevator, staring at the floor, and I hear a guy say:
“That’s something you don’t see every day: a Roots jacket with an American flag on it.”
He must be talking to/about me, because that’s my workout hoodie. I look up to see a Ted Bundy/American Psycho guy staring down at me.
And sneering.
“It’s from their 2004 Olympics line,” I mumble.
Ah, l’esprit de l’escalier — or in this case, elevateur. I should have said, “Hey, bozo, did you know that that great ‘Canadian’ company, Roots, was started by Americans who dug Canadian culture, because Canadians were too lazy/chickenshit/regulated/unimaginative to start a similar company themselves?’”
Or:
“Got an American flag on my Dennis Miller ballcap too, as you can see. Bub.”
Or even just:
“Whatsittoya?”
But my floor came, so…
Speaking of the dreaded, evil AMERIKKKA ™: I just had to respond to Damian Penny (godluvim) and his tin-earred, parochial, late 20th century “advice” to Ezra Levant:
Ezra, my friend, I’m on your side. But if you wanted to rally Canadians to the defence of human-rights commissions and hate-speech laws, you’d get the Americans to butt in.
I responded:
If Canadians really are that pathetic, Damian, then they can go screw themselves. But I repeat myself…
This is about protecting the blogosphere, not Canada, which is pretty much a write-off anyway for the reason(s) you inadvertently hinted at.
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