Yesterday, I was physically and emotionally shaken, and in turn was shaken by that reaction.
Believe me, I’m not a statist, and not much of a nationalist.
I have no sentimental or even intellectual affection for Canada’s Parliament, which I believe does more harm than good on any given day.
I don’t believe that all cops and soldiers are “heroes.”
I loathe makeshift memorials and heart-tugging nursery school rhetoric about “lost innocence.”
I’m torn about Canada’s response to “the war on terror,” which seems to involve building schools for foreigners who have no written language, and doubling our number of Muslim immigrants since 9/11 — the moral equivalent of hiding Nazis in your attic during World War II.
Instead of, you know, dropping giant bombs and that.