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Adventures in Albion
Weep, weep O Walsingam, Whose dayes are nightes,
Blessings turned to blasphemies, Holy deedes to dispites.
Sinne is where our Ladye sate, Heaven turned is to helle;
Sathan sitte where our Lord did swaye,
Walsingam, oh, farewell!
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He's a little off on that one. From what I can tell, the Only Permissible Canadian Creed is TOLERANCE™. Which, when you add in all of the other statist traits outlined below, makes for a rather unwholesome cult.
Without getting all USA! USA! on you, I think Canada's main saving grace is that it is firmly within the Yankee gravitational pull. Bordering the unruly colossus gives a constant up close and personal reminder that perhaps things don't have to be this way.
My only proof is a thought experiment: imagine how much worse Canada would be were it to switch places with, say, Belgium or Denmark.
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