...because my mum died and now I want to go see who I'm related to...
...because I've wanted to go back since I was a wee tot...
...because there's just more interesting stuff to do there...
...because Canada has become such a pointless self-parodying Trudeaupian wasteland of idiocy that there just seems no reason whatever to continue living in it...
...because there's more politics worth fussing over, more newspapers worth reading, more castles worth visiting, more beer worth drinking, cooler accents, more tweed and more stuff worth fighting to the death for...
Because I really really want to...
I'm going.
Before I go, I'd really like to see y'all and have you buy me a pint.
Except you Mr. Harper.
You, I'd just like to see do a better job of turning this pathetic country back from its inexorable path to Socialist Orwelliannightmarism...not that I'd be interested any more if you did...(I've actually got quite a lot more to say to you, but there just doesn't seem to be any point.)
So, I'm going to go to Pauper's pub (AKA, the John Muggeridge Memorial Pub,) on Bloor St. on Saturday the 15th at around 7:30. I'd love to see you. Y'all. Youse...(when is English going to get itself a proper second person plural!?)
HJW
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Hast thou forgotten that "You" IS the 2nd person plural?
I'd love to be there but I can't quite handle the commute. I shall raise a glass in absentia.
Cheers,
-John-
Yes, everyone who lives outside a thousand mile radius of Pauper's, and/or has a major planetary body of water between him and Pauper's, is exempt.
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