So even though I've got nothing against seals and even though there are few things of which I'm more certain than that monarchy, even constitutional monarchy, even the representatives of a constitutional monarchy who aren't chosen by the monarchy itself, is a slap in the face of human dignity, I have to say this story warmed the cockles of my heart.
It pisses me off when Europeans, who'd rather drown in empty plastic bottles (or ship'em off to China for incineration in power plants) than drink from their taps, who can't even keep their fucking urban songbirds alive, who all seem to be convinced that conservation is something that ought to happen elsewhere (in one of the fucking colonies they're mostly done despoiling now, for instance) rather than right fucking here, where nature is already highly degraded and they're in a fucking race with themselves to fuck up what's left, and whose continental cuisine is largely based on what kind of sausage they process slaughtered pigs into - anyways, it pisses me off when they think they have a goddamn thing to say about who kills and eats what in Canada.
When these disgusting post-colonial troglodytes eat snails, frog legs, baby cows, foie gras, octopus, horse, and any of the remaining wild animals left scrounging around this fucking ecological wreck of a continent that they can get their hands on in the million-weight, I have no patience with the assholes going 'ooh-la-la' because our ceremonial head of state guts an animal whose conservation status is non-threatened, cuts off a piece of its heart, and eats it, in the tradition of a people who have been gutting seals and eating their hearts since before Europeans figured out how to wipe their own asses.
As repellent as I find it that Canada isn't yet a republic, and continues to put a portrait of that daughter of armed banditti on our coinage, her representative Michaelle Jean is the head of our nation in a sense, and that makes her the head of the Inuit as well, and if she's off visiting the Inuit and they hand her a knife and a fresh seal carcass, it is the fucking essence of class that the woman slits it open and eats its heart. I can understand why Europeans are incapable of recognizing class when they see it, though; not only are they too busy finding their way around the wealth of turds on sidewalks dog owners here are too cool to pick up, but European leaders these days seem incapable of anything classier than paying Germans to scrap perfectly good cars, fucking teenagers, and marrying washed-up supermodels or television presenters. And as for any sort of representation of minorities's interests, symbolic or otherwise . . . wrong fucking continent.
Also, I'm on the rag and haven't had a bit of meat in weeks, so the idea of gutting a polar marine mammal and eating its heart sounds really awesome right now.
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"makes her head of the Inuit as well"? what about Nunavut? I thought the Inuit got some degree of autonomy with that? not so?
That depends on what you mean by autonomy. Nunavut is still a federal territory, like the Northwest Territories and the Yukon. So it has a commissioner instead of a lieutenant-governor, like the provinces have.
The lieutenant-governors are figureheads with a whiff of royal approval about them, like little governor-generals for each province, and the territorial commissioners have no whiff of royalty about them.
But Michaelle Jean is the Queen's representative for the whole country, and Nunavut is definitely part of the whole country, not to mention there are tonnes of Inuit in other territories too . . . so yes, in the magical and extremely boring fantasy world that is Canada's constitutional monarchism, Michaelle Jean is also head of the Inuit.
Nunavut does have an extremely interesting, consensus-based territorial administration though. I've been away from Canada too long to know how well it's working and how much autonomy it gives the residents in practice, as most of the territory's budget is federally-supplied and that always gives you some space to slip in a knife or two.
Complicated, eh? Aren't you guys lucky you just have a bunch of states and then whatever Puerto Rico is? Pity the gays aren't allowed to get married in most of them, but you've got to take the good with the bad, I suppose.
i drink from the tap.
i take it you've got tupperware full of soap wash & rags? i think it's a lovely image and you should post it on flickr... with your bag and boxers.
Tap water almost anywhere with any degree of being developed has more stringent quality controls than bottled water. It's only sensible.
Washing soda, Guilty, not soap! You have to scrub with soap and I'm far too lazy to scrub. Doesn't foam, so it would make for a less dramatic Flickr photo.
We have the best tap water in The States, Guilty. Even gays can drink it (so long as they're not married).
Er, what's "Puerto Rico"? Is it making us any money?
Ixnae. They have to go next door to Iowa for those kind of kicks.
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