I loved the Winter Olympics this year. I was blown away by Canada. Over the past couple weeks I considered moving to Vancouver. It looks amazing. I find the name Whistler so appealing that I want to ride a train there tomorrow. Canada knocked my American socks off. Then the closing ceremonies happened. All those prejudices I abandoned about Canadians being moose-punching, beer-drinking, maple syrup-covered snowbillies turned out to be the truth. When given their final shot at putting the exclamation on a two week, successful re-branding of their country they blew it. Literally. They blew up giant beavers and moose and mounties and bragged about saying "sorry" too much and let us know in a big way that we were right all along. They're a bunch of doofuses. Yesterday we found out (painfully) they're awesome at hockey and awkward goodbyes.
So nice try, Canards. You almost tricked me into believing I had you wrong all these years. Crazy goofballs.
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