The Canadian national anthem isn't the worst anthem in the world, but it could be better. For example he American anthem has bombs and war and stuff in it, whereas ours is about standing guard. Noble, but come on... bombs! Granted war is Americas strong point, and it is always good to play to your strengths. I still think we can do better. Since we gave the United States the inspiration for its anthem (War of 1812 baby - Google it), I figure we can come up with a newer, stronger, better anthem for ourselves. Here are two suggestions for a new anthem that play to our strengths. First our massive size:
...and our national symbol (not the leaf, the other one...):
Either of these choices would be awesome to hear during a gold medal presentation, wouldn't it?
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Monday, September 13, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Lettuce Be
I have always wondered if people are vegetarians because they love animals or if they hate plants. This video has gone a long way towards cementing my views on the whole herbivore/carnivore debate (ignore the mullets - fashion was not kind to Canadian comedic folk singers in the 90's). So without further ado, I and the good people of YouTube present to you fine Internet based citizens an argument against vegetarianism (in song!)...
... so save those spuds and eat a cow instead. While we're at it, lets give mad props to our tasty bovine friends...
... and remember folks, it is not a meal unless a cow has died. (they like it, gives them purpose in life - I know, I have asked several of them. They all said "mah-ooo", which is cow-talk for "dude, you're gonna love this ribeye I got growin' up over here".)
Note: this post is what happens when my wife leaves me alone at night with an Internet connection and a fridge full of beer. Blame her... (love you, honey!)
... so save those spuds and eat a cow instead. While we're at it, lets give mad props to our tasty bovine friends...
... and remember folks, it is not a meal unless a cow has died. (they like it, gives them purpose in life - I know, I have asked several of them. They all said "mah-ooo", which is cow-talk for "dude, you're gonna love this ribeye I got growin' up over here".)
Note: this post is what happens when my wife leaves me alone at night with an Internet connection and a fridge full of beer. Blame her... (love you, honey!)
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