In The Heat Of The Moment

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"Wow," I said, "I've got to tell you that I'm a bit surprised by the reaction."

"Kind of a sore subject up here," Terrence said.

"Okay," I said, "let me understand this. If the rest of the country feels this way then why didn't you just let them secede back in . . . what, '97 or '98?

"Yeah, and years before that," Julie said.

"Oh, most of us want them out. Good riddance." Charles' wife said. This was met with a chorus of agreement.

Robert cleared his throat. "It's really not a matter of wanting them out, it's a constitutional matter. The issues that were raised and addressed during the Meech Lake Accord were ---"

But before poor Robert could further educate us as to the finer points of Canadian Constitutional law, he was drowned out by cries of 'I'm sorry, but I can't stand Francophones', and 'Who do they think they are?', and 'Do you know how much the governments sends them every year? Do YOU!?', and 'They HATE the rest of Canada' and 'They can kiss my ass', and 'Fucktards!'.

Although, to be quite honest that last one may have slipped past my own lips. I don't know. There was much shouting and pounding of fists and enough 'eh's and 'aboot's and 'hosers' thrown aroundt to fill a three-penny opera. I kind of got caught up in the spirit of things.

Here's some advice: be wary of group-think. Next thing you know you're conquering neighboring villages for putting curses on your crops.

Or, holed-up in a half-buried metal container somewhere in the hinterlands of Montana waiting for the end of the world with 83 people dressed in spandex and praying to a four-slice toaster.

By the by, that was without a doubt the weirdest summer of my life.

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