Could I Become Canadian?

It stuns me I could even contemplate this. I’m not even a liberal. I have a great life in Oklahoma, albeit the political wasteland it has become. I love the land where I live. It’s beautiful. Like my own little ranch with ponds, creeks, a dense forest, wild turkeys which feed out of my hand almost, deer which frolick from the view of our back windows, incredible fishing, and the thing is I love all the people in my small community. I’m even vice-president of the HOA, yet I’m almost certain saving myself and possibly the only two black families in the community–I’m the only one who didn’t vote for Donald Trump.

If they knew I hadn’t voted for Caligula Lite I wonder if I’d be impeached and blacklisted as a subversive of some sort? It was bad enough having to live with Mary Fallin and the Oklahoma state legislature–now it’s the whole country which has become this very stupid land of the dumb. Just really dumb. It’s like being trapped between dumb and dumber.

So I’ve been giving some thought what it would be like for me to become a Canadian. I love hockey so it’s like part of me is Canadian already. Bobby Orr is my favorite athlete of all-time. The fishing would be incredible. I’ve spent time in Toronto and that clearly would be the area I’d want to live near if I can become Canadian. Serge Ibaka is a Raptor now and there would be that. The Raptors are an up and coming team and in reality Russell Westbrook is probably having the same thoughts about living in Oklahoma I’m having right now in that he detests Trump as much as I do. How ironic, I was born in San Diego, yet I’m thinking I might need to become Canadian.

Toronto is a lovely city. The ambience and culture is the polar opposite of Oklahoma. It’s an international melting pot. Incredible restaurants. They have the Hockey Hall of Fame right there in downtown Toronto. The streets and buildings are lovely. Outdoor cafes everywhere for a ‘liberal’ dude like me to drink a pitcher full of mimosas. Museums, art, culture, and parks litter the city landscape. I despise the Toronto Maple Leafs, but still, I’d be in an NHL city and I could cheer for Serge and wear my Bruins jersey at the games. BTW, Bobby Orr was born in Parry Sound, Ontario which is in the same province as Toronto. Just so we’re clear.

It’s a lot to think about. Maybe at the least I could become a dual citizen so as I could at least escape the stupidity of what America has become.

It’s a lot to think about. But it would be an escape from Caligula Lite, Jeff Sessions, Mary Fallin, and the New Confederacy.

Bobby Orr is to skating what Jonathon Livingston Seagull is to flight. This always calms me, just watching Orr play hockey gives me joy.

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