Yet again

[jhetley]

Yet again we have a front-page exhibit of the lack of contact between Big Brother and The Backwoods. Passports at the Canadian border?

And how many of our Fearless Leaders know about folks whose driveways start in Canada and end up in the US? Has Shrub ever heard of cross-border communities that share fire departments? About Canadian women who have their babies in US hospitals because the nearest Canadian delivery room is a two-hour drive over bad roads? (Or vice-versa in other areas.)

About areas of Canada like Campobello Island where the _only_ year-round access is through the US?

And Newspeak rationalizations say that increasing the number of passports in circulation tenfold is going to cut down on forged documents?

To quote (or possibly misquote) The Flying Karamazov Brothers, "Ding, dong, you wouldn't believe me if I wrote it in a book."

Comments

[pernishus.livejournal.com]

...while on this side of the border we are having yet another tussle with court-imposed silencing of the news media -- in this case connected with the latest developments in the Liberal Party financial scandal. I swear, if it weren't for the bulletin boards of the Killam Library, which very kindly provide a daily transcript of the forbidden information, I would be tempted to call my beautiful, mary-poppinsesque-pratically-perfect-in-every-way adopted country something less than democratic...

What I especially love about Canada is the way in which the system is just too overburdened with decent people to allow its bumbling attempts at authoritarianism to succeed...

[jhetley.livejournal.com]

My Toronto-resident sister-in-law has indicated waning enchantment with the Canadian PTBs as well. She works with and for them, and has her nose rubbed in wannabe Big Brothers too often.

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

Bearing in mind that geography has never been Dubya's strong suit.

(Old joke: G.W. Bush has just been installed in office (the first time) and he and Vice President Cheney are sitting in the Oval Office, talking about the glorious four years ahead of them. The phone rings; Dick picks it up, "President's office, may I -- Why, yes, he is! One moment,please." He covers the mouthpiece, leans over and whispers, "It's out Great Neighbor to the North," whereupon Shrub grins and grabs the phone.

"Hello?" he says. "Santa?")