So, I woke up and discovered something about myself. I'm not who I thought I was. Nope, I don't have Schizophrenia or Multiple Personality Disorder! No, on the contrary, an act of law has apparently changed me.
You see, I was born in Mishawaka, Indiana in a part of St. Joseph's Hospital that is now a parking lot. For all of my life--nearly 42 years now--I have been an American. I am very proud of that fact and I thought I always would be an American. Yet, I actually woke up different today. See:
Yep, apparently I am Canadian, eh? I'm sure my relatives in Canada would be proud. (There's a whole lot more of my family who actually are Canadian than are American.) Yet, I find this a bit odd.
Now, don't get me wrong, I am certain that there are people who want to be Canadian, who thought they were or should have been Canadian and who had problems getting the right paperwork. I can see the kindness and common sense in fixing those problems but granting blanket citizenship to hundreds of thousands of people? Especially in today's world of terrorism and lack of health care. I just don't quite get it. Do you, eh?
Happy Scrapping!
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