Legalization of Marijuana

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The election of Justin Trudeau’s Liberal government means that common sense has arrived in Canada and among other anticipations, marijuana will soon be legal. Of course there are serious issues which will need to be discussed, but not here and not now, because it’s Funny Bone Friday. We are wondering what will become of the soon-to-be-retired cadre of dealers like these three characters interviewed by Vice. And how will law enforcement test for pot intoxication? Ask if they want a brownie? Rattle a bag of Doritos in front of their face?

FBF Episode #3. Because we all need our funny bone tickled and nothing makes people laugh quite like gentle, old-fashioned Lady Pot grown in the great outdoors. dream came true

Last night I spent a marathon 6 hours watching the federal election results as the Liberal Party were swept to power with a majority of seats. Thank the gods, change has come! Many months ago I had a vivid dream about Justin Trudeau, so vivid that I convinced myself that soon we’d see the back of Stephen Harper and his retrograde policies. So I started a blog called I Dream of Justin…Trudeau, that is which would compile the dreams that other people might be having of Justin Trudeau — or any Canadian politician for that matter.

There was a fascinating American blog called I Dream of Barack that compiled people’s dreams in those early days of Obama’s rise to the Presidency; I hoped for confirmation that political change was percolating in the Canadian collective unconscious. I Dream of Justin…Trudeau, that is got exactly one hit — from a kind relative offering encouragement. But no matter, it turns out that the people were dreaming, too, because our country now has a leader with vision and courage, my heart is bursting, and we can start to feel proud again.

It’s Funny Bone Friday!

When he was Canada’s Prime Minister, Pierre Elliot Trudeau once made this comment about the USA:

Living next to you is in some ways like sleeping with an elephant. No matter how friendly and even-tempered is the beast, if I can call it that, one is affected by every twitch and grunt.

We love our neighbours to the south and we also like to take the piss out of them because so many of them know so little about us. Here’s a link to a YouTube video of one of Canada’s funniest political satirists, Rick Mercer, on a cultural safari to find Americans who know anything about Canada. While you may not get some of the inside humour, you can certainly see how delightfully, terribly gullible Americans can be — another reason we love them and believe, foolishly perhaps, that we are superior. 🙂

FBF #2 Because we all need our funny bones tickled.

So..subtle but dirty politics

So I went to vote today at the advanced polling station for my riding. Foolishly, I decided to go right when it opened and many other folks had the same idea and it was raining hard so I was limp and soggy by the time I walked from my distant parking spot to the polling station. I know, First World Problems. Anyway, after the confusion of being misdirected by the wilted signage to a wrong entrance where there was a scrum of other confused voters I/we finally found the location. Inside, dozens of people were crowded inside a tight, L-shaped corridor that had two lines. My line-up had about 20 people ahead of me.

Seated on a chair right next to the line-up at the entrance to the registration booth was a woman. At first glance she looked like my friends’ mothers did when I was in high school, like she had a Thanksgiving turkey in the oven back at home, like she’d make your lunch every day. And yet she’s sitting there in the polling station, quietly doing nothing other than being the last thing a voter will see before going into the voting booth. Then on my second glance I notice that the badge on her sweater says The Conservative Party of Canada.

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I Dream of Justin…Trudeau, that is.

I’m at a wilderness resort. The resort is divided between the rich and the not-rich. In between the two sections are water pools. The water is turquoise, murky and steamy. People at the wilderness resort have to be instructed how to float in the pools. The pools contain deep parts and we don’t know how to navigate those parts, nor do we know what creatures might be lurking in the depths, so we all float at the shallow edges. Then there’s a discussion, women seated at a long rectangular table. We’re talking about rare animals and someone mentions that rare animal shit would be good fertilizer for the garden. I pipe up, saying, “Cougar shit would be pretty rare.” Justin Trudeau is among us and he chimes in with, “Bear shit is rare.” And I don’t think bear shit is all that rare but I don’t contradict him.

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