Anyhow, I'm sort of back. Just hard to imagine after the trucks in Ottawa, the blockades at the boarder, tens of thousands of people in the street that we are going to just go back to sleep.
Have you ever been in the path of totality from a solar eclipse? In the center, it -is- night. But lit from alround in a ~8mi (HOW MANY KLIKS IS THAT, CITIZEN? *WHACK*) radius around you, so sunlight bounces off the ground into the atmostphere and then scatters back down. It's, mostly pretty cool.
(btw: Someone just lost their seat for the trip. Don't tease her, Laser, the ladies will have your guts for garters, because they are shocked--shocked, I tell you-- by what I have just done. Whatever it was. Conjugate a verb? Demonstrate a talent for nuance? Whatever, might as well have been fuckin' voodoo to them. Meanwhile: you.) it's night, so all the wildlife suddenly tries to instantly go to sleep or wake bolt upright.
That's probably what's happening here. Canada is pretty fine, but it's also pretty whackjob. Speaking of whackjob, I am pretty sure my friend in Canada has lost her shit while watching you dickbags attempt to abuse me and succeed in spraying all the nearby bystandards with shrapnel. I'm not gonna penetrate her security--I mean, you know, Canada--but nevertheless, yeah, if I were her I would be pissed off too.
And since if I were her I would be a woman, and then, every goddam man I ever met in my life whoever even noticed that I had tits would be excited to line up to defend my honor or all that shit. God, this is so fucking boring, without any interest in sex (Ed.: fuck off), drama is boring. What's the pay off? End music credits? Not worth it. No payoff, I could just fart "Old MacDonald" and we'd be good for the day.