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Describing Canadians...

"The political lines run east and west, the economic lines mostly south. They are some thirty million people who line up along the southern border like goldfish against the glass, all the while leaving the North so empty the rest of the world can say, with some legitimacy, that they aren't even in it.

They have a jagged line far up empty northern stretch with trees on one side and no trees on the other. They begin the real New Year the day after Labour Day Weekend. They celebrate Groundhog Day when winter has just settled in, not when it's supposedly ending. They complain about the cold and yet, in places like White River, Ontario, and Snag, Yukon, they argue over and boast about record lows. They revere their anthem although only professional anthem singers know the words. They mostly like Americans and often dislike America. They drive from flat prairie into mountains. They have three ocean shores - one with high rocks at the Atlantic, one with shrinking ice over the Arctic, one with inviting beaches into the Pacific - and a fourt shore, freshwater, along the Great Lakes, where for long stretches they stare across to the Unites States at night as if that country were lighted store windows on the far side of a street that's most vacant lot on theirs. And yet, they consider their vacant lot the superior property.

They are familiar with the touchstones: the Canadian Shield, Peggy's Cove, Old Quebec, nuisance grounds, curling, Georgian Bay, Nanaimo bars, maple syrup, the Rockies, muskeg, road hockey, weather talk, late-night newscasts being bumped by Hockey Night in Canada, place names like Climax, Sakatchewan, Dildo, Newfoundland, and Medicine Hat, Alberta, soapstone carvings, legends like Mufferaw Joe of the Ottawa Valley and the Windigo of northern Crees, the Avro Arrow, May two-four weekends, Screech, Céline Dion, the lake, John Deere caps, fiddleheads, Morningside, Razzle Dazzle, Corner Gas, Trailer Park Boys, Don Cherry, Michel Trembay plays, Anne of Green Gables, poutine, "peace, order and good government", with everything held together by Red Green's duct tape.

Canada is a country that, like Einstein's theory of relativity, is impossible for virtually any of us to grasp.

Canada have two languages but rarely speak them both; they have two official national sports but hardly ever play one, lacrosse; they fret over other provinces' separation threats and race to threaten separation themselves; they use Ottawa as both capital city and swear word; they have politicians who are elected to the federal government to work for the elimination of the federal government; they have academics calling for the end of provinces, premiers working for ever-increasing provincial powers, and mayors hoping for the creation of city states at the expense of provincial powers; they argue, still, over whether Louis Riel should have been hanged as a traitor back in 1885 or deserves a statue of Parliament Hill as a Father of Confederation.

A country where pollsters not long ago discovered that more people believe in the Loch Ness monster than believe their potiticians. A country whose citizens often seem less interested in whether a glass is half full or empty than they are in whether there might be chips in the rim - and yet will still tell pollsters they think of themselves as contented people.

This is a country with no history of civil war - but only because historians haven't yet come to terms with what the Meech Lake Accord was all about.

It takes creative minds to keep a place like this together - and perhaps the true secret to the little-recognized longevity of Canada belongs to the inventors. After all, as the poet Miriam Waddington asks:

Are they real or did someone invent them?"

By Roy MacGregor - Canadians - A portrait of a country and its people

Dilma Roussef em campanha pela presidência

Como dizem os ditados, "quem tem telhado de vidro não deve jogar pedra no telhado do vizinho" e "o mundo dá voltas", quem não se lembra do apagão que ocorreu em 2001, no governo anterior? E quem não se lembra do quanto o episódio foi utilizado como trampolim pelo governo atual para angariar votos?

Pois bem, jogaram pedra no telhado dos outros, mas o mundo da voltas e há apenas duas semanas a postulante à candidatura à presidência pelo PT, a atual ministra Dilma Rouseff, se gabou do "planejamento" do governo atual comparando novamente com o governo anterior, bem como ressaltou os investimentos feitos para dizer que o Brasil estava salvo de novo apagão. (Veja matéria clicando aqui).

Então veio a realidade, a fatalidade, os fatos, e ontem, surpreendendo a todos, meio Brasil ficou às escuras. Hoje, pela manhã, a ministra não quis se pronunciar a respeito de suas declarações. Com certeza, por estar em campanha, na hora do mal feito entra outra figurinha para explicar o inexplicável.

É, meus amigos, a ministra mostrou que está em campanha, escondeu sua metralhadora dentro do armário e se armou da cartilha de marketing eleitoral do PT. Ao invés de balas perdidas, rajadas de palavras para tentar vender sua imagem. Seguiu à risca os mandamentos, entre eles o de que o importante é falar bastante, não importando se é verdade ou não. O que vale é a imagem, não são necessários projetos, muito menos realizações. Desta feita, deu com os burros n'água. Que outros desmascaramentos se repitam!

Eta cambada... Pobre Brasil, mescla de oportunistas e tolos... Que lástima!