Day 211

I wanted to say something patriotic.
I'm sure I was feeling patriotic at some point today.
But now I can't, because I don't. I don't because you have a problem with a gender inclusive pronoun in the national anthem.
You, and a very loud and blustering group of indignants, who see yourselves as "real" patriots, have a problem changing all our sons command, to all of us command. You know, the original lyric from when it was originally written. But that's just historical fact, it get in the way of your efinition of heritage and tradition, I'll withdraw it.
You're so goddamn patriotic, that you decided that one word change from sons, to us, is one step TOO FAR!
That this change destroys YOUR country.
So to prove your undying and unquestionable pride in what Canada stands for, you will not be changing that one word. This is what you will be celebrating on Canada day. Stubborn masculine insistence.
Not Terry Fox racing against death on only one leg, not Leonard Cohen, not the blue puttees, Louis Riel, Universal Healthcare, not even the underground railway from slavery in the states or fucking poutine.
NO!
YOUR Canada lives and dies on whether or not our national anthem will continue to IGNORE 50.4 percent of the country or not.
There are genuine criticisms to be made about this country.
There are legitimately outrageous things to be pointed out about the current government.
And the voice of dissent is not only welcomed, it is necessary.
And you could be that voice. You could represent the ones harmed by unfavorable policy and ignored in bureaucratic oversight.
You could be a voice to save and preserve the best parts of this country and be champion to reconciling its faults.
Instead you choose this: to be mad about the lack of dick in your national anthem.
So thanks for dampening my Canadian spirit.
Enjoy singing the wrong words at every game for no reason.