LadyRoseWaterton

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[Victor Rivera @vicfornj]

YOU GET A DEMOCRAT AND YOU GET A DEMOCRAT AND YOU GET A DEMOCRAT

[Idiotocracy® @theidiotocracy]

FOR CANADIAN EYES ONLY. 🍁

DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT READING THIS IF YOU’RE NOT CANADIAN.

A LOVE LETTER TO CANADA.

Dear Canada,

Sometimes, in all the noise, the arguments and the headlines, we forget just how extraordinary you are.

So today, this one’s for you.

You’re the country that gave the world hockey, basketball, insulin, IMAX and the Canadarm.

You’re Alexander Graham Bell experimenting with the telephone in Brantford. Frederick Banting and his colleagues helping bring insulin treatment to the world. Geoffrey Hinton and Yoshua Bengio helping lay the foundations of modern artificial intelligence.

You’re Donna Strickland revolutionizing laser technology and James Gosling creating Java.

You’re Wayne Gretzky, Bobby Orr, Gordie Howe and Sidney Crosby.

You’re Summer McIntosh making us leap off the couch and cheer.

And you’re Terry Fox, running down a lonely Canadian highway on one leg, showing the world that courage isn’t measured by how far you get, but by how far you’re willing to go.

You’re Gordon Lightfoot singing about the Edmund Fitzgerald and the Canadian Railroad Trilogy.

You’re Stompin’ Tom Connors, stomping his boot through The Hockey Song and singing about places most of the world had never heard of.

You’re The Tragically Hip, turning small towns, hockey heroes and Canadian history into the soundtrack of a generation.

You’re Leonard Cohen, Oscar Peterson, Céline Dion, Anne Murray and Neil Young.

You’re John Candy, Eugene Levy, Catherine O’Hara, Martin Short, Mike Myers and Jim Carrey, making the world laugh.

You’re Lorne Michaels creating Saturday Night Live and James Cameron taking audiences to worlds they’d never imagined.

You’re Lucy Maud Montgomery and Anne Shirley, that wonderfully imaginative red-haired girl who made a little farmhouse on Prince Edward Island famous around the world.

You’re the Group of Seven, who looked at crooked pines, rocky shorelines and windswept forests and showed us just how beautiful our country really is.

You’re Viola Desmond refusing to accept segregation.

Willie O’Ree breaking hockey’s colour barrier.

And generations of Canadians who stood up against injustice, opened doors and helped make this country better.

You’re the First Nations, Inuit and Métis peoples whose cultures, languages, knowledge and traditions have shaped these lands for thousands of years.

You’re Tanya Tagaq, Susan Aglukark, Kenojuak Ashevak and the countless Indigenous artists and storytellers whose voices continue to enrich this country.

You’re the powerful stories of the Wendigo, carried through generations of Algonquian-speaking peoples.

And you’re Sasquatch, who’s apparently still doing a remarkable job of avoiding a decent photograph.

You’re the Rocky Mountains rising above British Columbia and Alberta.

The endless prairie skies of Saskatchewan and Manitoba.

The lakes and forests of Ontario and Quebec.

The red soil and rolling hills of Prince Edward Island.

The rugged coastline of Newfoundland and Labrador.

The fishing villages, covered bridges and ocean breezes of New Brunswick and Nova Scotia.

You’re the northern lights dancing above Yukon, the Northwest Territories and Nunavut.

You’re the Atlantic crashing against the rocks, the Pacific stretching toward the horizon and the Arctic reminding us just how vast this country really is.

You’re canoeing across a still lake at sunrise, with nothing but the sound of a paddle dipping into the water.

You’re the haunting call of a loon across the lake.

The smell of pine trees after the rain.

The crunch of autumn leaves under your boots.

You’re cottage docks, swimming holes, fishing trips, portages and the sound of rain on a tent roof.

You’re campfires, s’mores, mosquito bites and someone insisting they know a shortcut back to the campsite.

You’re a marshmallow catching fire while three people shout conflicting instructions.

You’re Saturday mornings at the rink.

Skates drying by the door.

Frozen ponds, backyard hockey and road hockey games interrupted by someone yelling, “CAR!”

You’re snow days, snow forts, toboggan hills and the first warm afternoon in spring when everyone suddenly appears outside.

You’re poutine, butter tarts, Nanaimo bars, Montreal bagels, Halifax donairs and sirop d’érable poured generously over Sunday pancakes.

You’re maple trees turning brilliant red in October.

The first snowfall in November.

The last stubborn snowbank in April.

And the annual Canadian tradition of declaring winter officially over about six weeks too early.

You’re the neighbour who shovels your driveway without being asked.

The stranger who helps push your car out of a snowbank.

The person who holds the door for someone twenty feet away, leaving both of them in an awkward little race to be polite.

You’re communities that come together when someone loses a home, faces a tragedy or simply needs a hand.

You’re the people whose families have lived here for generations and those who arrived yesterday, carrying their hopes for a better life.

You’re English and French, Indigenous languages and hundreds of others spoken around kitchen tables across this enormous country.

You’re accents that change from one province to the next.

You’re kitchen parties, community rinks, summer festivals, farmers’ markets and neighbours gathering around a backyard fire.

You’re small towns where everybody knows everybody.

And big cities where people from every corner of the world have found a place to belong.

You’re not perfect, Canada.

There are painful chapters in your history, injustices that must be confronted and promises still waiting to be fulfilled.

We disagree. We argue. We complain about the weather, the government, the price of groceries and the Leafs.

But when something truly matters, we have an extraordinary capacity to come together.

We’ve given the world discoveries that saved lives.

Inventions that changed industries.

Music that moved generations.

Stories that travelled across oceans.

Athletes who inspired millions.

And ordinary people who accomplished extraordinary things.

Yet some of the best things about you aren’t famous at all.

They’re the little things.

A canoe on a quiet lake.

A familiar song on the radio.

The smell of a campfire.

A hockey game on a frozen pond.

Fresh snow falling beneath a streetlight.

A neighbour waving from across the street.

A loon calling somewhere in the distance.

The sound of laughter around a kitchen table.

The feeling of coming home.

Because that’s what you are, Canada.

Not just a country on a map.

Not just a flag, a border or a collection of provinces and territories.

You’re the memories we carry.

The stories we tell.

The people we love.

The places we miss when we’re away.

From coast to coast to coast, we’re different in a thousand ways.

And somehow, through all those differences, we share something that feels unmistakably like home.

So here’s to you, Canada.

Not because we’re better than anyone else.

Not because we’ve got everything figured out.

And certainly not because we’re perfect.

But because you’re ours.

Our landscapes. Our stories. Our laughter. Our memories.

Our home.

And sometimes, in a world that seems determined to remind us of everything that’s wrong, it’s worth remembering just how much there is to love.

With love, eh?

Canadians. 🍁

[LadyRoseWaterton @LadyRoseWaterto]

@cath_likes Me over here eating popcorn. Better the A03

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@cravingnmc Would love to see her in a comedy movie or something suspenseful. But my secret heart really wants to see her in a musical ❤️

[MapQuest @MapQuest]

We’re not changing it.

[Mark Carney @MarkJCarney]

The name Lake Ontario comes from the Wendat word Ontari’io, which, appropriately, means “the lake is beautiful, the lake is big”.

The name is more than 400 years old, predating both the Confederation of Canada and the Declaration of Independence of the United States of America.

We know that America is changing. Their trading relationships, their foreign policies, their national monuments, their hydronyms.

Canadians also know that naming reality means calling it Lake Ontario – then, now and always.

[LadyRoseWaterton @LadyRoseWaterto]

@peonysummers 🤣🤣🤣

[Oh Canaduh @CanaduhOh]

When you piss off the nice country…

[amante2 @AmeliaBee7]

Difference between America and Canada in a nutshell

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@AmyB_Writes

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@emilyraywaters Here is the thing...I didn't even know I needed to read this until I saw a very persuasive Twitter post about it about 5 chapters in. Now I'm to give my left arm for the next chapter. Rude 🤣

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@emilyraywaters

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@emilyraywaters Ahahaha. What does it say about me that I understood this immediately 🤔

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@NTLive @allthingsnicmc Ontario, Canada 🇨🇦

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@emilyraywaters

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@AmyB_Writes @polinbookclub

[Saturday Night Network @thesnlnetwork]

Jimmy Fallon cameos during Nicola Coughlan’s #SNLUK monologue!

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@simonfarnaby Cries in Canadian 😪