It’s Thanksgiving weekend up here in the Great White North.
But as a Canadian, I still pronounce my “zed” as “zee.” I am in love with Cheese-Its, I spent part of my childhood in Santa Ana, California, and my favourite vacation spot is Arizona. A lot of my friends live across the border, and don’t even get me started on our beloved El Nopal.
And also as a Canadian, in the days leading up to the Presidential election, I am grateful for the warmth and safety of my country. I am not one to make narrow-minded statements about anything, whether it be about religion, politics or sexuality.
I am offensive. I write about poo. I say “penis” too much. I probably spend more money on red wine than diapers, and I say “Jesus” more during sex than within the context of a spiritual discussion.
But I just watched a video of Donald Trump making fun of a disabled person, and although I, especially on my blog, aim to keep my grace high and my judgement low, I have to say this now. I have to. That if it ever comes down to the President of the United States of America making fun of a disabled person, then I will never cross the border again.