| CANADA'S SOURCE FOR HUMOUR, PARODY, AND SATIRE
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Fubrics Short
It is with
a great deal of lamenting and gnashing of teeth that this scribe, perched
as he is in his tower above the Rideau Canal, that august body of water
that flows graciously past my adopted city, Ottawa (the capital of this
fair land of milk, honey and slush for those who have not had the fortune,
as I had in my youth, of a proper education), the home of Kings of Parliament,
of scoundrels and cheats, and the seat of those who control the currencies
of this nation who are now watching over the slow slide of our silver
shekels into the cheap trinkets bought in grimy pawn shops, the value
of of coinage declining not for a week or even a month or a year, or even
for that matter a decade or two, but now nigh on a quarter of a century
against our enormous neighbour to the South, a sign of our sinking into
squalor, directly attributable, I believe, to the cancellation of the
Avro Arrow, to the invocation of the War Measures Act, and failure of
the professional hockey team of this city to win the coveted trophy of
professionalism, indeed the name of the team inspires something less than
awe or national pride as should be the case with a team that makes its
home in the capital, I have not seen a game, not since the previous incarnation,
when they would play outside, sometimes practicing before my very steps
on the ice of the canal, but I am sure their tawdry tricks on the ice
are nothing compared to the acts of heroism we would witness as boys as
men, real men, would chase and move the frozen burnt toast, or whatever
they played with, and we would watch mesmerized by the slashing strong
moves, why do the men now in power, now holding the burnt toast not act
with the same vigor, the same enthusiasm, scoring the 10,000 home-ice
goal, maintaining our pride and way of life, our ability to purchase goods
and services, instead of muttering and mumbling their foul excuses and
mumbo-jumbo economic incantations hoping for a sympathetic response which
will never come leaving them to quit the game eventually, they all do,
I am not sorry to see them go they will never make the big league
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