Canadian Political Humour With Fubrics Short
The gold-paved streets of our fair Ottawa (that’s the capital of our land of milk and honey for those who don’t know) erupted in spontaneous demonstrations of happiness and relief over the recent creation, or erhaps it would be more accurate to say, recreation of the the Historical Empire of Nunavut, now subsumed into the more moderate and temperate title of Territory of Nunavut (that’s the new territory hacked out of the Eastern half of the old Northwest Territories in the far North to those who are ignorant of these events) to appease the colonial sense of propriety and due hierarchy, and the whole nation watched with joy and admiration as bands of workers streamed, unbidden by their heinous and brutish task-masters, into the avenues and by-ways, many carrying placards with messages like “coal-workers salute the people of Nunavut for reaching this favoured status” or “Proletariats at Corel share your happiness”, truly a blessed sight to behold, we could see, from our inaccessible ivory tower, the relief on their worn and pallid faces, understandable after the last pusillanious ten years of horrid civil war which strained relations between our great nation and the great nations of Central Africa, Chad and Eritrea in particular, which were suspected of supplying the abominable rebellion with arms and succour, not mention the lives lost, the men wounded, and cities laid to waste – who can forget the sacking of Churchill by our own troops, our own troops for the love of God – the rivers flowing with blood, the devastation caused by human folly and greed, now all put behind us as we try to rebuild and reforge our shattered nation, now exhausted, but finally at peace.
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