Before anyone gets offended and calls the “Human Rights” busybodies, phoque means “seal” in our second official language (whatever that is). And I’m not talking about a seal of approval, but the cute little things that Europeans love to courageously defend by boycotting Canadian goods. Even though clubbing of baby seals has been illegal for years and happens less than 10% of the time (and I’m being generous), those zany Old Worlders still maintain that we go around killing the little white fuzzy cuties willy-nilly.
Why, just the other day a bunch of brave Spaniards (and good looking to boot) in Madrid got all naked-like and covered themselves in fake blood in the city square, as a protest against us evil Canadian murderers. (I guess slowly goring bulls to death in the bullfighting ring is not as bad as what they perceive to be happening over here.) Oh well, they’re European so it goes without saying that they have the proper perspective: Let’s not only go out of our way to defend animals, but let’s withdraw our troops from Afghanistan after being threatened by terrorists; after all, we’re only helping out the people of Afghanistan, who are evidently worth less to Europeans than baby seals are.
But I digest.
Back in Canada, there was a lovely little kerfuffle in Halifax last Saturday when a Metro Transit bus driver decided to do a bit of "seal clubbing" of his own. And for that ladies and germs, he gets the HAPPY OTTAWAN HERO OF THE WEEK AWARD.
Don’t take my word for it, read all about it at: http://thechronicleherald.ca/Front/1111789.html.
Oh and The Mop and Pail (our NATIONAL newspaper doncha know) basically printed the same story, but left out the bits that showed that not everyone was “shocked” or “outraged” or “scared”.
But then again, that would provide "balance", wot? http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/LAC.20090317.SEAL17/TPStory/National
Happy clubbing!
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