{"id":260,"date":"2008-01-11T10:36:39","date_gmt":"2008-01-11T17:36:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bspcn.com\/2008\/01\/11\/top-5-things-i-saw-in-america-which-as-a-canadian-freaked-me-right%c2%a0out\/"},"modified":"2010-06-03T09:19:31","modified_gmt":"2010-06-03T16:19:31","slug":"top-5-things-i-saw-in-america-which-as-a-canadian-freaked-me-right%c2%a0out","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/localhost\/wordpress\/2008\/01\/11\/top-5-things-i-saw-in-america-which-as-a-canadian-freaked-me-right%c2%a0out\/","title":{"rendered":"Top 5 things I saw in America which, as a Canadian, freaked me right?out"},"content":{"rendered":"

Written by Paulitics<\/a><\/p>\n

I’m back from my vacation down in the United States, and will return to blogging with regularity as soon as possible.<\/p>\n

To celebrate my return to this frigid, yet comparatively sane country, I felt it worthwhile to relay a list of five items which I saw during my travels which the locals thought was perfectly normal (I presume), but which freaked the heck out of me as a Canadian.<\/p>\n

#5<\/strong><\/p>\n

A trucking company which hauls all manner of freight throughout the deep south of the U.S. which calls itself a “Christian company” (the very idea of which seems as bizarre to me as a “Christian dog”) and whichrequires<\/span> that its trucks to carry religious and political messages. The messages I saw included:<\/p>\n

It’s not a choice, it’s a child<\/strong>
\nand
\nGod loved us so that he gave his only son<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

#4<\/strong><\/p>\n

A breakfast creation in upstate New York called “Stuffed French Toast”. What does “Stuffed French Toast” entail, you na?ve non-American might ask? It’s French Toast (which, keep in mind is cooked in butter) stuffed with bacon, eggs and processed cheese (which they proudly call ‘American<\/em> processed cheese’, I presume, to distinguish it from real cheese which could, after all, be French and\/or offer unAmerican nutritional content). But here’s the kicker: on top of your “Stuffed French Toast” cooked in butter, you will find? a square of butter.<\/p>\n

#3<\/strong><\/p>\n

A massive billboard in South Carolina just outside of Georgia which read:
\n“Victory is great, but honor is greater. Defend your Southern heritage.”<\/strong><\/p>\n

#2<\/strong><\/p>\n

A letter to the editor pasted proudly on a business door in Key Marathon, Florida by the business owner discussing how immigrants today are a disgrace to immigrants from the start of the 20th Century. The letter details how people need to read history because in 1901, when the business owner’s grandfather came to the country, he didn’t ask for any government handouts like modern immigrants are asking for. So modern, non-English-speaking immigrants are greedier than the immigrants from 100 years ago and thus do not recognize the value of hard work and don’t appreciate why America is great. (I’m not concocting a straw man here, this is, as best as I can recall, the structure of the argument). Apparently, nobody told the letter-writer that in 1901 NOBODY got government handouts (other than cheap land which WAS aimed at immigrants) because there weren’t<\/em> significant government social programs until after World War II.
\nI guess the purpose of the letter was for other<\/em> people to read history, not for the letter writer to read history.<\/p>\n

#1
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Casa D’ice, a restaurant located near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania which features political messages as their signature claim to fame. Among the political messages they put up under their restaurant’s name and proudly reproduced on their website include:<\/p>\n

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