I went out tonight with a buddy. I don’t do that often these days because I don’t have lots of cash.
We went to a cafe in the neighbourhood that I’ve been meaning to go to for a while, because about a year ago they started having poetry sessions and live music, with a regular offering of live flamenco music on Friday nights. It’s a really cool, hopping but laid back bohemian cafe. The flamenco was great, the beer and wine were flowing, the cool cats were hanging, and there was a good proportion of hot, funky-sexy looking women in attendance.
At one point three-quarters of the way into the evening, I went to the men’s room to relieve myself, and when finished went to the bar and asked for a pen and paper, so that I could remember this graffiti I read on the wall of the stall I used:
Canada is an oasis of sanity in a world going mad with overcrowding and fanatical cults who have lost their common sense.
signed – An American who is very happy to be here
Then, with a line arrow drawn to the general vicinity of words “Canada” and “oasis”, was the following reply or addendum:
Full of sheep being led to slaughter by Paul Martin
signed – A Canadian who knows what’s going on here in North America
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