It took over an hour in a line of idling cars to get to this point, but it was worth it.
We spent a long day shopping—mostly for boring necessities—but it was difficult only because there was so much to choose from. Rows and rows of women’s clothing for my wife. And for me? Rows and rows of women’s clothing to help my wife go through, apparently. But we did end up getting her a good bargain.
Coming back home through the border was a snap. I expected to be asked if I was a conservative, or a Christian, or if I was “tolerant” of homosexuals and transgendered people, and “compassionate” for killers and rapists, and I had visions of being turned back for lack of Canadian Liberal Party “values” and government sanctioned “Canadian Culture” —but none of the above was asked. The unarmed Canadian border “guard” asked if we bought anything and how much it was worth; I said we did buy stuff and told him how much it was worth; then he said “have a nice day”, and we tootled off, back home. In our case, we had no chemical weapons in our trunk.
The Peace Arch at the border crossing, shown above, which sits exactly on the Canada/U.S.A. border at the northern end of U.S. I-5 and the southern end of Canada’s highway 99, really says it all. On one side it says this:
On the other side it says this:
Under the arch are gates that are of course open, with the words “May These Gates Never Close”.
It does strike me how liberals in Canada have politicized those warm words and have completely lost the sentiments contained therein, and their rich, full meaning. As a Canadian, rather than a liberal Canadian, I still hold those words close to me, despite my government.
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