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Until this moment I have been forced to listen while media and politicians alike have told me "what Canadians think". In all that time they never once asked.
This is just the voice of an ordinary Canadian yelling back at the radio -
"You don't speak for me."
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My wife and I once stayed in Zimbabwe at a safari lodge right on the banks of the Zambezi river. The hippos were amazing creatures. They would walk right past our cabin at night. You didn’t mess with them. They were much faster on their feet than you might expect.
Then again, neither did you mess with the crocs.
It was an amazing place. We were served five-star dinners at a table under the stars, with the best wine, while a ranger sat nearby with a rifle on the lookout.
Saw heaps of wildlife.
Fond memories…
Zimbabwe itself was a mess….still is. But the pinkos will never admit it….they love Mugabe even now.
At one riverside camp we stayed at in Botswana the hippos would out of the water at night and wander up between the tents looking for grazing areas……as you say “Don’t mess with them”.