THE LIBRANOS ARE INNOCENT?

I pay import tax on cars made in Ontario.

All the money I make up until the end of August goes to paying taxes.

I am allowed to drink, smoke and pay my taxes, but I’m sure not supposed to ever say anything about the wasteful programs our government can come up with.

I live and work among people who believe Americans are ignorant. These same people cannot name this country’s ten provinces’ Capitals.

Although I am sometimes forced to live on Kraft Dinner, and don’t have a pot to piss in, I am supposed to sleep well, knowing that I’ve helped purchase a nice six figure home in Toronto for some unskilled Tamil Tiger or Al-Qaeda refugee who is on welfare sending my taxes back to their homeland to fight a terrorist war against the Americans.

Although they make up only 25% of Canada, Quebec still provides our nation’s Prime Ministers. I am not allowed to suggest Quebec politicians are sleazy for fear of being called racist.

Gay marriage is a more important topic for our federal politicians than it is to pay their fair share to the provinces for our national health care program.

95 percent of our nation’s international conflicts are over fish or lumber.

I’m supposed to call black people African Canadians, although I’m sure most of them have never been to Africa, and really care more about their fellow Canadians than they do about Africans.

I am told to believe that paying a 200 percent tax on alcohol is fair.

The same goes for paying 100%+ fuel taxes that go for things like “sponsorship programs” rather than have even ten percent spent on lifesaving roads.

Even if I have no idea what happened to that old rifle my grandfather gave me when I was 14, I will be considered a criminal if I don’t register it.

Many of my fellow Canadians badmouth the United States, yet vacation there three times a year.

I’m led to believe that some unionized broom pusher in a school who makes $20 an hour, has a pension funded with my taxes and full job security, is underpaid and therefore must go on strike, keeping my kids out of school, but paying $8 an hour with no benefits to some down on his luck university grad who works 12 hour shifts at 40 below outside in a gas bar is fair.

I believe that paying $30 million for 3 stripes (The Voice of Fire) by the National Art Gallery was a good purchase, even though 99 percent of this country didn’t want it or will ever see it.

When I look at my pay stub and realize that I take home a third of what I actually make, I am supposed to say “Oh well, at least we have better health care than the Americans”.

I must bail out farmers when their crops are too wet or too dry, because I control the rain.

Our National Anthem has versions in both official languages. They change the words so often to accommodate minorities’ complaints that I don’t know either of them.

Canada is the highest taxed nation in North America, has a greatly underfunded military and counts on the U.S. to always protect us yet we can always bad mouth them at will.

We are the number one destination for third world emigration. What was wrong with skilled Europeans?

I am a visible minority in Toronto, Brampton, and every casino in this country

I was born in 1955, yet I am responsible for some Native’s great-great-grandfather who screwed and drank himself out of his land in the 1800’s.

I am not an angry white male. (Yeah, and Alfonso Gagliano and Jean Chretien are crooks!)

I am just an angry broke taxpayer.

My name is Bob, and I AM A CANADIAN.