I Knew It!
I knew Canadians were a little crazy. I mean, I married one. Wait…reverse that argument, think about it, yep yep, see he is crazy! He married me!
Over the years of learning a little bit more about the Canadian tax system and how “loonie” har-har-har it is, I have to give a big eye roll to the Americans who still make comments like, “Well health care is free in Canada.”
Ain’t nothing free in this world, and lookie lookie Cookie now those free lovin’ iglo huggin’ frosty friends of the north want to tax cyclist. Behold their argument! Did someone stick their head in the ice box for a little too long?
I particularly like the point about Bike riders grinding up the same route [Jonge Street in Toronto] burn up a lot more carbohydrates [than people sitting in their cars], which their bodies convert into carbon dioxide and exhale, adding to their carbon footprint [WTF!!]. The volumes are small, but it all adds up, and bicyclists don’t pay.
What is next? Well, probably a license to procreate right?
Pregnant woman enters the labor and delivery room. “Sorry mam’ do you have a license for that?” Mountie double clicks his pen and points at her expanded belly.
Double click. Double click. “Yeah right,” he mutters, “So if you don’t have a license than you are gonna just have to keep it in.”
Pregnant woman looks at Mountie’s crotch. “YOU got a license for that?”
You see where I am going don’t you?
Will the people of Toronto need to buy a license to own and operate running shoes? Good Grief!
Eh?
(Did I just start a domestic fight? Stay tuned. Hee Hee Hee.)
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