Shorter Adrian "Raphael Alexander" MacNair: "Fucking useless, parasitic, worthless brown people immigrant 'Canadians of convenience.' Unless it's my family. That's different."
REALLY, WHERE DOES ONE BEGIN? You could write a book psycho-analyzing the emotional damage obvious from Adrian's demented ravings, but here's the part I really enjoy:
I recall feeling quite rankled when, in conversations with [my Portuguese in-laws] before their departure back to their homeland, they said they hated Canada, and that it was a horrible country. They made it clear that they were not happy their daughter had married a Canadian, nor did their social circle extend beyond the cultural purity of their Portuguese nationality.
That’s fine for them. They had a plan, and they fulfilled it. But although my wife and her parents are Canadian citizens, it’s clear who is the real Canadian citizen, and who are “Canadian citizens”. Perhaps this will help my detractors understand why I put quotations around some citizens of this country. Or perhaps not.
So, if I read this correctly, one's "Canadian citizen-ness" is directly proportional to their unabashed love for this great country. Curiously, I know someone else who thinks Canada sucks. I await Adrian drawing the obvious conclusion.
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It's as if he has uncorked the stupid now...
Soooo...the Portuguese "Canadian" that goes back to Portugal are BAD! The German "Canadian" that goes to India -- AOK! Did I get that correct?
Such wartime “accidents” were common...
I wonder if wartime "accidents" is a euphemism for wartime rapes.
"If only everyone was like me, this would be such a great place." That's Ruffles for you. It's also a pretty good shorthand definition of the cryptofascism he and many of his Blogging Tory buds represent.
Shorter Ruffles: "I don't mind if you're different, just so long as you erase the difference."
Awfully nice of his wife to lose every trace of her accent so as not to offend the ears of her maste... husband. I don't suppose that it ever occurred MacAdrian Raphelxander that her parents didn't so much object to her marrying a "Canadian". Maybe they objected to her marrying an arsehole.
I am married to a Portuguese immigrant who identifies herself as Canadian. She moved here with her parents in 1987, and began the difficult process of integration and adaptation immediately. Today she bears no accent, nor is there any physical indication about her appearance that she is anything but a person who was born in Canada.
That is quite the transmogrification. I can only imagine how difficult it would have been if she were of black descent and spoke with a Russian accent.
I wonder if he considers the Quebec Nation Canadian?
Hunter is priceless:
I am a third generation Canadian, but I still make the best perogies and cabbage rolls around. That is the essence of Canada.
That "essence" is just your farts Hunter....
Shorter "Adrian MacNair": Thank Jeebus my wife's "Canadian" looks and mannerisms meet my approval. Srsly.
"Today she bears no accent, nor is there any physical indication about her appearance that she is anything but a person who was born in Canada."
He means she looks white even though she really isn't, right? Pity he had to settle for the knock-off brand.
I work a blue collar job and I’m a fifth-generation Canadian.
Adrian "Raphael Alexander" MacNair
My mother is also an immigrant. Born in Germany near the defeat of the Nazis
Adrian "Raphael Alexander" MacNair
Does that mean that Raphl is half of a fifth-generation Canadian?
As for Canadian of convenience that he seems to loath...
she now lives in an Ashram in India for six months of the year where she engages in meditative prayer. She always returns to Canada, however, where she lives in a beautiful but isolated house in the woods.
I wonder if he will tell his mom to fuck off.... that she is only a Canadian of convenience...
"He means she looks white even though she really isn't, right? Pity he had to settle for the knock-off brand."
Ah, the classic words of the far-left who get out the magnifying glass to determine the whiteness of one's skin. How I miss being a part of your crowd...
yeah I guess you can roast weenies on those burning crosses eh Ruffles?
Yes, Adrian, why don't you go ahead and lecture us progressives on racism? This should be good. Let me make myself comfortable first.
Popcorn! Popcorn! Get your popcorn here!
A popcorn, sir? Two? Would you like beer with that?
Let's see, his wife is good because she has no accent when she speaks and no physical indication about her appearance that she is anything but a person who was born in Canada...
I'm curious as to what physical appearance he's talking about. Are kilts acceptable to you? But not a sarod.. right?
Her parent are bad because they felt at ease in their community and returned to Portugal to retire... and They return occasionally for their investments, to partake in the various universal benefits afforded to citizens, such as health care, and to visit family.
Now his mom is good because she his mother immigrated to Canada but now spends half her time in India... only to come back for.... We'll let's fill in the blanks...
In the middle of all that, Adrian adds that his grandfather was a noble Nazi... wait... Jesus he's confusing.... Hitler was Austrian, so does that make his grandfather better..... Or was he somekind of half-bastard son....
Wonder if mama Adrian speaks with a German accent... I'm sure KKKate would approve...
Curiouser and curiouser, said Alice.
"How I miss being a part of your crowd..."
And how I am so glad that I will never have to tie in with you. Of course, I am a fat,slow, trad climber; but you seem capricious. And not forward thinking. Bad characteristics in a climbing partner.
Feel free to spray.
David,
I have no desire to spray. I love all forms of climbing: sport, trad, aid, bouldering. I've done it all. But you're right. I'm not the easiest trad partner to deal with. I always want to lead the hardest pitches.
Jebus H Christ Ruffles, you have been Checked and Mated, and you still have no clue.
I'm curious about something...
Does my Native Canadian buddy trump Adrian's fifth generation Canadianism, or is he not White enough for him?
"How I miss being a part of your crowd"
"ralphie", you won't mind if we don't reciprocate the sentiment?
KEvron
Perhaps this will help my detractors understand why I put quotations around some citizens of this country. Or perhaps not.
Because he's a generalizing, extrapolating goof who thinks he can read minds?
I really don't know how he goes from people like his in-laws (who wanted to leave) not being "real Canadians" to people who are begging be be let back in (IE: have left on what were meant to be short trips or were kidnapped and want horribly to be back in) not being "real Canadians"...
I wonder if he's ever given ay thought to the possibility that his in-laws experiences in Canada were less than stellar...
Does my Native Canadian buddy trump Adrian's fifth generation Canadianism, or is he not White enough for him?
I'm not even convinced "Adrian" believes my 14th generation Canadianism trumps his fifth generation exceptionalism, but at least somewhere between 1630 and today we learned to 'speak white'. Clever things that we are, aren't we?
I'm sure "Adrian" would approve.
Does my Native Canadian buddy trump Adrian's fifth generation Canadianism, or is he not White enough for him?
Please Adrian's mom is an immigrant... hardly fith generation.
How do you explain his goofy looking teeth?
"I always want to lead the hardest pitches."
Then we are perfect for each other as I'm a fat coward with a lot of gear and always willing to hand off the sharp end.
"I have no desire to spray. I love all forms of climbing: sport, trad, aid, bouldering. I've done it all. But you're right. I'm not the easiest trad partner to deal with. I always want to lead the hardest pitches."
Ruffles sounds like a perfect jerk, the kind of self-enamoured, look-at-me, self-styled hotshot that has ruined the sport. No sense of irony when he says he's awesome in his awesomeness. No siree!
Shorter Ruffles: My wife, my mother, my kids, my name, my Taiwanese "friend," my history, my ancestors, my life, my skin colour, my language, my prejudices, my Canada... No, I won't put down the mirror and stop admiring myself. It's all about me. Me, me, me, me, me, me, me.
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