(September 25, 2014 at 7:44 pm)whateverist Wrote:(September 25, 2014 at 7:38 pm)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: Something I have been wondering for a while, and perhaps people here could help shed some light on it this, why is Canada so different from the US in many ways?
I mean most of the Canadian population is within a few hours drive of the american border, we watch the same shows, and speak the same language, but our countries are fundamentally quite different. I hope this does not come off s patronizing or bragging but, so many of the issues that plague the US aren't here. We don't have a failing education system, or as much violence, or nearly as many religious nuts trying to influence the government. Despite the fact that separation of church and state is not nearly as enshrined in our laws.
It's enough to make you wonder why? Especially given our longstanding close international relationship.
I seriously don't mean to sound supremacist in this, there are countries that seem to be doing better then canada. And yes I wonder what they did different too.
There's a difference? I thought you all were just more aloof and pronounced "out and about" funny.
There is a big difference it's just somewhat subtle. also the traditionally canadian accent is more of alberta, out west thing really. Most Americans I have talked too seem to think I sound like I'm from either Boston or Newfoundland. An my accent is mild compared to the older people here.
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Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
