GOD DAMN these yankee cowboy buckaroos who kill our people

FUCK THIS SHIT.

Yet again, Yankee incompetence kills one of us.

Yet again, some jackass pilot who's got a hardon for his guns kills a Canadian and wounds 29 more.

Four years ago, some Yankee pilot on speed dropped a bomb on four Canadians, in SPITE of orders not to fire. Did their president say anything, knowing that 29 were wounded and one dead? No:

In Maryland, Bush paid tribute to American military personnel serving abroad during a Labour Day address, but said nothing about the friendly fire incident. By the time he strode to the podium in Piney Point, Md., the U.S. military had confirmed that it was their planes that strafed the NATO troops. That was an eerie echo of the silence from the White House in April 2002, when four Canadian soldiers were killed by Americans in a friendly fire bombing.

Did the world cry for us? No. Did anyone on the planet say, we are sorry, you gentle kind country who for over a century has sent its sons and daughters abroad to die for others and never asked for anything in return and certainly never been granted anything in return? No.

Our people died on the fields of Belgium and France, yet in 1919 who paid attention to us? Per capita, more Canadians died in one day in Flanders than died in the entire Viet Nam war, but who cried for us?

Our people were there from day 1 of the Second World War, we exited the War nearly bankrupt, yet did we find a place of leadership in the world? France, that collaborating nation, was an occupier, yet while its people were gleefully turning over Jews, our people were fighting to liberate them. And their maudit president dared to call for the destruction of our state, while the blood of countless Canadians stains their soil.

And so now, yet again, we will bury our dead, and we will carry on, and the world will not care.

As was said in that great Telegraph article, "Canada repeatedly does honourable things for honourable motives, but instead of being thanked for it, it remains something of a figure of fun."

Indeed:

[A]s always, Canada will now bury its dead, just as the rest of the world as always will forget its sacrifice, just as it always forgets nearly everything Canada ever does. It seems that Canada's historic mission is to come to the selfless aid both of its friends and of complete strangers, and then, once the crisis is over, to be well and truly ignored.

And so, as our crimson flag flies at half-mast, as yet another Canadian family grieves the loss of their son, we will be forgotten. Our gentle, kind, just country, thrice-invaded by the Americans, who has never fired its guns in anger save to help others and never for out own interest, now mouns yet another of us, shot down by the cavalier gunslingers who run the republic to our south.

I want to say, leave us alone, world. Let us follow our great vision--the vision of a just, bilingual, polycultural state--without you. Let us remain the stunning rebuke to those who say that every ethnic or religious or linguistic group needs it own state. Let us remain the rebuke to those who would say that equal rights for all will hurt society.

I cannot. Our small country is a force for good. There is no self-interest in our fight in Afghanistan. There was none in Korea. We got nothing from our other wars.

Yet, the world's neglect notwithstanding, the mocking of my own Canadianness I endure daily, the utter disregard for what we as a society have done, all of that aside, we are still Canada, and it is our historic mission to raise high the crimson and white and to fight and die so that others will be free.

But we do not deserve to be slaughtered by those who claim to be our friends.