Neanderpundit

I deliberately drink the water everywhere I’m going to be for more than three days. Anything I’m gonna get, I usually recover from in a day, and adding the new bacteria can’t hurt the old immune system, i figure.

Anyway, the adjustment to Canadian water and it’s bacteria took about half a day, and I’m sure it helped having been exposed before. Coming home was another day, and now I’m past it. The eating I did there- all sporadic, never scheduled, and often too rich or spicy, made for digestion that can best be described as “RUN! RUN, HE’S IN THE CRAPPER AGAIN!!” Specifically I had a lot of small sammiches made predominantly of German Salami, a hard spicy salami with a taste I’ve not been able to find here. It generates farts, especially when mixed with mayo and tomato, that are acrid in the extreme. I was forced to sleep out-of-doors for a brief period.

Everyone in Canada believes, apparently, that “the poor” in America cannot get healthcare of any kind. None of them have any idea what “the poor” constitutes, nor why they wouldn’t avail themselves of, for instance, medicaid.

All the canajans I met who pay the big wads of cash for scrips are not aware of a: the DRUGS U NEED AT ROXXORS BOTTOM PRICES WITHOUT A Pr3ZcrIPZhUN!!!supposedly available through canadian pharmacies to specially selected US citizens, and b: the special pricing at Walmart Pharmacies, because supposedly the special pricing is not available in Canada. I cannot confirm this, but at least one of my relatives is paying in the forties for the same BP med I get for $4 a month. Don’t get it.

The wife has the paperwork in hand to cement her relationship with the Ontario Metis. She is third generation, grandmother on her mother’s side. Metis is basically the “mutt” of Native North American. Many people who fall under that name in Ontario are Ojibway/French or Ojibway/Scots, which is the group we think the Ogwife belongs to. Anyway, she gets status it won’t let her fish without a license, or live tax free, or get cheap cigarrettes, it’s just a placemarker for her heritage. I’m well pleased she’s doing this, for her sake, and for the sake of our daughter. I now have at least one blood relative who can prove her ancestors lived here before all us krauts and micks and wops and polacks showed up and started frying greasy sausage and having sex with locals, gophers, and cattle.

I tried to post more, really I did, but inertia won. Regular snark returns monday.