(Having ridden the wave of a Cat. 2, I can not begin to fathom riding out a Cat.4 hurricane. My mind is on Jamaica. It must be eerily silent, with the power having been completely shut off there. Let's hope for the best.)
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I can't imagine what it will be like. The area is so poor and so vulnerable. And then Dean goes on to the Yucatan as a possible cat 5? Let us hope for the best indeed.
I'm not a lumberjack or a fur trader.
I don't live in an igloo, eat blubber or own a dogsled.
I don't know Jimmy Suzie or Sally from Canada,
Although I'm certain they're very nice.
I have a prime minister, not a president,
I speak English and French, not American.
And I pronounce it 'about' not 'a-boot.'
I can proudly sew my country's flag on my backpack.
I believe in peacekeeping, not policing;
Diversity, not assimilation.
And that the beaver is a proud and noble animal.
A tuque is a hat, a chesterfield is a couch.
And it's pronounced zed. OK? Not zee. Zed.
Canada is the second-largest land mass,
the first nation of women's hockey
and the best part of North America.
My name is Cathy and I am Canadian.
5:40 PM
Let's hope Cathy. We don't have hurricanes in my part of the world, so i can't even begin to imagine what it must be like and the fear it evokes.