Oh the Weather Outside is Frightful

Well, who saw that coming eh? Snow. In winter.

Shocking!

In Canada no less.

My fellow Canadians, especially Torontonians, please stop whining. There are three kinds of people in Toronto, as in every urban centre out there; longtime residents, newcomers, and visitors. For the longtimers, this isn't anything new. Quit yer bitchin'! It's supposed to snow in Canada, that's why they all think we live in igloos south of the border (for the geographically challenged, that's the US of A I'm referring to).

Sure, those broken water pipes are a damned disgrace, the sidewalks aren't even dirted much less salted, and the normally idiotic drivers of T.O. are even more dangerous than ever. But so what? That ain't new, is it? Complaining does nothing.

Actually, it does worse than nothing, it aggravates the rest of us. (I also understand that I'm complaining about complainers. Difference is, YOU came to this blog - for some reason - and I didn't shove this in your face. Your choice and your fault for coming to a poorly thought out blog site with even poorer topic choices.)

For the newcomers, welcome to your future winters. It snows in Canada. More in some places than others, but it snows. Surely, the embassy told you as much. You have a right to gripe, this is still new to you, but there's an expiration date on your griping rights. It ends after your third winter, that will give you varied enough experiences that whatever gets hurled at you in your fourth winter is old hat.

And you visitors... Come back in the summer. We have traffic jams, polluted beaches, fairly good looking women, and pretentious urbanites.