Been a while, and for that I apologise. I've been busy and sick, and then recuperating from being busy. I work at a small art gallery and theatre, and on Friday/Saturday we had a 24 hour fundraiser. I got 3 hours sleep. It was fun, but, to quote somebody from virtually every action flick I've ever seen (with a particular nod to Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon), I'm getting too old for this shit.
A little over 141 years ago, the colonies that were to later become the Maritimes were having a get together to decide whether or not they wanted to band together and gain their independence from Mother Britain. The talks were scheduled for to take place in Charlottetown, PEI, and the governors and parliaments were meeting to negotiate the terms of their cession from Britain.
Meanwhile, in Canada (what was to later become the provinces of Ontario and Quebec), the governors and parliament had gotten annoyed with each other yet again, and had annoyed the British yet again, and decided to check out things on the east coast to see what was happening. They crashed the party, threw one of their own, and decided that they could form a new nation, called Canada.
The trick was that by then, the British had gotten sick of all the bitching and moaning that their various North American colonies had been up to, were probably relived that the US had formed and taken themselves out of the picture, and were ready to just give up on the whole North American adventure and focus on killing Indians.
So four British colonies, Canada East and Canada West (Quebec and Ontario), Nova Scotia and New Brunswick took their petition to London, and were granted independence (mostly) on July 1, 1867. Nobody got shot, but everybody got drunk--It's the way Canadians have done things ever since.
So here's to my country: land of peace, order and good government, and a testament to the fact that the squeaky wheel gets the grease, and that if you complain enough, no one has to die.