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Thursday, March 24, 2011

Good Ol' Capital City

I write to you from the one and only hub of federal and international politics north of the United States (and east of Alaska, just to be fair); the very level and flat, 1900's-esque capital of Canada: Ottawa, Ontario.

On the way in from the Ottawa airport, we were greeted by old brick houses with dilapidated and dug-up gardens obviously ravaged by the cold of the preceding winter, and many very serious-looking men in suits with razor sharp glares, probably en route to something politically-related. Or, perhaps, economically related.

To be completely honest, the city itself is not all that impressive so far, but I may be speaking too soon, as it's the dead of night and the farthest I've been permitted to go outside of this hotel is a Shoppers Drug Mart a block away.

I am excited, however, with the fact that we arrived in the capital during a very volatile political circumstance, in which a Liberal-NDP coalition is about to hand out a vote of no confidence to Stephen Harper and his administration on Friday. Perhaps complete anarchy will soon reign in the streets as Harper cracks down on protests and dissidents. Perhaps not... but that'd still be pretty cool.

Tomorrow morning, bright and early, we are going to gather en masse at Parliament Hill and "Unite and Ignite," as the Youth leaders say.

I'm going to get some shut-eye.

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