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Canada is not real. I do not believe it is real. I think that it is fabricated. When I think of patriotism, my mind does not go to this bogus lie. My mind instead thinks of the countless tragedies that have befallen my family. I still miss you, Mother. Furthermore, think of it. Have you ever been to Canada, walked right up to the person who owns Canada, and asked, "Is this what you own, truly existing?"? I do not think so, no I don't. I believe that anybody who says that they have performed the aforementioned act is almost as much of a liar as the same man who says that "Canada" is real. You know, I used to have a friend named Jonah. We were in second grade. When Jonah told me that he went to Canada with his aunt and uncle for summer vacation, I shot that fucker in the head because I knew that he could not be trusted. Ever since I have not only been running away from law enforcement due to a count of second-degree murder, but I have simultaneously been chasing the truth. When Jonah saw the light because I shot him with a fucking glock, I, too, saw the light, the light of free-thinking. Only after Jonah's literal free-mindedness did I experience my metaphorical own.