I'm Free
I always am. All of us are.
This is more than an update, this is the story.
Two and a half years ago, I fled the US, requesting asylum in Canada after renouncing my citizenship in the US (more on this later) at the US consulate in Vancover, British Columbia. This wass immediately after the US government declared war on and attacked the nation and people of Iraq. Canada, of course, refrained.
I became a formal guest of the nation and people of Canada, which I now know to be one of the most mature, humanly responsible nations on earth. My experience became a two-and-a-half-year field trip.
At the end, for practical and (empathetically responsible) reason, Canada turned down my request for asylum. This is after two and half years of gracious, considerate, and effective hospitality!
By hospitality I mean, medical, cultural, financial, and social. The grace of the people of Canada may know limits but I did not find them. (And this goes doubly for Montreal and Quebec. More on this also later).
The system as it is in Canada is humanitarian, and it works. More more more later.
Even at the end when I was temporarily held against my will in a Canadian immigration prevention center, I was treated with the utmost human respect and good will. As a former constituent of the US republic–and presently a resident former US constituent, having been deported and returned to my native nation of Florida, residing in Key West of the Conch Republic–it is my duty to report that even the food was good! And it is these seemingly inconsequential details on the part of the people, governments, and nation of Canada that in my humbled and traveled opinion merit Canada the right to proclaim itself the greatest nation in the world. But it doesn't per se and this is what makes the difference.
In any case, I am exhausted. I completed a 45-hour bus trip (ticket courtesy of Canadian immigration) and my computer, belongings, and life, as well as the amazing person who is a dog named Dr. Cuba Spok who I have lived with for the past five years are all in Montreal. But I, legal name Mongo Nicholl but more famously known worldwide as Surely Mongog (the last "g" is silent), am no longer incarcerated.
[To be continued . . .]
p.s My Ecto blogging software is on my G5. This is strictly infrastructure blogging.
Thank you, Robin, Garry, Nick, and Ames. And Peter.
This is more than an update, this is the story.
Two and a half years ago, I fled the US, requesting asylum in Canada after renouncing my citizenship in the US (more on this later) at the US consulate in Vancover, British Columbia. This wass immediately after the US government declared war on and attacked the nation and people of Iraq. Canada, of course, refrained.
I became a formal guest of the nation and people of Canada, which I now know to be one of the most mature, humanly responsible nations on earth. My experience became a two-and-a-half-year field trip.
At the end, for practical and (empathetically responsible) reason, Canada turned down my request for asylum. This is after two and half years of gracious, considerate, and effective hospitality!
By hospitality I mean, medical, cultural, financial, and social. The grace of the people of Canada may know limits but I did not find them. (And this goes doubly for Montreal and Quebec. More on this also later).
The system as it is in Canada is humanitarian, and it works. More more more later.
Even at the end when I was temporarily held against my will in a Canadian immigration prevention center, I was treated with the utmost human respect and good will. As a former constituent of the US republic–and presently a resident former US constituent, having been deported and returned to my native nation of Florida, residing in Key West of the Conch Republic–it is my duty to report that even the food was good! And it is these seemingly inconsequential details on the part of the people, governments, and nation of Canada that in my humbled and traveled opinion merit Canada the right to proclaim itself the greatest nation in the world. But it doesn't per se and this is what makes the difference.
In any case, I am exhausted. I completed a 45-hour bus trip (ticket courtesy of Canadian immigration) and my computer, belongings, and life, as well as the amazing person who is a dog named Dr. Cuba Spok who I have lived with for the past five years are all in Montreal. But I, legal name Mongo Nicholl but more famously known worldwide as Surely Mongog (the last "g" is silent), am no longer incarcerated.
[To be continued . . .]
p.s My Ecto blogging software is on my G5. This is strictly infrastructure blogging.
Thank you, Robin, Garry, Nick, and Ames. And Peter.
1 Comments:
YO FOooO0oO0 its nick. NP man anything for MonGog, hehehhe. We miss you in montreal dude, you fit in perfectly in the show.
Nick iversen
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