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>>>>>>We have taken multiculturalism to the nth degree. Frankly I love the multicultural nature of Canada. I love the aromas and colours and clothing and festivities and food that can be found in various different areas of Toronto alone. I love the fact that people from other places bring this variety here. What I don't love is the idea that all the baggage that comes along with it must be respected regardless of how poorly it might fit in with the cultures and laws that already exist. The mores and laws and social systems we have in place are the underlying glue that makes all the multiculturalism work. When we start to allow incoming prejudices and baggage to weaken that glue, I think we'll end up with problems we never wanted.
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>>>>>Meny people from exYu went to Canada last 10-15 years.
>>>>>Never heard anything bad about Canada, except that is way to cold there :)
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>>>>My opinion exactly! Born and raised here. Even lived in Edmonton for over 10 years where the temperature gets to 40 below Celsius, and I still hate winter. Some of my friends tell me that the reason I hate winter is that I don't get involved in winter sports. I can't seem to make them understand that it's the reverse that's true.
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>>>I am the same way, wld probably go nuts there :)
>>>I applied for immigrating to Canada back in 1993 and nearly went.
>>>But as turned out, life had different plans for me. Wld probably enjoy good fishing in Canada but that winter ...
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>>I am much too impatient to fish. I live near the pacific ocean and have not been fishing since I was 16. I just cannot understand how someone can enjoy drowning worms and sitting down all day trying to catch a fish!
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>>Now when it comes to Ice Fishing, imagine someone who cuts a hole in the ice, sits down, drops in the fishing line with that special worm. First the worm freezes, then you freeze looking at that stupid hole in the ice, waiting for “the big one”. :)
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>My daughters mostly live with their mom -- they're there this weekend, sadly -- and on the way to/from I pass by Geneva Lake. (The town is Lake Geneva, the lake is Geneva Lake; go figure). During winter there are dozens of icehouses out there, guys fishing. Every time I wonder what they're thinking.
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>Actually I have an idea what at least some of them are thinking. My grandfather, who was an outdoorsy guy -- he spent part of his life literally living in the woods as an expedition tour guide in northern Maine -- took me ice fishing a couple of times when I was maybe 4 or 5. He took a hip flask with him and would nip into it when he thought I wasn't looking. We didn't catch many fish.

When I think of Ice Fishing I think of Jack Lemmon and Walter Matthau in the movie "Grumpy Old Men! :)