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<\/p>\nToday, on my run along Boulevard East, I saw a huge tour bus with the words QUEBEC on it stop by the bust of Alexander Hamilton – and people poured out of it – to stare at the plaque, and the bust, and take pictures, and pose smiling, etc.<\/p>\n
It is wonderful that he is remembered. That the estimated spot of his death is on the list of “things to see” for a bunch of Canadians.<\/p>\n
But what did I feel as I ran towards them, “Every Sperm Is Sacred” pounding in my ears?<\/p>\n
I felt jealous.<\/p>\n
Proprietary.<\/p>\n
I thought (openly, to myself): “Get away from him. He’s MINE. WhatEVER your tour guide is saying can’t even scratch the surface of MY feelings about him. Every sperm is sacred. GET. AWAY. from him, Frenchies.<\/i>”<\/p>\n
I actually<\/i> felt this.<\/p>\n
Next time I see such a congregation around him, I think I will bust in on them, and start to rant about how he’s MINE, and everyone should GET AWAY … just to see what would happen. It might be amusing, non<\/i>?<\/p>\n
I prefer to “visit” him when no one else is around, so that I can have his undivided attention and I don’t have to share<\/i>.<\/p>\n
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Today, on my run along Boulevard East, I saw a huge tour bus with the words QUEBEC on it stop by the bust of Alexander Hamilton – and people poured out of it – to stare at the plaque, and … Continue reading