Our Quaint Country


I find, although my perspective may skew, that Canada gets ignored in international media disproportionately to the size of our population and economic influence in the world. Our reputation, and the international stereotype of us, paints us as nice and orderly people, who accept others and live in relative harmony and co-existence.

But then, we have our flaws.

Yesterday two severed limbs were mailed to the Ottawa headquarters of two major national political parties – the only two national parties to hold governments in our 145  year history. One of these actually got to the Conservative party headquarters; the panic it caused when an employee there happened to notice blood soaking through put the local post office on alert, so they intercepted another package addressed to the Liberal party. X-rays determined the former contained a foot; the latter contained a hand. A dismembered torso was found in Montreal around the same time – and it is all but certain they are remnants of the same person.

The wanted suspect? A porn star self-named Luka Rocco Magnotta. And it’s believed that he filmed this murder as well. Rumours also claim that he dated an infamous serial killer, Karla Homolka, who along with her then-husband Paul Bernardo raped and killed three women (including Karla’s sister). Magnotta denies the relationship ever existed, or that he ever met Homolka after she was controversially released from prison.

Other names of twisted Canadian killers like Clifford Olson, Robert Pickton, and recently Michael Rafferty and Terri-Lynne McClintic you can look up if you really want to be disturbed by what humans are capable of. These absolute monsters of inhumanity are not distinctly Canadian, or of any nationality for that matter. This sickness can pervade humanity everywhere. But it seems to me – perhaps to Canada’s benefit – the world seems less inclined to delve into reported crimes that happen here. It may help preserve our friendly reputation, but part of me wants to get our due recognition for sometimes being completely fucked up.



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