Lately, I've been preoccupied with the unfortunate period in our nation's history known as the Oka Crisis. Now, it's no secret that I love golf (what amputee wouldn't) and that I love sacred Mohawk burial grounds, but I never would have thought of combining these two hobbies of mine. But, then again, I am not from Quebec... Seriously, what the fudge? What was that committee meeting like? I think it may have gone something...like this:
"...Our next item is the Niobium mine near the monastery. We have a proposal to expand that mine from Jende Corp..."
[That goes on for 5-10 minutes and it is resolved to allow Jende Corp. to complete their safety study and to have engineers from the town to inspect the premises before giving them the okay.]
"Finally, let's dig up those old Indian bones and build us a real Par 5, instead of that spray-on condom we have now! All in favor?"
[Lots of hooting and boot stomping ensues; an incoherent mob leaves the Town Hall with hoes, rakes, and torches and marches down past the shitty little Par 4 (250 meters? Get real) and begins raping the Mohawks once more.
I need some sleep...
And remember - It's all about me.
O.D.
