My anecdotal experience.

I was in SERE school, in the US Navy.

We were in the field portion of the training, the low mountains of SoCal.

I would periodically get this weird, almost bitter smell. Fast forward a day and I realized the smell was when there was an ant on me.

I don’t know if it was a combo of the environment, the type of ant, the lack of food or showering for a few days, but it was pretty reliable.

After SERE was over, I have never experienced it again.

Not going to watch a video that could have easily just been a list.

Number one better be an Evil Dead installment.

Yeah, IIRC, it was a bearded woodsman holding crossed axes, or something like that. Maybe it was an axe over one shoulder.

The “Little Canada” is also pretty questionable too.

North Plainfield is just across a tiny river and North of Plainfield. Plainfield has a very high black population and pretty fucking ghetto, at least on Front through 4th st. (I lived on 4th Street for six months… the first murder of a new year was right on my front lawn. It was a drive by… stabbing. My mom immediately moved us to North Plainfield and just by crossing that little stream, we went from counting crack vials, on the side walk, on my way to school, to manicured lawns and all white neighbors that wave. So North Plainfield was making a comparison of itself to Plainfield as Canada to the U.S…

I am still not sure how to take that.

Well, one thing the U.S. and Canada have I’m common is their shitty treatment of natives.

I wouldn’t expect much in that direction.

My High School mascot, from New Jersey, was literally a Canuck.

I learned French in high school.

I’m ready to accept my new governance.

Oh come on, Canada, you can do better than that.