Apparently the federal government is spending ½ a billion dollars on some kind of 150-year old sasquatch because it’s Canadian. They bought a red couch to celebrate. (I have no idea why, but it seems to be a 'thing' with hairy mammals. Look at the pink couch here at Open Jaw and the 2 dinkettes who sit on it. Need I say more?)
The feds are calling the whole shebang a ‘sesquicentennial’. What brainiac came up with that hum-dinger? (Just a mild tongue twister – as my 2nd husband used to say before going downtown.)
Honestly, Pumpkins, has everyone lost their minds?
We had plenty enough fun in 1967 and there was no need for a sesqui or other impronouncables. We had a centennial and we liked it.
I was just an impressionable young girl when Montreal climaxed. Expo ‘67 was a glorious affair, dahrlings, with pavilions and shows and a ‘mono-rail’. Mayor Drapeau could have just as easily called it a ‘quasimodorail’, couldn’t he? Or a ‘qu’est-ce-qui-rail’. Folks would have gone along with it since we’d never seen one before. And unless you work at Open Jaw, you’ve never seen a sasquatch either. But c’mon, people, "Happy Sesquicentennial, Canada!"? That’s pretty much a full tweet right there. Just rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it?