It's kind of late, I guess, by a few hours---on the Islamic calendar, the day ends/begins at sundown. But I just celebrated Eid ul-Fitr with my family in Ottawa. As usual, there was the worldwide confusion over whose interpretation of the moon-sighting rules was more correct; one sights the moon to determine the end of the month, in this case, the month of Ramadan. Yes, I've gone back into blog-delinquency (bloglinquency?) for no reason other than "meh" and "ennui", but I thought it was necessary to write something to close off my Ramadan post.
Why am I back in Canada? I am satisfying the demands of our global police state. I find the whole process annoying and offensive, and believe that it doesn't have any intrinsic benefit or merit to my life or to the life of any of the people I know that we should all have to obtain permission and submit documents to see any other part of the world. Limited freedom from our national prisons costs $90. I can only imagine what it must be like to carry a Syrian passport or something like that.