The persistent rhetoric is that it's surprise all around that Canadians had this pride in them, that this country is normally so humble, that aw, shucks, it's usually the Americans who are the chest-thumpers, not shy ol' us (pun intended).
Everyone is so deeply sold on this idea that we're modest, we're humble, but the truth is that we're really neither. I certainly haven't seen it; isn't there a rule that when you call yourself humble, you're automatically not?
The reason we've broken out and shouted so loud is because we have finally achieved something solidly and decisively worthy of celebration. Never before have we won so clearly: For the Winter Games, we won the most golds at a single Games in Canadian history, most overall medals at a single Games in Canadian history, and the first gold on Canadian soil at any Games, Winter or Summer, ever, and most golds ever by any Winter host, full stop.
(And we won hockey.)
We accomplished a lot not only by our own standards, but by others, shared by all. We haven't had to redraw or downscale any boundaries to find our wins and victories. We just did it.
So I, for one, am not surprised. We've always had the pride, the noise, this collective shout. We were just waiting for a legitimate excuse to let it out.
posted at 2:07:17 pm
2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.
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