Just when I start to think that my country is getting too lame even for its elderly, the dowdy Library and Archives Canada unearths Tales From the Vault: Canadian Pulp Fiction 1940-1952. How bloody cool is that? It's even in English and French--because they care.*

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*because they care: As part of my ongoing eleven-year-old attempts to irritate the French-speaking of the world (see whatever post I used to explain why you should call it Prance), I've been maintaining that the only reason Canada is bilingual is because it cares. For similar reasons, airplanes only serve pretzels now because Journey's Steve Perry is allergic to peanuts and is too humble for a private jet.