la belle province c'est moi

For my ignorant bastard readers, "la belle province c'est moi..." translates: I am the beautiful province. Which translates: I am going to Montreal, to visit family and friends. I will be leaving Canadian winter, westcoast version; deep blue skies and snow-covered ground, for Canadian winter, eastern version; deeper blue skies and hopefully snow falling from heaven.

I'm looking forward to it, although I am a nervous flyer. This is because no matter how hard I flap my wings I can never seem to levitate. Should anything happen, while I'm up there, or more specifically, while I am coming down from up there, I want my faithful readers to know my last words will be (directed to the person sitting beside me, who will be shrieking "Mommy!":

"Is this how you show your bravery as Arabs?"
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