Redheaded Redux

There are those who are proud of their ancestry and there are people who simply give it a tip o' the hat from time to time, but for whom it means not more than a yearly brouhaha. And that's OK.

Our host here, however, has got a bit of a personality problem. Not that her personality is at fault, or even fault-y; nay forbid the thought. It's just that she's recently coming to terms with a diverse heritage that will be difficult to reconcile between it's various aspects.

Take the long established Canadian portion, and now let's throw in the possible English connection. Now, would this Canadienne be perhaps a bit of the Canadian seperatist? Would this Mihshehl be more likely to spit on Queen Elizabeth or recommend that she be further immorialized by having her portrait on all of the Canuck Cash being spat out of ATMs in downtown Toronto? It boggles the mind.

Then let's consider the French Celt, similarly long established and borne out by the artistic streak and Catholic outlook. Good Lord, should the Teutonic chromosomal vector bear out, would she attempt to simultaneously go to war with her own Gaullic half and also to invite herself to Belgium for an economic conference and a cigarette? Or, God forbid, the German doesn't pan out and we hit the Angle or Jute of the Isles of Great Brittain for a genetic kegger: Would our Mihshehl attempt to throw herself into either side of the English Channel at once, only to meet herself in the middle for a fistfight and a bottle of Port? It boggles the mind.

So, truly, as you read these words, say a prayer for our Mihshehl, as coming to terms with her own existence will either be A) nigh impossible or B) if attained, it could cause a rift in space time causing universal chaos: wars, death, destruction, plausible Democratic foreign policy, lego chicken legs and a reduction in cable television rates.

May God have mercy on her soul.