Xander ,'Empty Places'
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Canada, at least in the early 70s, did not extend citizenship to diplobrats born on their soil. My sister is still pissed about that.
Nor to children born outside Canada to Canadian mothers. Fathers, yes. Mothers, no. That policy has since be de-troll-logicked.
One of my cousins was born somewhere in Scotland in the late 50s/early 60s and had some sort of weird dual citizenship going on for a while. I can't recall how that worked out.
Nor to children born outside Canada to Canadian mothers. Fathers, yes. Mothers, no. That policy has since be de-troll-logicked.
Now I'm wondering if the same cousin may have had Canadian eligibility as well. I don't know when/if my uncle ever changed his citizenship. Huh.
I think Nutty was trying to clear up the soil thing.
Right. The citizenship thing is one issue, and the eligible-for-president thing is another. They correlate, but aren't quite the same issue. (I remember talking about this a lot when Madeleine Albright was Secretary of State, because she wasn't born a citizen, and we were all like Damn! Our closest woman to the White House, and she's born a furriner! When will our chance come!!)
Don't you also run into the complexities of dual citizenship with folks born overseas but of American parents (or vice-versa?) I've never quite understood that.
It's not complex, as far as I know. If you are born to one American citizen, you're a citizen. There may or may not be paperwork involved, but you are. Same if you're born in the US to citizens of any country.
I have a friend who was born in the US to Canadians with British parents. She can pretty much work anywhere she wants, with her triple threat.
Nor to children born outside Canada to Canadian mothers. Fathers, yes. Mothers, no. That policy has since be de-troll-logicked.
Jamaica was like that until too recently. I'm surprised about Canada, but I probably shouldn't be, since they're oddly stuffy about some of that immigration and citizenship stuff--a Canadian visa is expensive, and doesn't last very long. Irritating. Theoretically, I mean. Since I no longer need one. But still I get the full exam when I cross the border since I used to be a permanent resident. Tiring and time-consuming.
Chenille's just Frenchified velour. Nothing's sloungier than velour.
Tea with milk is just differently healthy.
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Velour picks up lint like whoa. And cat hair.
Chenille's just Frenchified velour.
Actually, no. Chenille is a thread. Velour is a fabric.
Nothing's sloungier than velour.
Not leather or silk? I think I've been using the wrong definition of slounge.
Okay, I spoke too soon. My back is now aching from yesterday's slip'n'slide adventures.
I've only gone to Canada on business and it took quite a while to get through customs.