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Originally Posted by Acajack
In all honesty Quebec sovereignists have moved away from "pure laine" politics and did so quite some time ago. That term is rarely used in French these days. Even though their detractors claim they haven't.
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Yeah, but not to the extent of the SNP. Why doesn't PQ promote more "visible minority" députés for example? Why is it the PLQ who have a Haitian Creole as leader and not the PQ? If they had designated a Haitian Creole leader, they wouldn't be last in this election.
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Originally Posted by Acajack
On the other hand, one thing that Quebec has going for it compared to Scotland is that it really does feel more tangibly "foreign" to the rest of Canada than Scotland does relative to, say, England.
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Oh, Scotland also feels quite tangibly foreign compared to England. Even the language is not the same: Scottish English can be pretty hard to understand.
Just to give you an idea how foreign Scotland can be: back when I lived in London, I traveled to the Scottish highlands. We had a car accident near the little town of Auchtertyre (which is pronounced like "auch" in German, and then like "teur-tir" in French, with rolled "r" like in Spanish
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I was renting a car from London. I called the insurance company so they would tow us to a garage. I was transferred to a lady who, from her accent, appeared to have been from Birmingham or a place like that. She could not understand the name of that Scottish place. I had to spell it for her. She could not find it on her computer. She said it wasn't a place in the UK. At that point I became slightly angry and said yes, it's in the UK, and it's really a place that exists...
Eventually they found the place, and sent a local Scottish mechanics to tow us. The guy was part shepherd, part mechanics. As he couldn't repair the car, he towed us to Fort William, where another guy would tow us to Glasgow. The insurance company decided that the car needed to be brought back to London, which cut our trip short. And we embarked on a 24 hours journey being relayed to London.
With the guy who towed us to Fort William, I discussed life in the Scottish highlands, and the Gaelic Scottish language. He told me lots of words in Gaelic, his native tongue.
Arrived in Fort William, we waited on the parking lot for the next guy to take us to Glasgow. We turned on the radio, looked for the BBC, to waste time, but the BBC in Fort William was broadcasting in... Scottish Gaelic! That's when me and my friend from LA really thought we were in a foreign country. You're suddenly totally lost in translation!
There was no news bulletin in English. Only Scottish Gaelic. Then the next guy arrived and towed us to Glasgow through some rugged terrain of mountains and moors that looked like Mordor in the Lord of the Rings (Scotland is truely an otherworldly experience), under the darkest possible skies, as if the end of the world was near. Stunningly beautiful if you like that sort of ambiance.
Then in Glasgow, 3rd guy, who towed us... to the English border, because Scottish mechanics refuse to drive any further than the Scottish-English border. This guy, young guy, we almost could not understand him, so thick was his accent. My friend from LA was at a complete loss, and I understood perhaps only half of what he said, which was embarrassing. From what I gathered, he was saying things like "I have friends over there in England, but I could never live there!" We chatted all the way to the border, me trying to decipher his language.
At the border, 4th guy who came to tow us, this one an English guy, with typical English accent from England. He was the most boring of the 4. Suddenly it felt like "back home", but boring. He towed us to London. He had not much to say, contrary to the 3 Scottish drivers.
Each time I go to Scotland, I can't help but notice how different it is compared to England. Even their medias are now largely disconnected (they talk of different subjects, and rarely pay attention to each other...). Even Queen Elizabeth II was mourned in Edinburgh as the Queen of Scotland and not as the Queen of the UK... In fact the first time I went to Edinburgh when I was 12, I still remember how the guard at Edinburgh Castle insistently pointed out to the crown being exhibited in one of the rooms, saying "it's the crown of Scotland", and guess what they put on her coffin in Edinburgh? That very same crown! which hasn't been used for coronations since the 17th century now that the kings of Scotland rule from London and coronations take place in London and not Edinburgh anymore.