So far, the only real impact my heritage has had on my life is that it got me to the front of the line to take the test to become a citizen of Canada and it got me a few points. I still had to have a certain amount of points and take the damned test. It's actually like negative points, or some shit, 'cause I don't speak French.
It really hasn't had much, if any, impact on my life. It does come in handy to fuck with the goats on Voat. So, there's that!
That's always a plus ... but I rarely even log onto Voat anymore. It's like a wasteland of lunacy. If I want that, I can get my fill at Poal - LOL. At least they're still small enough not to be overpowering.
Personally, I can't speak Canadian, so it wouldn't work there for me. I did enjoy the Great White North and still watch an occasional Red Green Show ... but I read the subtitles on PBS.
LOL!!!! Well at least you're an Irish Indian ... and a confidant of the Village People ... ya got that going for ya.
We had a few Delaware Injuns where I grew up and my Dad used to know them. My first encounter was when out fishing with my Dad and lil' brother, we were just small kids, maybe six at most. Dad said there' ... can't recall the name ... he's an Indian Chief, let's go talk to him.
My lil' brother and I hid behind my Dad's legs as he walked over to the guy. All we knew of Indians was from the westerns and were expecting to be scalped. That didn't happen ... our barber was better at scalping us back then. The days of buzz cuts, ya know. Maybe our scalps just weren't worth it! Ya never know.