People never like pollution, it has become very wrong to like pollution at all. But just like there are good and bad things about people, there are good and bad things about pollution. If people were pollution we would get rid of anyone who was different, anyone who was considered an inconvenience_ but we__ be getting rid of a life, a lot of lives_ because we didn__ like them. If pollution was a person would we still be trying to get rid of it? Would we have environmentalists still complaining and protesting and trying to get rid of all pollution?
To me it's very obvious there are huge cultural differences between Americans and Canadians. But a lot of what we are is American.
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To me it's very obvious there are huge cultural differences between Americans and Canadians. But a lot of what we are is American.
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