Since I've been in Canada, I found myself forced to adapt to a strange country. Canada only LOOKS like America. The folks and customs of this place are weird. However, my old MRA instincts got revved up when I saw a guy and his two kids on the bus this past saturday. I was on my way to a multicultural adventist church in east ottawa. this guy was explaining to his son and daughter, both under 14, the realities of life after divorce. I garnered that there was a custody battle going on with his wife. The guy is canadian, with an american wife, and a judge has to decide the kids fates.
I simply wished him good luck, and told him I could relate. I told him of my past activism.
I didn't have any flyers on me. However, I still care about the cause and my fellow man.