P,E.I. Forever.

Well today I am going to rant about something that burns my butt and I don't mean a flame about 3 feet tall.
If you don't know PEI I will explain that their are 2 kind of residents, those who were born here and those who were not. The old story is if you were not born on PEI you will never be considered an Islander and I might add that to us native born Islanders that is very true. Don't get me wrong as we like people who move here but lately we seem to be getting more than our share of A$$h0le$. Nothing we ever do is right and thank God they moved here so they can correct us in the errors of our ways.
That attitude is all to common around here and the good news is that the new bridge that hooked the rest of the world to PEI runs both ways. I am sure if they lack the funds to leave that the island way would be for all us true islanders to chip up and come up with the $39.00 required. I hope I don't offend anyone because that is not my purpose here and I know we have problems on PEI, just like anyplace you might choose to live. What you do is stop your GD complaining and try to make some changes with us Islanders.
I will try to put it another way, a friend decides he would like to move into your house and live with you and you agree this is a good idea. After he moves in he decides he doesn't like the shape of your house, the paint job is crap and the color is worse. The furniture is garbage, the floor covering is not up to date. Their is nothing good about your house. I am sure all you folks that knock the Island way of life would not put up with a guest that acted this way. Well that is how I see you and as I said before if there is something you don't like let us know because we can take constructive critisam and if you have a better idea we might even help you change it.
I think the best part is they wonder why we will never call them an Islander.
Well I am glad to get that off my chest and mind and before the crapping on me begins try and remember that with your attitude I can't really think of any place you could move and be welcomed with open arms.
Now for todays story:
Charlie hadn't been feeling well so he went to his Dr. After the Dr gave him the results of tests.
"I'm afraid I have bad news" the Dr. said " you're dieing and you don't have much time left."
"oh, that's terrible!" moaned Charlie. "tell me, Doc., how much time do I have left?'
"Ten," the Dr. said softly.
"Ten?' Charlie ask. "Ten what? Years? months? weeks?"
"Nine..."