Step with me into a world of pure conjecture – of unbridled fantasy! Where imagination holds sway, and quotidian cares count for naught. In this world, dear reader, there are but two possibilities. You can either be a Cossack or a Mountie. You can’t be anything else, nor anything – such as a Countie – in between. That’s the choice you have to make. You cannot even abstain, viewing the Cossack/Mountie world from a rather superior position of neutrality. You have to pick one or the other. Them’s the rules.
For the Cossack, it’s worth remembering the beard, the fur hat, and that kicking dance you’ll be able to do in a crouch, with your arms folded. These are all Unique Selling Points of the Cossack Experience.
For the Mountie, there’s that hat with the flat brim, the smart red jacket and the pistol in a shining holster. Plus riding breetches, and I’m fairly sure there’s a neat and businesslike lanyard involved. Maybe to the grip of the pistol. All very desirable qualities.
But these represent only the tip of the Cossack/Mountie iceberg; each lifestyle is sure to have its drawbacks, worthy of deep consideration before making the choice you’ll » Continue Reading.