Credit where due, the Brits do an excellent Sunday roast as well as Cornish pasties*. Unsure why they continue to eat gruel for the rest of their meals. *Pasties, being the plural of pasty, a delicious, handheld meat pie. This is as opposed to the nipple sticker pasties. I have zero knowledge in the Brits proficiencies in regards to the nipple sticker type. I can only assume that such knowledge of topic is gained from witnessing the demonstrated actions and applications of said pasties in the place they're used most frequently over there, within the walls of the Palace of Westminster. I have no such urge to gain this knowledge.
Unfortunately, the Treaty of 1783 was so badly worded that it could not be translated into a practical topographical boundary. There wasn't a map that accompanied it, and contained a lot of discrepancies. King William 1 of Netherlands was appointed arbitrator to reconcile the border as per the treaty. 'William found reconciling the treaty with the map so difficult that he gave up. On 20 January 1831 he called the treaty "inexplicable and impractical"'. Madawaska war lead to the Webster-Ashburton Treaty, negating any previous and ambiguously written treaties. As wars and newer treaties often do with borders. I think you missed the part about the poutine though. That's really the key in all of this from a 2026 and forward thinking perspective in regards to weighing pros and cons and negotiating tactics. Meanwhile, you're showing up at the negotiating table with full confidence and a cocky smile, only to present your counter of... liquorice empanadas. "Although there are no official records of the discussions which took place during the proceedings, it is said his fellow negotiators were so appalled and embarrassed at the unveiling of this culinary abomination, presented as a valid counter to the oppositions delicious poutine, that upon a quick discussion amongst themselves they immediately agreed to the opposing conditions, as long as this incident was never discussed in any fashion, public or private." Soon after, John was quietly whisked away to be committed to a medical institution which was sympathetic to his delusions of grandeur. The Gordon Ramsay Institute of I Think It's Fucking Delicious, caters to those who suffer from this niche affliction, though some say it's with irony vs. introspective recognition. Known for his role in the Province of Maine Treaty, Eh, encompassing the remapping of boundaries which were previously US States into new Canadian Provinces, his headstone reads: This "borders" on insanity! *after the first 3 paragraphs, this post is just sarcastic bs.
The larger border dispute, highlighted clearly in the posted image, is that the "artificially drawn lines" around Maine indicate that it should obviously be part of Canada. Vermont and New Hampshire would make sense as well, I suppose. And basically Upstate New York, for symmetry sake. They'll all like it, I'm sure. There's poutine.
I've seen a lot of sick things on the internet over the years, but nothing even comes close to the revolting, monstrosity of this. When you're considering actively looking for goatse to use as a unicorn chaser, you know you've witnessed the worst of the worst.
ugh, deleted my original comment because a response based on a misinterpretation is a useless response. Not catching the blatantly obvious sarcasm is what happens when I stay up past my bedtime.
Being on the metric system, I wasn't familiar with the DeForest Kelley unit of measurement. I guess it's another confusing American measurement that makes as much sense as that weird temperature unit. Fartytarts? Fearofheights? You know what I mean, that one that is just based on random numbers selected from a hat for freezing and boiling and then a scale slapped in it. Voila! Farfromright?
*Pasties, being the plural of pasty, a delicious, handheld meat pie. This is as opposed to the nipple sticker pasties. I have zero knowledge in the Brits proficiencies in regards to the nipple sticker type. I can only assume that such knowledge of topic is gained from witnessing the demonstrated actions and applications of said pasties in the place they're used most frequently over there, within the walls of the Palace of Westminster. I have no such urge to gain this knowledge.
King William 1 of Netherlands was appointed arbitrator to reconcile the border as per the treaty. 'William found reconciling the treaty with the map so difficult that he gave up. On 20 January 1831 he called the treaty "inexplicable and impractical"'.
Madawaska war lead to the Webster-Ashburton Treaty, negating any previous and ambiguously written treaties. As wars and newer treaties often do with borders.
I think you missed the part about the poutine though. That's really the key in all of this from a 2026 and forward thinking perspective in regards to weighing pros and cons and negotiating tactics.
Meanwhile, you're showing up at the negotiating table with full confidence and a cocky smile, only to present your counter of... liquorice empanadas.
"Although there are no official records of the discussions which took place during the proceedings, it is said his fellow negotiators were so appalled and embarrassed at the unveiling of this culinary abomination, presented as a valid counter to the oppositions delicious poutine, that upon a quick discussion amongst themselves they immediately agreed to the opposing conditions, as long as this incident was never discussed in any fashion, public or private."
Soon after, John was quietly whisked away to be committed to a medical institution which was sympathetic to his delusions of grandeur. The Gordon Ramsay Institute of I Think It's Fucking Delicious, caters to those who suffer from this niche affliction, though some say it's with irony vs. introspective recognition.
Known for his role in the Province of Maine Treaty, Eh, encompassing the remapping of boundaries which were previously US States into new Canadian Provinces, his headstone reads: This "borders" on insanity!
*after the first 3 paragraphs, this post is just sarcastic bs.
They'll all like it, I'm sure. There's poutine.
Read an article in The Guardian recently regarding people getting this done just to be taller.
‘Being short is a curse’: the men paying thousands to get their legs broken – and lengthened
Farfromright?