Walk like a man...

Raise the flags and sound the trumpets!

The Dalai Lama is coming to Ottawa to become an honourary Canadian citizen. (Not a real one, though.) Because, let's not forget, the Dalai Lama already has a home. A home he hasn't been to for almost 50 years, which is why he's got so many air miles.

It must be hard being the Dalai Lama. Everyone likes him. Well... almost everyone.

And what's not to like? He's the kindest, cheeriest and quite possibly the most adorable old man alive. Think of J.P. II but without Catholicism. But it's really got to piss a guy off to deal with world leaders and not be taken seriously. Do you really expect me to believe the Dalai Lama gives a single sweet shit about honourary citizenships?

Sure, it's nice to have a couch to surf while you're exiled, but that's just the point.

He already has a home.

A home he's been trying to liberate from the Chinese for decades.

It must be hard to smile and wave to a world that loves you while the people who need you most are being oppressed.

...Back HOME.

If there's one thing the Dalai Lama is known for, its patience. But every man (including Mr. Tenzin Gyatso) has his limits. Inside that cheery old man is a tiger crouching in the grass. Somewhere.

And every time he gives a speech to rich, white politicians who don't really care about Tibet...

Every time he gets an award for peace from a world constantly at war...

Every time he's in a country that's worried about China's threats to stop trade because he's visiting, while his own people get arrested for celebrating his accomplishments... back HOME...

I suspect that tiger creeps another inch from the treeline.

When the Dalai Lama has finally taken enough bullshit from the world and decides to pounce; I'll be the first to cheer him on.

Tenzin Gyatso. Warrior Monk.