What's white and black and grey all over?

Facebook is being a stickler and deleted the video I made of my Cross Canada car trip. Yes, I had a song playing in the background of the video. Yes, technically it's copyright infringement. But that is where I pose this question...how far is too far? I made the video with the intention of posting it for my family, mostly because I am thousands of miles away and I wanted them to see it. The song was the perfect fit. I'm not making any money off of this. You can't download the song from the video to listen to the mp3. I have a dozen friends or more who have videos just like this on YouTube or Facebook. Is it wrong? Or has society moved into a direction that the music industry and the laws are lallygagging slowly behind?

To be honest, I can't totally decide. I yell at my students regularly about plagarism and stealing, but when it comes to personal use I kind of get stuck in a morally grey area. When I'm adding pictures to presentations or this blog I always use Flickr and search for photos that have permission to be commonly shared. I cite all my sources in papers. But songs are harder to comply with. Is there a Creative Commons License for music?

Mostly I'm pissed because this video took me hours to make and was my first attempt at MovieMaker. I'm also mad because I think someone had to report my video for it to be pulled. Which means someone amongst you is a traitor....

Dear Sid...

Dear Sidney Crosby,

I need you to do me a favour. I need you to beat the Calgary Flames in some big important type hockey game. Based on the previous sentence, I'm sure you realize I know very little about hockey. I'm not even sure if you play in the same league (divison??) as the Flames. But this need transcends hockey, in fact, it transcends sports.

Allow me to back track. I've recently moved from Nova Scotia to Alberta where I teach high school. It's bad enough that this province gets snow in August, I can't find a Tim's drive-thru, and everyone makes fun of my accent. No, what put me over the edge was when I did a lesson on important Canadians I used you as the example, and none of my sweet little students even knew who you were.

Angst ridden teenager #1: "Sidney Who? Crosby? Was he that dead singer?"
Me: "No, that's Bing. Sidney is the best hockey player alive."
Angst ridden teenager #1: "He sucks. The Flames rule." (banging on desks)
Me: "He's rated one of the top players in the NHL. He lived with Mario Lemieux. He's from my city. How can you say he sucks?!"
Angst ridden teenager #2: "He's weak. Your province sucks. Say carrrrr again."

And that, Sidney, is the problem with today's kids. They're disrespectful and they make fun of Nova Scotia. Last week one of them told me that my dad wasn't a real Canadian because he's an immigrant. I know I'm in big oil country and things are different from back home but I'm slowly losing my mind. That's why I need a win. I need something that I can wave in front of the class and say "A Nova Scotian did this. He's awesome. We rule all." And yes, I realize that isn't the most mature approach I could take but it would feel awfully sweet. It would be like my own Stanley Cup. And I don't even need you to win that, just get far enough to burn those Flames to the ground.

If you do, a Keith's is on me.