President Bush is in Canada now, which can

only mean one thing: more whining from Canadians about what unbearable

people we Americans are. Canada is a pleasant enough country, and I’ve had

great times in Toronto. The fact that they produced the splendid novelist

Robertson Davies covers a multitude of sins. But good grief, do they ever

need to get over their pathological obsession with the US. One of the most

agonizing nights I ever spent was in a train car from Nice to Milan in the

company of two horribly boring Canadian college students who could not be

persuaded to remove the massive chip from their shoulder and shut up about

America getting all the attention. If Canada were a TV character, it would

be Jan Brady, perpetually whining, “Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!” about the United

States.