Borderline Rude

I’m considering a lawsuit against Canada. I think I have a good case. Canada’s changed. They’re weak. Easy pickings.

When I was growing up in North Dakota, Canada was like a house on the other side of the block — terra incognita, but familiar. The archetype, of course, was a Mountie. A square-jawed figure in a red uniform and a khaki hat, seated on his trusty steed Maple, eyes scanning the horizon for fire or crime. What’s that I spy? Someone has not returned the shopping cart to the corral? Hi-yah, Maple, away!