I lived in the U.S. from 1992-1998, during the last time that remarkable country truly boomed. When I returned from America’s finest university to Canada’s, I brought with me three brilliant students, two of whom — a married couple — were both thoroughly sensible and somewhat on the conservative side. It proved somewhat unexpectedly difficult to take my junior colleagues anywhere in Toronto, particularly at the university, without continual embarrassment on my part for merely being a Canadian, as a “casual” anti-Americanism would inevitably be directed toward them, whenever the inevitable topic of their place of origin arose.
My fellow countrymen continually said things that would have been regarded as clearly racist, sexist or ethnocentric had they been uttered to anyone other than an American citizen — assuming, rightly (given the civilized nature of the people in question) that they would take them politely, and without evident offence. Such comments were much more likely to emanate, as well, from precisely the sort of leftists prone to proclaim first that such behaviour is utterly unacceptable and second that such conduct would of course never show its face among people as good in their thoughts as them.
Such behaviour is, sadly, a Canadian norm, particularly wherever the country is left-leaning; particularly wherever everyone believes axiomatically that we have all the virtues of our democratic compatriots to the south, and then some; particularly wherever everyone is inclined to point self-righteously to the wonders of our now-dreadful and even oft-murderous “free” health-care system and its associated highly dysfunctional, expensive and increasingly unsustainable social safety net and compare it to the free-for-all in the U.S. they inevitably resort to if death threatens and they have the money.
That combined attitude of essentially socialist sentiment and moral superiority was exemplified above all, perhaps, by former Prime Minister Trudeau — and I’m speaking now not of the fils who resigned in disgrace after sacrificing our economy to the gods of his self-serving utopian globalist delusion. I’m referring, instead, to the père who dallied so self-aggrandizingly with the Chinese Reds and the dictatorial communist Fidel Castro and rubbed the Americans’ noses in it, moralizing intellectually and oh-so-fashionably all the while.
We Canadians also pride ourselves on our peaceful — and peacekeeping — nature (take that, Yanks), contrasting that with the war-mongering attitude of the gunslingers we secretly admire but publicly disdain, forgetting ever-so-conveniently that it is nothing but our positioning under the fearsome nuclear umbrella of the U.S.A. and our knowledge of the certainty of their military protection if push comes to shove that allows us to be the sheep of peace who bleat their undeserved self-regard with so little shame.
Let’s add to that our absolute and disgraceful refusal to pull our fair share of the weight with regards to our own woke, broke and demoralized military. Trump recently informed his NATO allies that the U.S. would like to see them spend five per cent of their GDP on defence. He’d be happy, in truth, with three, and would settle (and has said so) for two. Canada (mis)spends 1.3 per cent, a figure so low that we have reduced our own soldiers, of whom there are frighteningly few, to a state where they find it necessary to purchase even their own helmets. We camouflage this failure by trumpeting our commitment to peace, as we love to do when our politicians take the international stage, or when we slap a Canadian flag on our backpacks while hostelling through Europe and Asia, to differentiate ourselves from the Evil Imperialists to the south.
This is hardly the way to signal to the U.S. either that we are capable of defending ourselves, thank you very much, or that we are grateful for their existence as big brother captain of the high school wrestling team — much-disdained protector of our junior hippy student radical selves. Such things matter, more than we think — and a lot more, now that middle America is in charge, given the well-deserved contempt that lot have for the niceties of hypocritical socialist smartest-kid-in-the-class peaceniks. Remember, Canucks: the U.S. is now run by exactly the kind of Americans that we tempt themselves so unforgivably to treat as our moral inferiors. This is not how friends behave. It is also no way to keep friends, once they have hypothetically been made. And we’ve been put on serious notice in that regard.
And we are only scratching the surface in our analysis of the problems with Canada-U.S. relations, and with Canada itself, with that nothing-but-preliminary analysis. For the last nine years, Canada has been run by exactly the type of contemptible elitists who are, if anything, even more anti-capitalist, anti-nationalist, and anti-industrial state than the typical Canadian. This has set us against our putative American allies, in a manner much deeper than we want to think — and don’t be thinking that any of this is lost on Trump. He clearly despises the recently departed Justin, and has as much respect for those who elected him as he does for the Democrats, so much like them, who tortured, tormented and despised him and the flyover country MAGA middlebrows who were so much wiser in their political instincts than their Ivy League wannabe masters.
Canadians are Democrats, in Trump’s view, except more so. We think that’s a virtue. It’s not. It’s a liability, in all general manners. More specifically, it is a liability in relation to the U.S., particularly now. It has also and more seriously (as if irritating our mighty neighbours is not enough) threatened both Canada’s economic viability and the likelihood it will survive as a nation. We might also note, in that regard, that the newly ordained and inevitable grand poobah of the currently wretched but still dangerously powerful Liberals, one Mark Carney, is one of the world’s prime advocates of the insane inanities of net zero.
He is a man who has planned in writing, not least in his bestselling book Values, the complete destruction of the fossil fuel industry (bye, bye, Alberta). If that’s not bad enough, and it is, he is also simultaneously an advocate of the same “post-national” view of Canada defined by Trudeau junior and his moralistic minions. What are we, according to such good thinkers? Nothing: but if anything, the oppressive patriarchal white supremacist identity-less colonial settler state defined by the progressive ideologues in the think-tanks, the elite dining rooms in eastern Canada, and the protest encampments on the campuses of Canadian universities.
None of this fills the MAGA crowd with admiration, in case it has to be said. None of it bodes well, either, for the economy of Canada— doomed to replacement, according to Carney, by hydrogen, solar and wind power that either does not exist (that would be the hydrogen) or that would doom Canadians to starve and freeze in the dark if it ever came to replace the reliable grid and transportation we all so desperately depend on when it’s 40 bloody below. We may when arguing so expensively and incompetently with the Americans continue to congratulate ourselves on our comparative righteousness. That diet will become even thinner gruel, however, in a future characterized by their explosive economic growth and our rapid descent toward comparative poverty and irrelevance (green though that pathway may be argued, however falsely, to be).
Carney, to put it bluntly, is not a man like Justin Trudeau — a second-rater, under the mere influence of the World Economic Forum, that Malthusian fear-mongering cabal of authoritarian elitists, drunk on the fumes of their own self-righteous delusions. He is by contrast a veritable leader of that movement, an organizer par excellence of ESG, stakeholder capitalism, diversity, equity and inclusiveness, and degrowth. Out with the old, the Liberals claim, and in with the new, but the new will be everything Trudeau so terribly was, but a lot more efficiently, and with much more sophisticated rationalization. None of this is lost on the MAGA mob, insofar as they deign to notice — and they notice enough, it might be reiterated, to shake our foundation.
Consider, therefore, with regard to this, something more pointed and illustrative. That would be the current plight of Alberta (and, with it, Saskatchewan and even B.C., although the latter is still too blind and holier-than-thou socialist to note the true danger that confronts it). The most American of all Canadian provinces — by widespread reputation, and self-regard — Alberta is also the polity that eastern Canada, particularly Quebec, relies on to survive, while it pursues its disdainful socialist green agenda. This is the Quebec that has whined and manipulated so effectively for so many decades that its bilingual citizenry utterly dominates not only the perennially ruling Liberal party, but the federal bureaucracy. That constitutes only two such unjust and unproductive advantages among many, by the way — and all that despite the despite the Francophonie’s strong and lasting separatist leanings.
This is the same eastern Canada and Quebec that regards itself as entitled not only to the so-called “transfer payments,” characterizing the Canadian social contract, much to the disadvantage of the resource-rich West, but that simultaneously assumes and trumpets a moral superiority to the people who earn that transferred money in a manner deeply reminiscent of that more generally assumed by Canadians with respect to Americans.
The consequence? No “business case” for the trade deals or infrastructure projects necessary to supply a self-admittedly desperate Europe and Japan with cheap and reliable Alberta energy. No new, plentiful and gratefully received pipelines running west to east in Canada. Abject economic dependence, in consequence, for Albertans (and Canada itself, as we are now finding out) on the purchasing decisions of the mad MAGA Yanks to the south. And now that same Alberta is being called upon to sacrifice its artificially and “morally” limited economy to fight off the looming tariffs of Donald J. Trump, the imposition of which should come as no surprise to anyone the least bit awake. We walked right into this, folks — and boy, we deserved it — but we felt good about ourselves all the way. And what is likely to result?
Trump has offered Canada status as the 51st. If we had a well-constituted country, this would have never happened, or the suggestions would have been laughable. I see damn few people laughing, however, and more’s the pity. A strong case can be made that such subordinate status would not at all be a good deal for the Great White North as a whole. For Alberta, however — and perhaps for the West as such — the situation is not so clear. Here’s what I might do, given that, if I were in Premier Danielle Smith’s shoes — or at least what I might threaten to do, taking a page from Trump’s art-of-the-deal book, because it’s high time for the Albertans to play hardball. I might travel, say, to Mar-a-Lago (where I did in fact recently encounter that premier). I might have, while there, a forthright, even blunt, chat with Donald J., where I might say to him something like the following:
“Mr. President: My fellow Canadians have for decades compelled us to climb into bed with an eight-hundred pound gorilla. That would be you, Mr. Trump. Now you’ve decided to consummate the deal, so to speak — and we’ve given you the upper hand, on a silver platter (to mix metaphors terribly), while you’re doing so. Canada is unlikely to become the 51st state, however — not even Alberta — as you well know, sir. After all, you’d have to offer us something better than what has been put forward by our fellow Canadians.
“That would be: the continued privilege and expense of subsidizing Quebec, half of whose citizens constantly clamour to secede from the country, while we impoverish ourselves for their benefit; the constant imposition of serious practical impediments from the federal and other provincial governments (hint, hint, British Columbia) to the international business deals and pipelines that would help Alberta bring its resources to market; continual insult on top of such injury in the form of unbearable and naïve moralizing about their superiority in conviction with regard to the “sustainability” of the planet — and, to top it all off, the accusation that I am not patriotic enough to start a trade war with my strange bedfellow in the name of a country whose very leaders proclaim both identitylessness and a multiculturalism that none of my citizens want.”
And Trump might well say (or perhaps is even right now saying): “I think I could top that offer, Ms. Premier, fine as it is. I could offer Albertans the American dollar; full access to our markets for their resources, at full international price; lower costs on almost all manufactured goods and on food; lower taxes, both corporate and personal; membership in a country that prides itself on being a country, and that does not plan to dissolve itself into an unstable multicultural mishmash; genuine admiration for your economic and industrial endeavours, along with a can-do, visionary and deeply entrepreneurial culture; immediate, reliable and guaranteed access to ports and pipelines, and full military defence.
“And, if that’s not enough, dear lady — no transfer payments! And the additional psychological advantage for Albertans in foregoing the perpetual and bullying eastern Canadian attitude of grievance and moral superiority, emanating in particular from the Quebec (‘give us what we want forever or we’ll leave!’) who also shamelessly disdains your dirty fossil fuel — such that they made the fracking Alberta’s economy depends upon literally illegal in their jurisdiction, just to make a point, while simultaneously accepting, and not with good grace, the filthy money so generated.”