For that matter, who cares what Canadians think?
Dude, while it is not clear that he thinks, he still isn’t a Canadian. He’s still a Yank—own him.
FWIW—I’m dual so I own him either way. For those who can’t stand dual, in my heart, I am a citizen of an Oregon that has ceased to exist. My immediate family in which I grew up mostly migrated to Ohio about 20 years ago after the economy of our part of Oregon was destroyed. It had been clear to me after my first semester of University (fall of 88) that there was no future for my generation in my home county. When I attended my 10 year reunion only one guy had managed to settle in county at that point—and this was out of the biggest high school on the coast. A few of the gals had managed to marry older guys with jobs and hadn’t lost them. Since then more have made it back to in county, but it is pretty bleak.
I have nothing against Ohio, but I am not an Ohioan and have no business voting in their elections. While I have left Ontario twice with no intention of returning, I somehow ended up here a third time “for a year” in the summer of 2000, two years later married a girl from Toronto (probably, from a human perspective, it would have been wiser to import one from rural Oregon or rural anywhere, but I was still somewhat young and foolish, and I trust that in the end God knows what He is doing), and now have six kids who are most definitely rural Ontarians. My three year old was messing with legos a few weeks back and built a lego Zamboni—thou he called it “an ice sweeper.”
Immigration is a natural evil. So is starving to death. The Oregon south coast is beautiful, but unless they figure out a way to eat scenery or make it legal to eat Californians and people who pop in from Portland and Eugene, it will remain very difficult to make a good life there. An Oregonian is not an Ohioan. And an Ontarian is not an Albertan. I envy Wyoming and Oklahoma, but bloom where you are planted, I don’t care for Toronto—and I don’t care for Portland—though in both cases the odds seem overwhelming from an electoral perspective. Fight to the last cartridge, and when you are out of bullets, use your gun as a club, unless it is handier to use an Arkansas toothpick.
“For that matter, who cares what Canadians think?”
We don’t!