SLIGHTLY
OFF THE MARK
(I wrote this back
in 2005, but news of an arctic air mass heading this way made me think of it
again. Also, I couldn’t write a new column … my fingers are frozen.)
My friend, who I’ll call Howie Dunnit, has some interesting
ideas. For instance, he was the first to
come up with the concept of reality television, many years ago. He wanted to take the ten celebrities he
hated the most, put them on an island with large ravenous beasts, and film them
trying to survive.
You can see he was way ahead of his time.
Anyway, the other day Howie stopped by and said, “I’ve
come up with a plan to solve our nation’s biggest problem.”
What? I asked. You
mean the war on terror?
“No, no – that’s not our biggest problem.”
Hurricane relief? Red
ink spending? The Kardashians?
“I’m talking about our porous border, and how all those
people are coming into America because of it.”
Oh! Well, solving
the socioeconomic difficulties that have led to Mexicans leaving their nation
to begin with would –
“I’m not talking about that, man. Illegal immigration from the South is a
problem we’re aware of. I’m talking
about something much more insidious, an invasion of our country that nobody’s
even willing to acknowledge. I’m talking
about Canada.”
Canada?
“Sure. Look at all
those people coming down from Canada, taking American jobs, using our
resources, slowly acclimating us to their culture.”
Their culture? But
isn’t their culture pretty close to our culture?
“It is now. That’s
what makes it insidious, dummy. They’re
reaching the highest levels of our society, and before you know it they’ll just
take over! I mean, our young people are
already worshiping them! Canadian
singers, Canadian actors, Canadian starship captains –“
Say what?
“William Shatner.
He’s a Canadian, and what’s the biggest science fiction franchise of all
time? Not Star Wars, no – Star
Trek. With a Canadian captain, and oh,
by the way, a Canadian chief engineer.”
“I thought he
was Scottish.”
“You’ve got
Shania Twain for the county music freaks, Jim Carrey for the comedy fans,
Pamela Anderson for the … well, you know.”
They sure know how to grow ‘em in Canada.
“It’s been going on for years. Steppenwolf!
Rush! Tommy Chong and his
daughter, Rae Dawn!”
Sounds like they have issues, all right.
“They’re continuing their infiltration, only now it’s
getting worse. They’re turning our young
girls into belly baring, mad at the world singers with attitude, a la Avril
Lavine. They’re making terms that used
to be scandalous sound normal – Barenaked Ladies. Don’t even get me started on Peter
North. And Howie Mandel – tell me, how
could we ever forgive them for Howie Mandel?”
Cash payments?
“There are lists of them, huge lists of Canadians who are
taking over every aspect of America. Did
you know Alexander Graham Bell was a Canadian?”
Seems to me he helped us out quite a bit.
“But suppose they decide to take all that technology
back? No more phones!”
No more salesmen.
“That annoying little punk on the Star Wars movies,
Anakin whatshisface? Played by a
Canadian. Hugh Hefner’s ex-wife? Canadian. At least one of them. How many
American women could have had that job?”
Maybe he ran out of American women.
“Tom Green, buddy.
Tom Green.”
My gosh, let’s kill ‘em all.
“Exactly. Keanu
Reeves. Lorne Green. Leslie Nielsen. Lorne Michaels brought, like, every Canadian comedian
ever known to work on Saturday Night Live. And k.d. Lang, the lesbian singer
who doesn’t know how to capitalize?
Canadian.”
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
“Jack Kerouac – turned a whole generation of American
teens into druggies.”
Never proven, friend.
“Gimmie a break.
Peter Jennings? Canadian, giving
American news to Americans.”
That explains a lot.
“Brendan Fraser.
Michael J. Fox. Glenn Ford. Raymond Burr.
Dan Aykroyd. How many American
actors would have gotten jobs, if they hadn’t come in and snatched those jobs
away?”
I’d say, at least five.
“And Celine Dion, man – Celine Dion! Tell me it’s not a conspiracy.”
Hey, I like Celine Dion.
“Oh, no – they’ve got you too! You’ve been sucked in. We have to act.”
Okay, fine – what do you propose?
“Invasion.”
Say what?
“First we tell all those Canadians they have to go back
to their own country. They won’t, of
course – have you seen the average temperatures up there? That’s our excuse. We declare war and clean
their clocks.”
Are you kidding me?
We’re already fighting a war, where would we get the manpower?
“That’s the beauty of it.
First, we reinstitute the draft.
You know all those draft dodgers who always head to Canada? We just hand them rifles and send them on
up. Meanwhile, the native people of
Alaska are having trouble maintaining their lifestyles because the ice cap is
melting, so they’re getting hungry – we hand them guns too, and invade
from two directions. Before you know it,
we’re toasting our victory with Canadian beer in Toronto, over Pierre Trudeau’s
moldering corpse.”
Uh –
“You could get Shannon Tweed as a war trophy.”
Oh, okay. No,
wait. I’ve got friends in Canada. Besides, they’ve been great neighbors for hundreds
of years, with a couple of lamentable exceptions. They’re a good, freedom loving, peaceful
people, and they’ve got great bacon.
“Trust me; in fifty years they’ll have totally forgotten
they weren’t always a part of the US of A.
Do Texans sit around thinking, ‘Gee, remember the good times when we
were Mexico’?”
Well, not all of them.
But look, I can’t support this.
Defending ourselves against attack, yes.
Fighting to free people from a dictator, I can accept. But attacking a democracy because they’re too
similar to us? That’s ridiculous.
“You know … every winter they send their arctic cold air
fronts right into Indiana.”
Huh?
“Weather control, son.
Canadian air masses are what bring winter to the Midwest. It’s a plot to keep winter hating humor
columnists in a deep freeze for half of every year.”
Nuke the SOB’s.
“Now
we’re talking.”
Canadians are terrible tippers, too. They'll sit in my salon chair for hours and either leave me a dollar or nothing.
ReplyDeleteHugs and chocolate,
Shelly
Maybe they haven't figured out the exchange rate? :-) Of course, neither have I.
DeleteAll right, which of my fellow Canucks blabbed????
ReplyDeleteWe also unleashed that plague calling itself Justin Bieber on you.
And yes... Scotty was a Canuck. Stormed the beaches of Juno Beach on D-Day, lost a finger in the process.
By the way... Tom Green deserves to die.
Right -- this column was written before the Bieb came along, otherwise you can be sure he'd have featured prominently. Not arguing with Green, either.
DeleteI've long heard the story of Scotty's WWII career -- a true hero up there on that screen.