My friend and unapologetic Canadian Kristen Ridley sent me a book in the mail last week (and it was such a treat to get something in the mail that wasn’t a bill, one of Cindy’s stupid catalogs selling all kinds of stupid shit, or a notice from the IRS!).
The book is titled:
“The U.S. of EH? How Canada Secretly Controls the United States . . . And Why That’s OK.”
Here’s the back page copy:
“This mind-blowing compendium of real facts and wild assertions reveals a vast maple-leaf conspiracy in which Canada plays up its self-effacing, second-fiddle image to the United States while subversively creating and controlling nearly everything Americans hold dear, from Superman to basketball to William Shatner to macaroni and cheese.”
The cover art shows a beaver manipulating a bald eagle puppet.
First, I never knew that the beaver is the official animal of Canada. That’s appropriate, I suppose. What with all the trees up there, I mean.
But for those Americans who view Canada as one large suburb of the United States, or as some sissy country that couldn’t even get out from under England’s thumb, like the rest of the world did, or as a nation of stumblebum, ineffective drunks . . . this book will come as quite the shocker.
Did you know, for example, that U.S. mapmakers make Canada look smaller on purpose? It’s true. The book shows a typical U.S. map of North America, where Canada actually looks smaller than the U.S. Then it shows a “map of North America to actual scale,” where Canada is much bigger.
The explanation: “While Canada is made to appear smaller on maps in the United States so as not to freak out Americans with its obvious dominance, it’s actually significantly bigger–350,000 square kilometers bigger (about the size of a 600 square kilometer rumpus room) and second in national territory only to Russia.”
How boot that, eh?
But my favorite part of the book deals with the famous Canadian “apology.” Canadians are known for apologizing for everything, and for being overly nice and kind.
Anyone who has ever tried to get through the Canadian customs office to do work in Canada knows this not to be true . . . but the stereotype persists.
But . . . this book advances a new theory about those Canadian apologies. It turns out that Canadians aren’t really apologizing at all! In fact, they are mocking us with their fake, insincere apologies just to get us to shut our big fat U.S. mouths!
Here’s how the book explains it:
“Consider what linguists have long recognized: apologizing doesn’t mean that you’re actually sorry. As an ingratiating means of resolving conflict and keeping things on an even keel, it can simply be tactically expedient, especially if one is apologizing from a position of power.”
As an example of the typical Canadian non-apology dressed up as an apology, the book offers the apology of Canadian comedian Colin Mochrie, delivered on the show “This Hour Has 22 Minutes.”
“On behalf of Canadians everywhere, I’d like to offer an an apology to the United States of America . . . I’m sorry about your softwood lumber. Just because we have more trees than you doesn’t give us the right to sell you lumber that’s cheaper and better than your own . . . I’m sorry we beat you at Olympic hockey . . . I’m sorry that we’re constantly apologizing for things in a passive-aggressive way, which is really a thinly veiled criticism.”
A HA!!! The secret is out! Canadians aren’t nice, apologetic folks who just want to quaff some beer, play a little curling on the weekends, and then quaff some more beer.
They are sneaky mean sons of bitches, who are mocking us out of the corner of their mouths the entire time they are apologizing to us! And they are also in a secret competition to control North America.
Who knew?!?!
At least now we do know. And we know what to do when a Canadian offers one of their fake “apologies,” such as:
“I’m so soory that the harsh truth in my words offended your delicate U.S. sensibilities, would you care for a pint of Moosehead?”
We now know that we can say to them:
“Hey there, hoser, cram your bullshit apology up your beaver-lovin ass, eh?”

