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With friends like this, why bother with a border?

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If ever Canada had an ambition, it is to become the 51st state. Every child in the country knows it growing up, as we do, reciting the pledge of allegiance and listening, generation after generation, to Lee Greenwood’s “God Bless the USA” until records warp, CDs wear down, or smart phone batteries die. 

It’s all the better, then, that returning Republican president Donald Trump advanced the great cause when he ‘joked’ that if Canada can’t withstand the effects of an American tariff, it might as well fold the border and get used to even bigger suburban Walmarts and extra-extra value meals.

One would hope for a peaceful annexation, of course. No one wants another war. That’s something other countries do  – and Canada pretends it doesn’t. Wouldn’t be polite, so we keep the details of our belligerence or complicity between friends – friends like the U.S., as it happens.

The advance team has been preparing for the peaceful annexation for decades, slowly wearing down the all-too-Canadian cultural particularities that were meant to tie together 5,500 kilometres of disparate federation and occupied Indigenous lands. The policy fights of the 1980s and 1990s look quaint in hindsight, as the arts and culture industries hoped to preserve something distinct – cold, arctic even, and all that – from the onslaught of Yankee-isms broadcast or trucked and traded across the border. 

Free trade agreements and the internet won. Now, we all get to watch the same YouTube and TikTok videos and wear the same Adidas sneakers. When Pierre Poilievre becomes prime minister and smothers the CBC in its sleep, the prophecy will be fulfilled. We’ll have MSNBC and Fox and CNN with the volume turned down for all our waiting rooms.

It’s called progress. Look it up.

A seat at the table as the 51st state would be a fine deal for Canada, united at last by federation, but of a different sort. United and freed from so many day-to-day worries. There would be no need to stress about the value of the Canadian dollar – which would be jettisoned as we adopt the global reserve currency. No concern about “securing” the border to avoid tariffs, because there would be no border. Problem solved. Easy, peasy lemon squeezy.

Some Canuck patriots will bristle at annexation, I’m sure. Some people are so particular about things like socialized health insurance, crumbling as it is. Some aren’t fans of draconian and deadly laws that limit what people can do with their bodies. Some dislike all the guns and especially people who discharge them in the general direction of a public that’s merely out minding its business and going about its day. Some would miss pinning a maple leaf on their backpack when touring the globe, making sure everyone in the hostel is aware that they are absolutely, positively, utterly not American. Everyone would have to figure out Fahrenheit and miles and the oh-so-appropriately-named Imperial system.

Those are all valid concerns but have those same people considered how much they’d save on cross-border shipping and hassle? No more renting a P.O. box stateside to ship your Target orders and schlepping over the 49th parallel, trying to sort out which lane to take and making nervous chit chat with a border guard. Also, Trader Joe’s everywhere. Cheap flights to Las Vegas on Alaska Airlines. Maybe more Taylor Swift concert dates. 

Canadians have so much to gain by joining the U.S. No more renting a P.O. box stateside to ship your Target orders and schlepping over the 49th parallel, trying to sort out which lane to take at the border. Also, Trader Joes everywhere!

Seriously, does anybody still need convincing at this point?

Not that it’s a done deal, but I’m starting to get excited. The benefits, some of which are listed here, are many. But one stands out above them all: a world in which Canada isn’t endlessly obsessed with defining its own identity, simultaneously craving attention from south of the border and constantly expressing a weariness about being absorbed by the global hegemon that just happens to be our neighbour. Sorry, let me get the spelling right. That would be neighbor. 

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