I’m not an American! I am a Canadian. I come from a 'nice,' thoroughly unrealistic country.
Canada is not merely a nation. It is a sanctuary of freedom and justice, a haven for the oppressed, an ideal that can light up the world.
In the world of language, or in other words in the world of mind and intellect, words are deeds and actions are thoughts.
Canada is a country whose main exports are hockey players and cold fronts. Our main imports are baseball players and acid rain.
Canada is like an old cow. The West feeds it. Ontario and Quebec milk it. And you can well imagine what it's doing in the Maritimes.
Canada is a place of infinite promise. We like the people, and if one ever had to emigrate, this would be the destination, not the U.S.A.