Let me be the first turncoat, eh!
I am ready and willing, and indeed would be honored if a lowly American such as myself would be selected as the propaganda minister for the U.S. end of the Canadian Campaign for World Domination.
I am already working toward this goal in an unofficial capacity. I only serve Canadian beer at parties. I have spread the joy of Moosehead consumption far and wide. I have erected a shrine to the glorious musical perfection that is Rush. Geddy Lee is my God. And soon he will be everyone else’s.
If selected for service, I will immediately build the Maryland Annex of Possum Lodge, eh. Complete with an indoor hockey rink, so I can ” keep my stick on the ice. ”
Might I suggest an army of Michael McManus and Rick Mercer clones would secure the loyalty of the American women? Perhaps Pamela Anderson clones for the men?
Let me say in closing that for doughnut privledges, a continual loop of Rush songs on state radio, government Moosehead rations, and my hometown streets being overrun with Michael McManus and Rick Mercer clones, I’ll gladly tatoo a Maple leaf on my butt, or do whatever it takes to secure the position, eh.
Note my usage of ” eh ” far exceeds the governmental requirement of every 10 sentences. I’m telling you, I’d be the perfect honorary Canuck. 😀