If the corpse and the baby maker are proffered the White House this November , as it looks likely to happen since the hot grandma to be hit the ticket, I am considering defecting to Canada. I know, I know, I already live in Mexico and threatening to move to Canada is one those those SWPL cliches but splitting my time between these ever more reasonable two countries may be more feasible than reentry into the hostile meat in the North America sandwich. Plus if you have been keeping up you know I need a break from the heat.
The United States may become merely a nice place to visit in between the extreme climes and moderate attitudes of her oft-maligned neighbors. The easy goin’ livin in fair Mexico and lay-say-fare of vast Canadia is just so appealing. The spacious skies and amber waves of grain may not be bosomy enough to lure me back to a country that outlaws abortion and constantly mongers war. When education is slandered as elitism and criticism of the status quo is no longer considered a birthright based on our Constitution it may not be a land I love any longer.