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𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟  𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐚Nothing reveals the fragile state of an empire quite like a superpower ...
09/07/2026

𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐚

Nothing reveals the fragile state of an empire quite like a superpower spending two straight weeks getting red-faced and screaming insults at the quiet neighbour who shovels the shared walk.

At my age, I’ll admit I am not built for modern conflict. If someone cuts me off in traffic or insults my lawn, my hardwired Canadian reflex is still to mutter an apology for existing, check my blood pressure, and retreat to the garage to reorganize my screwdrivers. We have spent generations pretending we are completely deaf to the noise rattling through the floorboards from downstairs.

Watching Washington’s finest trade their briefing binders for middle-school cafeteria taunts over this latest trade spat has been pure comedy. They didn't just rattle the sabre; they threw the whole rattle out of the crib.

For those keeping score at home, here is the official top ten from Washington’s new Department of Petty Grievances:

1. The Real Estate Pitch

Donald Trump kicked things off by complaining that Canada wants “the benefits of being a state, without being one!!!”

(Relax. We took one look at your medical bills and medical insurance forms decades ago and decided we’d rather freeze.)

2. The Unsolicited Adoption

JD Vance doubled down, casually demoting an entire sovereign nation to the “51st state.”

(Bold talk from a fellow who looks like he’d get hopelessly disoriented in the aisles of a Canadian Tire.)

3. The Maritime Slander

Treasury Secretary Scott Bessent took aim at our fleet, comparing Canada’s navy to a “now closed ride at the West Edmonton Mall.”

(Listen, Scott: that mall submarine had functional air conditioning and was five minutes from a cinnamon bun counter. Don’t flatter your aircraft carriers.)

4. The History Blindspot

Transport Secretary Sean Duffy dismissed our defence entirely, calling Canada “a country that doesn't have a military.”

(Somebody buy this man a history book. Half the rules in the Geneva Convention exist because of what Canadian farm boys did in the trenches when politely provoked.)

5. The Tactical Panic

Secretary of War Pete Hegseth posted a photo of two female cadets from British Columbia with the breathless warning, “this is real.”

(Two teenagers in uniforms having a conversation, and the Pentagon is trembling in its combat boots.)

6. The Mapmaker’s Fever Dream

Trump declared he was renaming Lake Ontario to “Lake America,” insisting the change was “complete, ratified, and binding.”

(Enjoy your new lake. Don’t forget who controls the water flowing into your taps from upstream.)

7. The Carney Doom Clock

Trump warned Mark Carney that our economy will face a collapse “Worse than anything that has ever happened to a Canadian Politician. Just watch!”

(Clearly, the man has never sat through a Canadian minority government budget debate on CPAC on a rainy Tuesday.)

8. The Schoolyard Math

Scott Bessent reminded us we can’t go “tit for tat” against an economy “13 times larger.”

(We know the math, Scott. A blackfly is a fraction of a moose’s size, too, but try enjoying an afternoon in the bush when one gets under your hat.)

9. The Etiquette Crisis

Trump summed up our national character by calling us “nasty.”

(Coming from the world capital of reality television tantrums, we’ll take that as high praise.)

10. The Sympathy Card

Trade Representative Jamieson Greer cautioned that the collapse in talks leaves Canada “more vulnerable.”

(We survive six months of winter in the dark and wait four hours at the walk-in clinic just to get an ear checked. We are not losing sleep over imported canned cheese.)

When a neighbour starts hollering at your fence about how small your dog is and how big his truck is, you don’t shout back. You just turn the porch light off, pour another cup of tea, and let him tire himself out in the driveway.

Dinner Requires FinancingSatirical Disclaimer: This is satire. Please consult your financial advisor before ordering des...
08/29/2026

Dinner Requires Financing

Satirical Disclaimer: This is satire. Please consult your financial advisor before ordering dessert.

I went grocery shopping yesterday. I wasn't buying anything extravagant. No caviar. No imported truffles. No gold-plated asparagus. Just dinner.
Some meat. A few vegetables. Bread. Milk. A couple of things we apparently need in order to remain legally classified as human beings.

I got to the checkout and watched the total climb.
$20.
$40.
$60.
At $80, I started looking around for a financial advisor.
By $100, I was wondering whether the cashier could split the purchase into 24 monthly payments.

“Would you like to apply for our Grocery Platinum Card?”

“No thanks. What's the interest rate on broccoli?”

I remember when you went grocery shopping with $50 and came home with enough food to make dinner, lunch tomorrow and something you could put in the freezer for the weekend.

Now $50 gets you a bag of lettuce, three chicken breasts and the uncomfortable feeling that you've been financially mugged by a tomato, and don't even get me started on cheese.

Cheese used to be food. Now it's an investment vehicle.
You don't buy a block of cheddar anymore. You acquire it. You protect it. You put it in the refrigerator and occasionally check its value.

“Sorry, kids. We can't eat the cheese. It's appreciating.”

The really impressive thing is that nobody seems surprised anymore. We just push the cart around the store, looking at the prices and quietly muttering things like, “Well, I guess we'll have pasta.”

Apparently, pasta has become the new retirement plan.

Old Guy Wisdom for the week: When dinner requires a budget meeting, grocery shopping isn't shopping anymore. It's portfolio management.

Tonight we're having Kraft Dinner.
We're just hoping the box qualifies for financing.

The Day the Visa Fraud Department Called GodThe global economy is currently being sustained by underpaid telemarketers t...
05/21/2026

The Day the Visa Fraud Department Called God

The global economy is currently being sustained by underpaid telemarketers terrified that they might accidentally scam the Almighty.

I know this because "Karen" from the Visa Security Center called me at 9:15 this morning. Karen had a booming, unmistakable East Indian accent, a script that claimed my bank account was being liquidated by a phantom Amazon purchase, and the misfortune of dialling a guy who has run completely out of patience for people who prey on the elderly.

I’ve reached the age where I don't just hang up anymore. If you're going to interrupt my morning coffee to try and steal my pension, you’re going to have to work for it.

So, I let her finish her pitch. And then I went to work.

"Karen," I said, dropping my voice into the deepest, most authoritative register I could muster. "I am so glad you finally called. You haven't actually reached a customer. You’ve been rerouted. This is God."

There was a long, static-filled pause on the other end of the line. I could hear the faint hum of a hundred other "Karens" in the background, all trying to rob someone’s grandmother in Ohio, but my Karen had gone completely rigid.

"I’ve been monitoring your file," I continued, letting the quiet weight of eternity settle over the line. "And frankly, I’m deeply concerned about your mortal soul. This path you’re on—lying to seniors, draining the savings of vulnerable people who don't know any better—it doesn't end well for you. We need to talk about where you're going when this shift over."

I didn’t yell. I didn’t swear. I just offered her a very direct, very personalized preview of damnation.

Click.

She hung up. No defensive argument, no automated customer service pivot. Just the sudden, desperate panic of a scammer realizing that eternity might actually be listening to the line.

Look, we all have to make a living. I’ve worked jobs I hated, and I’ve swallowed my pride to put food on the table. But there is a line between surviving and predatory rot. If you're spending your days trying to trick grandmas out of their grocery money, you aren't just working a bad job; you’re actively bankrupting your own humanity.

I don't know if Karen went back to her script after that, or if she took an early lunch to rethink her life choices. But I like to think that somewhere in a crowded call center halfway across the world, there’s a woman looking very nervously at her phone, wondering if the next beep is just a guy from Peoria, or the Creator of the Universe checking in on her metrics.

03/14/2026

One unexpected gift of getting older is realizing you don’t have to impress anyone anymore.

The pressure to prove yourself slowly fades, and something better takes its place… the freedom to just be yourself.

In this episode of Old Guy Wisdom, a reflection on how letting go of other people’s approval can be one of the most freeing parts of growing older.

Anger Management vs. Stupid Management You know, I’ve spent years—decades even—trying to “manage my anger.” Breathing ex...
03/13/2026

Anger Management vs. Stupid Management

You know, I’ve spent years—decades even—trying to “manage my anger.” Breathing exercises, counting to ten, imagining a peaceful meadow where nobody talks to me. The whole wellness routine.

But today it hit me like a shopping cart to the ankles:
I’ve been managing the wrong thing.

It’s not my anger that needs managing.
It’s the stupidity of the people who cause the anger in the first place.

All this time I’ve been trying to stay calm while folks do things like:

Stop in the middle of a doorway to have a full‑length conversation about absolutely nothing

Drive like they’re being paid by the brake pedal

Ask questions that Google could answer faster than I can roll my eyes

Offer advice they clearly don’t follow themselves

And my personal favourite: “I didn’t think it would matter.”
(It always matters. Always.)

So from now on, I’m switching programs.
No more Anger Management.
I’m enrolling in Stupid Management.

It’s simple:

If you’re about to say something stupid, I’ll give you one warning look.

If you continue, I’ll redirect you like a malfunctioning Roomba.

If you insist on being proudly, aggressively stupid…
Well, that’s when I practice my deep breathing.
Not for me—
for your safety.

Honestly, I feel liberated.
Turns out I’m not an angry old guy.
I’m just a man surrounded by people who make anger the only reasonable response.

I have a question.Who invented kissing?Seriously. At some point in human history, two people looked at each other and th...
03/08/2026

I have a question.

Who invented kissing?

Seriously. At some point in human history, two people looked at each other and thought, “You know what would really show affection? Pressing our food holes together.”

And the other person said, “Yes. That seems reasonable.”

And just like that, a global tradition was born.

Think about it for a second.

Out of all the possible ways humans could have shown affection, we settled on the one that involves smashing faces together and swapping microscopic organisms like Pokémon cards.

You meet someone you like.
Your brain says, “This person seems wonderful.”
Your immune system says, “Absolutely not.”

But love overrules biology.

Dogs sniff each other.
Birds sing songs.
Humans go straight to lip-to-lip microbial exchange and call it romance.

And the strange part is that it works.

You can shake someone’s hand for ten years and feel nothing.
But kiss the right person once, and suddenly your brain releases chemicals like it just won the lottery.

Which means somewhere deep in human evolution a committee decided:

“Let’s reward face collision with happiness.”

Old Guy Wisdom for the week:

Human beings are incredibly complicated creatures.

We invented agriculture, airplanes, and the internet.

And then we celebrate romance by gently headbutting each other’s mouths.

Nature is a mysterious designer.

But you have to admit…

It’s a pretty good system.

Satirical Disclaimer:
This is satire. No romance was scientifically harmed in the making of this observation.

Unlimited Stupidity DetectedSatirical Disclaimer:This is satire. If you recognize yourself in the examples below, please...
03/07/2026

Unlimited Stupidity Detected

Satirical Disclaimer:
This is satire. If you recognize yourself in the examples below, please remain calm and do not attempt to argue with the mirror.

BREAKING: Scientists have confirmed that humans possess an unlimited capacity for stupidity.

The study was unnecessary, of course. We have been running field trials all year.

At first, researchers assumed stupidity had limits. Perhaps a ceiling. Maybe a natural boundary where people would pause and say, “Wait… this might be dumb.”

But no.

Human stupidity appears to function like the universe. It expands constantly, and nobody is entirely sure what is driving it.

Every time you think we have reached peak stupidity, someone invents a brand new way to surprise us.

Just when you believe the bar cannot go any lower, someone digs a basement and installs WiFi.

You would think evolution would have helped with this. We developed language, tools, agriculture, satellites, artificial intelligence…

…and we still argue with strangers on the internet about things we could learn in six seconds.

It is actually impressive when you think about it.

We have supercomputers in our pockets, and we mostly use them to prove to each other that we have absolutely no intention of using them.

Old Guy Wisdom for the week:

Human intelligence built airplanes, vaccines, and space telescopes.

Human stupidity reads the instructions and says, “Yeah… but what if I just ignored all that?”

Nobody Rolls Up Their Sleeves AnymoreSatirical Disclaimer:This is satire. If you feel personally attacked, please take a...
02/27/2026

Nobody Rolls Up Their Sleeves Anymore

Satirical Disclaimer:
This is satire. If you feel personally attacked, please take a short nap and try not to resign from it halfway through.

You know what the real problem is?

Nobody rolls their sleeves up anymore.

We used to roll up our sleeves to work. Now people roll up their sleeves to take a selfie about how exhausting it sounds.

I swear, you could assign some folks the job of sleeping, and they would wake up tired, call a meeting about it, and then quit by noon.

“Honestly, the expectations were unclear.”
“Was I supposed to dream proactively?”
“I just didn’t feel supported by the pillow.”

Back in the day, if something needed doing, you did it. You didn’t form a task force to explore your feelings about it while requesting flexible nap hours and a wellness stipend.

We have reached a point where the phrase “hard work” triggers a search for an ergonomic chair.

I am not saying everyone is lazy.

I am just saying if effort were a gym membership, half the country would sign up in the morning and cancel before lunch because the treadmill lacked emotional validation.

If you can quit sleeping, you can quit anything.

Judging by some of the emails I get, a few people are dangerously close to resigning from breathing due to performance anxiety.

Roll your sleeves up.

Or at least pretend you know where they are.

Adulting ≠ MaturityBREAKING: New research shows being an adult does not automatically make you mature.I know, shocking.Y...
02/26/2026

Adulting ≠ Maturity

BREAKING: New research shows being an adult does not automatically make you mature.

I know, shocking.

You can pay bills, file taxes, and assemble IKEA furniture without crying… and still behave like a raccoon who just discovered coffee.

Being an adult means you have responsibilities.
Being mature means you handle them without turning your friends, family, or coworkers into emotional hostage negotiators.

Examples spotted in the wild:

A guy who owns a house but leaves dirty socks under the couch for three weeks.

A person who can drive a car but loses arguments with their GPS, as if it personally insulted them.

A human capable of cooking a full meal but still manages to start passive-aggressive family feuds over the placement of the salt shaker.

Old Guy Wisdom for the week:
If you can balance a chequebook but can’t balance your reactions, congratulations, you’re an adult. But don’t confuse that with maturity.

The ultimate lesson: maturity is not automatic, it’s earned… usually after decades of realizing your own mistakes and figuring out how to apologize without adding “but…” at the end.

Satirical Disclaimer:
This is satire. No adults were harmed, though some egos may have been lightly bruised.

This is satire. If your blood pressure rises while reading it, please hydrate before commenting.If there is one thing th...
02/25/2026

This is satire. If your blood pressure rises while reading it, please hydrate before commenting.

If there is one thing the presidency of Donald Trump has proven, it is this:

Apparently, the job requirements for President of the United States are more “suggestions” than qualifications.

For decades, we were told you needed experience.
Gravitas.
Temperament.
A working relationship with reality.

Turns out, the only hard requirement is a pulse and a microphone.

It is oddly inspiring.

Children across America can now say, “When I grow up, I too can ignore briefings, insult allies, dominate headlines, and still be considered leadership material.”

That is diversity.

We have officially diversified the qualifications.

Mental instability? Not disqualifying.
Criminal indictments? Apparently extracurricular.
Vocabulary depth of a cereal box? Manageable.

On the one hand, it is heartwarming. The American dream is alive. Anyone can do it.

On the other hand, I am not entirely sure the Founding Fathers meant “anyone” in quite that way.

Old Guy Wisdom for the week:

When the highest office in the land becomes proof that the bar is flexible, you have to decide whether you are witnessing progress… or limbo.

And the music keeps getting lower.

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