And don’t forget those “American-style” fast-food chicken sandwiches. (No, really.)

Having invented a grand total of basically nothing since insulin, Canadians still boast about the weirdest things, like mechanical appendages (robot arms and artificial legs) and singer-songwriters with irritating voices.

All that being said, in the decade since Pat Buchanan dubbed us “Soviet Canuckistan,” my country’s culture has shifted and settled, mostly thanks to that great leavener and leveler: online technology.

The result is, alas, anthropologically anticlimactic: Having easy access to the Daily Kos and Michael Moore’s every peep and fart, our liberal elite is even less distinguishable from America’s than before, except ours openly hates the United States, while yours tries (poorly) to hide it.

Hell, even most Canadian “conservatives” are really only low-tax lefties who believe in “diversity” and gay “marriage.” But they hate political correctness, admire America, and love the armed forces, so our liberals call them names. Even “right-wing” students dream about getting a government or Conservative Party job-for-life instead of starting their own business. (Which is weird because Canada has less red tape and lower business taxes than you do, plus a more stable economy on account of our banks not giving mortgages to welfare bums.)

However, except for not realizing that our most famous “Rush” is a rock band—any “red state” American would feel pretty comfortable (if a bit fatter) in Calgary, Saskatchewan, and northern Ontario.

My husband and I spent last Monday afternoon firing .44 Magnums at a gun range an hour outside of Toronto with a one-time New York State Communist Party member. And I am not writing this from jail.

You realize how much even Hogtown has changed when you show up at a local event starring Geert Wilders or Mark Steyn, dreading the prospect of an almost-empty house ringed with protesters, and find yourself squished into a cheering, SRO, heckler-free crowd.

A few Fridays back, I similarly braced myself and went to see politically incorrect comedian Adam Carolla (author of In Fifty Years We’ll All Be Chicks) perform a routine that could easily get him charged under Section 13 of our “hate-speech” laws.

In fact, the place was jammed with rabid fans. As he launched into one of his trademark rants, Carolla paused and asked from the stage:

“Hang on. You guys got…MEXICANS up here, or…?”

Actually? Not a whole lot. Yet. I really wish we had a First (and Second) Amendment—not to mention just one goddamn Target—but deciding to pick our own crops worked out really well for us. So you guys can keep George Lopez. We’re good.