Around ~2008 I was in a Barcelona hostel and met a guy there. He started speaking and I interrupted him excitedly…“Oh you’re American!!”.
He looked down…the weight of pain curdled the air around us. You could sense deep sorrow welling beneath the surface of this man. He paused for what felt like an eternity to compose himself,
He looked up with a piercing, but harrowing, stare and said “No, I’m Canadian…”
I’ll never forget that moment. That sheer depth of emotion is something I haven’t experienced before or since.
Did I silently murder this poor Canadian soul? How do Canadians cope with the mistaken identity?
Become a devout monarchist. I’m a republican Brit but I lean into monarchy to wind up Americans. Nothing the Yanks hate more than monarchy. “The American mind can’t comprehend” monarchy.
Mount a picture of Charles on the wall then have any visitors bow before it. Any that refuse should be ejected from your home for lack of loyalty to the Canadian crown. 😉
All hail the sacred dickweed.
I’d rather retain the monarchy without an actual monarch (like RL Gondor or something) than have a President.