22 July 2026

Gordie Howe Bridge OR Don't Pi$$ Off Canadians!

 We finally figured out — after eighteen months of letters posted to Truth Social at midnight, blown deadlines, “suspended” talks that un-suspend themselves 72 hours later, and a trade agreement Trump personally negotiated, personally bragged about, and personally let die — that there is no deal to get. You cannot negotiate with a man who treats every signed agreement as the opening bid for the next shakedown. Carney knows it. The premiers know it. And this week, the entire country started acting like it.





On Tuesday, the Government of Canada looked at the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the Gordie Howe International Bridge — the joint Canada-US celebration scheduled for this Friday — and said, in the most restrained diplomatic language possible:


“In light of trade action threatened by the United States earlier this week, it would be inappropriate to proceed with a celebratory event between the two countries.”

That’s the statement from Infrastructure Minister Gregor Robertson’s office. “Inappropriate.”

Translation from Ottawa-speak into human:
Photo ops with a**holes and fascists who just finished taking the bridge hostage for their rapist, pedophile President, is a s*** look.
Good call.




Canada didn’t just cancel a photo op. Canada disinvited the United States government from the opening of a $6.4 billion piece of infrastructure that Canada built, Canada financed, and Canada will spend decades paying off. Friday’s celebration is now Canadians only.
This Story Is So Much Dirtier Than “Trade Tensions.”

The media keeps framing this as a casualty of a “trade dispute,” like two countries had a tiff over dairy quotas. No. You need the whole timeline, because this is one of the most nakedly corrupt sequences of events you will ever watch play out in broad daylight.

The setup: Back in 2012, Canada agreed to pay the entire cost of the Gordie Howe Bridge — every dollar of what became a $6.4 billion project — because the Michigan legislature refused to chip in a dime. Canada fronted it all, on the deal that Canada collects the tolls until the bridge is paid off. Fair. Simple. Signed.

The villain: The Moroun family — the billionaires who own the aging Ambassador Bridge next door and have milked that private toll monopoly since 1979 — spent years and millions lobbying to kill the Gordie Howe project, because competition is bad for the family business.




The bribe— sorry, the donation: Matthew Moroun cut a US$1 million cheque to MAGA Inc., the Trump-aligned super PAC. Shortly after, he got a sit-down with Commerce Secretary Howard Lutnick.

The shakedown: In February, Trump erupted on social media and threatened to block the bridge from opening — a finished, completed, Canadian-funded bridge — until the U.S. was “fully compensated,” demanding Canada hand over “at least one half” of the asset.

Read that again. He threatened to physically prevent the opening of a bridge another country paid for unless that country gave his government half of it. That’s not trade policy. That’s a protection racket with a flag on it.

The hostage crisis: The June 12 ribbon-cutting? Invitations out, logistics done — abruptly killed after Lutnick intervened. The Globe and Mail reported, citing a U.S. industry source, that Lutnick and Ambassador Pete Hoekstra slammed the brakes because they wanted to first negotiate a deal to help the Morouns “mitigate their losses” from having to compete with a public bridge.

The Commerce Department of the United States of America held up an international border crossing to protect the toll revenue of a Republican mega-donor. That’s the story. That’s always been the story.

The ransom: Earlier this month, Canada agreed to a side deal: the U.S. gets 50% of the bridge’s net toll profits, and Canada now needs American approval to raise tolls more than 10% — or to lower them below a “regional average.” That last clause is doing a lot of work, folks. Who benefits when the new public bridge legally can’t undercut the old private one on price? Take one guess. Rhymes with Schmoroun.

Trump celebrated by posting that he’d cut a “MUCH BETTER DEAL for America” and would be “allowing” the bridge to open. Allowing. A bridge he didn’t pay for. Magnanimous king.

The knife twist: And then — days after Canada swallowed all of that to get the bridge open — Trump signed an order Monday slapping 50% tariffs on a huge range of Canadian goods. Wine. Dairy. Cement. Furniture. Hockey sticks. He tariffed hockey sticks. Under Section 338 of the Tariff Act of 1930, a Depression-era law dug out of the basement, hitting even goods that are fully compliant with the trade deal he negotiated and signed.




Canada paid the ransom, and he burned the house down anyway.
So Yeah. Canada Cancelled The Party.

What exactly was Friday supposed to look like? Gregor Robertson and Canadian officials standing on a Canadian-funded bridge, shaking hands with representatives of an administration that:

Took that same bridge hostage for a donor,


Extorted half the profits out of it, and


Declared economic war on us seventy-two hours before the ceremony?

The people I’ve talked to are saying the quiet part out loud: photo ops with the crew that just finished holding our bridge hostage is a s*** look, and Canada is done pretending otherwise. This is a red line. There will be no smiling. There will be no handshakes. And multiple people tell me Ottawa is preparing a response to the tariffs — soon. 

Even the premiers are past the point of diplomacy. Doug Ford: if these tariffs proceed, Canada should go “tariff for tariff, dollar for dollar.” BC’s David Eby, on whether U.S. booze is coming back to provincial shelves: “There is not a chance in hell.” Eight provinces have American alcohol banned right now, and Trump’s own trade office cited that ban as a grievance. Imagine being mad that the country you keep sucker-punching stopped buying your beer.



And Trump’s response to all of this? Tuesday in the Oval Office: “They need us to survive. Without us, there’s no way they can survive.”

This Is Bigger Than A Ribbon

Here’s the part that matters.

The Gordie Howe Bridge was supposed to be the symbol. Named after a Saskatchewan kid who became Mr. Hockey in Detroit. A monument to the idea that this border is a handshake, not a wall. That was the whole point of the thing.

Instead, it’s become the perfect monument to what the relationship actually is in 2026: Canada builds, Canada pays, Canada delivers — and a White House run like a family business treats it as leverage to be sold to the highest donor.

Cancelling Friday’s ceremony isn’t petty. It’s the first honest thing to happen in this entire saga. For a year and a half Canada has absorbed tariff threats, “51st state” garbage, and a literal bridge hostage crisis while responding with briefing notes and “constructive dialogue.” Carney says he and Trump agreed to “intensify” negotiations. Fine — negotiate. But the days of providing the smiling backdrop for the guy holding the crowbar are over, and every Canadian watching knows it.

Monday, the bridge opens. Trucks will roll, commuters will cross, and $2.3 billion in savings will flow to truckers over the next thirty years — because the bridge was always a good idea, built by serious people, in spite of everything.

But Friday belongs to Canada. The workers who built it, the families in Windsor who watched it rise over the Detroit River for eight years, the country that wrote the cheque.

They took the bridge hostage. We took back the party. Maybe it’s a petty look, but it’s also a resounding GFY with the sequel to follow.

Wait for it.

While Trump was signing his proclamations, all thirteen premiers were in P.E.I. for the Council of the Federation. Within hours, Carney had them on an emergency call. And what came out of Charlottetown is the tell everyone’s sleeping on.

Complete. National. Unity.

Doug Ford: “If these tariffs proceed, Canada should respond tariff for tariff, dollar for dollar.” Same Ford who mused this week that Canada could “dismantle the U.S. if we wanted to” — and who already proved he’ll pull the trigger, because he’s the guy who surcharged the electricity feeding 1.5 million American homes in March 2025.

David Eby (Premier B.C.), asked about U.S. booze returning to B.C. shelves: “There is not a chance in hell.” And then the line that should be carved into the Peace Arch: “The one way to embolden a bully is to capitulate. And I don’t think we should embolden Mr. Trump, who clearly is a bully.”

Wab Kinew — who signed his cheeky “executive order” stripping U.S. liquor out of Manitoba back in round one and warned that Canada “can’t be a punching bag” — hasn’t moved an inch.

He also is openly mocking the S*** out of rump on social media with his “No CUSMA, no BOOZMA” campaign".

Susan Holt, who told us months ago Canada was ready to hit the U.S. “where it hurts,” was in Charlottetown selling the other half of the strategy: “Canadians can get the benefits of these products, strengthening internal trade — being our own best customer at a time when it really matters.”

Tim Houston and Ford, in stereo: Trump’s new duties make tearing down Canada’s internal trade walls more urgent than ever.

And here’s the one that should make the White House sweat: even Danielle Smith — who has spent this entire war refusing to weaponize Alberta energy, the premier Washington was counting on to crack the country in half — walked out of the meeting with Carney backing the play. “We all want to see an intensity ramp up.”

Thirteen provinces and territories. Zero defectors. Trump’s entire Canada strategy since 2025 has been divide-and-conquer — flatter Alberta, squeeze Ontario, wait for the federation to eat itself. Eighteen months in, the federation has never been more welded together. He built the unity himself. Congratulations, big guy.

And they didn’t just talk. Nine premiers signed a deal — effective now — blowing up the interprovincial barriers on alcohol. Direct-to-consumer, coast to coast. A Nova Scotia distiller can ship straight to your door in Winnipeg. A B.C. winery sells into Ontario without the LCBO playing tollbooth. Follow the chess here: Trump tariffs Canadian booze at 50% to punish us for banning his. Canada responds by handing those exact producers a bigger domestic market than they had last week. He swings at our wine industry; we buy the wine ourselves. We’re controlling what we can control — and quietly renovating the entire Canadian economy while he rage-posts.

Look at Monday’s tariff list. Not what’s on it. What’s off it.

Oil and gas. Potash. Critical minerals.

The man who tariffed hockey sticks and honey — who threatened to bill us for smoke — tiptoed around the three things his economy cannot live without. That exemption list is not mercy. It’s a confession. It’s Trump telling you, in writing, exactly where Canada’s kill switch is. He didn’t spare our energy out of kindness. He spared it because he knows what happens if we ever tax it on the way out the door


And Canada has had that file open for a long time. Ottawa was actively weighing export taxes on oil, uranium and potash back in late 2024. The natural resources minister at the time openly floated taxing critical mineral exports and said “nothing was off the table.” Nanos polled it for the Globe and CTV: roughly three out of four Canadians support export taxes on energy and potash if the U.S. keeps this up — including majorities in the Prairies. The legal homework is done. The polling is done. The public licence is sitting there at 75%. Canadians HATE Trump.


The file isn’t dead. It’s on the table in Ottawa, within arm’s reach, and Carney’s two-word answer to every retaliation question — “all options” — is him resting his hand on it without looking down.

So let’s game out what happens if that hand closes. Because this is where “trade dispute” stops being the right phrase.

Oil. Canada supplies roughly 64% of every barrel of crude America imports — about 1.4 billion barrels a year. Midwest refineries aren’t just supplied by Canadian heavy crude; they’re physically engineered for it. Nearly half their feedstock. You don’t swap that for Texas light sweet — the plumbing literally doesn’t work. An export tax doesn’t cut the flow. It makes American refiners pay Ottawa for every single barrel. The Canadian Centre for Policy Alternatives ran the numbers: 25% on energy exports alone throws off north of $40 billion a year — a war chest that bankrolls every Canadian worker Trump’s tariffs hurt, funded entirely by gas pumps in Chicago, Detroit, Minneapolis and Cleveland. Every extra cent at a Midwest pump becomes a Trump tax with a maple leaf on the receipt, climbing all the way into midterm season.

Potash. Saskatchewan produces about 22 of the world’s 67.5 million tonnes. We are, no exaggeration, the kings of the stuff plants need to grow. Second and third place? Russia and Belarus. So an export tax hands American farmers — the reddest constituency Trump has left — a choice between paying Canada or wiring money to sanctioned regimes for their fertilizer. Corn Belt input costs spike right before harvest, right before midterms. Iowa does the math fast.

Critical minerals. A quarter of America’s uranium. The nickel, zinc, germanium, copper and graphite under their defence industry, their reactors, their entire battery supply chain. China already weaponized rare earths. Tighten the northern tap too and the United States is suddenly begging the two suppliers it spent two years spitting on.

Electricity. Ask Michigan, Minnesota and New York how March 2025 felt. Ford’s surcharge is a proven weapon, holstered, not retired.

And Ford’s dollar-for-dollar? Canada’s run that play before — C$155 billion in counter-tariffs, target lists built with sniper precision: Kentucky bourbon, Florida orange juice, pain mapped district by district onto Republican seats. Matching $20 billion is a warm-up lap. The machine exists and the file is on the table.

“All options.”

Read the Tea Leaves
Here’s the board:

Canada opens a $6.8 billion bridge without him or any US officials, on national television. The premiers — all of them, even Smith — are welded behind Carney. The internal market opens wider every week, booze first, everything else queued behind it. Carney answers every retaliation question with “all options” in the flattest central-banker voice you’ve ever heard, while a pre-polled, pre-studied export tax file sits one arm’s length away. And Republican senators are already publicly squirming about what 50% duties do to prices before midterms.

Morning Reflections

 


31 Days in Canada

 In honour of CANADA DAY  I plan to post a daily image of Canada and a link to a random Canadian location we have visited.

An "inukshuk" (plural: inuksuit) is a traditional stone landmark used by Inuit and other Arctic peoples. Literally translated to mean "in the likeness of a human" or "that which acts in the capacity of a human," these structures were historically built to serve as essential navigational guides, warning markers, and hunting aids across the vast, treeless tundra.


The Northwest Territories were inhabited by Inuit and First Nations peoples.  The Vikings were the first known European explorers who sailed to the Eastern Arctic from Greenland (ca. 1000 CE).

The capital city is Yellowknife which gets more sunshine than any other city in Canada.  The population of the NWT is 44,000 people,  there are 11 official languages and there are 19 known hot springs in the Dehco region.  The Thomsen River in the NWT is the farthest-north navigable river on the planet.  The NWT covers 1.346 million km² and there are 6 National Parks and 5 Regions.




Northwest Territories - random post




21 July 2026

Taylor Farms Cheat Sheet

 July 2026 - Toronto ON




I'm not sure how much applies here in Canada, but I did see Taylor Farms salads in Rabba the other day. Longo's used to carry their bagged salads but pulled them off the shelves last January 2025 once Canadians started boycotting US products.

We don't have Aldi, Kroger, Target, Trader Joe's, Dollar General.

I confirmed with a Walmart employee (family) that Canada does buy Taylor Farm products.

McDonald's (and I assume the other fast food chains) get their lettuce from the States.

Olive Garden just opened in a Toronto mall, I'm not sure why anyone would eat there, it is quantity over quality!!

Canada boasts a unique variety of homegrown fast-food chains, ranging from iconic national staples to regional favorites. Whether you're in the Greater Toronto Area (GTA) or exploring coast-to-coast, these Canadian-born and operated brands dominate the quick-service landscape.

A&W Canada: Operating as a fully independent Canadian entity since 1995, it is the largest Canadian-owned burger chain. Famous for its Root Beer, Teen Burgers, and hormone-free beef, there are over 1,000 locations nationwide.

Harvey's: Known for its "make it a beautiful thing" slogan, this chain serves customizable, flame-grilled burgers where you dictate exactly which toppings you want, much like a sub shop.

Mary Brown's Chicken: A rapidly expanding Newfoundland-born staple, specializing in fresh, hand-cut Canadian potatoes and signature fried chicken.

Pizza Pizza: The dominant Canadian pizza delivery chain, known for its extensive network, hot-line guarantee, and ubiquitous food-court stands.

Booster Juice: Originating in Alberta, this is Canada's go-to spot for fresh-squeezed juices, functional smoothies, and grab-and-go energy bowls. Love them!!

New York Fries: Despite the name, it is a 100% Canadian-owned chain serving fresh-cut, skin-on french fries and loaded poutines.

Mr. Sub: Founded in Toronto in 1968, this is the classic Canadian alternative to American sub chains.



Hockey Sticks

 










He tariffed hockey sticks.

Not oil. Not gas. Not the stuff America actually needs from Canada. Hockey sticks. Wine. Furniture. A 50% tax on 14 pages of goods, aimed at his closest ally, for the crime of fighting back.

And to do it, he dug up a statute from 1930. The Smoot-Hawley era. The law that helped turn a stock market crash into the Great Depression. No president in 96 years would touch it. Not through WW2, not through the Cold War, not once. He grabbed it and swung it at maximum force on the first go.

Meanwhile: American grocery purchases are falling for the first time in living memory, the $300 shop is now $400, and the White House response is a fresh tax on food, building materials and car parts.

Canada's reply came back on Prime Ministerial letterhead. Ice cold. One word in it does more damage than every press conference Washington has held this year.

And buried in all of it: the move Carney already made in Beijing that should have Detroit waking up in a cold sweat at 3am.

Full breakdown, the zombie statute, the Chinese EV pincer, why America is speedrunning Cuba, and what it all means for Australia. New glossary terms at the bottom for our Yank mates.

Righto, strap the fuck in you glorious little wombats, because the Tangerine Tantrum Machine has done something genuinely historic this week, and I don’t mean historic in the good way. I mean historic in the “archaeologists dug up a cursed artefact and immediately started swinging the fucking thing at the neighbours” way.


On Monday, Mar-a-Lardo signed 3 proclamations hitting roughly $20 billion worth of Canadian goods with 50% tariffs. Wine. Cement. Furniture. Clothing. Car parts. And, I shit you not, hockey sticks. The man declared economic war on hockey sticks. That’s not trade policy, that’s a fucking hate crime against an entire national identity. You might as well tariff maple syrup and apologising while you’re at it, you absolute atomic level peanut.


The tariffs kick in on 19 August. Thirty days. Remember that number, because we’ll be coming back to the bastard.


The Zombie Statute

Here’s the bit that should have every lawyer, economist and historian in the room spitting coffee across the fucking table. These tariffs aren’t under the emergency powers he’s been abusing all year. Those are tangled up in court like a cat in Christmas lights. No, this time the Diet Coke Caligula reached deeper into the toolbox and pulled out Section 338 of the Tariff Act of 1930.


Let that year marinate for a second. 1930. The Smoot-Hawley Tariff Act. The single most infamous piece of trade legislation in American history. The law economists near-universally credit with helping turn a stock market crash into the Great fucking Depression. The law that’s taught in every economics course on the planet as the textbook example of how to shit the bed on a global scale.


Section 338 has been sitting in that Act for 96 years and no president, not one, through the Depression, World War 2, the Cold War, the oil shocks, the trade wars with Japan, ever touched the fucking thing. It’s the legislative equivalent of the sealed door in the horror movie basement, and every single president for a century looked at it and went “yeah, nah, fuck that.” Even the administration official briefing reporters admitted it’s never been used for this purpose, which is bureaucrat-speak for “yes, we know this is going straight to court, please stop asking.”


And here’s the kicker. Section 338 lets a president whack a 50% tariff on any country he reckons is “discriminating” against American goods. No Congress. No evidence standard worth a pinch of shit. Just vibes and a Sharpie. The 50% he slapped on Canada is the statutory maximum. He found a rusty hammer from the Depression and swung the prick as hard as the law physically allows on the very first go, because of course he fucking did. Moderation is for people who read. Democratic lawmakers tried to repeal this exact section last year precisely because they saw this shitshow coming. They got ignored. Here we are.


The “Discrimination”

Now, what heinous act of anti-American bastardry did Canada commit to deserve the resurrection of Depression-era economic weaponry?


They fought back. That’s it. That’s the whole fucking crime.


While most of the world rolled over and presented its belly like a nervous labrador, Canada retaliated. Canadian provinces, nearly all of the buggers, pulled American booze off their shelves. Ontario’s liquor board is one of the biggest alcohol buyers on the planet, and Doug Ford turned off the tap like a publican cutting off the town drunk. Canadian purchases of American cars dropped through the fucking floor after the US hit Canadian autos. Canadian consumers started boycotting American products of their own free will, no government memo required, just good old-fashioned spite, and honestly? Respect.


So the White House theory of the case, and I promise I am not making this shit up, is: we tariffed you, you responded, and your response constitutes discrimination against us, therefore more tariffs. That’s not trade policy. That’s the logic of a bloke who king hits you in the pub car park and then presses charges because your face damaged his fist.


The 3 proclamations line up with 3 grievances: cars, alcohol and dairy. The 3 areas where Canadians had the sheer fucking audacity to stop buying American shit after America started the fight. Un-be-fucking-lievable.


Look at What He Didn’t Tariff

Always watch the exemptions, because that’s where the honesty lives. Energy? Exempt. Potash? Exempt. Critical minerals? Exempt. Fish? Exempt.


Energy is the single biggest driver of the US trade deficit with Canada. If this were actually about trade imbalances, oil and gas would be first against the fucking wall. Instead they’re untouchable, because tariffing Canadian crude means American petrol prices spike before the midterms, and the one poll number this administration actually reads is the price at the bloody bowser.


So the stuff America genuinely depends on gets a hall pass, and the punishment lands on wine and hockey sticks. Maximum theatre, carefully rationed pain. It’s a protection racket with a press release stapled to the fucker.


Who Actually Pays For This Shit? (Spoiler: Not Canada)

Don’t take my word for it. Justin Wolfers, economics professor at the University of Michigan and, importantly, a fellow Aussie who somehow keeps his composure on American telly without throwing a fucking boomerang at the camera, went on MSNBC within the hour and calmly took a blowtorch to the whole thing.

“The president has been batting around Canada like a cat who’s just found a mouse.”

That’s Wolfers, and he’s been watching the pattern for years: tore up NAFTA, renegotiated it, came back, tore up his own renegotiation, and now this. The detail that matters most, per Wolfers: the new proclamations come with 14 fucking pages of goods, and they kill the exemption that used to protect anything covered under the existing free trade agreement. That exemption was the only reason most US-Canada trade was still flowing normally. Gone. The whole safety net, yanked.


And here’s the bit every American needs tattooed on the inside of their eyelids: a tariff is not a tax on Canada. It’s a tax on the American standing at the checkout. A 50% tariff on Canadian goods is functionally a 50% sales tax that Americans pay to their own government for the privilege of buying shit from their closest trading partner. Benito Cheeto keeps selling tariffs like he’s invoicing Ottawa. He’s invoicing Cleveland.


The timing makes it properly cruel. US inflation is sitting at 3.5%, and as Wolfers pointed out, that’s the highest rise in the cost of living of any G7 country right now. Highest in the G7. The self-proclaimed greatest economy on Earth is leading the rich world in making its own citizens poorer, and the White House response to that is to whack another tax on groceries, building materials and car parts. As Wolfers put it, for the first time in his lifetime most of America’s economic challenges are coming straight from Washington itself. Not oil shocks. Not foreign wars. Not banking crises. The call is coming from inside the fucking house.


And the Fed can’t fix it, because the Fed doesn’t set tariffs, the White House does. Economists have a clear playbook for this, Wolfers reckons. Washington just won’t run it, because Congress is too busy campaigning for the midterms to stop the bloke actively picking their constituents’ pockets.


Meanwhile, Americans Are Literally Buying Less Food

Want to know what the world’s self-declared greatest economy looks like from inside a shopping trolley? Fresh numbers from Bain and NielsenIQ, via CNBC: grocery purchases went flat through 2025, then started falling about 2% year on year from February 2026. Not one chain. Not one region. The entire fucking sector, shrinking, which analysts will tell you basically never happens. Recessions come and go, wars come and go, and people still buy food, because food is famously not optional. It takes a special kind of economic management to get Americans to ration their groceries, and by God this administration found it.


The big stock-up shop that cost $300 in 2019 now costs $400. Same trolley, same shit, an extra hundred bucks vaporised. 28% of American consumers say they’re actively trying to spend less on food, over half of those are trading down to home brands, and more than 40% are clipping coupons like it’s the 1930s. Which, fittingly, is exactly where their president goes shopping for trade law. Depression-era statutes, Depression-era shopping habits. Say what you want about the bloke, the man commits to a fucking aesthetic.


Even the snack industrial complex is wobbling. PepsiCo, the mob that sells America its Doritos and Gatorade, just reported weakening North American demand and had to crank up promotions because customers got price-sensitive. When Americans start rationing Doritos, that’s not a data point, that’s a constitutional crisis. And the government’s contribution to easing the pressure? Cutting and restricting SNAP benefits across dozens of states, so the poorest shoppers are buying even less. Nothing says “affordability agenda” like shrinking the grocery baskets of people who were already skint, you heartless pricks.


Now hold that picture in your head, empty-er trolleys, coupon apps, home brand everything, and remember what the White House response was this week. A 50% tax on 14 pages of goods from America’s biggest grocery-adjacent trading partner. Food prices grinding families into the pavement, and the big policy swing is to make imported ingredients, packaging and refrigeration equipment half again more expensive out of spite. It’s like watching a bloke whose house is on fire wander out to the shed, find the jerry can, and march back inside with a sense of fucking purpose.


The Timing Is Chef’s Kiss Deranged

The context here is beautiful in the way a multi-car pileup is beautiful. This landed days after Genghis Tan publicly whinged about Canadian bushfire smoke drifting over the border, a complaint he apparently raised with Mark Carney face to face at the World Cup final on Sunday. Imagine being Prime Minister of a G7 nation, standing at the biggest sporting event on Earth, and the President of the United States corners you to bitch about the fucking weather. Then tariffs your hockey sticks the next morning. You couldn’t write this shit. Well, you could, but your editor would send it back marked “too stupid, tone it down.”


It also lands in a genuine legal vacuum. The USMCA, a trade deal the FĂŒhrer of Fox & Friends himself negotiated, signed and spent years calling the greatest agreement in the history of agreements, has expired, and the renegotiation could drag on for a fucking decade. These new tariffs apply even to goods that would have been protected under that deal. His own deal. The one with his signature on it. Shredded by his own tiny hand the moment it became inconvenient. The man treats his own contracts like the rest of us treat gym memberships.


And formal negotiations with Canada? There aren’t any. The administration confirmed it themselves. “Substantive discussions,” they said, which is diplomatic code for two blokes shouting shit through a letterbox.


So What Can Canada Actually Do?

Plenty, as it turns out, and here’s where it gets properly fucking fun, because Canada is not the helpless little brother in this fight. Canada is the quiet bloke at the end of the bar who’s been politely ignoring your shit all night, and everyone but you knows he boxes on weekends.


First, the obvious. Doug Ford, a man who is to radical leftism what a meat pie is to veganism, came out within hours calling for Canada to respond “tariff for tariff, dollar for dollar.” Canada’s done it before and the machinery is still fucking warm, the engine’s practically idling in the driveway. Counter-tariffs on politically sensitive American exports, the stuff made in swing states. Bourbon from Kentucky. Motorcycles from Wisconsin. Soybeans from the Midwest. You don’t aim at the American economy, that’s amateur shit, you aim at the American electoral map, because the electoral map is the only organ this administration has a functioning nerve ending in. Everything else went numb around the second impeachment.


Second, the booze embargo stays and spreads. It’s the perfect weapon: costs Canada bugger all to maintain, guts American producers’ access to one of their biggest export markets, and polls like free beer at a footy final. There are Kentucky distillers right now staring at warehouses full of unsold bourbon, drinking their own fucking inventory out of grief. That’s not a trade dispute anymore, that’s performance art.


Third, the nuclear option nobody says out loud: energy. Canada supplies a massive whack of American oil imports, and the northern US grid drinks Canadian electricity like a uni student at happy hour, on someone else’s card, with no intention of slowing down. Ford flirted with electricity surcharges last year, just flirted, barely a wink across the room, and the White House shat itself with such force they invented an entire national emergency on the spot. Imagine what happens if Canada actually holds hands with the idea. They probably won’t pull that lever, but they don’t need to. The lever just has to sit there on the wall, big and red and unlabelled, making everyone in the fucking room nervous. That’s what leverage means, and it’s a concept that Kim Jong Orange has never grasped from the receiving end.


But the fourth option is the one that should be giving Detroit full-blown 3am night terrors, the wake-up-sweating, check-the-locks, ring-your-therapist kind. Because it’s not a threat. It’s not a contingency plan in a drawer somewhere. It’s already fucking happening.


The Carney Pivot: Send In the Chinese EVs

While Washington was busy tariffing hockey sticks, Mark Carney flew to Beijing in January, shook hands with Xi Jinping, and cut a deal that lets 49,000 Chinese EVs into Canada per year at a 6.1% tariff. Down from 100%. In exchange, China slashed its tariffs on Canadian canola from 85% to 15%. Farmers happy, consumers happy, Washington absolutely fucking livid.


And the quota isn’t static, it climbs to around 70,000 vehicles within 5 years. BYD, Geely and Chery are all preparing to enter the Canadian market right fucking now. BYD is planning about 20 sales locations and has confirmed it’s considering building an actual plant on Canadian soil. And here’s the masterstroke: the deal requires Chinese automakers to form joint ventures with Canadian companies within 3 years. Not just selling cars. Building the bloody things. In Canada. With Canadian workers. Using the supply chains America just told Canada to shove up its arse.


Meanwhile, look south of the American border for the other half of the pincer. Chinese EVs went from 24% of Mexico’s EV market in 2023 to 89% in 2025. BYD alone owns about two thirds of it. So the picture forming is this: America’s two neighbours, its two USMCA partners, the two countries stitched into its auto supply chain for generations, are both being shoved into Beijing’s showroom by American tariff policy. Trump is achieving what 40 years of Chinese industrial strategy couldn’t manage: handing China the North American car market with a fucking bow on it.


And the punchline, the absolute chef’s kiss of this entire shitshow? Caligula with a comb-over stood up in Detroit and said he’d welcome Chinese automakers building factories in America. “Let China come in,” he said. So Chinese EVs are a national security threat when Canada buys them, but a jobs miracle when he announces them. The hypocrisy isn’t even hidden anymore, it’s the whole load-bearing fucking wall.


America Is Speedrunning Cuba

Take 10 steps back and squint at the whole picture, because it’s genuinely starting to look familiar in the worst possible way.


A country that walls itself off from global trade. Whose citizens pay more for less while the leadership calls it strength. Whose auto industry, starved of competition and cosseted behind tariff walls, slowly fossilises while the rest of the world drives straight fucking past. Whose government picks economic winners based on personal loyalty. Whose allies quietly reroute their economies around it like traffic around a wreck.


Sound like anywhere? Havana called, they want their business model back. Give it a decade of this shit and the classic American road trip will feature lovingly maintained 2024 F-150s held together with prayer and zip ties, while Canadians hum past in $30,000 BYDs and Mexicans stream by in Cherys, and some poor bastard at a Michigan dealership explains why the new model costs as much as a fucking house. Cuba at least has the excuse of a 60-year embargo done TO them. America is embargoing itself, on purpose, out of pure spite, and calling it winning. That’s not a trade strategy, that’s self-harm with a flag on it.


Carney’s official statement just dropped, on Prime Ministerial letterhead, and it’s a fucking masterclass in how to answer a tantrum without throwing one.


No shouting. No threats in the first paragraph. Just the receipts, laid out like a barrister who knows he’s already won. The US started this “in direct violation” of CUSMA, the deal the Bronzer Bonaparte signed. And then the line of the whole document:


“Canada, as is its right, has merely matched those measures.”


Merely. One word doing the work of a thousand press conferences. You hit us, we hit back exactly as hard, and we’re legally entitled to, you whinging bastard, is the message, delivered in the tone of a bank manager declining your loan application.


Then the shiv, buried politely in paragraph 6: this trade dispute has raised costs for families, “particularly in the U.S.” Particularly in the US. He just told the American public, over Trump’s head, that their own president is the one picking their pockets. That’s not a statement, that’s a fucking targeted ad.


And the flex: Canada’s signed more than 20 new economic and security partnerships under his government. Translation: while you’ve been tariffing hockey sticks, we’ve been building exits. The Beijing EV deal is just the one that made the news.


Note what’s NOT in there. No immediate counter-tariff announcement. No deadline. Just “any measures necessary,” hanging in the air like a loaded shotgun above the fireplace, and an offer to “intensify” talks in the coming weeks. He’s not blinking and he’s not swinging. He’s letting the 30-day fuse burn on Trump’s side of the table, because Carney knows exactly which one of them historically shits himself first when a countdown gets real. The anti-Belly-Flop doing what he does: staying still while the other bloke flails.


The View From Down Under

And here’s where every Australian reading this should feel a cold trickle down the spine.


Canada is America’s next-door neighbour. Fully integrated economies. A free trade agreement negotiated by Idi Amin of Applebee's himself. NORAD. Five Eyes. A century of shared every-fucking-thing. And none of it, not one shred, protected them the moment they declined to bend the knee.


We’re on the other side of the planet, holding an AUKUS invoice worth hundreds of billions, a fuel reserve that’d last about as long as a long weekend, and a political class that still talks about the American alliance like it’s a legally binding hug. Canada just ran the experiment for us, free of charge. “Trusted ally” status is worth exactly fuck all the moment you become inconvenient. The only variable is whether you find that out before or after you’ve mortgaged your bloody sovereignty on the assumption it’ll never happen to you.


In the end, this bloke will have torched America’s closest friendship over hockey sticks and hurt feelings about bushfire smoke, and shoved both his neighbours into Beijing’s arms while doing it. Hold that thought next time some suit tells you the alliance will keep us safe.


Watch the fuse. 19 August. Carney’s already at the table with his arms folded. We’ll be fucking here.

THE AUSSIE-TO-YANKIE WORD UNTANGLING THINGO

A standing feature for our American readers, who keep emailing to ask what the bloody hell half these words mean. Australia and America are technically similar countries, the way you and Canada are technically similar countries: except Canada is what you’d be with healthcare, humility and a functioning fucking legislature, and we’re what you’d be if you’d started as a prison colony and still somehow ended up less incarcerated than you. Sit with that one. The convicts built a country where the groceries are affordable, the elections just quietly work, and nobody’s resurrected a Depression statute to declare war on sporting goods. Meanwhile the shining city on a hill is rationing Doritos and asking the felon in charge why the trolley costs $400. Our national origin story is “the British sent us their criminals.” Yours is currently “the criminals sent themselves, and you elected one.” Below are today’s terms, decoded for Washington. Use them wisely not sparingly.


Publican. The bloke (or increasingly, thank Christ, the sheila) who owns or runs the pub. Not a Roman tax collector and not a member of your Republican party, though on a bad night the venn diagram of all 3 has some overlap. The publican holds real power: he decides when you have had enough, and a good one exercises it like Doug Ford at the liquor board, calmly, totally, and with the tap already off before you finish arguing.


Skint. Broke. Completely out of money, usually temporarily, usually through no great fault of your own. Softer than “bankrupt,” sadder than “budgeting.” A family that is skint before the SNAP cuts and skinter after them has been failed twice by people who have never once checked a price tag at the checkout.


Trolley. Your shopping cart. Four wheels, one of them possessed by a demon, steered through a supermarket at a 15 degree crab angle. Also a unit of economic measurement: when the same trolley of groceries jumps from $300 to $400 in 7 years, the trolley has become a more honest inflation indicator than anything the White House publishes. “Off his trolley” means insane, which conveniently brings us back to the bloke causing the price rises.


Uni. University. College, roughly, except ours does not cost a house deposit per year and does not require your parents to bribe a rowing coach. A uni student drinks on a budget of approximately nothing, which is why “drinking like a uni student at happy hour” describes the northern US power grid’s relationship with Canadian electricity: enthusiastic, dependent, and in no position to be tariffing the bar.


Weapon, you absolute. A term of abuse or, confusingly, high praise, depending entirely on tone. As abuse: a dangerously stupid person, a menace, someone who should not be left unsupervised near machinery or trade policy. As praise: a legend operating at full capacity. A bloke who tariffs hockey sticks is the first kind. A prime minister who answers him with the single word “merely” is the second.


Whack, a massive. A large amount or share of something. “Canada supplies a massive whack of American oil imports” means a serious, load-bearing proportion, not a rounding error. Also a verb meaning to hit, as in “whack a 50% tariff on it,” which is fitting, because both senses involve something heavy landing on someone who did not think it through.





Tuesday Treasures

 Tom hosts Tuesday's Treasures.

June 2026 - Toronto ON

Taken at Harbourfront.

The "52" refers to The 52: Stories of Women Who Transformed Toronto, a major ongoing historical exhibition created by the Museum of Toronto. It is currently being hosted on-site at the Harbourfront Centre.

Selections fromThe 52 shines a spotlight on women in sports and three women changemakers, rebels and revolutionaries from Toronto’s past and present. Presented at Harbourfront Centre are Angela James, Fanny “Bobbie” Rosenfeld and Phyllis Bomberry, women who have disrupted narratives and expanded on the idea of who could participate, lead and succeed in Canadian athletics.

Their extraordinary impact helped to position sport as a powerful symbol of cultural change, where perseverance, excellence and advocacy reshaped opportunities, influencing how sport is played, remembered and valued today.






I also came across the plaque on The Globe and Mail building in June.




31 Days in Canada

 In honour of CANADA DAY  I plan to post a daily image of Canada and a link to a random Canadian location we have visited.


Andrew posted a dance video that reminded me of Gurdeep Pandher, an internationally renowned, Yukon-based author, educator, and Bhangra dance artist. Originally from the Punjab region of India, he moved to Canada in 2006 and later settled in a wilderness cabin in the Yukon.

YUKON



Pandher became a global social media phenomenon during the COVID-19 pandemic by posting viral videos of himself joyfully performing traditional Punjabi Bhangra dances in the freezing Yukon wilderness.

VIDEO INTERVIEW


Gurdeep Pandher was formally invested with Canada's prestigious Meritorious Service Medal (Civil Division) at Rideau Hall. 
The national honour recognizes his extraordinary contributions to building cross-cultural bridges, fostering diversity, and spreading positivity and joy across the globe through his traditional Punjabi Bhangra dance videos.

After I got Meritorious Service Medal in Ottawa, Rideau Hall staff invited me to do a move or two!











CARCROSS YUKON - random post



Gordie Howe Bridge OR Don't Pi$$ Off Canadians!

 We finally figured out — after eighteen months of letters posted to Truth Social at midnight, blown deadlines, “suspended” talks that un-su...