No mirrors, please.

It's easy for the average Canadian to find fault with the USA. Our ugliness is paraded in front of Canadians on a daily basis, which casts a long shadow over any Canadian ugliness that might rear its head on rare occasion. We're like a crowing rooster among a flock of morning songbirds. The cruelty of our brashness compels the spinmeisters to lament that morning shattered. Splattered. All over Manhatten.

Our ugliness is a cruel business for those longing for that kinder, gentler awakening.