Every dinner table feels the same. Every coffee shop, every family gathering, every night out with friends. The conversation inevitably circles back to one thing—and one thing only: Trump.
Not Canadian politics. Not our collapsing healthcare system. Not our staggering cost of living. Just Trump. America bad. Trump worse. And then it repeats like a broken record.
Meanwhile, when I talk to American friends, they look at me like I’m insane. They don’t sit around trashing Canada at their barbecues. They don’t obsess over our prime minister’s every word. In fact, most admit they hardly think about us at all.
And that’s the disturbing part.
Canada has slipped into a hate-fueled trance—fixated on America’s chaos as if it’s our national pastime. Every headline, every TV panel, every social media rant bleeds with this toxic obsession. It’s no longer political commentary. It’s become an identity. An addiction.
And addictions destroy.
This constant fixation on Trump doesn’t just expose Canada’s inferiority complex—it feeds it. We’ve traded critical thinking for easy outrage. We’ve stopped looking in the mirror and started living in America’s shadow, burning with a kind of envious hatred that corrodes from the inside out.
The danger? While Canadians foam at the mouth about Trump’s every move, our own country is quietly unraveling. A housing crisis is crushing families. Healthcare waits are stretching into months. Inflation is squeezing the middle class dry. Yet our national conversation never leaves Washington.
The irony is bitter. While Americans barely acknowledge us, Canadians are poisoning themselves on an endless drip of anti-Trump venom. The obsession has become a sickness—and it’s destroying us more effectively than anything happening south of the border.
Maybe the real question isn’t what Trump is doing to America. It’s what Trump is doing to Canada—and why we’re letting him.
