A few years from now, this post will seem either really silly or prescient. Either way, I’ll leave it up – what’s the point of having a lifelong blog if you slash and burn the parts you no longer like?
Donald Trump got sworn in for the second time just nine days ago, and things are not going well. Looks like the Republicans’ Project 2025 playbook was, in fact, their game plan. They’re currently acting like gremlins in a super-computer: turning random things off and on, just to see what they can get away with. (For example, Medicaid payments got temporarily suspended.)
One of the wilder things, and one that (as far as I know) wasn’t part of their playbook, is Trump’s apparently sincere desire to annex Canada and Greenland. Google has already submitted and showed its belly: Google Maps users within the US see the Gulf of Mexico as “Gulf of America.” For the rest of the world, the original nomenclature remains. Ipso facto, Americans live in a bubble of their own making, with their collective reality separating from that of the rest of the world. That chasm will likely grow wider.
One other thing Trump wants to do is take over the Panama Canal… In political science, there’s the concept of the Overton Window: the acceptable range of public perception that shifts one way or another, and can be manipulated. For example, the first school shooting was a tragedy. Now, despite being just as tragic, they barely make headlines. The Overton Window at work.
Likewise here. If he succeeds at even one of his bizarre annexation schemes, it’ll become that much easier to orchestrate the rest of them: the window will have shifted. Just like Putin, with his limited military campaigns over the past couple of decades: attack Georgia, then gobble up half of Ukraine, then try to take over the other half. (I fear the resistance will end soon.)
And so… As a Russian-American-French-Canadian with three passports, having moved from Russia to the US to Canada (and specifically the French Canada), I just want some peace, y’all… It’s possible the next prodigious 19-year-old will use a hunting rifle instead of an automated rifle. (Seriously, who does that?) It’s just as possible Trump will live on for quite some time. It comes down to a binary choice: will he or will he not attempt to invade Canada? (Because it sure as hell won’t join voluntarily.) If yes, then will he succeed?
The very fact that we must entertain such an insane notion is disturbing. But if that does, in fact, happen… Canada is still part of the British Commonwealth: we have their royalty on our national currency and all that. Just spitballing here, but it’d be interesting to see if – in that worst-case scenario – the UK will allow its Canadian cousins to move in. Probably without any financial assistance, but with a fast-tracked path to citizenship as long as you can pay for your own ticket. Conversely, it’d be funny if France made the same offer to Quebec’s residents – partly due to the shared cultural heritage and the Quebec/France pipeline, and partly just to poke the UK.
As a Canadian citizen and a proud Quebecer, I’ll win in either of those scenarios, eh.
My big Continental Divide Trail thru-hike will start in less than three months, on April 28. This time, less than three months from today, I’ll be deep asleep somewhere in the New Mexico desert… There’s very little cell reception in the wilderness. Even when I do get it, during my five-month thru-hike, I’ll make a deliberate effort not to look at any news – nothing beyond what I’ll spot in newspaper headlines when I visit towns. (That was how I’d learned about Roe v Wade being overturned, back in 2022. Oof. Oof, I say.)
I look forward to that complete information blackout, and it can’t come soon enough… At the current rate of gremlins wrecking things, it’s entirely possible the US will break long-standing diplomatic rules even before I fly out to New Mexico. Likely, even.
A few years from now, this post will seem either really silly or prescient. If you’re reading this in the future (way beyond 2025), then you already know how this ended, you lucky bastard. Before you chuckle, I just want you to try and imagine what it was like to be stuck here, now, at this point in history, at this point in space, just north of an empire gone mad. I really, really don’t want to have to obtain my fourth passport, my fourth citizenship… But there’s a greater-than-zero chance that’ll happen whether I like it or not.
This will be one strange year.
