you will never be a real country  you have no founding myth, no uniting identity, no historical martyrs. no blood has been shed in the name of a sacred canada. as a matter of fact, much blood has been shed to unmake this unholy aberration that you call your hudson bay company land. you are a glorified colonial puppet state, founded on the prerrogative of being america's well-behaved gay little brother.  you have no culture. all your population does is a lamer, sad parody of west coast america. your youth's dream is moving abroad. your healthcare system is taken from britain. even your king lives in another country, aware that a king of canada amounts to being the headmaster of a kindergarten for mentally ill liberals. all appreciation you get is two-faced. behind your backs, your immigrants mock you and call you 'north argentina' and 'gay russia'. even now, you feel this creeping uncertainty crawling on your back. eventually, the embarrassment will be too much. your country will fall apart, and when the indian students of the future study it, it'll be in the discipline of 'american history'. this is the future you chose. there is no going back.
Brazil