What Canadian propaganda did to me [View All]

[KurtNYC]

I grew up about 40 miles southeast of Toronto (in western New York). Being so closed to the border, the onslaught of Canadian propaganda was relentless.

There was a blowtorch station broadcasting across Lake Ontario, filling my young mind with the seductive rock of Canadian rockers. The Buffalo Sabres were full of Canadian talent: Gilbert Pearreault, René Robert, and Rick Martin. They made us love hockey and then got crushed by a team with even more Canadian talent -- the 1973 Montreal Canadiens.

Tourism ads tantalized us with images of the world's tallest tower and this high tech hairdo:


And then there was Pierre Trudeau! The charismatic sandal-wearing (in the House of Commons), celebrity dater who sprang to prominence during the Quiet Revolution.

Then came more ads and invitations to visit Canada -- Winter carnivals in Quebec, the Old Spaghetti Factory in Toronto, Expo and all kinds of great food in Montreal!

What did Canadian propaganda do to me? It made me love them. Now, save yourselves! Avert your eyes. Do not look at their health care system or the many inscriptions on the Stanley Cup. They will seduce you!