I’ve never been much of one for feeling guilty, but I fear I have finally upset the delicate sensibilities of Ms. Champ, whom I honestly hold in nothing but the highest regard. And not just because she’s down with Derek. You see, I’ve kicked the dead comedic horse that is the anti-Canadian joke just a few times too many, and now she’s vented in some sort of final, let’s-get-it-all-out spasm of Canadian jokes. The unfortunate reality, though, is that I have already moved past the litany of obvious jokes about them, and embraced them as brothers and sisters.

I love Canada. Some of my best friends are Canadian.