Canada has not done much
to assure the world it is anything other than a dog in search of a lap. Americans declared independence from England in 1776, but Canadians still haven’t mustered the gumption to cut ties with the mother island 522 years after John Cabot planted the flag on Newfoundland for Henry VII. Not exactly Wagnerian heroism pouring out of the north country.
It will therefore be no small surprise to learn that the champions of Western civilization—the band of merry misfits who are going to save our skins when the liberal Visigoths go on the warpath after losing another election—are going to be led by a man hailing from none other than the empty attic over the 49th parallel. Yes, you read that right. Most Canadians are walking symptoms of Western suicidalness. But not all. There is at least one Canadian man who is the pride of the West. Our Theseus, it turns out, is going to ride in from the Land that the News Forgot.
Not that the Canadians would claim him. In fact, Gavin McInnes, the man of whom I speak, isn’t welcome anywhere in the Commonwealth. In the fall of 2018, for instance, the government of Australia (which has also notably failed to declare independence from England) announced that McInnes was of such “bad character” that he would not be allowed entry to the marsupial antipodes. Not admitted into Australia? How bad, exactly, does one’s character have to be in order...