There is no single metaphor that adequately describes the character of Canada or its people. We aren’t unified, we’re not monocultural, chromal or cytal. We’re people who live north of the Great Lakes or the 49th parallel. We don’t wear sandals after September 15th unless we’re on drugs or vacationing outside the country, we’re not Survivors, Bush-Gardeners, tiles in an Ottawa mosaic or base metals in an American melting pot. Somewhere, deep in our collective and individual souls, we are a people who understand that when you mix big metaphors with politics, you get bullshit, and you get dead people.