Last night, my daughter and I crossed the bridge into Canada from the New York side for Ottawa Bluesfest. Neither one of us has ever gotten arrested or anything, yet the Canadian immigration officers had to delay us, making us miss half of the concert we paid for, with questions like, “Are we related?” Obviously we have the same last name, same address and look exactly alike. Did either of us ever live anywhere else, and on and on. As soon as we came up to the customs booth we were sent over to immigration. I can and will spend my money in a lot of countries other than my “neighbor” Canada. On the way home we watched the border patrol speed through a red light. The privileged elite are collectively hated up here for good reasons.