Oh, Canada

I have a love / hate relationship with Canada.


On the positive side, our neighbours (Canadian spelling) to the north gave us hockey, round bacon for our Egg McMuffins and two of my favourite (Canadian spelling) comedians in Dan Ackroyd and Mike Myers. Offsetting that, the Great White North sent us those pesky geese, winter chill, and the questionable musical talents of Celine Dion and Justin Bieber. One more chorus of "My Heart Must Go On" or "Baby, Baby, Baby" and I will join Leo beneath the frigid waters of the North Atlantic.


There is a new reason to respect those Canucks. To demonstrate the dangers of not having password protection on iPhones, Symantec (which surprisingly offers such a service) dropped ten phones in four US and one Canadian city. The iPhones contained accessible personal data including another phone number for the apparent owner. They also included tracking softwear. All fifty were picked up and used. Seven of the ten iPhones dropped in Ottawa were expeditiously returned to the apparent owner. Meanwhile, thirty of the forty American finders are still trying to crack the code. "Finders, keepers! I'll get into this clown's bank accounts and empty them. It's the American Way."


Canadians, we apologize for that unpleasantness in the War of 1812. If we had known how honest 70% of you are, we would never have invaded. Just take Celine and Justin back and all will be forgiven.