You can take the man out of Scarborough, but you can’t take Scarborough out of the man. Mike Myers, Canada’s unofficial ambassador of mischief, sent a not-so-subtle message southward, elbows up, chin slightly raised—a gesture as Canadian as a Timbits-fueled road trip through the Muskokas.
It wasn’t a shrug, it wasn’t a wave—it was the classic “elbows up” move, a physical semaphore of defiance, typically seen in beer-league hockey dust-ups and post-goal celebrations. But this time, it was aimed at a different kind of opponent: Donald J. Trump. With tariffs set to hit on Tuesday, Myers seemed to be reminding the former president and would-be kingmaker that Canada doesn’t just take a hit—we skate through it, drop the gloves if needed, and still have time for a double-double afterward.
The message? Don’t mess with us.
This is classic Canadian resistance—not through bluster, but through a knowing smirk and a gesture that speaks volumes to those in the know. We’re polite, sure, but we also know when to stand our ground. Trade wars? We’ve weathered worse. Trump’s tariffs? A blip in the grand narrative of cross-border wrangling.
Myers, a master of comedic timing, delivered the signal like a good old-fashioned Saturday night game at Maple Leaf Gardens. A wink to the homeland, a jab to the gut of economic aggression. And just like that, a gesture became a rallying cry.
Elbows up, America. We’re ready.
Gotta love Mike Meyers' cheekiness, including the t-shirt that said Canada is not for sale. Thanks for acknowledging the resilience of a spunky nation.
Damn proud to be Canadian.