When you’re at war, you usually find out pretty quickly who’s-who and what’s-what.  It’s in moments of high import, or a crisis, where you find out a lot about the people in your life, whether they be family or your circle of friends and associates.  Your colleagues at work fall into this as well.

We’re at war with the United States.

Economically, yes, but just like any shooting war, they aim to cause us harm, are doing it intentionally, and have as their end-goal the weakening of our own country to the point where we desperately request to be officially absorbed by them, or annexed if you will.

Whether it be done with bullets and missiles or tariffs and dollars matters little.

They have intentionally set out to cause us existential harm.  That, to my mind, meet the criteria for a declaration of war.

Never mind their nonsense involving hordes of undocumented immigrants pouring over the Canadian border into the United States.  And ignore their stated intention to stop the dangerous flow of fentanyl across that same border, a peril of epic proportions, what with 43 pounds of the stuff having crossed in the past year, about one one-thousandth of the amount sneaking into America through Mexico.

This is the casus belli of the American attack, their justification for being the jerks that they’ve become.  But it really has nothing to do with any of that, since the real problem at the Canadian border has to do with hard drugs and guns that flood across in the opposite direction, as in into Canada from the U.S.

It appears that, when it comes right down to it, they’re the problem at the border, but that doesn’t sell at home, so they blame us for their own failings and use it as a pretext to come after us and our country.