Moby Wants To Move To Canada. Canada: "No".

Electronica 'musician' Moby keeps blathering away in a journal on his website, and in typical Streisand style does little else but lament the election and bash George W. Bush. He'd like to secede to Canada, and bring most of the Northeastern USA with him. I think I'd like to address his wishes on Canada's behalf, if I may.

"Dear Canada,
Now, more than ever, your neighbor to the south (aka-the blue states) needs you. most of us living in the Northern and Western parts of the United States don't feel very connected to the rest of the U.S, so can we bring our states and become part of Canada?"

In a word, "no". I can't speak for every frostback on snowshoes, but your desire to flee to the Great White North reminds me of that little kid in my neighborhood who owned the baseball all us other runts used to play with. If you didn't get to play first base - which was each and every time you asked due to the fact that you were a spineless, scrawny weakling with the athletecism of a bowl of warm potato salad - you'd take the ball and go home. This would leave the rest of the kids stuck searching the field for a suitably sized rock to take the ball's place. Or to knock over a sports store with an Entertech.

"The benefits to you: ...in one fell swoop you can have Southern California and New York City! surfing in Canada! suddenly the U.N. is on Canadian soil! Broadway is suddenly in Canada! you could then say that Canada is the birthplace of jazz and hip-hop!"



Courtesy of The Spectator

I want Robert Redford, Moby and the thousands of other Americans who've thrown their hats into the ring for Canadian citizenship since the election to know that you'll be getting in the cue with everyone else. And you can't bring any of your states with you either - because real citizens have fought for hundreds of years to keep every last inch of them free. It's completely illegal and utterly impossible for Bush to run again. If you revile him so very much, buckle down and do something positive to get your party back in power. Stay where you are, in the amazing country in which you were lucky enough to be born, and stop acting like a 2-year-old with a heat-stick in his diaper. So you know - Canada is the most nationalistic country on the planet, and we're most certainly not accepting phony, fairweather pseudo-patriots at this point in time. I'm sure you'll be more than welcome in North Korea.

"Accepting this offer will give you more good karma than you'd know what to do with (because you would instantly make 120 million people VERY happy). So you get warm beaches, tons of cash, and good karma."

Please don't talk to me about karma, Moby. You're probably the only visiting performer in history to get your ass kicked in front of the Paradise. People CAME TO YOUR SHOW just to kick your ass. Now - if I needed advice on how to get my head to resemble that of a Gashlycrumb Tiny or how to score a commercial for Audi, Reebok, American Express, Motorola or the Gap - Moby would be near the top of my list of people to call. Keep rebelling against all things corporate, my bald anti-establishment brother.

"Please let us know if you accept the offer. Given our enthusiasm to join Canada it's safe to say that the details of the offer could probably be worked out in an afternoon."

Canada? Are you listening? Do you mind if I jump in real quick and handle this one? I'm already down in Boston, and I'm sure you've got better things to do than talk to this snivelly Powder lookalike. Great! Thanks.

Moby, I'll eternally savor being the one who gets to tell you to "fuck off". Eh?