You live next door to a clean-cut, quiet guy. He never plays loud music or throws raucous parties. He doesn't gossip over the fence, just smiles politely and offers you some tomatoes. His lawn is cared-for, his house is neat as a pin and you get the feeling he doesn't always lock his front door. He wears Dockers. You hardly know he's there.
And then one day you discover that he has pot in his basement, spends his weekends at peace marches and that guy you've seen mowing the yard is his spouse.
Allow me to introduce Canada.
This article from a Philly newspaper cracked me up. It makes big generalizations about the US, which always makes me feel a bit nuts - but all in all I thought it was a tongue in cheek interesting comparison of Canada and the US. What do you think?