Dear Margaret Wente,

You say you are in love with Canada; the benefits of public health care; the great city planning, etc. Yet you don't really get it, do you? Even after all these years you don't understand what it really means to be Canadian.

Please stop telling Canada to join the war on drugs; it really makes you look like a hopped up Yankee. For every tale you tell of a poor helpless teenager getting addicted to pot in high school, I can name countless stories of people I know who smoke marijuana and are successful. Entrepreneurs, students, business people, lawyers, doctors, construction workers, the list goes on. Even you yourself identify as a former dope smoker from back in your U of T days:

I majored in English during the early dawn of feminism. It was a glorious time on campus. The professors had traded in their ties for love beads. The most popular ones offered courses where you could grade yourself, and fraternized shamelessly with their students. We smoked dope with them. Sometimes we slept with them, or hoped to.

We've had enough of Americans touting around your foreign policy and trying to impress your values on other cultures around the world. I think they refer to this phenomenon as imperialism in the history textbooks. If you haven't noticed, that's why people hate the American government.

Please go back there. Canada doesn't want to join your little war, okay? Who is lining your pockets to write these articles anyways? Did our Federal Health minister Tony Clement invite you up for dinner in Bracebridge with his new billion dollar budget? By the way, I love that photo that you used from ISTOCK; it really showed the essence of your article. Just because you're the managing editor of the Globe doesn't mean that people aren't going to talk back. Everyone's talking behind your back at work, they're just too afraid to tell you that you don't quite yet get it.

Sincerely,

Lisa Campbell