The land of the free

The U.S. border patrol may not be able to keep out Mexican drug lords and Somali jihadists, but if you’re a Canadian science fiction writer attempting to leave the country, well, you’d better watch out, mister!

If you buy into the Many Worlds Intepretation of quantum physics, there must be a parallel universe in which I crossed the US/Canada border without incident last Tuesday. In some other dimension, I was not waved over by a cluster of border guards who swarmed my car like army ants for no apparent reason; or perhaps they did, and I simply kept my eyes downcast and refrained from asking questions.

The madness, it grows.