The Gospel of Pork and Other National Delusions

How Canada Learned to Love Waste, Worship Debt, and Water Fake Plants While the Real Ones Wither

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I did an MBA at Schulich in Toronto years ago—that vaunted academic gauntlet where they herd you into fluorescent-lit halls and bombard you with graphs until you ascend to executive glory or, like me, limp out upright, armed with a few unshakeable insights even a numbskull like me could grasp: but one of the most important? Opportunity cost.

It is not alchemy, nor is it some cloaked priestly incantation. It is the basic, pitiless arithmetic that every d…