Bruce McCall, like me, argues that Canada is certainly adept at exporting comedy to the U.S. What's missing is a distinct, maple-syrup-flavored national comedic style. Perhaps it's the result of having such a big, loud southern neighbor so close at hand; perhaps it also comes from taking such deep drafts from Brifish culture over the past century. And maybe it's also because Canadians - aside from their overly comfortable shoes and charitable manners - are generally indistinguishable from Americans in the way they look and speak.