Gee, Airman, why you want to start kicking the Canadians in the shins? All the things on our plate, all the stuff we got to deal with, and you want to argue about the Canadians not pulling thier weight militarily?
OK, lets suppose the ridiculous, for a moment. Let’s suppose the Airman Doors campaign sweeps Canada in a fever of martial spirit, Canadians rushing to the call, enlisting in droves, all that good stuff. What of it? They can’t afford it! Look at the OP, they are in trouble over a piddling 500 million! To us, that’s chump change! We spend that much on cost overruns for weaponry that never gets within a thousand miles of combat!
And for what? The last time Canada was under any meaningful threat of invasion was in the War of 1812, when England spanked our collective fannies. Invasion from us. Why in the world should a nation of comparatively modest means spend thier money to protect themselves from a non-existent threat?
Perhaps even more important is the service Canada provides the world just by being a comparatively pacific nation. Thier bona fides are recognized by other nations precisely because they have no super-power delusions and ambitions. They are recognized for being calmly deliberate and reasonable. Indeed, their foreign policy differences with America are a plus in that regard, they aren’t seen as America’s lap dog, hence, people who don’t trust us do trust them. They are kind of an international Jimmy Carter.
If you want a Canada armed to the teeth in anticipation of an invasion from Belgium or Gabon, are you willing to pay for it? Because they sure as hell can’t.
You want the Canadians nuclear armed? They are very smart, high-tech people, they could do it. Hell, if Pakistan can do it, anybody can. Does it make sense to have another nation join that club for no good reason?
And anything short of that don’t count for much. A massive, heavily armed conventional army isn’t squat any more, an armored division can be pulverized by one well-placed nuke.
The Canadians have been our friends, maybe even our very best friends, for generations. Friends who are willing to look us in the eye and tell us we are dangerously full of shit. They have done more good for us than any ten armored Canuck divisions could ever do.