Well, those ingrates whined and kvetched about it so much, no wonder he dropped the idea.
Whining? Kvetching? They’re cutting into his act!
He dropped the idea like a ball.
Actually, it’s really interesting, what’s happening in Canada. TV commercial breaks have Canadian-government commercials done by Canadian celebrities from all walks, talking about our country and the great times they have had here. Private companies, even those that are nominally American (e.g. McDonald’s), stress their Canadian connections (“100% Canadian beef in our burgers”). And of course, our athletes are totally Canadian in international competitions: Winter Olympics, and the World Baseball Classic.
Somehow or other, we keep going, just as we did through the Great Depression, and the recessions of the early 1980s and 1990s, despite Mr. Trump’s efforts to grind us into economic submission to the point where we’d be begging for statehood. Yet our prices at the supermarket, while rising, are reasonable in most cases; gas prices have, in the past, been higher than now (Aside: Why do Americans care so much about gas prices?), and our government keeps on keeping on, protecting our borders, funding our defense, celebrating our history, and acting as if we’re going to be around for the next few hundred years. Good attitude to have.
Sorry, Mr. Trump. You’ve made that classic mistake that so many Americans do: you think everybody in the world wants to be American. Well, Canadians do not want to be American. No way, no how, never. The sooner you realize that, the better.
And yet, of course, the irony in all the efforts Trump has made to prevent millions of people from becoming Americans. He assumes everyone wants this, yet he delights in making those that actually do want it, to suffer from never attaining it.
Wrong about the first part, and needlessly (nay, self-destructively) cruel about the second.
Well, except for Uzi?
Nah, that’s not Trump’s favorite metaphor (the only one he knows): he dropped the idea like a dog.
That noise you heard was the Republican (and pro-PR-statehood) Governor of Puerto Rico screaming out the window of her residence at St. Catherine’s Fortress.
I mean, really, here’s somewhere you COULD make a 51st state by this midterm if you could just get the votes in Congress, and he keeps ignoring it 
But that’s not new territory. Although even odds on Trump remembering PR is part of the US, even after throwing paper towels at people back in his first term.
Trump definitely does not want a state full of brown people who talk funny.
“I mean, if they’re going to be Murrican citizens, they should damn well learn the language!”
Oh…wait…
You mean like … Venezuela?
Well, when your big-ass pickup – the one that’s never had anything more than a six-pack in its bed – gets single-digit mpg…
Well, for one, they wouldn’t have gone out of their way to antagonize Iran into closing it in the first place…
Around these parts, the big-ass trucks are hauling 30 packs of Keystone Light, thank you very much.
Well, it takes 30 cans of Keystone to equal a six-pack of PBR.
Furthermore, American cities are designed around the individual car, I discovered with horror when I visited that some don’t even have sidewalks.
Without a car you can’t do anything outside your house and cars, specially the aforementioned big-ass pickups (or big ass-pickups?) need gas, a lot of gas.
“It’s bad enough we already have New Mexico!”
The primary wildflowers that blossom along the forest service roads in these parts of Idaho are Keystone Light and Busch Light cans. With the snow going away, the side-by-sides will soon be out in mass to revel in the beauty of those flowers.
Remember the “don’t mention the war” episode of Fawlty Towers?