How much more can we crawl up Uncle Sam's arse while pretending to be a "sovereign" nation?

PM Fluffy’s era ends with Justin and his homies sitting on their luggage at an airport in India. Their government jet has mechanical issues, and they must await the arrival of a roll of duct tape so repairs can be facilitated. Canada’s military procurement regs being what they are, Fluffy’s flight crew couldn’t just mosey to the nearest Hindu Hardware outlet and snag a roll of duct tape. No, they had to provide authentic Canadian-made duct tape, and then fly it to India. And Canadian bureaucracy rose to the occasion. We are still a can-do (or is that Candu?) people! Military-grade Canadian-made duct tape was successfully FedExed to that airport in India, and Captain Justin made it to the Liberal Policy Convention in the nick of time. The big question at the convention will be; how much deeper can we crawl up Uncle Sam’s arse while still pretending to be a sovereign nation?