See, here in the United States of Freedom, we spell things differently because we don't do words goodlier than the rest of the world. We like to make up for our irrational hatred of extraneous vowels with high-caloric food intake and questionable political decisions followed by a lively round of prayer at the church of the Military Industrial Complex. Once we get our praying done, we skedaddle on over to any third world countries with natural (or otherwise) resources we want and casually offer to support the least immediately offensive political movements in their attempted overthrows of established governments, or just invade under the pretense of the week. We always find some way to set things up so they bite us in the ass about ten to twenty years down the road. Otherwise, we might have to reconsider our blind devotion to militarized industry and anger the God of the Military Industrial Complex whose one commandment is "War is peace."
Sorry about the mostly sarcastic tirade. I spent the better half of the day writing an essay on America's Cold War economy, so I've got a lot of information still kicking around in there. I do appreciate the help brother. You can always count on a Canuck to watch your six.