‘Christ Is King’

I recently stumbled upon a war that is raging on X over the statement ‘Christ is King’. What made it more intriguing and complex to unpack, was that it is being fought between Christian nationalists on one side and what appear to be a coalition of Zionists and atheists on the other.

The accusation is that the statement ‘Christ is King’ currently being employed by Christian Nationalists (of the Andrew Torba variety) is being used disingenuously as a front for anti-Semitism and an adoption of ‘identity politics’ by the right in regards to their defence of white culture from engineered replacement; and that influential individuals using this term like Candace Owens & Jack Posobiec, are ‘bad faith’ figureheads of what is now being described as the ‘woke right’. Those accusing them of this appear to be a loose confederacy of atheists, Zionist Christians and Jews.

I hope that’s a fair assessment of the battlefield.

As a Catholic, I believe that Christ is King. To me this is a statement of fact borne out of faith. There is nothing controversial about it. However, I can appreciate how a statement of faith could be misused and that we must always be on guard against employing the name of Christ for political capital. In that respect, checking the compass of ones heart is a constant minute-to-minute duty for all believers.

The basis of this accusation is a report by the USAID funded NCRI (Network Contagion Research Institute), whose last major operation consisted of censoring anti-vaccination sentiment during Covid, and the Jewish ‘anti-hate’ group the ADL (Anti-Defamation League), which have established a link between the declaration ‘Christ is King, and anti-Semitic content online.

A comprehensive breakdown of all parties involved in the production of this report can be found here, but I trust most people would agree, this is not an objective start.

The report focuses on the use of the phrase ‘Christ Is King’ comparing 2021 to 2024 and establishing a pattern which shows an increase in the phrase with connection to ‘extremist’ individuals and content. Jack Posobiec is one user named, but he is then exonerated in the next sentence as not being an extremist. Candace Owens however is described as a ‘Nazi sympathizer’, which seems harsh to the point of invention. Candace Owens has noticed some operational issues with Our Greatest Ally, and she believes that Bridgette Macron is a man, but Nazi sympathizer?

Overall the report reads like a piece of fantasy prop-lit generated in the bowels of Big Mike, and I am genuinely surprised that Jordon Peterson put his name to it. However, as ever, I encourage everyone to read the full report and establish their own conclusions – these are merely my observations.

Full Report: https://networkcontagion.us/wp-content/uploads/Thy-Name-in-Vain_2.pdf

As expected there was a predictable spike in the use of Christ is King around Easter time, which is not entirely exonerated from the emerging pattern of malevolence, but rather left lingering around on the edge of extremism. Then there are some rich paragraphs of creative license worth sharing.

‘This unholy alliance between Nazi sympathizers (Candace Owens) and Islamic extremists leverages the protection of religious freedom and free speech to suppress the rights of others (Jews) and legitimize hate under a veneer of free speech.’ Brackets are mine.

The subtext of that is that freedom of speech provisions might need to be adjusted to prohibit this kind of ‘hate speech.’

It goes on: ‘…By transforming “Christ is King” into a hate meme, these actors have tried to hollow out its sincerity and reconstructed it to promote division and hate’… ‘This inversion of purpose is not merely a cultural distortion; it’s an ideological threat.’

Can you imagine if the Palestinians applied that same logic to how the Jews have interpreted the Old Testament to justify establishing the state of Israel?

One obvious aspect the report does not consider is the possibility that, rather than being a creation of malevolent intent, the rise of ‘Christ is King’ is a real desire amongst an ever increasing number of people to connect with supreme substance – Jesus Christ via pre-enlightenment Church that existed before all the engineered dilution of the modern era. If so, you can then appreciate how those opposed to that – atheists, liberals & Jews might take exception to the declaration that ‘Christ is King’. A resurgent traditionalist church that has cast-off the efforts made to neuter it is the last thing those groups want.

The Sin of Pattern Recognition

There is certainly a significant element of anti-Semitism online, the majority of which I think it is fair to conclude stems from Israel’s response to the Oct 7^th Hamas attacks and subsequent attempted annihilation of Gaza and its population.

However, there are also the Epstein revelations still simmering away in the background – a Mossad honey trap operation aimed at blackmailing the rich and powerful, and prior to that, the complete destruction of Kanye West’s business empire & career after criticizing Jewish hegemony in the music industry, which I believe first awakened the dormant public to the possibility that there might be an issue with our greatest ally.

The Christ Is King issue is turning into a Kanye moment – a point at which people realize who they can and cannot question or criticize. Obviously with the exception of Kanye West, none of the afore mentioned have anything to do with Christ or Christianity; they are 100% to do with the actions of Israel and Jews, but in this interconnected world, people are starting to put the bits together and are now asking a lot of awkward questions; some of which are clearly not acceptable according to those who have no skin in the game, yet claim they are defending the name of Christ from politicization.

Questions like:

Why is a campaign to silence people using the term ‘Christ Is King’ being run & financed by Jewish groups funded with U.S.AID deep state dollars?… Why has it been run during the holy season of Lent for two years running now?… Who is threatened by the declaration ‘Christ is King’?… Why do Jews disproportionately end up running operations that either undermine societies or men’s souls?… for example why does a Rabbi run the world’s largest Porn website?

In any free and rational society these questions are completely legitimate, but in ours they are ‘anti-Semitic’, and people are starting to get a clear idea of which group(s) cannot be questioned, revealed or held responsible. And so the only way that the pattern makers can stop these questions is by making pattern recognition immoral or illegal.

Any individual or group that engages in organized operations will leave behind identifiable patterns. Historically, recognizing patterns is an essential human skill for survival in a dangerous world.

If all the Jews who changed their names not to sound Jewish gave up the many positions they accidentally acquired at the heads of organizations that are engaged in operations that either undermine society or corrupt the soul, then I think most people would stop noticing patterns.

And so it is testimony to the perverse and comprehensive control that some groups enjoy, that even ‘noticing’, as pattern recognition is otherwise known, is now deemed as being the product of the anti-Semitism. These pattern recognition skills that the right has re-discovered to navigate the diet Soviet model of advanced liberalism, have now naturally been extended it to Zionism and the Jews, and the censorship model we face in response looks exactly like the leftist model we are already well accustomed to.

James Lindsay has made a career out of identifying and explaining the methodology of the enlightenment left and how it weaponizes language and inverts meaning to control narratives. His presentations are as clear as they are informative, but when it comes to the subject of Christ is King, he appears to lose all his previous composure. It is therefore somewhat surprising to see him attempt to apply these models of operations to the Christian right and accuse it of engaging in the identity politics of the left.

Identity politics is a creation of the left – Bolshevik & Maoist methodology recognizable in recent manifestations such as BLM, Antifa, Trans Rights – all of which were either weaponized by the state, or lacked lawful pursuit. This is the methodology of the left, tried and tested over 100 years. To try and apply this methodology to the right, which does not operate on the same platform, ends up looking clumsy and forced, because it is. There also seems little point at this stage to try and argue that Christianity is not being targeted, and that white populations are not being replaced – they clearly are. To deny this is an act of deception & dishonesty.

We already have well-established terminology to describe both Communism & Fascism – they are Collectivist models. We also already have well established left wing terminology to describe dislike of Jews and Muslims (Anti-Semitism & Islamophobia) Interestingly there is no equivalent for Christians, which is another indication that both of these terms are either of leftist or supremacist origin.

And to that point, we already have established and recognized terminology to describe racial supremacists, but again, the term only ever gets used in regards to white people, as in ‘white supremacists’. When was the last time you heard the term Jewish Supremacists, or Black Supremacists? They exist and operate without the label being applied to them.

Jesus was a firebrand who courted conflict by questioning the authority of the Jewish elites. Those who seek to silence those proclaiming ‘Christ is King’ during Lent for a second year running are looking increasingly like the Pharisees and Jewish religious leaders who sought to silence Christ during his ministry.

I spent a couple of years submersed in the world of intellectual socialist Jews. I found it to be a fiercely secular world in possession of all the zealotry normally associated with a religious group, but transferred into psychological engineering operations like the Tavistock Centre, public policy and social activism. My other takeaway was their complete disdain for Christianity – that was overt, and came as something of a surprise at the time, even as a lapsed Catholic.

Christian Zionists – Trading Heaven for Rocks in the Desert.

One of the most glaring observations I have made during this journey is that Christian Zionists appear to suffer from an almost hypnotic fealty to Zionism that quite frankly flies in face of almost everything written in the Bible – you have to wonder if they have actually read it. Together with that juggernaut of Zionist foreign influence -AIPAC, their support keeps the dollars flowing and the bombs falling, without which Israel would be forced to curb their enthusiasm for Biblical war.

How Jewish Lobby Group AIPAC Controls U.S. Policy

God brought the Jews out of captivity, promised them a new land and the law of God as his ‘chosen people’. Moses went up Mount Zion twice to get the law from God. Each time the Jews started melting down their jewelry to make a statue of a golden calf – Baal, so that they could worship it. This brings a whole new meaning to the phrase: ‘Cannot be left alone, even for a moment’. Conversely, Christian history is densely populated with martyrs who have followed the path Christ followed to the point of death; who did not think twice of laying down their lives to follow the example of Christ in humility and with complete surrender to God’s will. Judaism has nothing like that.

The idea that the Jews are God’s chosen people because they are his ‘favourite’ is comically simplistic interpretation for anyone who is familiar with the Bible – nothing in Scripture is linear like that – the teachings, the parables, or God’s wisdom as it is revealed. It would be the equivalent of saying the the Prodigal Son is his father’s favourite. There are many perspectives to that parable and we are invited to view it from each, but ultimately the father welcomes the son back because he was lost to him – had departed from him to live a life of sin, and in his repentant return his father rushes to welcome him back.

Much more likely is the probability that the Jews are God’s Chosen People because they are the most in need of salvation – the most fallen of all. That would be more in keeping with the revelations of Scripture.

As Fr Mawdsley points out in the interview, below on the Vincent James podcast: Backlash, (@1.08), the Jews took all of God’s spiritual gifts and downgraded them into physical possessions, and in supporting this reductive interpretation, Zionist Christians are guilty of the same:

‘The Jews think that Israel is a piece of real estate – with rocks and sand and desert, when the promise land is truly heaven – it’s eternal. Jesus talks about him being the Bread of Life; he’s talking about the eternal life through his body, blood, soul & divinity, and they’re thinking of their stomachs and bits of bread. Jesus says store up treasure in heaven through acts of charity and sacrifice, and the Jew’s obsession is with treasure on earth and with material wealth. So for Christians to fall for this Jewish lie – ultimately that we need a temple in Jerusalem of stone and gold rather than the body of Christ which is universal and eternal, they fall for this Jewish way of reading the Scriptures, which temporal rather than eternal; it’s carnal instead of spiritual; it’s local instead of universal; it will fail. So how you can read the Old Testament and believe that the meaning of Israel in a prophetic sense is this piece of land in the Middle East, you’re rejecting the whole spiritual sense of the Scriptures.’

Make the Church 14^th Century Again

So should we mould Christianity to meet the expectations of those who seek its demise as we have been doing for generations now? Churches are full again; people are seeking truth & beauty in the sacraments. Is now the time to smother this ecclesiastical renaissance in its infancy? Qui Bono?

During the Spanish Civil War, the Carlist militia was a Catholic military unit who fought with Franco against the Communists. Were these Catholics fighting against atheism & Communism misusing the name of Christ? Jews get to defend Israel with legitimacy, Muslims get to conquer in the name of Islam, where is the legitimacy for a Christian Restoration, or even a defence of the faith? There isn’t any – for some reason that it’s not permitted without being a white supremacist or anti-Semitic.

And therein lies part of the problem with the ‘Christ is King’ iconoclasts. Their declared intention is to expose the hijacking of Christianity by hateful ‘bad faith’ actors, but the actual fruits of their labour is an attempt silence the declaration that Christ is King during Holy Season, and to close down criticism of Jews, which sounds exactly like the definition of a ‘bad faith’ operative.

Ultimately, I believe what they fear is not God lifting the veil from the eyes of the Jews so that they see the majesty of Christ, but rather that the veil is lifted from the eyes of the Gentiles so that they see the Jews as they see themselves.

Christ Is King!

The Rise & Fall of Gaston the Incredible: Part Seven

The Long March

Charlie had got his two Reptile Club shots when he was nine years old. Aged fourteen he collapsed during a PE class and had to have his lower right leg removed due to a blood clot.

There were thousands of kids like Charlie across Peopleland who had had their lives and families destroyed by the Reptile Club injection & the regime mandates. His parents had both died of turbo cancer less than a year later.

Now aged sixteen Charlie lived with his grandfather in a small apartment on the 19th floor an oppressive concrete tower block owned by a CCP fentanyl kingpin. Charlie’s Grandfather had bought him his lottery ticket as an act of love more than anything else; neither of them really believed they had any chance of winning.

On Saturday evening Charlie sat with his grandfather huddled in front of the television watching the live draw unfold. As the numbers of the winning ticket were announced, Charlie followed each on the ticket he’d kept carefully folded in a pocket, expecting at any moment that they would stop matching the ones he saw laid out before him. As the fifth & sixth numbers were read out, he suddenly became disconnected from what was happening.

‘Grandad… Grandad… We’ve won… We’ve won!’

‘Let me see son’

Together they carefully confirmed the numbers as they were repeated and then stood staring at each other in disbelief.

‘You’ve won Charlie! You’ve won the Execution lottery!’ His grandfather cried. ‘You must call them immediately.’

The execution of Gaston was to be carried out in the capital in two week’s time. Charlie didn’t have the money to travel to the capital, but he did have his father’s old rifle – a bolt-action 22LR; one of only a handful that Gaston had not banned.

Charlie called the lottery company and informed them that he was the winner, but that he did not have the money to travel from the coast to the capital. However, he told them – if they were willing to wait, he was willing to walk all the way there. He pondered the practicalities of executing a man with a bolt action 22 with the appreciation that it might take Gaston a while to die with such a weapon, but after some consideration concluded that this might also be fitting.

King Donny heard about this young man who had been injured by the Reptile Club injections; whose parents had also lost their jobs during Gaston’s mandates, and who was willing to walk with a prosthetic leg all the way across the country carrying his father’s rifle in order to carry out the order of the court, and immediately offered to drive him all the way in a gold plated Cybertruck.

Charlie politely declined the offer, ‘No, it’s O.K. Sir, I’d rather walk; It’ll give me time to think.’

‘You take as long as you need Charlie.’ King Donny told him.

The new government free media picked up on this story and started reporting on what was promising to be an epic solo journey across the country by a disabled boy with a mission.

Walking on his prosthetic leg, and with his father’s bolt action 22LR rifle slug over his shoulder, Charlie set off for the capital and his date with destiny. In the capital awaited Gaston the Incredible – convicted of treason, mass murder and embezzlement, sat in prison awaiting Charlie’s arrival and the fulfillment of the sentence upon him.

Crowds of women young and old lined the highway throwing flowers at his feet as the boy limped along the national highway. Camera crews on motorbikes and hanging out off back of trucks crept along beside as if he was the Yellow Vest leader working his way purposefully up a step incline.

People emerged from the same villages that had run Gaston & Bollywood out town during his Grand Tour, to offer bottles of water and to cheer the nation’s new hero on. Old women reached out to try and touch or kiss the old battered rifle that would dispatch the tyrant Gaston, whilst throngs of people emerged along the way to join Charlie’s long march to the capital’s main square – the very same square in which Gaston’s Royal Police of Infinite Justice had crushed the people of Peopleland when they dared to stand up to him.

As the growing convoy made its way across the country through sun, rain and storm, King Donny & Tony Tesla made preparations in the capital.

Along with the Gaston regime, King Donny had decided that the entire Royal state apparatus – Royal state media, Royal Police of Infinite Justice, and all the corrupt judges who allowed Gaston to stay in power should not escape punishment.

He announced that, seeing as they had facilitated all the societal ills the Gaston regime had been responsible for, they would all be exiled to an experimental island which was to be co-managed by the religion of perpetual violence and the people who did not know if they were a girl or a boy cult.

King Donny held a press conference and declared:

“These institutions failed to protect those they were entrusted to serve, and today we are going to set that right. Gaston told the people that the religion of perpetual violence and the people who don’t know if they are a girl or a boy would live harmoniously simple because they love him. Well, from today those that failed in their duty to protect the people from tyranny will be sent to a Trans-Islamic penal colony on a remote island for the rest of their lives.. We’re gonna check in with them in five years and see how it’s all going. Let this be a lesson to everyone: not all new ideas are good, some are just bad. ”

As Charlie and his convoy of supporters entered the capital, Gaston heard the cheers of the crowd and truck horns approaching through the bars of his window.

The guards informed him that the executioner was only sixteen, and was going to use one of the few firearms he had not ban for his execution; and that subsequently it might take him some time to die. Gaston suddenly regretted banning everything that would have killed him quickly, and longed for the days when a condemned man could pay the executioner the night before to ensure his blade was razor sharp, or in this case set the fire selector to fully auto.

That night both Charlie and Gaston prepared themselves for the big day in their own ways. Charlie watched YouTube videos of ‘how to kill a man with a single shot 22LR’, whilst Gaston and his government enjoyed their final meal courtesy of the taxpayer, the cost of which came in at just under $117,000. Later that evening Gaston requested a Trans-Islamic preacher, but one couldn’t be found, so he had to settle for a Trans person pretending to be a hate preacher.

The next morning whilst it was still dark, Gaston rose put on his regimental blackface and laid out his costume for this final engagement. After going through the dressing up box many times, and deliberating over his options, he finally settled on his iconic Arabian Nights costume, the photos of which had started the blackface scandal in the first place.

At dawn Gaston was led out into the main square in full regimental blackface and dressed in his white Arabian Night costume complete with a large bejewelled turban which caught the early morning sunlight giving it an iridescent sparkle. The bronze statue of Gaston on Gay Day, the stroller containing a child and the two drag queens still sat in the corner of the square piled up on top of each other like oversized fallen toy figurines.

Thousands of people had been camped out all night in the hope of securing a good spot. The mood of the crowd was one of well orderly anticipation, however, as soon as they caught glimpse of Gaston they erupted into chants of ‘Fuck Gaston! Fuck Gaston!’ They fell silent though when Judge Car Key emerged onto the square to address the crowds and ordered the regime to be brought out one by one as their names and charges were read out:

‘Y’all have been very bad, and now bad thing are going to befall y’all… Announced Car Key.

Gaston was to be the first to face Charlie and his battered old rifle.

‘Gaston the Incredible… you have been found guilty of treason, mass murder & embezzlement, and have been sentenced to death by firing squad. Bring his ass over here.’

Gaston was escorted to a post in the middle of the square and hands tied behind him to it. He was then asked if he had anything to say before the sentence was carried out and declared proudly ‘Happy Pride to Allah!’, which had been his cry to the crowds at the very first Gay Day in the capital. Immediately after which Judge Car Key dropped his arm as the signal for Charlie to fire.

Charlie was accompanied by his grandfather, who was acting as his spotter. He dropped down to one knee, adjusted his posture, and for what seemed like an awfully long time there was nothing- no sound. Then there was a sudden crack that reverberated around the square as Charlie fired his first shot into Gaston, who in turn did not appear to respond. Many in the crowd then turned to each other to confirm: ‘Yeah, they’re using 22’s.’

Sensing that this could be a drawn out affair, Charlie quickly worked the bolt action and chambered another round. ‘Crack!’ This time Gaston winced a little and then enquired if there was not a semi-automatic setting. ‘Sorry’ apologized Charlie… ‘You banned all them. This is all we have.’

‘Crack!’ Another shot rang out. This time Gaston whimpered and slumped somewhat; his sparkling turban tumbling from his head and black face taking on a grotesque almost sauced expression. ‘Crack!’ A fourth shot more quickly delivered this time caused Gaston to issue a gurgling sound as he finally slumped lifeless on the pole. The crowd erupted into cheers and gaggles of old women, who had been sat knitting, rushed forward to dip their hankerchiefs in Gaston’s blood. King Donny declared Gaston the Incredible dead, but had Tony Tesla run him over in a Cybertruck just to make sure.

One by one, each of the Gaston government were brought out to face the same fate: the minister who’s grandfather had accidentally been a Nazi; the ministers who had accidentally applauded a Nazi in the palace, and all the other ministers who had sent billion of dollars to the Nazis who operated the laundromat in Khazaria.

It was a long day. Charlie’s got tired a few times and they had to send for more ammunition at least once, but by dust the task was complete and all the sentences had been carried out. Later that evening Tony Tesla’s rocket set off for Mars with Barry Bollywood and the entire Diet Soviet Party chained to the outside.

King Donny the Tremendous announced a new holiday to commemorate the end of the Gaston regime and Transportation of Barry Bollywood and his Diet Soviet Party to Mars, by declaring that going forward Nov 5^th would be known as Rifle & Rocket Day – a day for families to get together and celebrate by building large community bonfires atopped with Turbaned figures tied to rockets, and shooting at black-faced effigies with BB guns to the the cry of ‘Happy Pride to Allah!’

Now Peopleland was a proper country, and the people of Peopleland finally had something to be proud of.

The End

Canada: Taking the Hard Road

… Out of Tyranny

It looks like Canada is opting for the hard way out as the tyranny it has laboured under for the past 10 years finally starts to buckle.

They know that the gig is up for both the Trudeau dynasty and Davos dream of a Brave New World, and the only way they can possibly hope of surviving is by obliterating the economy in a trade war in order to rule over the ashes.

So the Liberal regime has chosen complete destruction over compromise and thrust the country into an unnecessary total trade war with a newly minted nationalist Trump government.

Carney’s installation as emperor of a post national Canada is a desperate move by the elites, but the stakes are sky high as the nobility struggle to retain control of a very sweet gig – an exclusive feudal kleptocracy, and more essentially, a Globalist foothold in North America.

In that respect, there is a danger that Canada could become the new frontline in the ongoing war series of proxy wars between the forces of globalism & nationalism – an economic Ukraine if you will. And whilst we would be fortunate that our price would be paid in dollars rather than blood, everyone should appreciate that the destruction is being orchestrated by the same architects.

To this end they have mobilized the government funded national media to prod the regime cattle into action – this time to bang the drum of faux nationalism that obscures the reality that they inhabit a high tax hermit kingdom largely self-policed by the inmates.

The fundamental problem is that the new U.S. administration is no longer interested in indulging the protectionist policies of Canada, where a Quebec dairy cartel has more political influence than the entire national oil & gas industry, and can leverage the government into imposing 278% tariffs on U.S. dairy imports.

Criminally Complicit

I have no doubt we will collectively rue the missed opportunities over the past ten years to put an end to the Trudeau regime when we had the chance. How bitter that reflection will be for many who played a part in maintaining the trajectory into comprehensive collapse of a once highly stable nation.

Central to the thriving of tyranny here in Canada are the media, police & judiciary, who have all played an active role in allowing this regime to operate. In a functioning & healthy society, any one of the many scandals, illegal activities and financial frauds should have put an end to the rule of the regime, but instead, every one of those institutions failed to do the job they were entrusted with.

Just to put this into context:

Boris Johnson’s Conservative government was forced out of office when it was revealed by the press that he had held a garden party at No.10 whilst the rest of the country was in lockdown. That tiny scandal brought down a U.K. government because it still retained a functioning independent press and standards of decency.

A fucking garden party? Let’s contrast that with just some of the ethical & criminal scandals that should have ended the Trudeau regime over the past ten years:

The Cash for Access scandal (2016)

The Aga Khan scandal (2016)

Kokanee Groping affair (2018)

SNC Lavalin scandal (2019)

Blackface (2019)

WE Charity scandal (2020)

Fabrication of evidence to justify the Emergencies Act (2022)

Violent suppression of peaceful protests (2022)

Freezing of Convoy bank accounts (2022)

Illegal imprisonment of the Coutts 4 without trial for over 800 days (2022)

ArriveScam (2023)

Chinese election interference scandal – 2019 & 2021 (2023)

Parliamentary foreign agents scandal (2024).

Full List

That last one alone – according to the intelligence agency, Canada has no fewer than eleven foreign agents embedded in Parliament and the Senate, and the Trudeau regime gets away with not only refusing to name them, but also refusing to remove them.

Where were the media during these scandals? Where was law enforcement? Where were the courts? If a garden party during lockdown can bring down a U.K. government, then anyone one of the scandals listed above should have brought down Trudeau years before crisis point. These failures to act demonstrate that Canada is not a serious country, and has failed itself in becoming an unaccountable and corrupt tyranny.

Trapped in an Abusive Relationship

For years living in Canada has felt like being the children of parents who have gone out for the night and left the teenagers in charge. I drew the analogy first during the height of the mandates:

Life in Pharma-Fascist Canada Part Two

It feels like the grown ups have gone out for the night and left Justin and his buddies in charge of the younger kids. Trudeau and his Laurentian brat-pack immediately start getting drunk and tormenting the younger children they were entrusted to look after.

As the evening progresses things get increasingly out of control, the younger kids start praying that their parents come home and save them from the cruelty of their older brother.

Then the kids hear the door opening, and a sense of relief descends upon the traumatized children – ‘finally, mum and dad are home’, but alas, no.

Instead, it’s Jimmy Dhaliwal and his NDP crew looking at getting in on some of the child torment. So Trudeau, cranks up the tunes, and opens another slab of beers knowing that the adults won’t be back until at least 2025.

That is what it has felt like living in Canada for the past 10 years.

We have been living under an abusive and cruel regime for ten years now – a regime that we are clearly incapable of ridding ourselves of due in large part to the failure of the institutions who are in place to make sure that these things do not happen. And so we are either reliant on the regime destroying itself in an dynasty ending fight for survival, or outside relief, most likely in the form of Regime Change from the south.

Election or Annexation

In denying us access to all avenues of relief, we are being funnelled into now seeing a foreign government as our only possible rescue from this madness.

Practically speaking, if this trade war rids us of the sickness that clearly infects every aspect of Canadian society, then it would be a price worth paying. So I am tempted to view this current crisis as an opportunity – a cleansing process, and Trump as the potential source of our salvation, albeit as a bi-product of his own nationalist endeavour.

Other commentators have framed this current trade war, which is global as far as the Trump administration is concerned, as a necessary process if the nationalist elements are to put a permanent end to globalist model. In his article U.S Trade War: Tariffs are Needed to Defeat Globalism, but they Come at a Cost Brandon Smith of Alt-Market lays out multiple layers and history of this struggle between these two forces.

‘Under the current conditions, global conglomerates are NOT free market organizations. They destroy free markets by using government partnerships to erase competition.‘

If this really is a battle between Globalism & Nationalism, then there is some hope, as it appears that both Globalism and Europe – the heart of the Globalist project, are in retreat and being forced to regroup.

Installing Carney was a desperate move that is not guaranteed to succeed. The regime could use the manufactured trade war to declare a crisis and postpone elections until 2026, but the longer they run an installed technocrat to suspend the democratic process, the more likely Canadians awaken to the reality of their enslavement, and the more likely it is that provinces like Alberta start looking at Separation.

At which point Canada really does become a ‘post national’ economic zone ripe for carving up.

The Rise & Fall of Gaston the Incredible: Part Six

A Trial of Two Turbans

Whilst the hunt for Barry Bollywood and his Bolshevik bandidas continued, plans for the trial of Gaston and the regime members already in custody continued.

In order to ensure ‘stakeholder engagement’ King Donny appointed a rapper called Car-Key who had lost his entire running shoe empire to the Reptile Club; he was considered such a deft exponent of pattern recognition and was so highly observant, that he noticed things that you weren’t even supposed to notice.

The charges against Gaston the Incredible and his regime were treason, embezzlement of government funds, and accessory to mass murder through the coercive enforcement of the Reptile Club injection program against the people of Peopleland.

Judge Car-Key made it clear that Gaston & his regime were in ‘very serious trouble y’all’, and because of the nature and severity of the charges, if convicted, that they were looking at the death penalty.

Tony Tesla’s 19yr old autistic intelligence officers were still having trouble tracking down Barry Bollywood and his army of Disney cast extremists in the densely enriched urban areas of Peopleland, until they came up with the idea of a Where’s Waldo app. It was a quite simple fix in the end: load in the faces of the Bollywood’s Diet Soviet Party into the app, then fly a drone over Brampton or Surrey picking them all out one by one.

By the end of the month Tony Tesla had captured almost every Diet-Soviet Party operative at large.

At trial, they made for a rich spectacle all packed into their respective caged section of the court – a blinged out Barry Bollywood in a saffron turban wearing a $45,000 watch made from the crystalized tears of poor children, surrounded by his army of diminutive Bolshevik harlots in one cage; and the equally rich visual feast of Gaston the Incredible in full regimental black face dressed as a pantomime Saladin complete with oversized bejewelled white turban, surrounded by his motley crew of career criminals pacing the cage like a pride of traumatized circus lions in the other.

The press gallery who turned up daily to cover proceedings never knew what they were going to get – each day Gaston would turn up in a different costume – one day he was Saladin; the next Superman; Thursday he’d turn up dressed like he was on his way to Gay Day, on Fridays he was D’Artagnon from the Three Musketeers, but always in full regimental Blackface.

Barry Bollywood and his party were charged as accessories to treason & embezzlement, with a specific charge of ‘stealing from the poor’. However, he had to have the charges repeated after thinking embezzlement was part of an expensive watch.

Bollywood repeatedly interrupted proceedings offering to cut a deal, but then failed to do so. The judge eventually got tired of this and threatened to take a Maserati from him every time he interrupted, whilst his raft of diet-Soviet medusas hissed ‘white supremacy’ through the bars

During the trial it was revealed that Gaston had owned the company that provided the bottles and labels for the bad medicine he forced everyone to take. He claimed that he never forced anyone to take the medicine and that everyone did so by choice, but a conveyor belt of video evidence was shown to the jury featuring Gaston applying all the power his government could generate to force people into taking the Reptile Club injection.

Gaston then claimed that the bad medicine was given to him by an old man who might have worked for the Nazis, and that he only provided the lipid nanoparticle technology to impress senior members of the Reptile Club. Then he blamed it all on his Minister for Supreme Goodness – who’s grandfather had accidentally also been a Nazi, and then his Supreme Justice minister, who accidentally applauded a Nazi at the palace.

The repeated connection to Nazis didn’t help.

On the final day of the trial, Gaston turned up for sentencing dressed as an Apache Chief complete with headdress and full faced regimental blackface.

The jury retired and returned just 20 minutes later with their verdict, which was then read out by the foreman to the court. On the charge of treason how do you find? ‘Guilty’. On the charge of embezzlement of public funds how do you find? ‘Guilty’. On the charge of accessory to mass murder how do you find? ‘Guilty’.

Upon the news Gaston threw himself to the floor and pleaded with the court for mercy, citing his many years of charitable work in the circus. He also claimed that he’d been blackmailed into doing everything he had done after being lured to a tropical island to meet some 14 yr olds.

In his deliberation, Car-Key described Gaston and his regime as one of the most egregious of all Globalist tyrannies of the pre collapse era, and that Gaston’s profiteering left him in no doubt as to his criminal involvement in the mass murder and maiming of millions of citizens; and because of the scale of this crime, he was left with no alternative than to apply the severest punishment available.

Judge Car-Key laid upon his wig the black cloth before sentencing Gaston and his entire regime to death with the words: ‘I hereby sentence you to death Y’all’

Gaston was taken down with the rest of his former cabinet; his blackface make-up running onto his bead tunic and moccasins. The only thing that remained – a native headdress lying forlornly on the dock floor in a puddle of Blackface juice – a mixture of tyrant’s tears and boot polish.

After being found guilty as accessories to treason, embezzlement and ‘stealing from the poor’, Barry Bollywood and his diet-Soviet raft of Medusas were sentenced to Transportation to a colony.

In the 17^th Century when the sentence was introduced, this would have meant exile to one of the new colonies like Australia or Jamaica, but seeing as Tony Tesla was now running regular flights to Mars, the sentence was that they should be chained to a rocket bound for the Red Planet.

In the period post sentencing, as Gaston and his regime awaited their fate, intense speculation began to circulate as to the nature of his execution and whether the public would continue to be consulted.

Unlike the run up to the execution of Charles I of England in 1649, during which Parliamentary forces could not find anyone who was willing to execute a King of England, and had to resort to scouring the taverns of the South Bank for a willing drunk the night before, there was no such problem finding a citizen of the new national republic willing to carry out the sentence on Gaston the Incredible.

The court received literally tens of thousands of letters, some written by children in crayon, whose parents or grandparents had been killed or injured by the Reptile Club injection, or who they themselves had been maimed, pleading that they be chosen to execute Gaston; some were willing to do it with their bare hands, others had elaborate plans prepared.

King Donny had already decided on the method – death by firing squad. Tony Tesla proposed importing a 30mm Soviet anti-aircraft gun from North Korea for the occasion and doing them all in one go as an act of government efficiency. He also suggested that the bullets should be made by melting down the bronze statue of Gaston and the drag queens on Gay Day, but this was deemed too poetically rich for the simple folk of Peopleland, and a regime restricted five round capacity rifle was opted for instead.

Gaston had banned all firearms except the bolt-action 22LR, which was considered inadequate for resistance to his rule, and so it seemed more than fitting that this should be chosen as the execution weapon.

Such was the intensity of interest in being part of the justice process, that authorities decided to hold a lottery to decide who would get to carry out the order of the court. Millions of tickets were sold in the first week alone, as the old and the young alike emptied their penny jars and scraped together what they could in order to have the best chance of being the one who put the full stop at the end of Gaston’s story.

The lottery was held the following Saturday and televised live across the nation – streets lay empty & children stopped playing as the people of Peopleland held their breath.

The Rise & Fall of Gaston the Incredible: Part Five

The Devil Collects

Gaston’s inability to step down from power gracefully cost his both his dynasty and his country dearly. His attempts to hide from his ministers had demonstrated that he was willing to sacrifice anything and anyone in order to cling to power, even if it was just for a few moments longer. During his last few days, he even tried to start a war with King Donny in order to stay in power, but there was no escaping his fate – the devil was collecting on his Faustian deal.

Gaston was found a nice quiet desk job by his handlers at the Reptile Club, in a corner office at the U.N. where he spent the next two years shredding Pedo Island flight logs. In the meantime, Peopeland crowned a new slightly edgy beige emperor who promised to return the country to an era of common sense.

Emperor Peter the Fairly Good, as he became known, attempted to repair the destruction the Gaston reign had wrought on the country and avoid being consumed by King Donny’s new Empire of Awesomeness, but global events eclipsed his efforts in 2026 when, after decades of wobbling, the entire global financial system finally collapsed.

It turned out that it wasn’t just Gaston who had printed and spent too much money – every emperor of every country had been doing the same thing. The Reptile Club had attempted to control the inevitable by imposing a ‘Great Reset’ – a new economic system that would ensure that the collapse would happen on their terms with the enslavement of all of humanity under a centralized system, but this had ultimately failed and now an uncontrolled collapse had befallen the entire planet.

At first there was chaos. The banks collapsed; no one could get any money. What cash there was in circulation became worthless as soon as everyone realized that they were not going ‘back to normal’ this time.

With the collapse the societal and political order was turned upside down. Things that had been important or valuable suddenly became unimportant and worthless, and the things that people had taken for granted, all of a sudden became priceless.

People cast off the indulgencies of the Gaston years as quickly as a defeated soldier casts off his uniform. Men & women re-established their traditional roles based on mutual needs, and despite the hardships, people started living more fulfilled and simple lives.

It turned out that all anyone needed to do to end the decades long insanity of Inclusive diversity was turn the electricity off, and…Poof! It all disappeared in a moment like a one of Gaston’s tricks.

The central pillars of control for the Reptile Club had been the armies of woke women, and the fringe minority groups that were established to undermine the pre-enlightenment society of diverse inclusivity. For years under Gaston these minority fringe groups enjoyed nobility status; they were empowered and indulged; feted in the press, and employed to force Gaston’s political enemies into acts of public humiliation. However, there was little use for them in a post collapse world.

Without community or skills, these groups starved to death waiting for the government to come and save them, or became food for migrants in the sanctuary cities they shared. Whilst those grass roots communities that had established themselves during the Bad Medicine years – militias, church communities & online ‘hate’ groups etc. now provided the best avenue for survival.

However, the global financial collapse also offered King Donny the Tremendous the opportunity to achieve his imperial desire to consume the already weakened Peopleland and turn it into an energy theme park called 51^st State.

King Donny’s tanks rolled into the main square and pulled down the statue of Gaston letting go of the stroller as he rushed to embrace the drag queens on Gay Day. His soldiers shouted ‘fuck yeah’ and chugged tiny cans of piss in celebration. King Donny told the people of Peopleland that the tiny cans of piss his troops drank were the biggest and best anyone had ever seen, and that they were there to liberate the people from their feudal servitude to the Reptile Club.

The people of Peopleland didn’t know what to think – they had never had a leader like King Donny the Tremendous – who was equal part genius and idiot – all they had ever known was boring and mega-idiot.

After establishing stability in Peopleland, King Donny’s first order of business was to locate all members of the Gaston & Bollywood regime.

Gaston and his ministers had all gone into hiding, mainly to secluded cottages surrounding the capital where they hoped to remain undetected whilst they lived out the rest of their sordid lives quietly engaged in Reptile Club pastimes like hosting Diddy parties and dressing up as forest animals whilst holding babies.

Bollywood & his ministers first tried hiding in a Maserati showroom, but were asked to leave when it became obvious they weren’t serious about buying anything. So they went to ground in Brampton & Surrey where they wouldn’t be seen.

Meanwhile King Donny’s 19 yr old autistic investigators started uncovering evidence of fraud on a massive scale and misuse of public money. It turned out that Peopleland had been a rich country, but the Gaston and Bollywood had siphoned off large amounts and spent the rest of it on trannies and Fentanyl.

King Donny promised that Gaston the Incredible, Barry Bollywood, and every member of their regime would be caught and brought to justice.

Gaston’s Minister of Supreme Justice, Mario Mentida was arrested the week after whilst ‘popping into town’ to trawl for teenage boys. And then a few weeks later, his former Minister of Supreme Goodness – the one whose father had accidentally been a Nazi – was caught when her uncontrollable public twitching gave her away during a visit to a petting zoo.

Each capture was announced to great excitement by the public, but for some time the big prize of Gaston the Incredible still eluded them. King Donny promised that Gaston would be caught, and a few weeks later on Tremendous Day – formerly known as Gay Day, Gaston was finally captured hiding in a storm drain near a former safe injection site still wearing his trademark black face, after his bodyguard had abandoned him and disclosed his location to one of Tony Tesla’s 19 yr old autistic intelligence officers.

The damage the Gaston regime had caused was inter-generational, as was now the appetite for reckoning. King Donny the Tremendous announced that trials for all members of the Gaston regime would take place on un-ceded empty Chinese condo territory in Downtown Vancouver, which seemed only fitting given that was where the majority of the fentanyl money had been laundered.

Despite Barry Bollywood and his diet-Soviet grifters still being at large in the urban foliage of culturally enriched cities, King Donny set the trial date for the 29^th September – Truth & Reconciliation Day as it had been known, but then announced that the name would be changed to Surf’s Up Day in memory of how Gaston traditionally spent the national holiday he introduced.

Canada: 51st State or 27th Province

We live in fascinating and fast moving times. It has been just six weeks since Donald Trump became president of the U.S. for the second time, in an equally rapid and colourful decade. During that same period here in Canada we have witnessed the nation transformed from sleepy beige giant, into a multi-coloured ‘post national’ woke utopia under the highly divisive and inevitably authoritarian rule of Justin Trudeau.

The two parties could not be further apart.

My assessment continues to be that Trudeau is a globalist errand boy who has been instructed to collapse the nation state he was elected to serve via a combination of engineered mass immigration; climate goals & inflationary policies. Whilst Trump, having inherited everything I describe from an equally reckless Biden administration, is clearly intent on addressing these issues and making ‘America great again’ as he puts it.

In this respect Trump is a classic nationalist – he believes in America First, and has promised to do everything in his power to steer the nation away from default and ruin by assessing all liabilities; securing the borders, and bringing manufacturing & investment back to America. We haven’t really seen this kind of Nationalism since the mid 20^th Century, and for many younger people, it may be the first time, as all they have only ever known is Globalist governments of one shade or another.

However, no one involved in the current trade dispute between Canada and the U.S. is being either transparent or honest about the situation.

Protectionist Canada

Ever wondered why we only have two telecom providers in Canada, or two airlines, one provincial auto insurance provider, or why everything is essentially monopolized or nationalized?

It’s because we live in a socialist hermit kingdom where foreign competition is kept out via prohibitive tariffs and legislation.

Ever wonder why cheese & butter is so expensive in Canada?

It’s because a dairy cartel co-opts the government into protecting Canadian farmers by charging tariffs on imports, and thereby maintaining high domestic prices. It’s a racket that the government is fully involved in. This would have to be the case in order for the monopoly I describe to exist.

Does Canada impose 270% tariffs on U.S. dairy goods as Trump claims?

Canada operates a quota system for imported goods. Below the quota, goods are tariffed at a lower rate or are free from tariffs, however, it may surprise many Canadians to discover that the tariffs on U.S. dairy products rise to an eye-watering 200% – 313.5% after the quota is met.

Trump Claims 270% Tariffs On U.S. Dairy Exports To Canada

The Trudeau regime is not being honest or transparent about tariffs. They behave as if there is no tariff on U.S. goods coming into Canada. If that was the case we’d have more choice and prices would be lower. What Trudeau is disingenuously asking of the Canadian public is that they wave the flag in defence of their continued economic enslavement.

A Full List of Tariffs Canada Applies to U.S. Imports

If they were being honest, Canadian politicians could argue that prohibitive trade tariffs are the only barrier protecting Canada from becoming an economic extension of the U.S. But they are not.

Trudeau and his regime have been handed a lifeline by Trump’s tariffs. Suddenly a despised regime at death’s door get’s life breathed into it, at which point Trudeau springs to his feet and transforms into his favourite character – Divisive Man. Now he’s thumping the drum of nationalism and calling on people to fly the flag to save Canada. But it all so transparently fake – Trudeau hates the nationalist drum; his chest beating is confusing the children who clearly heard him declare that Canada was a ‘post national’ entity, which renders it nothing more than an economic zone controlled by an organized crime cartel.

The flag waving is as perverse as it is hollow. Trudeau is not fighting for Canada or Canadians; he is fighting to defend the criminal enterprise that rules over this protectionist hermit kingdom – this is Kim Jong Un trying to keep Samsung out of Communist North Korea.

Canada: 27th Province of China

After Ten years of being dismantled by Trudeau, Canada is no longer a serious country. Trudeau’s inclusively diversive post national economic zone is a place where Chinese Fentanyl kingpins are free to launder billions through real estate; a place where there exist at least eleven foreign agents (aka traitors) serving as MPs or Senators, but the government & state funded media refuses to either reveal their names or remove them. All of which indicates to anyone who retains reason and sound judgement, that the situation here in Canada is perversely disfunctional.

As a nation, we have demonstrated that we are incapable of governing ourselves without descending into a self-serving feudal kleptocracy infested with CCP national security threats, and every aspect of Canadian society has been complicit in this – the media, law enforcement, politicians and the public.

Look at the scene I describe from the point of view of a newly minted & nationalist Trump administration.

And this is where I think Trump is not being honest or transparent about how he views the future of U.S. Canada relations. He looks north – to his largest neighbour – not only is Canada being used as a conduit for a CCP chemical warfare operation (Fentanyl) that is being directed against the U.S. population, but there exist recognized foreign agents operating with impunity at the highest level of Canadian government. Now you start to see your ‘closest ally’ as a security liability. And in that respect we cannot rule out the possibility that the ‘trade war’ is actually a regime change operation aimed at bringing down and replacing a CCP controlled foreign government with something more U.S. friendly.

Then Trudeau declares resource abundant Canada a ‘post national’ entity, and with it, all that liability starts to look opportunity. Why not just absorb Canada as part of a greater U.S.A? It doesn’t take itself seriously, why should we? Certainly Trump’s not about to stand by and watch as China takes over Canada. That’s not going to happen.

I don’t believe that liberal indulgences like Trudeau’s Canada appreciate the danger it is in, as we enter into what Niall Ferguson described as being a 21^st Century return to The Great Game of 19^th Century geo-politics – a paradigm in which larger imperial blocks swallow up smaller and weaker satellites as they jostle for regional supremacy.

A Return To The Age of Empires

China, Russia & Trump’s new nationalist U.S. certainly appreciate the existence of this new paradigm, and I believe this is why Trump is looking to assimilate both Greenland and Canada into a greater U.S. empire, which will provide the U.S. significantly increased access to, and control over, the arctic region and shipping routes.

There is also another factor which I sense the Trump administration recognizes and wants to facilitate favourably in regards to both Greenland & Canada, and that is the clear and rapid waning of European powers. The loss of huge sectors of resource rich colonial era real estate by smaller European nations like Britain & Denmark appears to be an inevitable part of that shift if a 21st Century Age of Empires is upon us.

This could also explain the unprecedented ongoing movement of physical gold from the LBMA in London to the Comox in New York since December of 2024. There is suddenly so much gold being flown into the U.S. that it is negatively affecting U.S. GDP. Physical movement of gold on this scale represents a shift in geo-political power – where gold moves, power moves, and at the moment it is leaving Europe and heading into the United States at an unnatural rate.

Gold Lease Rates Explode As U.S. Repatriation Grows.

It appears that the avoiding tariffs cover story is just that, and one of three things are happening.

Fort Knox is depleted of gold reserves and Trump is restocking it prior to an audit.
Gold is being moved to safety as they fear an imminent European war with Russia.
Trump is preparing to revalue gold up from the current $42 oz, and link the U.S. dollar to gold.

All of these possibilities are rooted in fundamental geo-political changes taking place as we potentially move from a Globalist to an Age of Empires paradigm.

Diversity Is Not Strength

What Canada has done under Trudeau is the geo-political equivalent of declaring itself a pacifist in a lawless society. It might sound like a noble idea, but no one is going to respect it and, sooner or later, in a town full of bad men you are going to end up as somebody’s bitch.

And so back to the title, which was meant as somewhat of a flippant over simplification. I believe Canada really has little choice left at this stage. The world is in the middle of a geo-political paradigm shift that most people are still not aware of, including it seems our leaders.

Canada has to find its lost de-constructed nationalism and fast, or face being absorbed into a resurgent nationalist U.S. empire. I am not talking about booing the U.S. national anthem, or removing Bourbon from shelves – these are pathetic and desperate attempts at reactive nationalism by people who have spent their entire careers dismantling the nation state. There is no longer any room for strangling the resource industry over ideological indulgences; for embracing the erosive policies of cultural Marxism and declaring that ‘diversity is strength’. These are culturally corrosive policies that are in the process of being tossed into the trash by saner societies.

Globalism is Dead

In Canada & Europe we are still operating an obsolete model that was designed to draw the population into a technocratic system of slavery, and which was completely reliant on the establishment of a one-world government. To continue with this model only weakens us further and ensures that we will be swallowed up by an empire that has either not been contaminated, or has cured itself of this threat.

Allowing ourselves to continue to weakly slip into becoming the 27^th Province of China will inevitably bring regime change or physical annexation from the south. The U.S. will not tolerate Canada becoming the vassal state of a geo-political rival. So the best we can hope for in the time being, is that the tariffs bring down the criminal conspiracy that rules over this feudal kleptocracy, and we finally get a true Nationalist government that operates in the national interest.

The Rise & Fall of Gaston the Incredible: Part Four

A War in Pantoland

After the election Gaston and Barry Bollywood took their bromance to the next level. They went everywhere and did everything together. Gaston still hadn’t delivered the free toothbrushes he had promised, but Bollywood was sure he’d just forgotten.

During the bad medicine years Gaston had printed hundreds of billions of dollars to fund various ideological indulgences, and Barry Bollywood’s Diet Soviet Party had rubber stamped all of them in return for being allowed to pretend that he was also emperor.

Gaston had awarded his friends the contract to manufacture the lollipops given to children after their government injections. The original cost for this project was estimated at $230 million, but after a year the cost had ballooned to $1.7 billion, and they still hadn’t decided on any flavours. It was the same story repeated across every Royal government department, and the amount of money being spent by the emperor was now larger than anything the people of Peopleland had ever seen before.

Gaston and his Laurentian nobility were getting very rich. However, all of this money printing had caused a strange new phenomenon that neither Gaston nor Barry Bollywood had ever encountered before, called ‘Inflation’. The price of everything had started rising and neither of them could explain why.

Some elder advisors tried to explain that expanding the money supply had led to this thing called Inflation, but Gaston would hear none of it. He argued that because the things he did with the money were good, nothing bad could happen and so he had them thrown in jail as heretics.

However, the higher food prices rose, the louder the people complained; and the worse the suffering got, the more it looked like there was something wrong with Gaston’s magic.

Gaston & Bollywood decided to take a tour of the country together to see what all the fuss was about. They rode on horseback through every town & village in the land accompanied by a caravan of circus performers to reassure the people of Gaston’s goodness.

The Official Circus Caravan for the 2023 Imperial National Tour

Gaston’s horse wasn’t actually a real horse, but a pantomime horse called Sophie played by two people who identified as horses. In Gaston’s new inclusively diverse Trans-Islamic Republic of Peopleland this was the same as a real horse, and saying otherwise would land you in prison with the people who believed in inflation.

Bollywood rode a golden horse called Rolex, which he was very proud of. It wasn’t really a golden horse; it was a pony that had been spray painted gold, but no one dared say anything. Royal state media pretended that both horses were real, and even suggested that both should be made Senators in the upcoming reshuffle.

Every village they entered the people would emerge from their homes to hurl rotten vegetables and shout obscenities at Gaston & Bollywood. After one particularly awful reception, Bollywood announced that he had an idea.

‘I know’ He said… ‘Let’s blame the rising prices on the merchants in the market who sell the food. We can tell the people that it is their greed that is causing prices to rise.’ ‘Awesome idea!’ declared Gaston.

So with the help of the Royal state media, they declared that the rising costs were the fault of greedy merchants, not government spending at all. They hauled the merchants into the main square and held a humiliating public trial during which they were asked to explain why prices had risen. Of course, it was Gaston & Barry Bollywood who were robbing the people through money printing, but for some reason the majority of people were not able to understand this.

Meanwhile their neighbours to the south – the ones they’d chastised when they had elected Gaston as Emperor, had crowned a new king: King Donny the Tremendous.

King Donny had been king before, but had been exiled by the evil nobility of his country after a coup backed by the Reptile Club. Now, with the support of the people, he was back and he meant business.

Unlike Gaston, King Donny was no slight-of-hand magician borrowing from tomorrow to create illusions today – he could do real magic. He could create wealth just by breathing on markets; stop wars by simply talking, and bring down foreign governments just by staring at them. It also was rumoured that King Donny’s urine was 84% Ivermectine, and had been used to cure Trans kids.

The nobility who made money from wars and misery had tried to kill him many times, but failed. In short, King Donny was a proper king who had been tested by fire, and he certainly had no time for Gaston’s fart lighting tricks or fake magic.

King Donny surrounded himself with warriors and innovators. His chief minister was a Marvel scientist called Tony Tesla who had invented everything from crazy string to interplanetary timeshares.

King Donny & Tony Tesla set about bringing the now unpopular and weak rule of Gaston to a humane end for the sake of the suffering people of Peopleland. King Donny dedicated seven minutes a day staring at Gaston’s Trans-Islamic Republic of Peopleland silently mouthing the words ‘51^st State’, whilst Tony Tesla pulled back the media curtain on the madness and cruelty of Gaston’s hermit kingdom for all the world to see.

The world was shocked at the perverse failure Peopleland had become under Gaston’s ten year reign. Peopleland should have been a rich country, but it had been materially and socially collapsed for the sake of Gaston’s utopian ideals, and now everyone could see it. Peopleland was broken, but instead of trying to fix it, Gaston now offered state assisted suicide to anyone who was unhappy or poor.

Barry Bollywood and members of the Gaston regime began to sense that the supreme leader was becoming a liability. He was now hated so much both inside and outside the country, that being associated with him was harmful. They tried to suggest that Gaston had achieved so many wonderful things that it might be time for him to consider ending his reign, but Gaston would hear none of it – there was still much work to do; he still hadn’t managed to fully impoverish the people, and there were still political enemies to destroy.

In an act of self-preservation, Barry Bollywood declared that he would no longer support the Gaston as leader, but true to his cynical nature, when offered the opportunity to remove him as emperor, declined to do so.

Eventually it was left to Gaston’s Royal ministers to replace him with a new Emperor, but when informed of this decision, he refused to attend meetings with them and instead began hiding in various rooms of the palace in an attempt to evade both them and his fate. Finally, after four days of upstairs-downstairs Benny Hill capers, they found him in the Royal wardrobe hiding in the dressing up box covered in boot polish, and softly sobbing his childhood favourite, Al Jolson’s ‘Mammy.’

The Rise & Fall of Gaston the Incredible: Part Three

The Bad Medicine Years

Early in the New Year it was announced that someone in China had accidentally spilt some CIA monkey juice on the floor of a bioweapons lab run by Dr Faustus. Royal state media reported that it had escaped and started to spread amongst the population.

This was the opportunity the Reptile Club and their young leaders had been waiting for – Gaston continued to allow in flights from China for another week, and then, once the infection had spread sufficiently to warrant an emergency response, he immediately closed the country down.

Unfortunately most people in Peopleland still trusted the government. They had grown up under the benevolent reign of Brian the Boring, and naively believed that the emperor still had their best interests at heart. They were unaware that the contract had been rewritten and that the Reptile Club was now in charge.

Gaston rushed to unite the people behind him by removing all of their rights in the name of safety. The people were told that they were ‘All in this together’ and were encouraged by state media to bang pots at 7pm in support of medical staff busy making Tik-Tok videos.

His government introduced Leninist slogans such as ‘Doing the right thing’ & ‘Being there for one another’. They became rallying cries for Gaston and his ministers, who would recite these spells during public announcements; encouraging everyone to come together under the flag of safety through total obedience to Gaston. He declared Peopleland the safest country on earth, and that no faithful citizen would ever die of anything ever again if they simply ‘did the right thing’.

Anyone who opposed the measures, or questioned the authenticity of the threat was labeled an ‘Enemy of Goodness’, and Gaston openly questioned whether they should continue to ‘tolerate such people’.

By now, the people of Peopleland had become divided into two groups – the loyalists who were still hypnotized by Gaston’s policy magic and transfixed by the fear his Royal state media conjured up, and the rebels who now saw through his illusion, and feared for the future in what was now fast becoming a cruel and despotic reign.

After a winter of lockdowns and a conveyor belt of media manufactured fear, Gaston announced to the people that a new magic medicine was coming that would enable them to have their freedom back. He told the people all they had to do was get the government injection and they could ‘go back to normal’.

Anyone who asked what was in the injection was labeled a ‘Science Denier’, and accused of attempting to ‘kill Grandma’.

Gaston said that the injection contained only goodness and no badness. And although the people who made the injection had only ever tested it on animals – all of which had died by the way – and wouldn’t say what was in it, Gaston granted them Royal immunity from responsibility if anything went wrong. He declared the medicine ‘safe & effective’.

Gaston said that getting the medicine was a choice, but a week later declared that anyone who didn’t get it couldn’t ‘go back to normal’. He announced that anyone who did not volunteer to take the injection of unknown goodness would lose their jobs and not be able to travel. He even decreed that children who did not choose to get the injection would be cast out of society.

Gaston issued passes to those who decided to ‘do the right thing’. They were declared clean and could ‘go back to normal’, but those who still refused were branded unclean and outcasts.

Some people were really enjoying this. The bad medicine years and Gaston’s public acts of cruelty brought out the worst in some of the citizens of the new and diversely inclusive Trans-Islamic Republic of Peopleland. Those who were firmly latched onto the teet of Royal state media behaved the worst. This section of society started to become fanatically obsessed with safety and compliance, to the point where they viewed non-compliance to be a crime worthy of imprisonment and even death.

‘Why should we tolerate those who refuse ‘to do the right thing’’? ‘Let them die!’ They shouted from the comment sections of Royal state media, which also dutifully deleted any comments that questioned the medicine mandates.

On one occasion, Gaston boasted to his ministers that his loyal followers would be willing throw unvaccinated children into ovens if the Royal state media told them to do it. Such people lined up to get their children the injections completely unaware that this was a Reptile Club initiative.

At the same time, the people who had started to see through Gaston’s grand illusion began to organize and protest against the medicine mandates. Gaston started to sense that time was running out. So despite everything being closed down, Gaston decided that this would be the best time to call a snap election in the hope of gaining a majority; then he could commit some real tyranny on those who opposed goodness.

In the election, Gaston narrowly secured another even smaller minority government. He hated the idea that the people would say no to him. He extended his medicine mandates to include people who delivered food for a living – Uber Munch, Delivery-O & Skip the Liberty, and declared that their drivers would need to get the medicine if they wanted to feed the people trapped at home.

This time the people had had enough. They had become completely reliant on home delivery during the lockdowns, and had forgotten how to feed themselves. They organized and gathered together under Gaston’s Imperial balcony and booed him when he appeared that Sunday to address the nation. Gaston declared them all ‘Racists’ & ‘White Supremacists’ and vowed that he would take everything away from them.

The next morning he told the Police of Infinite Justice and Goodness to create a threat that would allow Gaston to impose martial law. Then he got Royal state media to declare that there were people who wanted to hurt his government and that he would need to use special powers to deal with them. These powers were usually saved for war, but as far as Gaston was concerned this was WAR.

The Police of Infinite Justice and Goodness took four men from one of the protests and accused them of being revolutionaries. Gaston threw them in jail and declared martial law. He also announced that anyone who dared to protest against him would be crushed by his Royal cavalry.

After weeks of protest in the main square under the very balcony that Gaston waved from each Sunday, thousands of protesters, including many elderly and children, stood peacefully in the snow reciting prayers as Gaston’s Infinite Justice and Goodness moved in and began beating them to the ground with clubs and trampling them under horses. The fresh blood of the good people of Peopleland decorated the snow as his police officers took to social media to boast of their brutality and how the overtime was paying for their swimming pools.

Gaston had finally become a real dictator, just like his real father. Now he had supreme power and the people were terrified. He sat back to savour this moment… He loved the feeling of crushing the people and could now see why his real father had enjoyed it so much.

Gaston vowed to destroy all those who dared stand against him. He announced that his government would seize all their property, including their children, and freeze the bank accounts of all those involved. His deputy minister – the one whose grandfather had accidentally been a Nazi – announced that anyone who donated more than $25 to the protests would also be cut off from their money, rendering them unable to support or feed themselves or their family.

However, Gaston did not consider the effects his actions might have on Peopleland, or that international investors might become nervous and start pulling their money out of the Trans-Islamic Republic of Peopleland, concerned that it might also be confiscation by the Gaston regime.

Gaston didn’t know it yet, but he had just overstepped the mark. In just five days the Royal Bank of Peopleland lost $8 billion as nervous international investors did exactly that, whilst the people of Peopleland also started pulling their money out of the banks in protest.

The Reptile Club who ran the banks immediately called Gaston and instructed him to cancel martial law, concerned that the bank run in Peopleland could spread to other Reptile Club nations and cause their entire financial empire to collapse.

The next day, Gaston was forced by his reptilian overlords to cancel martial law and reassure everyone that their money was safe in Peopleland. This put an end to the financial losses, but in brutally suppressing the protests against him, Gaston had revealed himself as a petulant and vengeful boy king who was willing to destroy anyone who dared to say ‘No’.

The Rise & Fall of Gaston the Incredible: Part Two

Barry Bollywood

Few people knew it at the time, but Gaston was just one of many young leaders who had been recruited & trained to represent the Reptile Club – an elite group of powerful people who had big ideas about how the future should look for the little people of the world.

He was assigned a mentor – a wise old man who had accidentally worked for the Nazis in World War Two. George, or Emperor Palpatine to his friends, had a lot of money and was looking at spending it on creating the perfect society. Gaston was only too happy to help – he loved big ideas. He also liked the idea of ruling without other people getting in the way with boring stuff like representation.

Gaston’s policy miracles were getting bigger and more sophisticated, and as they did they became more expensive – $2 billion for this; several billion for that; $3 billion to design a new flag for Sudan; $5 billion in pregnancy kits for Afghanistan, and $30 billion in gender neutral artillery shells for Khazaria which was acting as a launderette for the Reptile Club.

In order to pay for all these feats of policy Gaston had to take more and more money from the people by raising taxes. He taxed the people of Peopleland when they earned money; he taxed them when they spent money, and then he taxed them for simply being alive. He called this The Carbon Tax – a tax on anything made out of carbon – people, plants, pets etc. If it moved or breathed, it paid tax to Gaston.

Soon Gaston was taking more from his people than the feudal lords of medieval Europe had taken from their subjects. He taxed them so heavily in order to fund his noble & virtuous projects that he had to instruct his royal state media to ban the use of the word ‘feudal’, and label anyone who continued to use the term a ‘Nazi’.

To keep the illusion of his policy miracles flowing, Gaston was forced to divide the people of Peopleland into those who were ‘good’ and those who were ‘bad’. I was quite simple: those who were good supported his policies, and those that did not were bad.

He told his state funded media and police – the Royal Police of Incredible Justice – as he had declared them, to start looking for people who were not willing to repeat the lie of his magic and did not share his view of the perfect society. Royal state media then branded these people ‘White Supremacists’.

About this time rumours started circulating that Gaston’s real father was not Pierre the Bastard, but in fact the communist revolutionary, Marco Cubano – the leader of the cane sugar republic of Muy Povertino. Cubano was an even bigger bastard than Pierre the Bastard, and Gaston’s mother was well known for both her anarchic libido and penchant for pantomime villains.

It also emerged that whilst Gaston had been at Clown school in Montreal teaching children how to light farts, that he’d also been unofficially instructing young women in the art of lovemaking. However, it turns out that Gaston had not checked all their I.D’s carefully enough, and at least one of them had been a child. Ooops! Gaston had paid the family $2 million not to mention it again.

Then just as the dust was settling on these scandals, and less than a year after he had banned black boot polish for being ‘racist’, videos emerged of Gaston as a child covered in boot polish singing the Al Jolson classic ‘Mammy’.

It transpires that even as a young child Gaston could not be left alone with boot polish. He had told his mother that he identified as Saladin – the destroyer of Christendom. To which she had replied ‘That’s nice dear’. Little did she know that as Imperial Emperor, Gaston would spread lies about dead native children that would result in the burning down of 95 churches.

Any one of these scandals would have ended the career of Brian the Boring I, II or even III, but Gaston was special. The old rules did not apply to him because in the new Trans-Islamic Republic of Peopleland, the Royal state media, the police and the judges all served the emperor rather than the people. The Royal state media did not mention these scandals, and if they were forced to, they made excuses for Gaston; the Royal Police of Incredible Justice pretended they were busy tackling transphobia, and all the judges said they were having lunch at the time – paid for by Gaston of course.

However, despite all this institutional support, the people were now slowly starting to see through Gaston’s sophistry, and some even started booing him when he appeared on the palace balcony to wave at the people. For each one of those who dared to boo him, there were another ten who had grown tired of Gaston’s high tax reign. Gaston had the royal state media brand anyone who dared boo him as ‘Transphobic’.

In the next election Gaston narrowly secured power, and had to seek another party who enjoyed an equally loose relationship with reality in order to form a coalition.

Barry Bollywood – the leader of the Diet-Soviet Party and former Punjabi Ken Doll was the obvious choice. His party sang the same songs of inclusive diversity that Gaston’s party sang, and like Gaston, he also lived in a world where money wasn’t real and actions did not have consequences.

In many ways Barry Bollywood was worse that Gaston. Gaston was a petulant boy king who would throw tantrums at the people and have them thrown in prison when they didn’t love him enough, but Bollywood was a cynical grifter and a fraud. He employed political opportunism to increase his power and wealth whilst pretending to care about the poor people who supported him. He drove expensive sports cars, wore expensive watches, and his wife danced around in Tik-Tok videos wearing gold jewellery whilst the victims of Gaston’s policies lined up for food in the snow.

But as far as Gaston was concerned, Barry Bollywood and his Diet-Soviet Party would re-legitimize Gaston’s waning rule and allow him to continue being divine Imperial Emperor.

Gaston had a meeting with Bollywood in the gold room of the palace, and over a Rolex catalogue asked him what it would take to secure the support of his party. Bollywood told Gaston that all he was looking for was free toothbrushes for everyone in The Trans-Islamic Republic of Peopleland… and maybe a Rolex for his trouble.

‘Free toothbrushes?’ Gaston asked, his voice almost breaking in excitement and disbelief. ‘Free toothbrushes in return for supreme power you say?’ Gaston could not believe his luck. It was like doing business with a child – he felt like the first Conquistador to land in Peru; trading sacks of gold in return for cheap glass beads. Bollywood may have been a cynical political operative, but he clearly had no understanding of the power he had, nor how negotiations worked, and as Gaston noted, was easily distracted by shiny objects.

Despite this imbalance, Gaston and Bollywood enjoyed a bromance of political opportunism – they were like a couple of Siamese twins conjoined by poor policies and economic illiteracy – neither could rule without the other. Gaston proposed even higher taxes and Barry Bollywood’s Diet Soviet Party rubber stamped it just as long as it made the people more dependent on the state.

Both knew that this model was unsustainable long term unless they could somehow enslave the people fully and convince them that it was in their best interests. Then, as if by magic, in the winter of the following year in a far off land came the opportunity the Reptile Club and their young leaders so desperately sought.

The Rise & Fall of Gaston the Incredible: Part One

The People of Peopleland

For generations the people of Peopleland had been happy in their beautiful country. It was a peaceful country – crime was low, the standard of living was high, and they had everything they needed – lots of water, land and resources.

The people of Peopleland were sensible, very sensible and a little bit boring. They liked to keep themselves to themselves, but would be the first to help others if they were in need. Peopleland was a good country, everyone liked them and their societal model was the envy of every other nation.

The problem was that people of Peopleland had a deep-seated insecurity about their identity; they worried a lot about what other people thought of them. Their international reputation was the most important thing to them; they guarded it night and day and celebrated it at every opportunity, but this insecurity was about to get them into a lot of trouble.

They were ruled over by a grey man called Brian, ‘Brian the Boring’ as he was known, who came from a long line of leaders, all called Brian and all very boring. Brian was as sensible and boring as his name suggests – he had weepy eyes, grey Playmobile hair and dressed like a suburban realtor, but he was sensible with money and made sure Peopleland remained safe and stable.

During the reign of Brian, the people came to believe that their society was so safe and stable that practically anyone could run it. They were also bored of being safe and grey; they wanted some excitement. They wanted a leader who reflected who they would like to be, not who their parents were.

The new leader of the opposition party was called Gaston Dubois – or ‘Gaston the Incredible’ as he was to become known; a good looking young man who spoke in a magical language and of new ideas like ‘inclusion’ and ‘diversity’. Plus he could also do cool tricks like walk on his hands and juggle jelly.

Gaston promised to make Peopleland better than good, he promised to make it awesome. He told the people that ‘diversity was strength’ and that under his rule it would become even more valuable than gold.

And so at the next election, in an attempt to make their country even better than good, the people decided to cast off their safe boring leader who could do maths, for someone who reflected their desire to be exciting and edgy.

Some voted for Gaston because he could do cool tricks, others because he was handsome and believed that having a good-looking young leader would improve their international reputation – it was mainly the women and gays who did this.

“Gaston is our leader!” they would shout over the fence at their neighbours to the south, which made them feel superior and gave them a warm glow inside. They had a leader that was young and handsome, and full of modern ideas – what more could a people want from a leader?

Yet, despite his father, Pierre the Bastard also being leader, Gaston was not really qualified for the position and responsibilities that came with ruling a nation. Instead of studying economics at university and running his own business, Gaston had been to clown school in Montreal where he had taught kids how to light farts. Then upon graduating he was recruited by the Reptile Club based out of Davos, Switzerland to be part of their international travelling circus, Globo-Gimps.

In the early days of Gaston’s reign, the world media marvelled at this new brand of leader who looked and smelt good. He really did represent a new breed of leaders for a social media era – one based almost entirely on the dermis of a manicured image.

Gaston entertained the older more experienced world leaders at important summits with tricks he had picked up in circus school. He challenged the elderly leader of Germany to a press-up competition, and the Communist Party Chairman of China to a game of ping pong.

At home the people loved it! The royal state press in Peopleland fawned over his every antic. State media loved Gaston and he loved them back – the more money he gave them, the more nice things they wrote and said about him.

‘Has there ever been a greater leader?’ they opined as they penned endorsement after endorsement at the awesomeness of not just Gaston, but the moral superiority of Peopleland over other less advanced nations who were still trapped in outdated ideas such as family, gender and God.

‘We are truly the greatest people who have ever lived’ they scribbled daily as Gaston increased their funding yet further.

Eventually, even Gaston started to believe all the great things he paid the royal media to say about him.

‘Am I beautiful?’ He would ask them, to which they would reply ‘Sire, a beauty more beguiling dare not exist… for you are the emperor of all goodness, and beauty lays a carpet of petals before you.’

If there was one thing that Gaston liked above all else it was to dress up. He loved to dress up so much, that when he visited a foreign country they would have to hide the dressing up box. ‘Bring me the dressing up box’ he would demand. ‘Is this your national dress?’

Then he would ‘bless’ & ‘honour’ his hosts by dressing up and dancing around in their national costume for his royal media back home.

One of Gaston’s new ideas around this time was to replace People Day – the day when people came together to celebrate Peopleland – with Gay Day. He declared People Day ‘racist’ and Gay Day awesome.

He attended the first official Gay Day in the capital dressed in a tight fitting pink linen shirt, but got so carried away with all the excitement that he let go of the stroller carrying his children as he rushed to embrace a clutch of drag queens.

This act of letting go of his own children in order to embrace glorious degeneracy became such an iconic image of Gaston’s reign that he had a statue of the event built in the central square where the childless went to walk their dogs.

It also heralded the start of Gaston’s ‘Divine Ministry’ years, during which Gaston performed many secular miracles which defied all reason – he turned boys into girls, and girls into boys; he declared the religion of perpetual violence to be the religion of peace, and announced that Peopleland could spend as much money as they wanted to because… ‘the budget would balance itself.’

As time went on the miracles of public policy got more elaborate, complex and dangerous. He announced that the religion of perpetual violence and people who did not know if they were a boy or a girl would live harmoniously side by side in the utopia he was building – that they would tolerate and respect each other despite them being completely incompatible because they respected and loved him.

Gaston changed the word ‘mankind’ to ‘peoplekind’, and renamed Peopleland:

‘The Democratic Trans-Islamic Republic of Peopleland.’

The people marvelled at Gaston’s ability to perform such impossibilities. Not only was he an awesome leader, but he was also a magician who could cast spells that created alternate realities that existed outside of natural law, reason or precedent. These were the glory years – the peak of Gaston’s popularity and power. From here on in, the road that Gaston and his people would travel would become more congested.

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The Sin of Pattern Recognition

Christian Zionists – Trading Heaven for Rocks in the Desert.

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The End

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The Devil Collects

Protectionist Canada

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A Return To The Age of Empires

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