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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 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.