I knew Canada was sinking when Trudeau seized a majority, grinning as the foundations cracked beneath us.
I knew Canada was lost when politicians turned their backs on small businesses and the working class, tossing them aside like yesterday’s headlines.
I knew Canada was broken when criminals walked free, but legal gun owners became the enemy.
I knew Canada was corrupted when coercion replaced choice, and lies fueled the fire of forced compliance.
I knew Canada was heartless when my father—frail, vulnerable—was punished for simply struggling to breathe.
I knew Canada was doomed when I buried friends, victims of despair—suicide, overdose, and the cold embrace of MAiD.
I knew Canada had fallen when peaceful voices were met with boots and batons, their cries drowned out by the roar of state power.
I knew Canada was shackled when every politician read from the same script—lockdowns, vaccines, immigration, Ukraine, climate mandates—like actors in a soulless play.
I knew Canada was complicit when Bill C-4 passed without a whisper of dissent.
I knew Canada was forsaken when the media became our accusers, the politicians our oppressors, and the world our audience, shaking their heads.
I knew Canada was beyond saving when its people cheered their own chains.
I know Canada is in trouble. I see it, I hear it, I feel it—every single day.
And I know this warning will fall, like so many before it, on ears unwilling to listen.
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I know this warning will fall, like so many before it, on ears unwilling to listen.