The Warden Changes, But the Chains Stay On

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Canada is no longer a country in any meaningful sense. It’s a stage. A grim, overacted political circus where the clowns wear expensive suits and the ringmasters speak in hollow platitudes. We’re not governed — we’re managed. Kept docile, distracted, and divided while the real machinery of control hums just beneath the surface.

The illusion is slick. Elections come and go. Promises are made. A new leader steps into the spotlight, waves to the crowd, says all the right things — about fairness, about justice, about “building a better future.” But nothing ever changes. Because the Warden isn’t the one writing the rules. He’s just a well-dressed figurehead of a prison that’s been industrialized into something far more efficient: a labor colony dressed up as a democracy.

The truth is uncomfortable, even repulsive. But look closely — it’s there in every overworked nurse clocking out of a double shift at a collapsing hospital. It’s in every evicted tenant shivering in a tent city while luxury condos sit half-empty. It’s in every smiling news anchor who somehow never questions the billionaires, but always scolds the broke.

This isn’t a broken system. It’s a fully functional trap.

You work. You consume. You struggle. And while you scramble for scraps, the owners — the real owners — stack the deck higher and higher. Offshore accounts. Private islands. Lobbyists with deeper access than any citizen ever will. These people aren’t scared of a new Prime Minister. They already bought the next one.

The scary part isn’t that we’ve been lied to. The scary part is that most people know, deep down, that something is horribly wrong — but the system is so massive, so entrenched, that resistance feels like screaming into a hurricane. So we cope. We tune out. We scroll, vote, complain, repeat.

Meanwhile, the walls grow higher.

So go ahead. Celebrate the next Warden. Cheer for your favorite party. Pretend that casting a ballot is enough to steer a machine that doesn’t even have a steering wheel anymore.

But just remember: Warden or not, we’re still in the cage.

And it’s getting smaller.

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