Canada, Trudough’s post national state with no core values is the world’s wokest country. Consider this:
Prime Minister Justin Trudeau will be spending $110 million in taxpayer funding on anti-racism and DEI consultants to fight what the Liberals consider the endemic problem of racism at the heart of Canadian society.
The minister of diversity, inclusion and persons with disabilities, (we actually have a minister for this??)Kamal Khera, revealed details during a press conference on Saturday. Saturday? Everyone is sleeping in!
I hope they start with themselves because this government is probably the most racist in all of our history.
Whitey Anglo need not apply. I worked in Ottawa for 12 years. Unilingual Anglos are discriminated against at every level of government. All of the important positions are held by French Canadians. Ottawa is a proxy for the Province of Quebec. They run Canada.
Why would anyone send their children to this Canadian Univershity:
The Centre for Indegogy at Wilfred Laurier University, Waterloo, Canada offers a two-day module: What on earth is Indegogy? A know what Pedagogy is but Indeegogy? Turns out:
Participants will be introduced and consider how to teach decolonizing knowledge from a conscious and methodological approach.
Participants will begin to recognize how imperialism, colonialism, capitalism, and racism underpin colonization.
Build an understanding of a systemic and structural approach to colonization toward facilitating decolonizing knowledge.
Participants will be engaged in circle methodology to envision decolonial practices.
Read the part above about systemic racism. De colonization is code for a racist approach to undermine White Canadians of Anglo Saxon heritage. How racist can you get?
Canada is slipping into toxic insanity.
By the way, Sir Wilfred Laurier was one of the most racist Prime Ministers that Canada ever had. Worse than John A but he is glorified. Why? Because he was a Liberal. John A was a Conservative.
Where have I seen that before? Oh yeah, BLM, Black Panther salute.
No difference from this:
The desired end state is the same………………HATRED.
Leadership in Canada on full display by Canada’s ex Green Party Leader Elizabeth May:
Treason anyone?
Apparently gardening is racist, so no more gardening allowed.
Would you rather see this?
Or this:
No Mow May or June, or July, August and September
That house will soon be sold as a fire sale.
Woke-ism equates to insanity. I guess Canada’s anti racism strategy will address gardens in our cities.
Never mind LGBTQ groups a-broad, we’re being shafted royally by our Prime Minister. I have only one question for him…WHY!
Trudeau government to give $1.7 million in funding for LGBTQ groups abroad…WHY?
Canadian anti-Israel protesters has absolutely no original thought. Only after about 3 weeks of continuous anti-Israel protest of the GAZA war across US Univershity camp-whusses do Canadian professional protesters wake up to the fact and establish its own across Canada Univershity camp-whuss protests. Here at McMaster:
And, believe it or not, this one gets community support. If you support HAMAS, you support terror. Simple.
Univershity of Toronto
Remember when Trudough accused all Canadians of that most heinous crime of genocide? That was the day that I no longer considered myself a Canadian under this narcissistic, virtual signaling ball-less leader. His understanding of Christian church burning was another blow to my sense of justice and rule of law in this country.
Three years after reports of indigenous mass graves triggered the torching or vandalism of 85-plus churches, no graves have been found.
His denouncement of antisemitism and support for Islam ensures a favorable outcome from two voting blocks in Canada. He lacks backbone and has no leadership ability.
From Rex Murphy who died this week at the age of 77. Nat Post article:
After eight years as prime minister, Trudeau is presented with a singular, historic and essential moral choice to make. He has a moment to make clear to the world what that choice is. The choice: to stand with democratic Israel, to rebut the insolent lies about genocide and apartheid, to name Hamas for the total sadistic villain it is. To scream to the world condemning the defilement, rape and murder of Israeli woman and girls. And to dismiss the moronic and morally unstable students on Canadian campuses and their infatuation with a terrorist organization. And beyond all to furiously condemn antisemitism and have no truck at all with those who harbour that diseased practice of the world’s most hateful losers.
Do you think he’ll make that choice, those choices? Not very likely. There are plastic bags to ban, military men’s rooms to be stocked with tampons, gay monuments to plan. All these greatly surpass in Trudeau‘s world some distant friction in the history Middle East and the minor discomfits.
Our Prime Minister. You gets what you votes for.
Canada’s global affairs minister Melanie Joly and Jewish Liberal MP shaking hands with Abbas, the Leader of the Palestinian Authority and HAMAS supporter. Shameful.
Chan Romero, the writer and original performer of this song, recently passed away.
Our military today…under our illustrious leader, Trudough.
It has begun:
(Ontario) NDP MPPs walk out of Queen’s Park in defiance of keffiyeh ban.
The new Univershity anthem: HAMAS, HAMAS – you bet your Ahsss!
I see your 1.5 kids infidel, but I raise you 10! Canadian Sharia Law here I come. In this world of ours, evil is good and good is evil!
The “Islamophobia” alerts are really flashing red in Australia.
This started with a Muslim teen stabbing a bishop in Sydney, Australia. That led to the arrests of 7 Muslim teens. It turned out that they wanted to go on a rampage killing Jews.
And now a white teen 16-year-old convert to Islam stabbed a man in the back in Perth and was shot dead by police.
The authorities and the media are assuring us that he was “mentally unstable”, but there seems to be a particular outbreak of “mental instability” involving Muslim teens and knives.
Surely this is a pattern that only an ‘Islamophobe’ would notice.
The leader of the Free World talks with the mentor of today’s Univershity protestors.
I was 9 and in grade 5 when this came out.:
Biden is definitely in the 20th Century, while the rest of us are in the 21st.
Now we know exactly where this Canadian government of ours stands on the Israeli-HAMAS war. And she will take a carton of Timmy’s with her to give to the Palestinian people.
And this in London:
More Than 200,000 Pro-Palestinian Protestors March Through London Chanting Support for Houthi Rebel Attacks
HAMAS has to be eradicated. My belief is that this terror group has probably killed the remaining hostages. If you support HAMAS and the Palestinians then you support terror.
Divershity in Canada:
Spinelessness is Canada’s strength:
Last week, Trudeau and Foreign Affairs Minister Mélanie Joly ( our very own valley girl) colluded on a statement outlining Canada’s position on South Africa launching a genocide claim against Israel at the International Court of Justice (ICJ).
In one breath they say that they do not support South Africa’s claim that Israel is guilty of genocide against the Palestinian people. But on the other hand (or side of their mouths) they support the International Court of Justice and any ruling that they may come to with respect to South Africa’s claim.
It is time to get out of the UN.
But then again, it should be expected in Canada with a voting population like we have:
Six Pack Joe Canadian.
“The danger to Canada is not Justin Trudeau, but a citizenry capable of entrusting a man like him with being Prime Minister. It will be far easier to limit and undo the follies of a Trudeau government than to restore the necessary common sense and good judgment to a depraved electorate willing to have such a man for their prime minister. The problem is much deeper and far more serious than Trudeau, who is a mere symptom of what ails Canada. Blaming the prince of the fools should not blind anyone to the vast confederacy of fools that made him their prince. The country can survive a Trudeau, who is, after all, merely a fool. It is less likely to survive a multitude of fools, such as those who made him their Prime minister.” This from a Czech newspaper article.
“Hey, as long as I have my six pack of Molson Canadian, Doritos and Hockey Night in Canada I am one happy camper.”This from the average voting age Canadian male.
“His (Trudeau) hair is sooo dreamy.”This from the average voting age female.
Canada is doomed unless we wake up to the folly of our current leadership in this country.
Typical:
Last year, Trudeau’s former advisor and long time pal Gerald Butts blamed climate change for the forest fires that were started by arsonists across Canada.
Butts, along with several Liberal MPs, regularly connects the forest fires in Canada to man-made climate change.
One Twitter user asked Butts to comment on the fact that a man in Alberta was arrested last month for intentionally starting at least 10 fires around Cold Lake.
Butts responded by calling the user a “climate denier.”
Eco-terrorists.
We are being deceived big time.
Great song, haunting sax, they just don’t make them like this anymore:
The genesis of the Rideau Canal: A poem by John Morrison.
The Rideau Canal
The curtain does fall so majestic and proud
Such a natural wonder, so gracious a shroud
As if a powerful train of glory descends
As a continuous fall at the Outaouais end
A fire alights from the south it did spread
To the north like a plague through its heart it has bled
With a mawkish like cry for freedom and joy
But freedom’s best chance was a fraudulent ploy
From a flicker of flame to a firestorm bred
Death escalates through a life cycle of dread
And taming this shrew with its penchant for blood
Was a foolish man’s bait for poor Madison’s club
Yet the fire would spread in its harrowing scene
From a spark it would roar with a devilish scream
From Niagara on east, to a Forty Mile Creek
To a nondescript farm and a Chateauguay sneak
From Queenstown to Lundy, Detroit and the Thames
The Boxer and Enterprise, surrender of Maine
Through Ohio and Plattsburg, to a Moravian town
The war it did rage for Miss Liberty’s crown
Cities would fall and the towns they would burn
First Newark then York; it was Washington’s turn
War’s firebrand eyes thrust farther to yield
And finally burn in an Orleans field
What came but a draw in this foolish man’s quest
For power and glory are such meaningless guests
Whatever the gain from the lives that were lost
For the hawkish bent men who lied at great cost
And the curtain still fell, so majestic and proud
As if sensing the chaos, so soothing its sound
Like the rapturous strains of a torrent, transcends
To emerge as a call at the Outaouais end
***
The years fell away and the anger did wane
Rush-Baggot had calmed such a petulant strain
An American age brought prosperity’s peace
As a confidant pace of change was unleashed
But the land to the north so upright and proud
Was paranoid still to the south’s freedom sound
A country that cried for security’s calm
Yet stands all alone ‘gainst a threatening psalm
But this land full of lakes and rivers and streams
Was a natural course for a military dream
For fear set in stride a magnificent quest
To build a canal that was strategically blessed
While the mighty St Laurence was a natural draw
It was fraught with real danger from its rapid rock falls
And upstream it ran from a thunderous roar
Too close to the south with its threatening core
And the Ottawa ran to St Laurence’s call
To strike from the north and a western landfall
An historical route that opened the west
Where the traders would meet at the curtain for rest
Yet two rivers did run from a common high ground
To the south and the north from Lake Rideau their sound
From the shallows and falls through the marshes and swamps
From King’s town to Wright’s town, two rivers as one
To build a canal through this wilderness screams
Of a madness and curse of the military’s dream
A task so immense, so daunting and brash
That only the British could fathom this task
But the British did find a man of the Corp
A Wellington man from the Peninsular War
A man who had held the Canadian Shield
So right for this task with indefatigable zeal
John By was a Colonel and a leader of men
Ahead of his time and a genius, well bred
An engineer’s man with a passionate streak
For simplicity’s beauty with its functional speak
With orders to build a navigable course
From the Outaouais south to St Laurence’s source
To rise from a bay named the Entrance – way crept
Up flight after flight, like some nautical step
A plan was developed and contracts were signed
Engineering so simple with symmetrical lines
Pure genius at work with a heavenly hand
To guide and instruct a magnanimous man
With Drummond and Redpath, Phillips, MacKay
Canadian contractors, strong men of their day
These artists of stone were men of their word
So forthright and loyal to the Colonel’s accord
The sappers and miners and mason’s stones lay
Stonecutters and woodmen, all of the trades
For comfort, their spirit; their love of the crown
Romantic and colourful, these men of the realm
But the marvelous work that was soon to unfold
Was dependent upon the poor labourer’s code
The back wrenching work to clear out the land
And dig such a ditch with just spades in their hands
Such men from hard times, forever were cursed
To fight for survival and work through their thirst
Through backbreaking strains as their calloused hands scream
As they toiled and they toiled for this military dream
The Frenchmen held sway with their skill and savvy
So noble these men and their role as navvies
Independent of mind with a will to succeed
Just pride in their work and their songs and their deeds
But an Irishman’s fate to arrive at this place
To rescue one’s life from some wretched like fate
The scourge of the earth in the Englishman’s eye
Forgotten at home, they severed all ties
For a pestilence spread to drive them afar
From an emerald isle to this devil’s back yard
Though beauty may rest on the eye from beyond
A hellish nightmare was reality’s song
Just rags on their backs with their wives by their side
With children so weak from starvation and pride
A thousand would fall from a dengueish like hue
And die from this work’s laborious flu
Poor brothers would cry as their graves had been marked
So blind to the danger and the peril from sparks
As the powder was set with a magical link
Their lives were extinguished from the death blast’s cruel drink
And the lakes and the streams, swift water, rock falls
Were captured and tamed by this engineer’s call
Magnificent feats what By had achieved
In this harsh, hellish wilderness was hard to conceive
The entrance way blessed by a protestant prayer
The first stone was set by John Franklin with care
Not mindful as yet that his greatness was cast
To die in the north from the Arctic’s cold blast
The curse of Hog’s Back; an Isthmus scourge
The tranquility of Chaffey’s; Long Island was purged
At Burritt’s and Black, these rapids were tamed
And Merrickville’s beauty, a religious refrain
With names like Poonamalie, with its cedar incense
An Indian aura in a wilderness sense
Opinicon’s names and a Cranberry fog
The curse of the labourer to die in this bog
The dam at the falls known locally as Jones
Is a testament still to its magnificent stone
Block upon block in a crescent like stance
Like a rampart of genius or an engineer’s dance
The work underway, six years to progress
The locks were completed and the dams were well dressed
Through steamy hot summers, through sweat and death’s fear
Through winter’s ice jams; hell’s nightmare those years
The locks and the dams, wastewater and weirs
The cut at the entrance, eight steps to the piers
The breadth of this work remains unfathomable, sealed
As a masterpiece set in the Canadian Shield
***
The threat from the south was all but contained
For the status quo boundary was all that was gained
From the firestorm set in those years long ago
Extinguished for good as a friendship would grow
Poor tragedy’s mark on this cornerstone lay
On the heart of a man who held the Rideau at bay
Called back by a King who questioned his deed
A question of funds from some zealot to heed
An inquiry would set the tone through the years
To diminish By’s feats; he was ignored by his peers
His spirit would die from his countrymen’s chill
And not from the bog or the Isthmus ills
Yet his legacy flows for our nation to see
A wonderment still, a magnificent deed
To balance such beauty with a functional stream
Through a Canadian wilderness with just minimal means
But the jewel in the crown of this engineer’s quest
Was not the canal or his technical best
For a town had been born in the Outaouais scene
In this land full of lakes and rivers and streams
By the Barracks Hill shanty near the Sapper’s stone bend
A magnificent tower of peace would ascend
From a lower town swamp to an upper town’s view
A great city would grow with great values imbued
For this capital’s crown of achievement remains
From the peaceful green flow of the Rideau, contained
The seeds of a city and a national theme
To build a great country with the freedom to dream
And the curtain still falls, so majestic and proud
Like a sentinel’s call or a passionate bow
For the genius who toiled on the Outaouais scene
And left such a mark with this beautiful stream
Copyright John Morrison 2005
This song by the recently passed Canadian musical icon, Gordon Lightfoot, tells the tail of another national project that became the lifeline and foundation of the modern Canadian nation.
Kurofune and other books I have written. Good reads with great reviews.