It seems to me that many underappreciate the enormous significance of what is going on in Canada as we speak. We read about the giant convoy of truckers descending on the capital city of Ottawa (incidentally the *second* coldest capital in the world - you can guess what city is first in the comments). We discuss, we rejoice, we celebrate. But do we REALLY comprehend the importance of what is going on? I don’t think so. Let me briefly sketch out why.
In the United States, most of the progress made against the Covid bio-tyranny has been made via two routes: 1) the strong independent stance of Republican run states, with Florida in the vanguard and 2) with the help of those rare courts not yet beholden to ideology, mainly the Supreme Court of the United States and a few uncontaminated appellate courts. These victories are significant and will help lead us out of our current morass.
In the UK, it seems that Boris Johnson’s government has been forced into the corner and a complete U-Turn - abolishing covidism in toto - was the logical way out. It probably won’t save Johnson’s career but the Conservative government can claim they’re walking away with at least a tiny shred of dignity left.
Australia and New Zealand are no longer democratic countries in any real sense. New Zealand, run by the ghoulish Jacinda Ardern, is a pliable little puppet of the CCP. The Australian tyranny we see on our screens, now apparently being enhanced by isolation camp run by black clad kapos, is sickening to see. The only thing being thrown on the “barbie” is civil society.
Canada is the only country in the Anglosphere - indeed, in the world - where a true grassroot revolution is taking place. They’re mad as hell and they’re not going to take it anymore.
The last time I recall a similar revolution taking place was in 1989 when the Berlin Wall fell and when a million citizens of Czechoslovakia gathered in Wenceslas Square in Prague, holding candles and jangling their keys, as Communist Party apparatchiks huddled in smoke-filled backrooms and weighed the possibility of shooting live rounds into the crowd - which thankfully never happened. In Berlin, the Wall simply collapsed overnight, as guards had not been given clear orders on how to handle the throngs (which would not have been possible anyway) and tens of thousands streamed into West Berlin, drunk on freedom. Prague and Berlin transitioned to freedom relatively painlessly. Not so Bucharest, where the Communist tyrant Nicolae Ceausescu held a December rally when the crowd turned on him, without warning and without mercy. The exasperation and hatred accumulated during 45 years of barbarous oppression and merciless persecution welled up in people’s chests and the crowd went for the kill. Ceausescu was court-martialed and executed, along with his wife, both of them defiant to the very end, protesting their innocence and screaming at their executioners. Their end may have been barbaric, though far less so than the manner in which they had treated their fellow Romanians.
Justin Trudeau is no Ceausescu (except perhaps in his own mind) But the calamity he has wrought on his country - until March 2020 one of the richest, most prosperous places in the world, a haven for immigrants and a beacon of tolerance, order and good governance - has been horrendous. I no longer recognize the country which has been my home for almost 30 years and where all my family still lives. But payback, as they say, is a bitch, and it seems that some old primal spirit has been awoken in Canada. Many American bien pensants think of the country as more “progressive”, “tolerant” and “accepting” than the United States and perhaps, by their definition, it is. But they - and we - have forgotten what it took to build a modern country in a climate as harsh and unforgiving as Canada’s, on territory so vast. It wasn’t the Toronto upper crust lawyers, the Montreal coffee shop intellectuals or the Vancouver artistes who had built the country. The country was built by tough, rough-and-ready French trappers portaging the wilderness of Northern Quebec and Ontario, by the lumberjacks of British Columbia, by the weather-beaten farmers on the endless Canadian prairie and by fearless fishermen and seal hunters of Nova Scotia and Newfoundland.
This is the spirit our modern day truckers embody: the spirit of fortitude and tenacity without which nothing could have been built in this enormous country that stretches from the Atlantic to the Arctic Ocean and to the Pacific. Their fortitude is fueled by their love of liberty which has been stolen from them and from us - but unlike the rest of us, these brave men have found a way to fight back the champagne-sipping tyranny of the elites. They are now crossing the 3500 mile stretch from Vancouver to Ottawa to let Mr. Trudeau know that he cannot steal the people’s freedom and expect to get away with it. No sir, not in the Great White North!
While I lived in Toronto, every November 11 - Remembrance Day - at 11 o’clock in the morning I would have my TV on and watch the remembrance ceremonies on Parliament Hill. There were speeches and surviving veterans of Canada’s wars were duly assembled. To start the ceremony, the Canadian anthem was sung, as the Maple Leaf fluttered in the icy November wind. And my throat would tighten and my eyes would well up as I sang along with the following stanza:
GOD KEEP OUR LAND
GLORIOUS AND FREE
OH, CANADA, WE STAND ON GUARD FOR THEE
These truckers understand what “glorious and free” means and they are making sure Canada, as well as all the rest of us, do all it can to remain free. Because freedom IS glorious
The day the convoy came through Winnipeg we were the coldest place in Canada. We stood outside for 3 hours in -27. 2 hours spent waving and cheering as the convoy rolled by. I took this video at the longitudinal center of Canada. (Froze my hands) better tham any Canada Day!! Proud of the truckers and the masses who have been cheering them on!!
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Well written!! Gives me hope!!