Can you imagine being a Canadian? I mean, can you even imagine it? What it's like living as a Canadian day by day, every day, day after day?
Sometimes I gaze out across the Pacific and I consider what has been built here, on this scrape of volcanic rock, the society, the culture, the people, the nation, and compare it to Canada.
Imagine having a country so vast. Imagine those vast tracts of land. Limitless. Imagine a people with every resource you could ever dream of. Sprawling forests. Geysers of oil. Seas of gold, and silver, and precious gems. A virgin paradise. Imagine a population so small living in such a land, so few that every single citizen could live like a king, nay, an emperor.
Now imagine that 99% of that land, that wealth, is owned by your government, who lavish it on foreigners imported to replace you while your fortune dwindles, and everyone is kept penned in together on tiny tracts of land next to the world's only superpower.
Yes, America. When we say the government owns it all, we really mean the power behind the throne. Canadians serve the United States as chattel slaves, happily gorging themselves on Hollywood slop, so devoid of identity or culture the sole lodestone of their entire being is "Not American" all while living from cradle to grave in service of Wall Street and Washington and the Pentagon and Los Angeles.
And they do so willingly. Some countries had to be conquered with armies and nuclear bombs. Canadians came willingly.
They came willingly.
Imagine a whole nation being so cuckolded in their souls, to the core of their very being, that they would surrender to a country that never even declared war on them, that never even noticed them.
Imagine being so weak. Imagine being so pathetic. Imagine being a Canadian.
Death would be a mercy.
