Canada is dead. In its place is a hell-hole—literally. Let me explain in this week’s edition of “Isn’t That Ironic?”.
Some of you just celebrated Canada Day. I can’t bring myself to do it anymore. I grew up in Canada. It was a great place. But it doesn’t exist anymore. It’s just a nostalgic memory now.
Canada was a country where people were generally loving, kind, helpful, honest, hardworking, accepting, forgiving. A country where you could speak your mind. Open discussion and critical thinking were welcomed. Different points of view were accepted. On our school debating team, we openly debated abortion, the Vietnam War, marijuana, and all the great controversial issues of the day. Ornery old men and anachronistic old ideas were chuckled at with that wry, quasi-sophisticated smile that the young have for the old they cannot comprehend. Old men like Wullie MacCrimmon, that Continuing Presbyterian and his bonspiel with the Devil.*
Nowadays, we couldn’t have a debating team. Everything is already decided. Political correctness has become law. Just reflect on the hellish events of the past few months...
Police handcuff and arrest people in Edmonton for breaking an imaginary law that doesn’t exist. A pastor in Calgary is fined for operating a soup kitchen for homeless people. A store clerk in Lethbridge is taken down on an empty sidewalk by crazed police. The poor girl dutifully followed her boss’s instruction on May the Fourth (be with you) Day, donned the stormtrooper costume with the plastic blaster, and paraded up and down the sidewalk trying to attract customers into his store, deserted by an unscientific, and probably illegal, lockdown instituted by a fear-gripped government acting rashly. Passers-by filmed the poor girl on their cellphones, police shotgun in her face, bawling her eyes out as the police forced her to ground and handcuffed her.
Now a bunch of crazies has encamped on the square in front of Toronto City Hall. This is illegal, by the way. But they are protected by the government and the police while journalists are assaulted and thrown off the “public” property. Watch the video here.
Think back to January. People blocked rail lines, highways, bridges, in a well-publicized attempt to “shut down Canada”. Governments and the police refused to enforce the laws that do exist. The free movement and people and goods was, once again, denied by disruptive ideologues and abetted by governments. The occasional loyal citizens who tried to clear the roads of debris were charged and hauled into court.
What are the laws in this country—really? How is anyone to know? What will they be tomorrow?
Don Cherry is summarily fired for one word, misunderstood, the very next morning. No discussion. No explanation. No apology. No warning. Last week, Michael Korenburg, chair of UBC’s Board of Governors, was fired for “liking” some tweets by the president of the United States. No discussion. No difference of opinion. No respect for past service and accomplishments. Is there no labor law in this country anymore? All that’s needed is for a Twitter mob to call you a racist and your career is over?
This is assassination. It’s not a spontaneous uprising of public virtue. These people are targeted and “taken out”. What ordinary person would even have noticed Michael Korenburg’s “likes”? In our midst are subversive groups whose goal is to destroy our country and Western Civilization. No, this is not a conspiracy theory. It’s fact, not theory—if you care to look for the facts. And it can’t be a conspiracy. Conspiracies must be hidden, but these groups are out in the open. They are hiding in plain sight. Hiding behind the cover of disguises all of us support—environmentalism, human rights, anti-racism. No one is against the environment. No one supports racism. Yet we have to exorcise the imaginary demons. It’s the Salem witch trials all over again. An accusation of witchcraft was enough to get you hanged. Now, an accusation of racism is enough to get you fired.
The rule of law is dead. Freedom of speech is dead. Freedom of religion is dead. We have an official state religion of atheism, with a slight nod to Islam. All other religions are banned from the public sphere. In Quebec, even religious symbols are outlawed. Speech, thought, honesty, faith, are all subject to the test of ideology. And it’s not even clear which ideology, although if you scratch the surface a bit, Marxism appears. If freedom and the rule of law only exist at someone else’s good pleasure, they do not exist at all.
This is not the country I grew up in. This is not Canada. This is hell. Why do I say that?
Everything in the physical world begins in the spiritual world. What is hell, anyway? It is not a physical place in the bowels of the earth. It is a state of consciousness that perceives a complete separation from God, or a complete absence of God. What is God? St. John tells us very clearly that God is love. It’s simple arithmetic. God is love and love is God.
Manifestations of love are: joy, compassion, acceptance, forgiveness, understanding, openness, generosity, honesty. The opposite of love, emotionally and spiritually, is fear. You might think it is hatred, but hatred is simply a manifestation of fear. Other manifestations of fear are: anger, intolerance, guilt, blame, selfishness, secretiveness, lies.
It’s easy to see what reigns in this country. It’s fear—and all its manifestations. The University of British Columbia is so fearful that it might be accused of racism, that it will immediately fire its own chairman, sacrificed on the altar of political correctness. No love. No honesty. No tolerance. No fairness. Not even due legal process. Honesty is gone from academia because of the same fears—fear of losing your grant funding if you don’t support anthropogenic global warming, or the Marxist fiction of Critical Race Theory, or any other of a host of politically correct nonsense. Honesty is gone from the media—their overwhelming left-wing ideology has blinded the vast majority of them. They don’t practice journalism. There’s no analysis, no questioning of “facts”, motives, consequences, no alternative opinions or ideas - just the politically correct storyline. Journalism has become propagandism.
Politicians live in fear. They don’t have the courage to speak the truth, to call a spade a spade. They fear the Twitter mob also.
I wasn’t like this in Canada. I miss Canada.
Political correctness is not love—it is tyranny. It is the tyranny of ideology. And its methods are terrorism. Hence, the ideological terrorism we have today. The terrorism that targets people like Don Cherry and Michael Korenburg and hundreds (maybe thousands) of others who have been targeted and “taken out” of their roles of influence and responsibility. Just like Stalin’s purges and Mao’s purges, this is a targeted strategy to change the culture—and it’s working perfectly. It has destroyed Canada.
This country has so divorced itself, both individually and collectively, from any sense of the divine that it has lost its way—has committed suicide. We have thrown God out of our schools, our legislatures, our offices, and most importantly, our hearts. So many people make a pretense of love. They love their cat, then excoriate their neighbor on Facebook.
I live in a small town. I was utterly dumbfounded a few weeks ago when a notable citizen in our town was called all manner of foul names on the local Facebook forum. His political opinions differed from theirs, and that seemed justification for using language that I would have spanked my kids for—that used to be considered assault. These people know each other. They meet on the street, at hockey games, in the park. Where has love gone? This is hell.
How much easier it is to call out someone you don’t know. Maybe your job in your Antifa cell or your BLM cell is to monitor Mr. X’s Twitter and wait for an opportunity to pounce. Then you send out the FB message to your group. “Tweet your pre-planned outrage and get that man fired.”
History knows this story well. Divide and conquer. Pick off your enemies one by one. Spread fear in everyone else. This is terrorism. That’s how terrorism works. You can control huge numbers of people with a tiny group that spreads terror. This is ideological terrorism. The great irony is, they will come for you. You can never exorcise your own guilt no matter how many of your friends and colleagues you sacrifice on the altar of political correctness. This is 1930s Germany all over again. It works like this:
First they came for the Communists And I did not speak out Because I was not a Communist Then they came for the Socialists And I did not speak out Because I was not a Socialist Then they came for the trade unionists And I did not speak out Because I was not a trade unionist Then they came for the Jews And I did not speak out Because I was not a Jew Then they came for me And there was no one left To speak out for me
That’s how hell is created out of a wonderful country—like a country I used to know. We called it Canada.
My friends, seek the truth. Things are not as they seem. Canada is dead. You could create Canada again, but I don’t think it will happen. Everything is created first in spirit, is built in the mind, and manifests in the physical world. You must create again in your hearts that same love that created Canada. You must rebuild it in your minds with honesty and integrity and courage. Only then could it be recreated within these physical borders.
I say “you” because I will not be here. I cannot say that I will leave Canada because there is no Canada to leave. I don’t feel safe here anymore. I don’t feel comfortable here anymore. For several years I’ve said I won’t grow old in a country that kills its old people, so my days here are numbered. I feel like a foreigner in my own country. If I’m going to feel like a foreigner anyway, why would I do so in the coldest country in the world? The big question is, “Where do you go?” The whole world has gone crazy. But sooner or later I’ll find somewhere else to live. I can live and work anywhere, as many people are discovering.
But for you who remain, there is still a small chance to recreate something like the country of Canada. I hope you have the courage to do it. It begins with love, is built with love, sustained with love, endures with love.
God Bless You!
* See “The Black Bonspiel of Wullie MacCrimmon,” a radio play by W. O. Mitchell. Wullie is a curmudgeonly old character with certain similarities to myself.
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