We would like to begin, if we could, with a question of scale. Think for a moment of the sheer vastness of this land. Try to picture it all. The impossible greatness: from the Pacific forests, dense with unspeakable trees, to the grey greens of the Newfoundland coast.
Now look at a map. Think of what you see: A country so large it can at times seem more geological than political, like a fact written into the earth. Let the natural thought come then: Nothing this large could ever go away. And yet, we know now that it could, all of it, at any time.
Two-thousand twenty five was the year the inevitable died in Canada. Thanks to Donald Trump, we know that nothing about our country is guaranteed anymore, not our sovereignty, our democracy, our prosperity.
It seems the folks who most benefited when their “free trade” deals off-shored our jobs, fattened themselves on tax payer funded Net-Zero subsidies, imported cheap labour to feather their nests, and shamelessly discriminated against us because we were white are traumatized Trump has upset their apple cart. I could not care less for the fate of their Canada.
