I’ve been thinking about writing about this for quite a few months now. The problem has been that, post Covid I wanted to concentrate on music instead of politics as this is a music website. However, as noted then (and now) there are times when the politics of the issue tend to supersede the importance of music for brief periods and these times demand our full attention–not only as musicians but as conscious, moral and ethical earth dwellers. What’s happening in Oh Canada! is a proxy for what is attempting to manifest across the entire world. It’s a trial balloon for an Orwellian future, if it can even be that optimistic. I bring attention to it, not to make fun of Canada in particular but rather to use our leaf brothers and sisters as an example of how good countries can go bad and how little time it takes.

First of all, let me get the disclaimer out of the way. This is a RANT. I’m not going to spend the time to package this in a way that’s all purdy with bows on it. No, fuck that. There are bad words and slang strewn throughout this thing and for good measure. There are pointed fingers and sharp tongues. There is an absolute disdain for open in your face degeneracy. So if you are the sensitive type, be forewarned. As Ice T used to say in the days of Bodycount–“If you don’t like our music go outside and buy a fucking Coke or something.” Yeah, something like that. Otherwise, enjoy the message.

First of all, there’s a lot of great things about our northern Americas. As a hockey fan–what I truly believe is the last great sport–I can’t thank Canada enough. This is the Canada of old. Eddie Shore, old-time hockey. No face masks, even for the goalie! Great whiskey–perhaps a stronger syrup for the adults. And imo, the best thing–wide open tracts of land and forest for as far as the eye can see where a man can truly get lost. It’s wide open (and bitterly cold). It took a real man to withstand the true harshness of the Canadian wilderness. Even if the lumberjacks did wear women’s clothing, they did it in PRIVATE. There was no pride; just some lightness in the loafers. And they told no one, because who would’ve wanted to know anyway? It’s not like it’s a real character attribute. When in doubt, remember: No one wants to hear about your sex life.

And then came Justine. It wasn’t just him obviously, but he really personified everything wrong with the difference between what a higher education should give you and what it actually does to your brain. It’s like the “This is your brain on drugs” commercial and the fried egg. Except it’s more graphic and there’s a toilet involved. No, our boy lover hero, Justine is just a liberal homo erotic substitute teacher groomed by the gender fluid Marxist crowd to be the great leader of Leafland.

Now, truthfully the fabric was unraveling way before this poofter queen came into politics. I mean, he was still teaching at the substitute level. But this is what happens to good countries that go bad. They elect (appoint?) ideologue, fairy dust sniffing, holier than thou, subjectively moral leaders. Leaders that are so non self aware that they spew hypocrisy right and left whilst leaving any sign of integrity far behind. Then they become drunk with power and start to fear the masses that they are down pressing, which in their minds enables them to pass more and more restrictive legislation tamping down any criticism. In short, this is how people, societies and entire countries slip down the slope of Marxism. Of course, they never openly admit it because if the people knew, they most surely wouldn’t like this style of proposed governance. I mean, 1984 was just a book right?

These Marxist degenerates are the type of people who call you Nazis (simply for having a different point of view) yet openly praise Nazi war criminals in their political houses. These are the type of people that call you racist, but wear blackface at their private events and parties. These are the type of people who praise the Muslim ideologies–some most notable for throwing the rainbow crowd from the rooftops–and then turn around and worship the consonant cult and then demand that YOU do too. These are people who are complete sociopaths and psychopaths and they are the self titled “elite” ruling class. No integrity; no honesty; no real intelligence; just a need to be worshiped and praised to stroke their enormous egos. Can it get any better?

These are the type of leaders that breed a government that feels emboldened to go after any journalist, blogger or even educational forum for simply using a photo that one of their photogs took (because they didn’t ask for permission first?) It doesn’t matter what the photo is or even the fact that there are 1000’s of these same photos all over the web. It doesn’t matter what the educational value of the use of the photo is or even if you happen to ACTUALLY LIVE IN A COUNTRY THAT DOESN’T RECOGNIZE YOUR STUPID FUCKING CANADIAN LAWS. These clowns are vicious, scum sucking creatures from the abyss that want their collective $2.00. These are clowns from a circus of degeneracy and they’re not even funny or enteraining. And yes, these purple dress wearing fagatrons of the propaganda arm of the CBC even came after me–trying to shake me down for a story about masks.

And by the way–way to go Canadian politicians! What a score?! Enabling an entire other class of degenerate fucksticks (aka “lawyers”) to chase independent journalists down and scare them into paying a “please go away” fee. These scumbags know damn well that the amount they are seeking will never materialize if they have to go to court to collect. Gosh, sure seems like just another way to tamp down on free speech doesn’t it? Couldn’t be, right? Well I’m hear to say, officially: Fuck these people. They’re not even people; they are degenerate demons that rub shit on their faces and call it art. Quoting Samuel L. here–“Yes they deserve to die and I hope they burn in hell!” And that goes not only for Queen Justine, but every one of his ilk. You feeling me your dirty leaf junkees? The gnashing will be gnarly for you when your time comes.

Ok, now that’s off my chest–where were we? Oh, yes…the point of this monologue. Now, it seems Queen Justine and his ilk have a passed a new law that requires anyone who essentially ‘broadcasts’ on the interwebs to register with the Canadian government, apply for a license and then have their speech regulated. Really Justine? Mother may I? Pretty please? Can I write something today or do you have to approve it first? Is it happy enough for you? Are there enough paragraphs about transgenders? Was I not too overly critical of your giant vagina? Gosh, I may have to re-write this article or the CBC is going to send their law dogs after me.

Well, if the government was so great, why would they need to this? Leafs high and low would be singing their praises, right? We could all hold hands and have pride parades with Justine’s picture on the rainbow warrior flag. There would be no issues to speak of. Imagine all the people…and all the crap. Would it be too difficult to do the right thing as a politician instead of thieving people’s hard earned money? Could you guys remember the purpose of your occupation? Or are you just occupiers?

Of course, it’s just the opposite. Remember the truckers who invaded Justine’s backyard? These guys are the backbone of the economy and have a legitimate right to voice their concerns. The only reason they drove their trucks into the gay French-Canadian district of leaf land was because they were being ostracized by the uber-homo “elite” because they didn’t want to inject the untested scam juice. You know, the Fauci Ouchie? Gosh, why would they not want to be complete guinea pigs for an untested, unapproved, completely experimental gene-therapy that is so safe it has to be mandated? They were supposed to stick out their arms just because Queen Justine said so? And while he got the saline shot? No, they said what we all thought at the time: Get Fucked! They just said it with a bit more cojones, you dig? And the visuals were epic. Anyone who desires to live in Quebec deserved every minute.

he honking will continue until moral improves, right? Except when your the poofter Queen of the righteous elite homo erotic fantasy world of Justine, you just go around shutting off the bank accounts of people who don’t agree with you. See how that works? Justine gets to espouse any bullshit he wants to; mandate anything he wants to–even when it is potentially a severe detriment to your health and if you disagree? Well, you probably didn’t want a bank account anyway, right? Yes plebe, you either do what we say or we’re just not going to let you have a normal life. We’re going to make it so difficult for you to live that you’ll be forced to acquiesce to our demands. Because they’re so good and righteous!

Now as always, let’s bring it back to the music here. Could you imagine having to ask Queen Justine permission to write lyrics for a song? But what if it didn’t contain the love of the gender dysphoric? What if them wanted your new hit ‘Tunnel of Love’ to be about broke back loving? What about the genre? Let’s say you wanted to produce a Country Rock tune for the Canadian outback, but Justine said, “No no, this has to be formatted in French polka because that is what the regulation says.” What about the instrumentation? What if Queen Justine thinks you’re using too much guitar? Your song won’t get published unless you use more skin flute, dig? And your producer better have at least 9 consonants of gender identity. Wait, no accordion? You’ll be lucky if you aren’t locked up for that one!

And what about the players? Do they have to be an equal representation of all races and genders, regardless of musical talent? Should you have to hire the transgender because they can play a trombone with their asshole? Would you be required to have all genders represented in your band to pass muster? Yeah, this is insane hyperbole, but that’s where this insane bullshit goes when left unchecked. Pro tip: the movie 1984 isn’t sci-fi fantasy; it’s the real deal and your leadership is walking straight down this road right over your genitalia.

Where does it end? Nowhere and never. The slippery slope leads right to hell and the ride never ends. These punters will keep taking more and more freedoms away from you–for your own protection of course–until you have to have a timed list of activities that you must complete every day for your government approved food pellet. You had better not think about staying on that toilet for longer than two minutes! Your television will show government indoctrination programs a la THX-1138 and you will only have a certain allotment (if any) of sexual activity passes. Unless of course you are homosexual, identify as an attack helicopter or prefer chickens.

Wake the fuck up. This thing called the slippery slope is real. It’s fun to go back and watch some campy sci-fi, like ‘Demolition Man’ or ‘Fifth Element’ but are you paying attention to the background? Demerits for saying the wrong words? Small, cramped living quarters in 15-minute ghettos. No ability for self protection. Pre-crime divisions. NO INDEPENDENT THOUGHTS. This is what they want. The minority report style of governance where they can arrest you for the thoughts that they say you have, but haven’t thought yet? (Apple Duct Pocket segue: The love that you find is the the love that you’ll never find because it is the love that is always not able to be found). It doesn’t matter that they can’t prove it–they’ve got AI, right? Artificial Insanity. Asshole Intelligence. All-knowing Idiots. You will have to ask permission for everything and the margin of what you are “allowed” to do will shrink until you are a mindless, thoughtless, emotionless automaton that is simply allowed to survive if you’re useful. And they will determine that while you are still in the womb, so good luck getting out of there!

Why do I even opine to my leaf brothers and sisters about this? I mean, we have our own problems over here with Uncle Sniffy as the president and his marry band of ass munching invalids that see righteousness through virtue signaling rather than doing something, anything of virtue themselves. Well you see, because you’re so bloody polite and have gay french undertones you are easy to take advantage of. They start with people like you and then point their fingers and say, “Look at these people over here! They are good people who care about the environment. They don’t mind walking 20 miles to work everyday because that’s the carbon neutral way! Why can’t you be more like the Canadians and set a good example for your country?”. News flash: FUCK THAT.

You’re not alone either, because it’s apparent these days that many people crave governance. They’ve been taught to depend on the system rather than themselves because it is easier. They been taught to accept groupthink because it’s just easier to all get along and not rock the boat. It is these small minds that clog up the arteries for freedom loving people that can see this mission creep of degeneracy and control. But it always starts somewhere and in this case it starts with you Oh, Canada. Pull your heads out of your collective arse and find a working guillotine. Insert head of degenerate leader. Lather, rinse, repeat. DO NOT COMPLY–EVER–WITH THIS SHIT. 2+2 DOES NOT EQUAL 5. NEVER EVER EVER EVER.

Thank you and we now return you to your regularly scheduled programming…