The ex-Dominion
In an Idlepost entitled “Proudly unCanadian,” published on the 4th of July last year, I expressed my shame in our national existence. This year, as well as repeating it, let me add my very low opinion of Charles III, our reigning monarch. He has proclaimed himself the defender of our multiple faiths. This includes those “faiths” which violently oppose Christianity. I think Gavin Ashenden, Chaplain to our beloved Late Majesty the Queen, has adequately expressed the truth about this little man. The breach of his Coronation Oath leaves us with no alternative but to despise him. I think even the Muslims, and other multi-culturals he thinks that he is serving, understand this.
Hence, my slight revision of last year’s commination:
National pride, or more specifically pride in one’s nation, can be, but often isn’t, an innocent affair. Canada gives an example of this pride at its most fartaciously smelly. In the spaces east of Wawa, Ontario, and many of the spaces out West, we take the negative and evil form. It is almost purely and always pointlessly anti-American. By no coincidence, this is a country which absolutely depends on the United States, for its defence and prosperity. Our national cultures or “multicultures,” including the French-speaking elements, are copied and adapted from the cheapest American models, and we have nothing that is original — except remnants of the vestiges of Crown-in-Parliament. Our “dignity” consists of landscapes that are extraordinarily beautiful; but we have done proportionally more to destroy and defile them than the U.S. in particular.
However, nothing is all bad. I was asking myself recently (on a Dominion Day after the government of the demonic Pierre Trudeau stripped it away), the last time I felt real pride in a Canadian achievement? Unmistakably, it was the Canadian truckers’ convoy in early 2022, when our highways were lined with the fearlessly truthful. Canadians, for the first time in a long while, stood up against a vicious government, and set an example which was celebrated by truck convoys even in Bolivia. I cannot describe the government of Mr Trudeau’s “cutest” child, without using vocabulary I try to avoid. Young Justin’s police suppression of this exhilarating “strike” provided the clearest example of our moral dissolution.
We find that while there are still examples of the “old” Canadian virtues in the rural retreats (where real and necessary work is done), in urban life “our” Canada is, morally, a dead loss.
The revival experiment, now being attempted next country over under Donald J. Trump, is mixed bag. Much that he does is merely vulgar. But that it is working, economically, overall, and has contributed to many practical successes, is undeniable. Most important, he is reducing the tyranny of government and of its stinking bureaucracies. Rather than indulge our envious hatreds, we should resolve to copy whatever is good, and try not to be played by the Liberal Party again — exploiting our incredibly low intelligence.