What Happens in Canada…

So Justin Trudeau is no longer Prime Minister of Canada. Effectively he is a dictator now because of his implementing the Emergencies Act in order to end the violent, racist, white supremacist, and terrorist occupation of the capitol, Ottawa, for the last two weeks. What do these terrorists demand of their government? The right to own their body and not be forced into a medical procedure or not be able to work. That’s how this started. The worst act of violence that these protestors have been accused of? Noise pollution. that’s right, honling their horns, disturbing the peaceful slumber of Ottawa. A judge ordered them to cease the noise and guess what? They did.

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Bullying and Threats Fall on Deaf Ears

I haven’t heard or read much today concerning the Trucker protest in Ontario. It seems there is an actual standoff with the bullies (government) making all sorts of threats toward people that have been protesting for their right to not be vaccinated against their will or that the government may quarantine droivers that drive between the U.S. and Canada regularly. The latest bullying was a statement I heard Froday, dorectly from Trudeau making all kinds of threats toward these men and women who really want nothing more than an end to what they consider onerous mandates.

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Canada ia Full of Deplorable’s

O saw, last evening that the Canadian PM has learned how to wi friends and influence people from H

illary Clinton. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the tweet where he condemned Canadians that were part of or supported the trucker protest like this:

Today in the House, Members of Parliament unanimously condemned the antisemitism, Islamophobia, anti-Black racism, homophobia, and transphobia that we’ve seen on display in Ottawa over the past number of days. Together, let’s keep working to make Canada more inclusive.

People just want to regain their freedom and independence from government and this is how their government responds to them.,

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