What we're witnessing right now worldwide is the over-ripe fruits falling into the hands of a few. While there are some bad apples among the picking, it won't stop most people from being processed and coerced into an authoritarian one-world government. Sabotaging nations' financial systems, stoking racial conflict, subverting the family, destroying education, denying worship, and instituting fear are strategies to achieve this. Remove the nuisance of independent nations and patriots, and a globalist utopia can blossom into glory! Read more…
The year 2020 opened the door for many things I didn't expect to happen in a first-world country. Perhaps the most important thing I noticed was that most of Canada's Western-born citizens were unaware of their country's deliberate destruction by an organized group of criminal elites. I want to wake them up, but they seem to be willingly choosing to stay in a state of mind I dubbed voluntary sleepwalking. Read more…
"The state has fallen upon such evil days that a man cannot be safe unless he is wicked." Salvian, Roman, early fifth century. Read more…
I don't know how to express myself. Really, it isn't easy to talk about something that has been growing inside me for so long and now wants to get out like a tidal wave. How to control a tsunami when I want to be the tsunami? How to tame a lion when I want to posses the ferociousness of a lion? I guess I just need to try hard, surf the waves of my anger, and gently whisper my devastating roar. Read more…
“Beautiful” —the word elbows my tired mind with force. It feels like a horseman spurring his exhausted mare to get going. It's useless. After a restless night, my mind cannot understand the scene at all: a hairy forearm, white skin, obviously mine, cuddling a female torso. The lower part of the female body is cut off from view by the bed sheet at the waist, right where it curves and becomes the hip. The legs are invisible, mere bumps under the cover. What I'm seeing is a strange, distant image, as if looking through a telescope and watching someone peacefully sleeping in a sandstorm. I rub my eyes to get all the sand, dirt, and grit out. Almost immediately, I start to see clearly. The sandstorm has petered out, and I realize that my wife is sleeping in my arms. Read more…
The snow virgin, so sad I worried my arms would fold themselves around her on their own, was sitting on a chair in front of the window. With the curtains drawn, she was looking at passersby on the street, dressed in winter clothes. I knew she wasn’t aware of my presence, and I didn’t mean to let her know about my being there. If I had, I would have risked breaking my train of thought. Read more…
Canada: Lots and lots of snow, hockey, the second largest country in the world by landmass, an opportunity for many to improve their lives. These were the few things I knew about Canada before immigrating here. Read more…
Inside was cool, quiet, and fuggy. Perhaps too quiet and too fuggy. But what did I expect? It was a nursing home, not a nursery school. No one was supposed to run around, tug your coat, and make funny faces at you. Read more…
After learning about my upcoming trip to Hungary, someone asked me if I could take some money to her mother. The bank fees were too high, she told me, and the amount in question wasn’t enough to pay a hefty fee on. Read more…
I'm asleep, I'm sure of it, and this has to be a dream. The realization gets through my mind slowly and wearily, gasping for validity in spite of my sureness. Read more…
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