Declarations of faith

A funny thing happened on the way to the altar.

It’s nearly two weeks ago, and this writer and campaigner was in an Uber destined for YVR in Vancouver — and a Wi-Fi-free, ‘temporary’ foreign worker-riddled Flair flight to YYZ in Toronto — and the ‘Do Not Disturb’ mode on his iPhone was still letting through the odd media request, like shoddy Iranian counter measures.

The Q1 mass immigration numbers, released at the start of June, were grim. We covered them here.

That piece ended up reaching a few key people — in media, and in Parliament. With that, the push to right those wrongs had intensified. I’m thankful for those efforts, both in the House, and in the backrooms — not of the shadowy variety, but where decent folk work to reverse a nation-destroying experiment that has been abundantly successful in its quest to end abundance.

With some wind in those sails, I turned those concerns into a press release, re-calibrated that message through the National Citizens Coalition, and launched a call to not just “Buy Canadian,” but “HIRE CANADIAN.”

It took off.

The Sun was kind enough to run with it online and in print.

The Western Standard jumped on it as well.

Greg Brady from Toronto Today came calling, and I hopped on spotty Dufferin County cell service back in Ontario to talk the grim-darkness of continued working-age betrayal, and the role Ontario’s dotish premier has played in pyramid scheme politics of mass migration and economic replacement.

Additional NCC media hits took place across Newstalk 1010, Zoomer Radio, and CKNX in Midwestern Ontario. Any media from any town upended by fake schools and a black-market employment racket seemingly wanted to chat, and seemingly wanted to have their concerns validated.

That’s part of what I do for a living, evidently; I take the obvious thing that’s making the lives of good people needlessly worse, and I speak plain truths using values we’ve been gas-lit into believing aren’t fit for modern service. (We could all benefit from more Lee Kuan Yew in our lives, and less post-modern, post-liberal comms and policy slop.)

It’s to that end that I don’t mind the blow-back that comes with it, nor the attempts at categorization of character that come from those we wouldn’t trust to run a lemonade stand, let alone turn to for moral judgments, or consistent displays of national unity and self-respect.

When the problem has gotten so bad, those plain, harsh truths are essential. It was in my interview with Greg Brady that I bemoaned the state of Ontario as “Brampton’s backyard,” where even darling country-quarterly magazines now tell tales of illegal trucking yards and rampant crime creeping up Airport Road, in place of expected words on butter-tart bake festivals, bumble-bee nectar collection, and the next time Jann Arden brings her crotchety #resistance wine-aunt routine to Orangeville.