Helping a country defend itself is not a proxy war, it’s foundational to being Canadian.

He’d rather not say. Good thing he’s not getting elected. It’s almost like he did a cost-benefit analysis and decided it would cost him too much personally to get elected as PM.

I mean, how do we cut taxes AND increase spending? Trump-style Tariffs for thee and not for me?

This country needs an education on tax reform for the 1%. Since corporations are people, they’re in the 1%, also.

Travel guidance is not an advisory, but ok.

You can protest Marlaina’s AHS procurement fraud while you’re there!

The same thing we do to Murcans. The all need to burn because they voted for Trump.

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We can’t make the mistake of continuing to give them enough rope to hang themselves, then doing nothing once the noose is firmly affixed.

Please share this article with your nearest and dearest Cons, whenever appropriate.

Thanks!

This is not visible in Voyager, as far as I can tell.

Stop selling gambling as okay to kids. Gacha games equal gambling for minors.

Some privacy laws would be nice, eh?

I got banned for saying this on Ribbit.

In the northern realm of Arnor, where the maple banners yet fly free, a shadow loomed from the south. Krasnov the Cunning, a creature twisted by power and desire, whispered of unity—but his was a unity of chains. “Join us,” he hissed, eyes glinting like tarnished gold. “Become the Fifty-First Hold of my dominion.” But the Free Peoples of the North heard the echo of his words, and in them, they found only the voice of the One Ring, calling for subjugation.

Yet, the realm was not without champions. Strider of the North, a ranger long wandering the halls of gold and commerce, strode forth, now bearing the mantle of leadership. He spoke of sovereignty and steel, of a kingdom that would not bow. By his side stood Boromir of the West, a warrior of the old guard, whose sword-arm was strong but whose heart at times wavered, torn between the power promised by the south and the duty he bore to his homeland.

The battle was not yet upon them, but the winds carried tidings of what was to come. Would the Free Peoples stand firm against the creeping grasp of Krasnov? Or would whispers of power divide them, leaving the land ripe for the taking? The road ahead was perilous, but one truth remained: the North would not fall without a fight.

America has been subsidizing Canada

2024: Canada imports ~$480 billion total from the USA. Divided by 40 million Canadian population, that’s $12,000 for every man, woman, and child spent on American shit.

USA imports ~$586 billion from Canada. Divided by 400 million population, that’s only $1,465 per capita, and that’s only 1/8th of the amount that Canadians bought from the USA in return.

##BUY CANADIAN, BE FAIR!##

You can’t compare apples to apples when one side of the equation has 10 times the population. If we’re trying to be fair, Trumpistan needs to buy 8 times more Canadian shit!

Tariffs on the Canadian side will be reciprocal and will only serve to make us stop buying Murcan shit, leading to an even bigger Trumped-up deficit and the loss of their biggest, best customer. Likely long-term.

“Nasssty Canada, with its healthcare and reciprocal tariffs!” Krasnov hissed. “It burns us, precious!”

He hunched over in the dim glow of the Oval Office, stroking a golden golf ball in his palms, his eyes darting between it and the maps spread across his desk. “They take advantage of us, yes they do. Always winning, always smug with their free doctor visits and politeness. Weak! But strong! It’s tricksy, so tricksy!”

A cough echoed from the corner. His chief of staff, a weary-looking man with thinning hair, cleared his throat. “Sir, this—uh—this meeting with Prime Minister Trudeau is important. We need to discuss trade.”

Krasnov recoiled, clutching the ball tighter. “Trade?! TRADE?! Filthy free-traders! They cheat us! Steal from us! But we—” He paused, his voice dropping into a desperate whisper. “We could… could take their milk, yes, yes! Their delicious dairy! Make America milky again!”

His chief of staff pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sir, we already produce a lot of milk.”

Krasnov’s face twisted, his fingers tightening around the golf ball like a strangling grip. “No! Canadian milk is special! It’s… socialist milk! It must be destroyed! We put tariffs on it, we crush them, and then we take it for ourselves, yessss!”

A flicker of doubt passed across his face. He shook his head violently, as though fighting himself. “But what if… what if Canada is right?” His voice softened, a pained expression twisting his features. “What if… universal healthcare isn’t nasssty? What if… it’s… good?”

He gasped, stumbling backward, horror-stricken. “No! No, no, no, never! That’s socialism! That’s evil! We hates it!” He flung the golf ball across the room, where it clattered against a bust of Lincoln and rolled onto the carpet.

His chief of staff stared, unsure of what to say.

Krasnov froze, then slowly crawled toward the ball, cradling it again in his hands. “We must punish Canada. Yes, precious. We must make them pay. Or else… or else we lose.”

A long silence followed.

Finally, the chief of staff sighed. “I’ll call the trade representative.”

Go, Ukraine!

With love,

Canada

Lol nukes from T2 dood

This is the best news I’ve seen today. Thanks, Carney!

He’s an Edmonton kid. Albertans like Albertans. Here’s hoping we see this keep climbing.

Those bears keep shitting in the woods!

Krasnov already tried this all before, in his first term. And failed miserably.

Same old weird tired Putin-puppet needs new tactics, lol.