Canada sent firefighting planes to drop water on burning homes in Los Angeles, and never sent us a bill for it. Trump just announced he's charging them for the wind.
He accused Canada of "willful negligence" over wildfire smoke, said America is being "invaded by filthy, polluted, and unhealthy air," and told Truth Social the economic cost of that smoke should be added to the tariffs already hitting Canadian imports.
Four Republican congressmen sent Prime Minister Mark Carney a letter demanding action.
Now rewind to eighteen months ago. Two CL-415 skimmers out of Quebec, crews and all, scooping and dropping on the fires that flattened Altadena. Alberta sent 40 Type 1 wildland firefighters. Ottawa lined up 250 personnel and put the Canadian Armed Forces on standby.
In 2020, 594 Canadian firefighters and specialists deployed to the United States. In 2000, when nearly seven million acres burned from Texas to Montana, more than 1,300 Canadians came south.
After Katrina, Canada sent three warships and a coast guard icebreaker, roughly 1,000 personnel hauling water, tents, cots and lumber into Pensacola and Biloxi.
On September 11, when American airspace slammed shut, Canada took in more than 33,000 stranded passengers off over 200 planes. One Newfoundland town of 10,000 absorbed 6,500 of them and fed them in school gyms for days.
No invoice. No tariff. No lecture about American negligence.
Trump's theory is that Canada refuses "basic Forest Management and Debris Removal." Fire scientists say Canada's approach mirrors America's, and that most of what's burning is remote boreal forest that has never been logged, never been thinned, and has no brush pile waiting for a rake.
The US averages roughly 70,000 wildfires a year. Canada averages about 8,000.
This month, two fires burning in Minnesota's Superior National Forest crossed the border in the other direction, into Canada.
Nobody in Ottawa demanded compensation.
Four Republican congressmen wrote Prime Minister Mark Carney that Americans are paying for Canadian inaction with their lungs.
They left out that the US ambassador to Canada had just praised four decades of shared wildfire emergencies, and that American and Canadian crews have swapped places every season under an agreement signed in 1982.
Doug Ford, no one's idea of a leftist, put it plainly: politicians chirping from the sidelines could send help instead, because Canada has done exactly that for its American friends. That, he added, is what you're supposed to do.
That is the entire argument. You do not take the planes, the warships and the gym cots, then bill the people who sent them for the weather.
The word Trump will not say is climate. Longer droughts, hotter summers, longer fire seasons on both sides of a line that smoke has never once respected.
Blaming Canadian rakes is cheaper than admitting the atmosphere doesn't check passports.
Twenty-five years of Canadians walking into our fires, our floods, and our worst day.
Canada has never once charged us for showing up. We're now charging them for the weather.
#notmypost #reposting
After last night’s heartbreak here are some thoughts:
So much has to go right to ultimately win the Stanley Cup (just ask McDavid, Iginla, Bure, Lundqvist, etc.)
Injuries and goaltending obviously derailed this series against the Knights.
Still gotta give credit to Vegas who made life unbelievably difficult for the Avs to get to their game.
Too many big names were passengers in this series (Nelson, Necas, Nichushkin).
Shortcomings with size and toughness are clear weak points for this team both in the bottom 6 and on defense (Vegas bullied the Avs in small areas of the ice).
The powerplay is just lost. We saw it in the regular season and it carried over into the playoffs.
The Avs desperately need Blackwood to return to form and show he can be a reliable starter in the playoffs (He was great in Game 4).
Firing Bednar is simply an emotional decision. Unless Makar or Mackinnon are going to Sakic saying that he’s lost the room, he stays. You aren’t finding a better replacement with the current options.
Yes the core is aging, but as long as Makar and Mackinnon (2 of the top 3 players in the world) are healthy your window is always open.
Moral of the story is this loss hurt more than any I can remember. Just remember only one team gets to claim glory at the end of all of this and SO MUCH has to go right to win.
#GoAvsGo
We need a big forward on the PP, I was going to say #13. I just heard he’s not playing, #94 is playing in his stead. Stop passing the puck on the pp, shoot it, look for the rebound, broken play? #GoAvsGo
🚨BREAKING: Third U.S. State Introduces Legislation Designating COVID-19 mRNA Injections as Biological Weapons of Mass Destruction.
Tennessee Senator Janice Bowling has just filed Senate Bill 1949, the “mRNA Bioweapons Prohibition Act,” prohibiting the manufacture, acquisition, possession, or distribution of mRNA injections and products—punishable as a Class B felony under Tennessee’s weapons of mass destruction statute.
This follows multiple legislators, international bodies, and peer-reviewed scientific publications now declaring that mRNA injections constitute biological or technological weapons of mass destruction:
✅ Arizona Bill HB 2974 (Rep. Rachel Keshel)
✅ Minnesota Bill HF 3219 (Rep. Shane Mekeland)
✅ Alliance of Indigenous Nations
✅ World Council for Health
✅ Our peer-reviewed study in the American Journal of Physicians and Surgeons
✅ Dr. Francis Boyle, drafter of the U.S. Biological Weapons and Antiterrorism Act of 1989 (affidavit)
Credit to Dr. Joseph Sansone (@PhdSansone) for drafting the “mRNA Bioweapons Prohibition Act,” now filed in three states.
BREAKING: World’s First International Governing Body and Judicial Authority Declares mRNA Injections Biological and Technological Weapons of Mass Destruction
The Alliance of Indigenous Nations International Tribunal — recognized by Canada on a Nation-to-Nation basis — has issued a historic global Order intended to take immediate worldwide effect. Fitting that indigenous people would be the first the make the call. @McCulloughFund@NicHulscher@MilaLRad@NathanMeadPhD@CPriceRogers@KirstinCosgrove@BreCraven_PA@simon_troupe@johnsearsleake https://t.co/ie37bIrBPA
The Cross Still Offends
The bullet tore the air in half.
A folding chair rattled. A Bible dropped. A young man slumped sideways beneath a white event tent, eyes wide with the weight of eternity.
It was supposed to be a conversation. A “prove me wrong” segment. But this time, rebuttal came not with words, but with a rifle.
Charlie Kirk didn’t get to finish his sentence.
I got the news just before prayer meeting. I contemplated this death as I prepared to lead the saints in prayer. But I didn’t feel like praying. Not tonight. My hands were still. My mouth was ready. But my soul was pacing. Angry. Grieving. Tempted.
Tempted to grow quiet.
Tempted to sit this one out.
Tempted to wonder if any of this, faith, boldness, public gospel witness, is still worth it.
Because hatred in this country isn’t simmering anymore. It is boiling.
Europe is trembling. Israel is burning. Rockets lit the sky over Gaza again. And now, here on American soil, the blood of a Christian apologist paints the pavement of a university quad.
What do you do with that?
What do you say when courage gets gunned down in daylight?
Charlie Kirk was no perfect man. None of us are.
But he had backbone where most of us don’t anymore. He was a believer. Unashamed. Unafraid. He understood that real conversations only happen when truth is welcome at the table. And the truth he carried most was Christ.
He brought the gospel into public space on purpose. Because the gospel isn’t supposed to stay in church basements and private Bible studies. It is meant to confront. It is supposed to offend. It was not made for safety.
The Word became flesh and they nailed Him to a tree.
So of course they came for Charlie.
Of course they reached for a gun.
This is what evil does when it runs out of arguments. It doesn’t reason. It kills.
That’s the part that catches in my throat. Not just the sadness, but the strategy of hell behind it.
The Enemy wants us afraid.
He wants us to see what happened to Charlie and backpedal.
He wants the rest of us to whisper, to soften the message, to believe the lie that faith should stay private.
But Christ never whispered.
He preached in temples, on hillsides, in courtrooms, at dinner tables.
And when they told Him to be quiet, He picked up His cross.
Not a symbolic one.
A real one.
Heavy. Bloody. Splintered.
When Jesus said, “Follow Me,” He didn’t hand out maps. He handed out crosses.
That’s what I remembered tonight.
I sat in our prayer space, surrounded by saints who had brought prayer lists and worn Bibles. And I realized I didn’t want to lead them in mourning. I didn’t want to lead them in mourning. I wanted to lead them into battle. Not with banners or fists, but with open Bibles and tear-stained prayers.
The kind of war that kneels in gravel beside the wounded, hands them living water, and refuses to leave. The kind that speaks both mercy and judgment without flinching. The kind Charlie died for.
This world is not a friend to grace. But grace isn’t fragile.
“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?”
Paul didn’t leave that question unanswered.
“Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword?”
—Romans 8:35
He piles up every fear you and I carry and then sets them on fire.
“No. In all these things we are more than conquerors.”
That means bullets don’t win. Slander doesn’t win. Prison bars don’t win. Death doesn’t win.
You can lose everything in this world and still walk into glory with your head lifted high. Because the love of God in Christ Jesus isn’t suspended by headlines or gunfire.
There are two worlds unfolding right now.
The one you see.
And the one you don’t.
One is filled with chaos. The other is filled with crowns.
I believe that when Charlie Kirk’s body slumped to the concrete, his soul stood upright in heaven. Not limping. Not silenced. Not stunned. But crowned.
He didn’t fall.
He crossed.
The great cloud of witnesses gained another voice.
And I wonder if Stephen met him there.
The first martyr.
The man who got stoned for preaching what the crowd didn’t want to hear.
The man who, in his final breath, saw the heavens open.
The only time in all of Scripture we see Jesus standing at the right hand of God, rising to receive one of His own.
I like to believe He stood again.
Are you afraid?
Do you feel the tremble in your spirit?
Do you wonder if it’s still worth it to speak boldly, to carry your Bible, to preach the gospel in a world that doesn’t just disagree but wants you gone?
You’re not alone.
You’re not weak for feeling that.
But you are called to something stronger than silence.
Don’t let fear become your theology.
The cost is high. But the reward?
The reward is Christ. And He’s not a concept. He’s a King.
Heaven is not empty.
It is filled with scarred saints who refused to bow to fear.
Men who were stoned.
Women who were burned.
Children who sang while the flames climbed.
And every last one of them arrived.
There is no difficulty that can cancel the promise of God.
There is no persecution that can derail your destination.
There is no sniper’s bullet that can separate a soul from Christ.
Your life is not measured by how long you live on earth, but by how much of it was spent pointing to heaven.
Paul said, “I have fought the good fight… I have kept the faith.”
Then he looked toward the reward.
Not a monument. Not a mention in history books.
But a crown.
Handed to him by the One with nail marks still in His hands.
So let me say this clearly.
We do not mourn like the world mourns.
We do not write eulogies dripping with sentiment.
We sing songs of resurrection.
We carry the banner of a Kingdom that does not tremble.
Charlie Kirk did not die for nothing.
He died carrying the same message you and I must now carry forward.
The cross stands tall.
The tomb is still empty.
And the gospel has not lost one ounce of power.
So pick up your cross.
Wipe your eyes.
And keep going.
The crown is worth it.
The King is coming.
And there’s still time to speak.
Even if they shoot.
Lord, give us courage.
And if not safety, give us joy.
For we carry not just the message, but the marks.
And You are worth every bruise.
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