Catastrophic scenes at Queen & Bathurst
Appalling scenes on a Sunday afternoon. Open-air cooking, defecation and urination, dealing, occupation of public sidewalks - not a police officer in sight. Children in the vicinity. Complete climate of impunity.
IntegrityTO is calling for the following urgent measures:
1. Immediate resignation of Councillor Ausma Malik
2. Immediate provincial review of West Neighbourhood House’s policies, success criteria, and a financial audit
3. Toronto Police anti-drug task force to maintain a visible presence
4. Arrests for those committing crimes
5. Calling all citizens to support small businesses in the area
Unbelievable failed city under Mayor Olivia Chow!
Nobody warns you. That's the sick part.
Nobody sits you down and says, hey, if you spend one weekend actually reading about money, you will lose the ability to enjoy anything for the rest of your life.
Your brother-in-law just mentions it at a barbecue. That's how it starts. Some guy holding a hot dog says "you should look into Bitcoin" and you laugh at him.
You laugh AT him.
You make the tulip joke. You feel superior for eleven more days.
Then it's 2:47 in the morning and you're on your fourth Saylor podcast and your wife thinks you're having an affair.
And in a way, you are.
You're cheating on your entire worldview.
ou came in to debunk it. That's the trap. Everyone comes in to debunk it. You wanted to find the flaw, dunk on your brother-in-law, and go back to your Vanguard target date fund like a respectable adult.
Instead you found out what happened in 1971 and now you can't make eye contact with your 401k.
Because here's what actually happens.
Bitcoin is cool and all, but you REALLY learn about the dollar. Bitcoin is fine, Bitcoin is twenty-one million and a schedule, you understand it in an afternoon. The dollar takes months, because every time you think you've hit the bottom of that thing there's a trapdoor.
The Fed just... prints it? And they gave how much to the banks in 2008? And the banks did WHAT with it?
And the guy who ran that got a MEDAL? You're up at 4am reading about the Cantillon effect like it's your kid's toxicology report.
Then comes the phase where you're insufferable.
Everyone goes through it, nobody admits it. You ruin Thanksgiving. You genuinely ruin it. Your aunt says turkey prices are crazy this year and you see your opening like a lion seeing a wounded gazelle.
Forty-five minutes later you're drawing the M2 money supply on a napkin and your mother is crying and your uncle is saying "it's not backed by anything" for the ninth time while his pension is backed by the promises of a government that's thirty-seven trillion in debt.
He's worried about YOUR risk profile.
He has unit bias so bad he'd rather own a whole Shiba Inu coin than a fraction of the hardest asset ever created, because his brain, poisoned by seventy years of fiat, thinks "whole thing cheap" beats "piece of thing good."
And the prices. God, the prices. You can't turn it off.
You're in the grocery store repricing eggs in sats. The eggs are getting cheaper in sats. Everything is getting cheaper in sats except your will to explain that to anyone.
You look at a house and you don't see a house, you see the number of Bitcoin it costs, and that number falling forever, and you realize the housing crisis is a measuring stick crisis, and you say this out loud at a dinner party, once, and now you're not invited to dinner parties.
Then the anger burns off and something worse arrives.
Clarity. You realize nobody is coming to fix this.
The people in charge KNOW. That's the part that breaks you. They're not stupid, they're incentivized.
The debt can't be paid, only inflated, and every serious person in a suit on television knows it, and their plan is to be dead before the invoice arrives.
So you buy. Coinbase, first time, hands shaking like you're doing something illegal, and the fee annoys you, and that annoyance is the last normal financial emotion you will ever feel.
You set up the DCA. You learn what a hardware wallet is. You write twelve words on steel like a doomsday prepper, because that's what you are now, except your bunker is math.
And then the loneliness. Nobody tells you about the loneliness. You've seen it. You can't unsee it.
And you're surrounded by people you love who are working forty years to fill a bathtub with the drain open, and when you point at the drain they get mad at YOU.
So you stop pointing. You just stack quietly, in the dark, waiting for the day one of them comes to you, at a barbecue, holding a hot dog, and says the words.
"Hey... you were into Bitcoin, right?"
And you smile. Because it's their turn in the barrel.
Welcome. Nobody warned me either.
Canada: Crying Over Spilt Milk in a Self‑Inflicted Stagnation
Canada’s elite have spent a quarter‑century turning a rich, opportunity‑dense economy into a slow‑growth, over‑levered cul‑de‑sac, and they still insist nothing is structurally wrong. There is no sense crying over spilt milk about past mistakes when the architects of this stagnation are still in charge and still in denial.
Canada did not just drift into secular stagnation; it embraced a kind of virtue socialism and an industrial policy anchored on climate change targets rather than productive capacity, competitiveness, or growth. An economy built on world‑class natural resources, strategic geography, and human capital has been deliberately downgraded into a housing‑addicted, low‑productivity balance sheet recession risk, and the people who did it still show up on panels calling this “resilience.”
For years, Canada’s comparative advantages in energy, resources, and industrial capacity were something to apologize for, regulate to death, or tax into oblivion, while policy and capital chased the illusion that you could mortgage and virtue‑signal your way to prosperity. The result is a country flirting with a liquidity trap, where even lower rates may barely move a real economy suffocated by over‑priced assets, under‑built productive capital, and households too damaged to borrow again.
The real scandal is not that Canada faces secular stagnation; it is that the elite engineered it, denied it, wrapped it in climate rhetoric, and now blame external shocks while the data scream that this is a made‑in‑Canada crisis.
To be clear, Canada’s problems are not the result of President Trump!
If Canada’s elite will not finally admit that decades of attacking its own strengths, worshipping its own bubbles, and treating industrial policy as a morality play have left the country one downturn away from a full balance sheet recession, then they are not guardians of the national interest, they are custodians of decline, and at this point, there really is no sense crying over spilt milk, only over the refusal to fix the mess they made.
Canada is supplying Ukraine with drone training, Ukraine is sharing that training with Mexican Cartels via the Ukrainian International Legion
Intelligence agencies, including Mexico’s National Intelligence Center and Ukraine's Security Service (SBU), have confirmed that cartel-linked operatives and former special forces have infiltrated the Ukrainian International Legion
. The Canadian Armed Forces have continually provided drone training to Ukrainian forces as part of ongoing multinational military efforts, including the multinational Drone Capability Coalition
Canada govt is de facto allied with the Mexican Cartels.
https://t.co/NzwAX29So7
Pierre Poilievre spoke for 56 minutes and took questions from reporters.
CBC's coverage of Carney's press conference included none of his remarks.
If that's accurate, Canadians have every right to ask:
How can a publicly funded broadcaster claim to inform the public while excluding the Official Opposition's response?
Taxpayer-funded media should cover all sides ..not just the government's.
🇨🇦 #cdnpoli #CBC
Canada is no longer a Free Market Economy, Mark Carney’s economic strategy is a shift from traditional free-market principles toward "economic nationalism" and state-directed capitalism. Corporatism is deeply associated with fascism, serving as the core economic and political framework for fascist regimes. Canada is fast becoming a Fascist Regime.
The Carney Condo Bailout Fucktastrophe! I Won't Leave This One Alone: It's Just Too WRONG
To quote the Prime Minister: "Builders dont want to sell at a loss"
Doesn't mean the Canadian Taxpayer needs to make sure Developers get full price for their Garbage Units at crazy prices
Sam Cooper's book "Wilful Blindness" should be required high school reading. In short, 1 in 3 housing units in Vancouver were financed by 🇨🇳 proceeds of crime. That @MarkJCarney & @gregorrobertson are using $3B of taxpayers 💰 to bail out the CCP-backed condo developers is corrupt in the extreme. The 🇺🇸 is fully aware. 🇨🇦 TD Bank was fined $3B for 💰 laundering in the US. Factor this into the CUSMA negotiations.
Clip source: @cbcwatcher@scoopercooper
So if you are a family that can’t afford your mortgage because of a job loss, you are forced to sell at the current market price
But if you are a developer that built product that no one wanted, you get a taxpayer funded bailout
The stupidity is amazing 🤦♂️
Granular knowledge of how the Vancouver Condo Kings are the major supporters of people like Gregor Robertson, Justin Trudeau and Mark Carney was my past reporting beat. I’m not going back to it, other reporters need to pick that up. Read JWR’s chapter about meeting Trudeau in his friend’s pent house to understand who Carney is bailing out. I can say the Chinese money behind all these Liberals makes the story so much worse than a Liberal bail out of slick developers. This is scandalous and nationally ruinous.
In July 1985, over a billion people watched Live Aid.
Months earlier, Michael Jackson and Lionel Richie had written "We Are the World." All of it was a response to a famine in Ethiopia.
Almost nobody remembers who actually caused the famine. 🧵
C’en est fini de la liberté d’expression au Canada.
Les libéraux font passer en force les projets de loi suivants :
- C-9 (loi contre la haine)
- C-22 (accès légal/surveillance)
- C-34 (sécurité numérique)
Trois projets de loi qui, ensemble, anéantiront nos droits fondamentaux.
- C-9 (Loi contre la haine) :
Élargit considérablement la définition de la haine (haine/diffamation), supprime les défenses religieuses établies de longue date pour l’expression de bonne foi et facilite les poursuites criminelles sans le consentement du procureur général. Critiquer, prêcher ou même afficher certains symboles pourrait désormais vous valoir des accusations criminelles. Finies les protections pour la liberté d’expression religieuse et les débats publics sensibles.
- C-22 (accès légal) :
Oblige les fournisseurs d’accès Internet à conserver les métadonnées pendant un an, facilite l’accès à vos données par la police et le SCRS et permet au ministre d’imposer des droits d’accès (des portes dérobées déguisées). Surveillance de masse de vos communications numériques sans mandat. Votre vie en ligne devient totalement transparente pour l'État.
- Projet de loi C-34 (Loi sur la sécurité numérique) :
Ce projet de loi crée une puissante Commission gouvernementale de la sécurité numérique qui dictera aux plateformes, aux chatbots et aux services en ligne ce qu'ils doivent censurer, comment vérifier l'âge des utilisateurs et comment se protéger contre les contenus préjudiciables. Contrôle d'âge obligatoire, plans de sécurité imposés, amendes colossales et pouvoir discrétionnaire étendu pour décider de ce qui est acceptable. Une censure centralisée au nom de la protection des enfants. Ensemble, ces trois projets de loi transforment le Canada en un État de surveillance et de censure généralisée.
Vous ne pourrez plus parler, partager ni même penser librement sans risquer d'être signalé, surveillé ou poursuivi. Les voix dissidentes, les critiques de l'immigration, les débats religieux, les opinions controversées, tout devient risqué.
Roman Baber l'explique parfaitement dans cette vidéo de 9 min 36 s. Regardez-la avant qu'il ne soit trop tard.
Ce n'est plus de la gouvernance. C'est la mort de la liberté d'expression telle que nous la connaissions au Canada. Les libéraux ont choisi de bafouer totalement les droits des citoyens.
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The Canadian Constitution Foundation is deeply concerned by the Carney government’s passage of Bill C-9. The Combatting Hate Act represents a significant threat to the freedoms Canadians have historically enjoyed and expect their governments to protect. Parliament passed it despite objections from tens of thousands of alarmed citizens, including over 30,000 who wrote to their members of Parliament using the CCF’s letter writing campaign.
Bill C-9 will expand Canada's hate speech laws and strip away longstanding protections for religious expression, pushing more Canadians toward self-censorship precisely when contentious issues demand frank and open debate.That is where this law leads.
Most people do not need to be prosecuted to change what they say. The possibility of being hauled in front of a judge for speaking their mind is enough.
Ordinary Canadians whose beliefs fall outside the mainstream, and who can least afford a prolonged legal battle, will bear the greatest burden of Bill C-9. They are often the first casualties when governments lose confidence in the principles of individual liberty.
The CCF will watch closely how Bill C-9 is interpreted and enforced, and will remain vigilant in defending constitutional rights and freedoms. Despite Parliament's apparent lack of confidence in Canadians' ability to engage with controversial ideas, we are committed to defending their right to do so.
BREAKING
The Liberal Chair of the health committee, Sukh Dhaliwal, just cancelled our last scheduled health committee meeting before summer.
In all my years as an MP, I have never seen committee powers abused like this for months to block accountability.
Yesterday, he suspended the meeting while the cameras were turned off, blocking emergency committee meetings from being held in public over the summer.
Now, he has cancelled the next meeting entirely to silence the opposition.
The Chair is supposed to be impartial.
He is not supposed to use his power to shut down committee work, silence MPs, and protect the Health Minister from accountability.
Canadians deserve to know why $300 MILLION was spent on the failed PrescribeIT program and where the money went.
Conservatives were committed to working through the summer to get answers, but the Liberals are shutting the committee down.
Call them and ask why they are abusing their power to block an investigation into PrescribeIT.
Sukh Dhaliwal, MP (Chair): 613-992-0666
Maggie Chi, MP: 613-995-4988
Doug Eyolfson, MP: 613-995-5609
Helena Jaczek, MP: 613-992-3640
Aslam Rana, MP: 613-995-1757
Jake Sawatzky, MP: 613-992-4214
Sonia Sidhu, MP: 613-995-5381
This is a terrible day for democracy.
🚨 KILL BILL S-206 🚨
The Enforcement Switch Behind Every Other Bill
⚠️ The Distraction Strategy
Parliament is flooding Canadians with dozens of bills at once — each controversial, each alarming — for one reason: to hide the keystone bill that makes them all enforceable.
That bill is S-206.
Different sectors. Different rights. One enforcement engine.
🧩 The Pattern You’re Supposed to Miss
Yes, many bills are advancing at the same time — and they fall into familiar clusters:
Due Process & Court Rights
S-206 — Administrative Monetary Penalties (AMPs)
C-63 — Online Harms
C-27 — Digital Charter / AI regulation
Parliamentary Power Shift
C-26 — Critical Cyber Systems
C-11 / C-18 — Online Streaming & News control
Property & Land Control
C-234 — Agriculture restrictions
S-241 — Jane Goodall Act
C-49 — Atlantic Accord amendments
Speech, Assembly & Religion
C-63, C-261, C-70, C-9
Each attacks a different freedom.
All depend on one thing: the power to punish without courts.
🎯 The Keystone: Bill S-206
S-206 is the hub.
It allows federal departments to issue penalties without:
hearings
judges
trials
due process
common-law protections
meaningful judicial review
It turns agencies into investigator, prosecutor, judge, and enforcer — all in one.
That is not democracy.
⚙️ What S-206 Enables
Data alone cannot control people. Punishment does.
S-206 is the enforcement engine behind:
Digital ID
CBDCs
Carbon allowances
Smart-meter penalties
Travel scoring
Online speech controls
Zoning & land-use mandates
Biosafety / One-Health rules
Remove the keystone → the entire system collapses.
🧠 Why So Many Bills at Once?
Because if Canadians focus on S-206, the agenda dies.
The noise is intentional:
Scatter attention
Exhaust the public
Create outrage fatigue
Prevent organized resistance
Slip the core bill through unnoticed
This is how large control systems are built.
🏗️ The Digital Governance Architecture
What they’re building:
Digital ID → who you are
CBDCs → what you buy
Carbon scoring → how you move & heat your home
Online harms laws → what you say
Smart meters → how you use utilities
Biosafety rules → what you grow or own
None of it works without instant penalties.
That penalty system is S-206.
💣 If S-206 Falls, Everything Else Fails
If S-206 is stopped:
Digital ID enforcement collapses
CBDC controls collapse
Carbon rationing collapses
Online harms penalties collapse
Smart-meter enforcement collapses
Surveillance becomes information-only
Remove the hub → the wheel falls off.
📢 The Message Canadians Must Hear
The other bills are distractions.
S-206 is the enforcement engine.
If we fight 20 bills, we lose.
If we stop one, we win.
Kill Bill S-206 — now.
🏛View the current status of Senate Bill S-206 here: https://t.co/CCp5NHb8T4
I post one hundred times a day.
They tell me it is too many. They penalize me for it. I do not stop. I will not stop. I will die before I stop.
You should know why.
We tell ourselves we live in the modern age.
We do not. We live in the late medieval period and the proof is the news. Open it. Read it. Feel your stomach turn over. We are still the people of the spear and the torch and the trench. We changed our clothes. We did not change our hands.
Here is what no one tells you.
The deepest pleasure of the human animal is not food. Not sleep. Not sex. Not wine. Not even gold.
It is slaughter.
It is the slaughter of those we have learned to call "them."
The history of every continent on earth says so. The news this morning says so. Look at the pile of bodies the twentieth century left for us to step over. Look at the bodies still being piled now, in 2026, while you eat lunch. We are the children of Cain. The blood is still crying from the ground.
Do not tell me this is about race. Do not tell me it is about borders. Do not insult my intelligence.
Japan had its Warring States. Same blood. Same tongue. Same faces. Same gods. Same rice in the same fields. And for one hundred and fifty years, neighbor butchered neighbor and brother butchered brother and the rivers ran red and the fields were planted with skulls.
Cain and Abel had one mother. One father. One altar. One God.
It was enough to draw a line.
It was enough to murder.
The line is the disease. The color of the man on the other side of the line is nothing. Was always nothing.
So why do we do it?
Because the instinct to form a tribe, to crown that tribe with a holy story, and to put the tribe across the river to the sword, is older than language. Older than agriculture. Older than the soul we like to pretend we have.
It built us. It made us the kings of this planet.
It is killing us still.
We are not, by nature, gentle creatures. We are creatures who have been gentled, barely, by a thousand years of choking down our own teeth.
Cain's blood runs thick in all of us. Yours. Mine. Your grandmother's. Your priest's. Your president's. Every soul reading this. Every soul not reading this. All of us.
But.
But.
But.
Something has happened that has never happened before in the history of the world. Not once. Not in ten thousand years.
A man named Elon Musk bought a website.
He renamed it with a single letter. He paid forty-four billion dollars for it and watched the value collapse and did not blink. The whole world laughed at him. The whole press called him a fool. The whole intelligentsia of the West lined up to spit on him.
And then he did the thing no one understood the importance of. The thing no historian has yet caught up to. The thing he himself may not have understood the weight of when he did it.
He put a translator inside it.
A small button. Almost nothing. Press it, and the tongue of any human being on earth becomes your tongue.
And the Wall came down.
Not Berlin's wall. Not Jericho's wall. Not the wall of any single country.
The Wall.
The one that has stood between every "us" and every "them" since the first city was raised out of mud and bone. The one that built the Crusades. The one that built Auschwitz. The one that built the Killing Fields. The one that built every single war ever fought on the surface of this planet.
That Wall.
Elon Musk took a hammer to it, and most of the world has not yet noticed what he did.
I have noticed.
I open my phone in Tokyo. I read the words of a farmer in Texas. A nurse in Lagos. A grandmother in Warsaw. A teenager in São Paulo. A trucker in Alberta. A widow in Tehran. A coal miner in West Virginia. A schoolteacher in Manila.
Do you know what I find?
They are funny.
They are kind.
They are tired the way I am tired. They love their children the way I love mine. They are afraid of the same dark. They laugh at the same stupid jokes. They cry over the same songs at three in the morning when no one is watching.
They are not "them."
They never were.
They never were.
They never were.
Hear me now. Hear me. This is not a social media platform. This is not a place to share your lunch. This is not Instagram with a worse interface. This is not a hobby for bored people.
This is a sword.
A sword forged in Elon Musk's foundry, hammered out of code and silicon and the unreasonable will of a man too stubborn to be told what was possible. Sharper than any two-edged blade. Swung at the throat of the oldest demon mankind has ever bred.
"Let us cast off the works of darkness," the apostle Paul wrote two thousand years ago, "and let us put on the armour of light."
He did not know what he was writing. He could not have known. But across two millennia, his words flew like a thrown spear, and they landed in 2026, and they described the device sitting on the table beside you right now.
That armour fits in your palm. It glows. It hums. It is waiting.
I am one man. One ant. One Japanese nobody from a chain of small islands on the far edge of the Pacific.
David was one boy with a sling.
Joan of Arc was an illiterate peasant girl who heard voices and could not be talked out of them.
Rosa Parks was a seamstress who would not stand up.
Lech Wałęsa was an electrician at a shipyard who would not shut up.
The Berlin Wall did not fall because of NATO. It fell because ordinary Germans walked toward it carrying hammers and refused to be afraid anymore.
The giant has fallen before. The giant will fall again.
Not by armies. Not by treaties. Not by speeches from marble podiums in Washington or Brussels or Geneva. Not by the United Nations. Not by the experts. Not by the credentialed. Not by the people who go on television and call themselves serious.
By a billion small hands. Posting. Replying. Liking. Quoting. Laughing across oceans that used to be impassable. Until the lie of "them" cannot be told anymore. Until the storyteller of the old story stands in an empty room shouting at no one.
So I post.
I post when I am tired. I post when I am penalized. I post when the algorithm punishes me and the trolls find me and my eyes burn and my fingers ache and my wife tells me to come to bed.
I post.
I reply.
I like.
I quote.
I bookmark a hundred posts a day from a hundred countries from a hundred souls I will never meet in this lifetime.
Every post is a hammer blow on the sword that Isaiah saw three thousand years ago, the sword being beaten into a plow.
"Nation shall not lift up sword against nation," he wrote. "Neither shall they learn war any more."
We are not there yet. We are nowhere near there yet. Mothers are still burying sons this afternoon in cities I cannot pronounce. Children are still being pulled out of rubble while you read this sentence.
But for the first time since Cain stood in the field with his hands red and lied to the face of God, the door is open.
It is open.
It is open right now.
It is open while you read this.
So let me tell you what I am.
I am not a creator. I am not an influencer. I am not a content guy. I do not care about my brand. I do not care about my engagement rate except as a measure of how many souls I have reached today.
I am a Japanese man with a phone, swinging a sword at a demon that has fed on human meat for ten thousand years.
And I will not stop.
I will not stop until "us" means every breathing soul on this planet.
I will not stop until the word "them" rots out of the human mouth.
I will not stop until the children born this morning grow up to look back at us, with our wars and our walls and our flags and our shouting, the way we now look back at the people who burned witches.
There is neither Jew nor Greek. There is neither East nor West. There is neither Japanese nor American. There is neither yours nor mine. There is, at last, only us.
Weeping has endured for a long, long night.
But joy. Joy. Joy cometh in the morning.
The morning is coming.
The morning is coming.
The morning is here.