Paid $3.32 a litre for gas in Switzerland.
Median wage: $146,000 CAD
Unemployment: 2.9%
Youth unemployment: 2.7%
Franc: worth $1.74 CAD
Canada:
Median wage: $63,000
Unemployment: 6.5%
Youth unemployment: ~14%
Unlike Canada, they have almost no natural resources & they import almost all their energy.
Please, do not lecture me that we cannot do what the Swiss do: we can lower taxes, a strong dollar, bigger paycheques, lower taxes & cheap energy.
We are a top 5 global resource rich country.
🙏 After getting rejected by Earth, Elon, and even Mars… Mark Carney finally pitches Canada to God.
Heaven refuses to invest.
Mark immediately asks if they can at least announce a “historic” partnership 😂
At what point do Canadians realize press releases, fake MOUs, and CBC applause aren’t an economy?🤔
EXPLOSIVE: David Eby just accidentally exposed the entire carbon tax scam.
He admitted lowering Alberta’s industrial carbon price would make other provinces “uncompetitive.”
Read that again.
That means the federal industrial carbon tax is ALREADY making Canada uncompetitive globally.
The entire justification just collapsed in real time.
The U.S. ZZERO carbon pricing. Europe is backtracking. Countries around the world are prioritizing affordability, energy security and industry.
Meanwhile Canada is still marching toward a $170/ton industrial carbon tax while our investment, jobs and capital flee the country.
David Eby didn’t just throw Mark Carney under the bus…
He drove the whole net zero narrative straight OFF A CLIFF.
🚨A Message to All My Canadian🇨🇦 and American Friends 🇺🇸
🇨🇦 Mark Carney is the first Canadian Prime Minister in our history to achieve a majority government that nobody voted for.
Between floor-crossers and the April 13 byelections, we are seeing a "technical majority" engineered in backrooms, not at the ballot box.
Today, we no longer have a Democracy. 🇨🇦
The Global media would have gone ballistic if @realDonaldTrump 🇺🇸 would have done something similar 💁🏻♂️
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Mr. Carney,
You stood at a podium yesterday and told Canadians that this country thrives because we are Canadian.
It was a beautiful line. Polished. Applause ready. It was also insulting.
Because it confuses thriving with surviving, and only someone who has never had to do either could make that mistake so confidently.
Canadians do not thrive the way you describe.
We endure. We adapt. We make do. We get through.
We get up early not because it is inspiring, but because bills do not care about speeches. We work late not because it is fulfilling, but because standing still is not an option. We shovel our own driveways because help is expensive, unreliable, or nonexistent, and we still show up on time.
That is not thriving, Mr. Carney. That is survival with dignity.
We survive when systems fail. We adjust when costs rise. We absorb broken promises and carry on anyway. There is no applause line for that, because survival does not photograph well.
We survive because farmers plant knowing Ottawa might change the rules halfway through the season. Because tradespeople build while being taxed, regulated, and lectured by people who have never risked payroll on a slow month. Because parents budget groceries like a tactical exercise and still manage to raise decent kids without permission from a federal narrative.
We survive because Canadians are practical. When something breaks, we fix it ourselves. Not because we want to, but because waiting for government help usually means waiting forever. Or being told the service exists on paper.
You speak of thriving while Canadians quietly ask which services you are referring to.
Healthcare that exists in theory. Housing plans that never house anyone. Affordability programs that arrive long after the damage is done.
We survive because communities step in when institutions step back. Not because systems are strong, but because neighbours are. We rely on each other because experience has taught us not to rely on governments that measure success by how well they explain failure.
We survive because small businesses stayed open through lockdowns, fines, shortages, and paperwork that multiplied faster than revenue. Because families absorbed inflation while being told it was temporary. Because seniors adapted quietly to shrinking purchasing power while politicians assured them relief was coming.
You call this thriving.
Canadians call it getting through.
We survive because we know how to get through winters. Literal ones and political ones. We stock up. We brace ourselves. We do not expect rescue, especially from people who have never had to wait for it.
We survive because we question authority. Just ask the Freedom Convoy. Canadians have an instinctive allergy to being ordered around by people who exempt themselves from the consequences. We remember what happens when compliance is mistaken for unity.
We survive because we do not confuse slogans with reality, no matter how high the elbows go or how loudly we are told to clap. We know the difference between leadership and performance. Between patriotism and appropriation.
And while governments waste money, restrict rights, censor speech, divide citizens, and congratulate themselves, Canadians quietly keep the country functioning anyway.
That is not thriving. That is resilience under pressure.
So when you tell Canadians they thrive because they are Canadian, it lands differently on those of us who have actually lived it.
Because confusing survival with thriving is easy if you have never had to survive.
And that is the problem.
Mark Carney speaks of thriving from a life buffered by boards, institutions, and global forums. A life spent above the consequences does not teach you the difference between getting ahead and just getting through.
Those who have never had to survive often mistake endurance for success, and then try to take credit for it.
So no, Mr. Carney.
Canadians are not thriving because of you.
We are surviving despite a government that made life harder, more expensive, more divided, and then attempted to dress our endurance up as its achievement.
Our resilience is not your accomplishment.
It is proof of a people who carried each other while being lectured by someone who does not recognize the difference.
And Canadians are done applauding the performance.
My advice to you Mr. Carney?
Before defining Canadians, try surviving as one.
As always,
Melanie in Saskatchewan
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"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.
Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.
One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.
Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.
Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"
"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."
He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."
The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."
Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.
But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,
"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."
So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.
Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."
Let this story reach more hearts....
Credit: Mary Nelson