Since it is Canada Day, I thought I would share my personal choices for the Top 10 Canadians.
This is just my own opinion, nothing more. Everyone will have their own Top 10 and that is what makes our history so great :)
Hope you enjoy my list!
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Watching the latest trade tensions unfold, it’s honestly insulting to see the U.S. act as if it can strong‑arm Canada into accepting lopsided deals.
Our Prime Minister Carney confirmed that “bad deals” have been sitting on the table for months, all while the U.S. piles on new tariffs targeting major Canadian industries.
Trump’s tariffs on a range of imports from key Canadian industries. It feels less like negotiation and more like an attempt to bully a now alienated partner.
Add this to the constant “51st state” rhetoric and the casual disregard for our sovereignty, and it becomes clear that this isn’t about trade — it’s about power.
Canada has been a reliable, fair, and stable ally for decades with America, and seeing an administration try to pressure us with unfair terms is simply gross.
What stands out, though, is Canada’s strength and unity in response. Carney made it clear he will not sign any agreement that “damages” Canadian industries, and both Canada and Mexico have already deeply committed themselves to seeking a full 16‑year extension of CUSMA. Canada and Mexico have both already formally declared they want to seek the extension publicly.
Meanwhile, the U.S. can’t even state its OWN position clearly.
Canada isn’t bending — and Canadians aren’t either.
Across the country, people understand that our economy, our workers, and our sovereignty are worth defending.
While most nations are distancing themselves from the U.S.’s now unpredictable approach, Canada continues to show what real leadership looks like: calm, principled, and unwilling to be pushed around.
Weather the elbows are up or down, deals presented to our Canadian government that don't serve our nation positively are going to be thrown back on the U.S. desk with a stamp that says "Unacceptable"
Do better, America. We now have options.
#canpoli
#MAGA
The Lessons I Learned from My Dad
I am not the man my father is.
I am trying. Some days closer. Some days farther.
He never sat me down and explained these lessons. He lived them. I’m still learning them.
Show up.
The kitchen table. The hospital room. The funeral. The picket line. The call from the son who won’t answer.
Show up.
Most days that’s the whole job.
My whole life I watched him do it. Not for cameras. Not for headlines. Not because there was something in it for him. He showed up because someone needed him.
I learned that grief doesn’t make you special.
My father buried a wife and daughter. He buried a son. Yet he never treated grief as a claim on other people’s sympathy. Instead, it made him notice theirs.
A mother who lost a child. A father sitting beside a hospital bed. A kid scared about what comes next. A son who lost his mother, his sister, his brother.
He always noticed.
I learned that power is not the point.
The people who chase power eventually confuse the office with themselves.
My father never did.
Whether he was a county councilman, a senator, vice president, or president, he was the same man.
The title changed.
He didn’t.
I learned that family comes first.
The train from Wilmington wasn’t symbolism.
It was every night.
He read to us. Showed up to games. Sat through hospital rooms. Waited up for children who were lost.
And when the day came that the country and the family could not both have him at full strength, he chose family. He relinquished the last chapter of how he wanted to be remembered. And he never complained about it.
Most of all, I learned that love is not soft.
Love is discipline.
Love is showing up at one in the morning when nobody is watching.
Love is answering the phone.
Love is staying.
Love is getting back up after life knocks you down and doing it all again tomorrow.
That love saved my life.
I’ve failed at many of these lessons, sometimes in very public ways.
He loved me anyway.
That’s the last lesson.
I am not trying to become my father.
I am trying to carry what he gave me.
And if I can do that, even imperfectly, that will be enough.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you.
I am very pleased to announce that, on my recommendation, His Majesty has approved the appointment of the Honourable Louise Arbour as the 31st Governor General of Canada. Across more than five decades, she gave voice to those whose dignity was denied, held institutions to account, and changed lives through her service.
As Canada’s next Governor General, Louise Arbour will represent the best of Canada to our citizens and to the world — a Canada clear-eyed about the challenges we face, and steadfast in the values we uphold.
The insult didn't start in a Canadian liquor store. It started at a podium in Washington.
It is insulting to call one of the oldest allies, a country that sent soldiers to Normandy, Korea, Afghanistan, a state of the Union that should be absorbed.
It is insulting to threaten economic warfare against a neighbour whose economic integration with America runs so deep.
It is insulting to interfere in the internal politics of a sovereign ally - funding preferred candidates, amplifying separatist movements, treating a democratic election as an opportunity for destabilisation.
It is insulting to stop traffic at the Friendship Bridge, a structure Canada literally built and named after the relationship being dismantled by the people now calling it insulting.
It is insulting to charge entry fees to citizens of a country that shares the world's longest undefended border, a border that has been a symbol of peaceful coexistence for two centuries.
It is insulting to revoke Canada's invitation to the Board of Peace for the crime of defending its own sovereignty at Davos.
Canada didn't remove American spirits from shelves unprovoked. It removed them after the US spent eighteen months removing every assumption of mutual respect that made the relationship worth maintaining.
#Canada #Trump