I was born in Calgary. I've spent my whole life in Toronto.
Over the past two years, filming the documentary Broken Country, I've spent more time in Alberta than I have since I moved east. And I've come away seeing the separation debate very differently than I did going in.
I met a lot of separatists. Almost none of them were who I expected. They weren't angry cranks with a flag. They were farmers, nurses, oil workers, small-business owners, grandparents. And the thing that surprised me most: most of them want nothing more than to remain in Canada. They just can't see another choice.
Think about what they've lived through. The National Energy Program. Pipelines approved, then cancelled, then litigated into the ground. A tanker ban on one coast. Hundreds of billions sent east through equalization, returned as lectures about how the industry that pays for Canada's infrastructure and provincial shortfalls is something to be ashamed of. A federal government that has gone to court to argue Alberta's own resources aren't Alberta's business. And through all of it, a Parliament where their votes are a rounding error.
You can disagree with every policy position Albertans hold and still see the pattern: a province that built one of the most productive economies on Earth, asked over and over to apologize for it.
The people pushing for a referendum aren't traitors. They're patriots. They are standing up for what they believe in and fighting for a better future for their kids, a future their own federal government keeps telling them they don't deserve. That's not a tantrum. That's what citizens are supposed to do when nobody in power is listening.
I'll say it plainly: I want nothing more than for Alberta to stay in Canada. This country is not whole without it. If Alberta leaves the country I love and am fighting for will cease to exist.
But maybe a referendum vote is exactly the wake-up call the rest of us need. Not because Alberta should leave, but because the rest of Canada has to finally decide whether it wants to be a partner or a landlord.
My post about France went viral. Thousands of likes. Many Americans told me: "Democrats aren't socialists. America will never be France." I want to answer that seriously, step by step.
Start with a simple observation. Look at what has gotten cheaper in America over the last 25 years: TVs, phones, software, clothes, toys. Now look at what has exploded: college tuition, healthcare, childcare, housing.
What separates the two lists? The first lives in competitive markets. The second is exactly where government is most involved: subsidies, mandates, licensing, zoning, regulation.
College. Washington lends students almost unlimited money. Universities know the money will always come, so they raise tuition and hire more administrators. The student pays the bill for twenty years. More government money, higher prices.
Housing. Why can't a nurse buy a home in the city where she works? Not because of capitalism. Because of zoning laws, permits, environmental reviews, years of procedure to build a single building. The most expensive places to live in America are the places where it's hardest to build. When building is nearly illegal, prices explode.
Healthcare. The patient almost never sees the price. A third party pays, regulations limit who can compete, and costs climb year after year with no one able to say no.
So here is the trap. The problems you suffer from are not the failure of free markets. They are the places where the market has already been replaced by the state. And the solution you're being offered is more of the same.
That's the Trojan horse. It always works the same way. A real problem. A generous-sounding promise. A program that makes things worse. Then the failure of that program becomes the argument for the next one. People who lived under communism in Poland learned to recognize the lie and the mask the lie wears. The lie never presents itself as a lie. It presents itself as compassion.
In France we are at the end of that road. Debt we can never repay. Young people who can't afford a home. Our best people leaving. And every few years our cities burn. Nobody voted for this. They voted for one more generous promise, fifty years in a row.
If you're a Republican, share this with the Democrat in your life. Not to win an argument. To start a conversation.
If you're a Democrat, I'm not asking you to switch teams. I'm asking you to look at the pattern. Wherever the state took over, life became unaffordable. Don't fix the failures of government with more government.
Stay American. Ask for less state, not more.
Dave put a tracker on Keith's collar in September to find out where he goes, and the map says he goes to the same place every day at two, and it is not a gate.
The tracker was £69 and came from a man who uses it on his dogs. Dave wanted the escape routes. He has seven gates and a goat who has opened every one of them, and he thought a week of dots on a phone would tell him which hedge was leaking.
It did. It also told him something else, and it is the something else he keeps looking at.
A goat browses to a plan. He does not wander. Keith's track is the same loop every morning, in the same order, hazel then bramble then the bank then the hedge, the way a postman does a round, and the loop is as neat on the map as if somebody had drawn it. The escapes, when they come, are a straight line off the loop to whichever gate he has decided on that day, and back.
Then, at about two, every day, the dot leaves the loop and goes to wherever Pat and Margaret are.
They are two retired Texel ewes, ten years old apiece, who have never left a field under their own steam and never will. They lie down in the afternoon, as old ewes do, in the sun if there is any and in the lee if there is not. And an Anglo-Nubian goat who has spent the morning dismantling the parish walks across the field to them, and lies down between them, and stays for an hour.
Not near them. Between. The dot sits in the gap for an hour and does not move, and then it gets up and goes back to the hedge.
A goat will not lie down alone. He is a herd animal from a mountainside, and a mountainside is a place where the animal lying on its own is the animal something has found, so he lies down where there are others, and he lies down where one of the others will keep its head up. Two old ewes chewing the cud with their eyes half open are the best sentinels on that farm, and the only ones he has.
Dave has watched them at two since the map told him to. The ewes do not acknowledge him. He does not acknowledge them. The three of them lie in a row like a bench.
The farmer's wife has put it in the notebook, in the helpful column, with a note that she is not sure which of the three it is helping.
Dave has left the tracker on. He says it is for the gates.
In 1999 climbers found George Mallory's body high on Everest, 75 years after he vanished, and the clothes he died in were still on him. They were wool, silk and cotton. In 2006 somebody put on an exact copy and climbed the mountain in it.
For decades the story had been that Mallory and Irvine were doomed by their kit. Tweed jackets and woolly jumpers at 28,000 feet. Brave amateurs, dressed for a grouse moor.
The body told a different story. Mallory was wearing 8 thin layers. Silk next to the skin, then fine wool, then more silk, more wool, a flannel shirt, and a windproof cotton outer woven so tightly it turned the snow.
Four British universities took fragments from the body and rebuilt the whole outfit, thread for thread. A mountaineer called Graham Hoyland wore it on Everest.
He reported that it was warm. It was also lighter than the modern down suit his companions were wearing. The silk layers slid over the wool, so he could move his arms freely, which a man in a padded plastic suit cannot. The wool held its warmth when damp with sweat. He said he would have been comfortable going for the summit in it.
The researchers concluded the clothing was fully up to the job.
So the gear of 1924 was not the weak point. A sheep and a silkworm had solved the problem of the coldest place on earth, at less weight, before anyone had invented nylon.
Then we spent a century replacing it with petroleum and told ourselves the men who came before were underdressed.
I became a secessionist when I saw a weak Prime Minister hide in his cottage, pretending he had Covid.
Refusing to talk, he branded the Freedom Convoy as “domestic terrorists.”
I saw a nasty deputy Prime Minister giggle with glee when she announced the freezing of bank accounts.
I saw good people, some friends, framed and put in prison.
I saw families ruined
I saw people killed and injured by vaccines
I saw Canadians support these crimes against humanity.
Many of those same Canadians now mock Alberta Independence.
They seem to be willfully ignorant of the corruption in Canada.
I am soon 70 years old.
I was born in Saskatchewan, lived in North Vancouver from age 12-20, then moved to Calgary in ‘77. After 44 years working in the Oil & Gas industry I retired last year at age 68.
Some would call me a Baby Boomer.
But I am in fact Generation Jones (1954-1965). Regardless of which generation you place me, I am a Conservative who is not brainwashed by the CBC. I do not suffer from terminal TDS. I love my American friends and family.
I admire hard work and want a government that is fiscally responsible with my tax dollars, respects democracy and puts its citizens first. I believe in independent thinking and freedom of expression. I believe the innovation and productivity in a capitalist society is what creates employment, is what funds the social services we all need like education and healthcare, without taxing us into poverty.
I want everyone’s children to have a prosperous future…. Everyone’s grandchildren and their children.
But Socialism and Globalism has infected Canada and failed Canadians. Uncontrolled immigration has destroyed our country. The Liberals have become very illiberal. They are approaching Communism.
The Canada I loved no longer exists.
I know Alberta must be independent from Canada some day and I will never stop advocating for it.
Right now, the smartest thing Albertans can do, is to vote for Option 2 on October 19th. It is the only way Alberta can have any leverage at all in negotiations with Ottawa and hold Mark Carney and WEF ideologies in check.
If independence fails, Option 2 is the only hope to putting an end to Ottawa exploitation and control of Alberta. It is the only hope for changing the constitution and improving Alberta’s place within confederation.
Please vote wisely.
In 2016 a drug company bought a Super Bowl advert for constipation.
Not ordinary constipation. Opioid-induced constipation, a condition that exists only in people taking the painkiller the same industry had spent 20 years handing out, and the new tablet was for that.
The side effect had become a market large enough for the most expensive 30 seconds in television.
That is the model, and it runs everywhere once you see it.
The statin raises blood sugar, and the metformin is waiting.
The antipsychotic puts on three stone, and the metformin is waiting for that too, and after it the jab.
The antidepressant kills the libido, and the blue pill has a slot.
The blood pressure tablet swells the ankles, and the water tablet is on the shelf, and the water tablet starts the gout, and the gout has its own.
The injection for weight takes a third of the loss in muscle, and the protein shake, the gym membership and the filler for the face are already advertising to the same postcode.
The acid blocker strips the B12, and the B12 is sold in the same shop, by the same company, in a different aisle.
In any other industry a product that damaged the customer would be a liability. In this one the damage has a billing code, a trial and a launch.
A side effect is a second product that the first product delivered to your door.
They do not fear the side effect. They have a department for it.
In 1253 a Flemish friar rode to the Mongol court for the King of France, ate what they ate for two years, and came home with the only honest report Europe ever got on how the machine was fed.
William of Rubruck was not a diplomat. He was a fat Franciscan who walked when he could and complained when he could not, and his account of the Mongols is the best there is because he wrote down the food. The first thing he learned was that a sheep was not a meal. It was a supply. The Mongols cut a single sheep into small pieces on a board, salted the water it was boiled in, and fed 50 or 100 men on it, each man taking his morsel and sucking the bone clean of marrow before it went back in the pot. Nothing was thrown away. A sheep that would have fed a French household for two days fed a Mongol company for one and left them fit to ride.
The second thing was that they did not drink water. Rubruck says they were most careful never to touch it plain. In summer the whole nation lived on koumiss, mare's milk churned in a skin until it fermented, and he describes his own first cup with a monk's precision: it bit the tongue like raspberry wine, left the taste of almond milk behind it, went straight to the bladder, and made a weak head drunk. The lords drank a clear version called black koumiss and gave the thick white lees to the servants, who slept on it. Rubruck drank it, sweated from head to foot, and admitted that it was pleasant. That was the water supply of a mounted army: a herd of mares that walked beside it and refilled every morning.
The third thing was that nothing that died went to waste. With herds that size, he wrote, animals died every day, and every one of them was eaten without distinction. In winter, when the milk stopped, they lived on meat and on the dried curd they had made all summer, a hard cheese that kept for years and dissolved in water in the flask. In summer, so long as the mares were in milk, they wanted nothing else at all.
He saw no bread. He saw no field. He saw a people who had turned the animal into a complete supply system, water and food and fuel, that moved with the army at the army's pace and never once had to be sent for.
Rubruck went home and told the King of France that the Mongols could not be converted and could not be beaten, and the second half of that was a report on their dinner. A European army was a column of men walking away from its bread. A Mongol army was a herd with archers in it, and it could go anywhere the herd could.
The friar had spent two years inside the greatest war machine on earth, and the thing he chose to describe in detail was one sheep feeding a hundred men. He had understood it better than any general who fought them.
🇨🇦The Only Light I See🇨🇦
I'm writing this column through an Alberta lens, because that's how I see the world.
Everywhere I look, our institutions seem to despise their own citizens.
The federal government and too many provinces treat us like obstacles to their grand plans, not the people they were elected to serve.
The rot, the debt, the institutional decay, and the ideological capture in Canada are so deep as to render it unsavable, in my opinion.
I watch it all unravel and see the same disturbing patterns repeat.
Everything feels inverted, upside down, and deliberately so.
A certain group cheers for whatever is destructive, chaotic, or vile. It doesn't matter how wrong it is, that's the side they take.
This isn't how the world was before 2015.
The left took power across the Western world and flipped everything on its head, and along with that, basic human decency has largely vanished.
The most bizarre, self destructive nonsense now flows from our institutions, and the change is undeniable.
We are under attack. Its called asymmetric warfare. Its not kinetic, it's a war of the mind, and both can destroy a nation or a society.
That's why I look at Alberta and see something different. We still have the people, definitely the resources, the land, and something even more valuable: retrospect. We can see exactly where the West went wrong. We can build something new, learn from the past, and not repeat those mistakes.
An independent Alberta could hold politicians truly accountable. No more Prime Ministers enacting massive policies by decree, and bypassing parliament entirely. That isn't governance, that's tyranny.
In a free Alberta, that kind of betrayal would end your career and your welcome in the country.
We also need a modernized, updated meaning of the word treason, and the penalties for committing the act.
We have a unique opportunity... RIGHT NOW.
No other place on Earth sits in quite this position, with our wealth, our anger at the status quo, and the clear lessons of what happens when nations lose their way.
We could build something better, something that says no to the madness consuming the West.
The desire to escape this broken system grows stronger every day.
Alberta could be that shining example the world desperately needs, proof that a people can still choose sanity, accountability, and self determination.
We already have the resources and the wealth.
Wealth is a dirty word to some, but wealth equals health, including mentally, physically, economically, and even environmentally.
Wealthy nations will lead the world toward a greener future. Canada however is on the path of virtue signaling itself into poverty, which will send our brain trust to the United States, where they will build the future, much to the dismay of those who claim to hate them.
But Alberta wants to, and can play a part. We can displace dirty energy with our oil and gas, while simultaneously becoming fabulously wealthy.
What we must recognize is that we can't simply plant a flag and declare ourselves a new republic.
Change starts from the foundation up, and that foundation is the education of our youth, because a future republic can only survive through the education, knowledge, and decency of its citizens.
The aforementioned wealth could also be used to provide tax incentives and rewards for the people of this new nation to have children, thus strengthening our foundations.
It all seems quite simple and circular to me.
We begin there.
In twenty-five years, after raising a generation taught love, self-respect, respect for others, patriotism, civics, personal responsibility, critical thinking, work ethic, self-reliance, financial literacy, respect for the rule of law, and the courage to speak truth even when it's unpopular, we won't just be a new country...
We'll be an entirely new world.
We could lead with sanity. We could set the example and Pied Piper the Western world right out of this mess.
Lets not miss this chance Alberta.
#AlbertaIndependence 🤠