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https://slaynews.com/news/canadas-euthanasia-laws-expand-mature-children-mentally-ill/

Canada’s Euthanasia Laws Expand to ‘Mature’ Children, Mentally Ill

This is not good.

https://slaynews.com/news/canadian-man-euthanized-hearing-loss/

Canadian Man Euthanized for ‘Hearing Loss’

https://www.rebelnews.com/former_bank_of_canada_governor_suggests_mass_immigration_hampering_canadian_productivity

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What the F ?????

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Marco Ricciardi said last month, according to City News. Cst. Marco Ricciardi recommended Toronto residents to leave their key fobs “at the front door” to avoid car thieves breaking into their homes. The thieves are often armed and Ricciardi reminded residents that these are “not toy guns.”

https://nypost.com/2024/03/15/world-news/toronto-police-slammed-for-advising-residents-to-leave-car-keys-within-easy-reach-for-thieves/

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https://fortissax.substack.com/p/the-great-canadian-darkness

The Great Canadian Darkness

... All you want to do is file your taxes this year, but the web developers who made the site have friends in parliament and they outsourced the federal contract to a company overseas while pocketing the rest of the departmental budget. Someone answers the phone. Shouting, they ask you for your name and birth date. You tell them your birthday is August 20th. Sukhdeep, "John," insists that your birthday is August 2nd, and to prove your identity, you need to send physical copies of your identification to a tax office halfway across the country to unlock your account. This is going to take 6 weeks at the minimum, but "sorry saar, pleased to be helping you today saar, no I cannot unlock your account saar." You ask to speak to a manager; he tells you to please hold and then hangs up. ...

'John,' on his next call in Poonjabby, unlocks the personal income tax account of Jasleen. Her account was locked because the automated system detected fraud. Multiple people were using her Social Insurance Number. Jasleen assures Sukhdeep that nothing is wrong, and that everyone in their household pitches in. Their 'household' of 4 international students, not including her 6 family members (who are not on the lease and sleep on second-hand mattresses in the living room), splits the rent of a two-bedroom condo for $2700 a month. ... The two-bedroom Jasleen occupies is owned by a Chinese family who live abroad 2/3rds of the year. Their family is rich because they employed child labor in their Guangzhou factory, and by golly did they own the means of production. Now they speculate on Canadian housing markets to evade taxes in the Mainland. They pretend they’re from Hong Kong. The earnings they make on the luxury properties are spent in British Columbia’s casinos. Why do you care? You can’t afford a house anyway, Gweilo. ...

On the side of the gas station, you see a figure curled up into a ball, and a faint, flickering light. A Canadian homeless man is huddled under an umbrella, tilted on its side. He’s wearing a Canadian Forces cap. There’s an encampment not far from here. Most of its inhabitants are also Canadians. A quarter of the people in that maple favela work full time and live in their cars because they can’t afford rent. The local boomers think they should just pull themselves up by their bootstraps, but they’re a paycheck away from running out the fire exit of a Canadian Tire with a polyester budget tent that doesn’t breathe. You smell a faint mint, like an After Eight you had once at your late grandparents'. You know that smell. With the homeless man is a small can of propane he stole. He’s trying to use a small burner to light the last traces of fentanyl in the bubbler pipe to no avail. You sympathize, but you’re tired of these junkies. Really tired. Petty crime has exploded in your area. Smash and grabs on cars, and auto theft are at an all-time high. You can’t keep anything in your shitbox Honda Civic anymore, not that it matters. Another $400 plus tax on your credit card for that rear window (if you’re lucky). ...

Pulling into your local Walmart, you see a filthy twin-sized mattress strapped to a car. ... In the driver's seat is a woman in a hijab. A man, presumably her husband, sits in the passenger seat wearing a knockoff designer tracksuit and fake jewelry. In the old country, only he would drive. Here, his wife can gaslight, gatekeep, and girlboss her way through a Human Resources department. Three children sit in the back. One of them is severely disabled and you can hear them screaming through the windows. It sounds like a deaf lumberjack shouting “timber.” You think back to that memory-holed Joe Rogan episode with Gavin McInnes where they discuss how disgustingly inbred and unhealthy the Muslim world is. Mom and dad are probably cousins. Sweet Home Islamabad. ...

Canadians bear the brunt of high costs. Another glance and the brick of old extra old white cheese is $11.26. That was all before the oligarchy of grocery chains claimed Long Coofid hit their distribution network. Besides, probiotic bacteria are bad for you, chud. Trust the experts at Health Canada, who as of 10 years ago were still telling Canadian parents their children needed 5 servings of carbs a day from refined, processed white rice & pasta. ...

The only son, barely 11 or 12 years old, is wearing purple eyeshadow with glitter, a trans flag around his neck like a cape, a pair of headphones (self-diagnosed autistic), and is walking with a cane despite no discernible disabilities (he has none). The international TikTok clinic told xer/xim they were all the above. Mom just wants to fit in, so she rolls with it. Junior wants hormone replacement therapy and hasn’t told her yet. If she has a problem with it (she doesn’t), the horse police will show up at her door and remove her children. You move on and pivot to the egg fridge. A dozen eggs is $7.97 not including tax. "These would be 50 cents in the States," you think. ...

Instead of waiting in line for boomers to stand slack-jawed and stare at debit machines beeping 'REMOVE CARD', and then ask the cashier if they accept scratch tickets (they don’t), you make your way to the self-checkout. Two stands catch your eye. One has leftover paper plates from Diwali, the other has plastic and paper cutlery for the Chinese New Year. Passing by girls' clothing, you see shirts with the word 'JUSTICE' printed across the chest, next to other shirts that say '#ATTITUDE'. You get into the self-checkout. While scanning your items, you notice the Punjabi clerks aren’t paying attention. They exchange pleasantries and send memes to each other on TikTok. Two separate couples are deliberately not scanning items. “Times are hard,” you think. A Canadian kid with his father audibly asks why they have to pay when others steal. “It's the right thing to do,” he says. The kid looks confused, and a little sad. His young heart aflame with indignation. He’s right. It makes you sick. ...

You think about how you just need to save up enough cash to move to Alberta. Wages are higher, taxes are lower, you hear. That Premier, Danielle Smith, seems reasonably sane enough despite the character assassination over not allowing children to mutilate their genitals in horrific ritual sacrifice to the DEI God and greedy doctors. ...

Can’t crack open a beer on a park bench, but you can fire up that bubbler pipe. You have to stand 7 meters away from doors and entrances, but open-air fentanyl use in kids' jungle gyms is a-okay to our longhouse courts. In the distance, you also vaguely hear weird Christian music playing. There are Black Israelites in purple uniforms on the sidewalk, yelling at a small black boy about how he is the real Jew, how white people were created in a cave by an evil wizard named Yakub in the Caucasus Mountains, and that melanin is magic. ...

Immediately under the white woman shenanigans is a now-deleted post by a Jeet. He gloats about how when the "Britishers" came to India, they threw bread crumbs at children the way a man might feed a flock of birds. He says that his fellow Jeets deserve access to white people and that they have no right to complain. He believes this is revenge for "pilfering the gems of India." You laugh at this taunt, remembering that beaches in Ontario have signs not directed to anyone in particular, but are mysteriously in English, French, and Hindi about not defecating in the sand. Very curious. Poo in the loo.

This is boring (and depressing). You go to Google dot com and type “Canada Reddit”. The top post, a "secret" leaked report from the horse police to federal ministers, claims that they’re worried about revolutionary activities once Canadians realize how dire their situation is. Golly gee, you don’t say? They carefully, of course, pin the blame and public outrage at the obliterated quality of life for the next three generations on misinformation and disinformation. These are contrary to The Science and Our Democracy. The Right Side of History must win in this endless campaign. The federal government, of course, is not responsible. The 2.2 million LEGAL immigrants per year, the population increase from 35 million to 42 million between 2015-2024, solely due to immigration in a scheme sponsored by a Blackrock-affiliated think tank founded by a Jewish man, had nothing to do with it. ...

You scroll through more posts. Toronto Police are openly telling the public to leave their car keys by the lanyard so that when the inevitable car-thief break-in occurs, they don’t assault you in the middle of the night for them. They’ll arrest you if you defend yourself, by the way. Proportional use of force and all that, chud. Nuh-uh! No self-defense for you! If you kill your enemies, they win. Scrolling further, a gold heist. Every single one of the perpetrators is brown, with a token Caribbean they managed to rope into their scheme. Brown people stealing at Toronto Pearson International? What a surprise. You’ve had enough. You mosey on over to your bed, resisting the urge to doomscroll further. Your phone is plugged in. You’re consumed by darkness and the sounds of the city by your open window. It gets too hot in there, so you crack it open. It’s not uncommon to hear a homeless person scream at the top of their lungs in the dead of the night followed by an ambulance and the inevitable police siren, but you’re so used to it, they put you to sleep. 6 hours and 15 minutes, your alarm says.

You toss and turn for 30 minutes before passing out from exhaustion. Ready to do it all over again tomorrow.“The Canadian Dream,” as they say, or whatever bullshit American idiom Poilievre has appropriated “for freedom” these days.

Well, they voted for it. And they will do it again.