I miss the good old Covid days. Back then, yes, we were opressed, but there was espit de corps in the resistance and among those of us who were hiding out here in Mexico waiting it out, but now that it is over, the two who were promoting the jabs here died suddenly and when I talk to my jabbed Canadian friends, some suddely have Parkinsons, multiple cancers, and/or seem to have dropped twenty IQ points.
Is that just me? Or are you seeing this, too?
Ottawa Funded the China Ferry Deal—Then Pretended to Oppose It
While Beijing-backed hackers infiltrated Canadian telecoms, federal and B.C. leaders quietly financed a billion-dollar shipbuilding deal with a Chinese state firm—then tried to pass the buck.
https://theoppositionnewsnetwork.substack.com/p/ottawa-funded-the-china-ferry-dealthen
Some of these things I still miss
I grew up without safe spaces.
I grew up without trigger warnings.
I drank water from the hose.
I ate peanuts in class.
None of us wore a helmet.
Kids got hurt. We fell down. And we signed a lot of casts.
We couldn’t pause TV. We’d call out “It’s on!” as soon as the commercials started to end (for those who had left the room). And we watched our favourite shows as a family.
There was no next day delivery.
There was no bundle this with that.
There was no internet. Skip the Dishes didn’t exist.
Fast food was not the norm. It was easier to eat healthy. There were home phones. There was VH.........
