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Hi.

Prepare your anus, you’re about to get a red pill suppository.

O Canada

O Canada

I still remember going to the park as a child

Playing in the fountains, and watching in absolute wonder

The clouds roaming the sky, it was a 90s month of July - Oh, how my nonna would cry -

And feeling so much pride in this land, and gratitude

Gratitude for the opportunity that had been handed down to me.

Because I loved my country, and I was a good boy.

 

I remember singing the Canadian national anthem

Gazing the red-and-white flag of my family’s new home

Shouting the meaning for which it stood: A true North, strong and free

From far and wide, I had pledged to stand on guard for thee.

Because I loved my country, and I was a good boy.

 

When I was 18, I felt an obligation to my people

An obligation to enrol in the armed forces

For I feared the feeling of deep remorse

My roots, the source of my life’s considered courses.

Because I loved my country, and I was a good boy.

 

Then, I heard of a Québécois soldier who had died in vain

South of Montreal, they confirmed he’d been slain

And sadness poured on a first day of pain.

Because I loved my country, and I was a good boy.

 

When I heard another had died on our very soil

It was two days later; his soul transcended mortal coil

And I foresaw clash between past and future, and consequences starting to boil.

Because I loved my country, and I was a good boy.

 

I thought back to earlier years, of myself and my fellow peers

How life, once upon a time, seemed so much more sincere

I questioned the winds of change, “How the hell did we end up here?”

As the atmosphere was no longer clear since the day even America began to fear.

Because I loved my country, and I was a good boy.

 

When Trudeau ran for Prime Minister, and I knew he was a criminal

With the desire to transform this country, to morph it in his image

With promises he would complete which could never be undone

I had warned all, right before the sun had shunned.

Because I loved my country, and I was a good boy.

I wanted to preserve the values which were now my responsibilities to uphold

I worked in isolation, tirelessly, informing people of the importance of reason

And didn’t riot in the streets as I believed democracy would prevail.

Because I loved my country, and I was a good boy.

 

When I first began to notice that the newcomers to the country I loved so much

Seemed resistant to our laws and rights, I thought Italians had too

Taken a generation to adapt and blend. I owed them patience, I tried helping their integration

For Canada wasn’t a people, after all, but a set of ideas. So I waited.

Because I loved my country, and I was a good boy.

 

In fact, perhaps it was us who needed to do better, so I shushed my inner voice

One suggesting that maybe… maybe these people didn’t want the same things

Maybe they just had different ways of achieving what the Italians and Greeks,

The Portuguese and Lebanese, the Poles and Ukrainians, the Vietnamese, had accomplished

So I hushed that inner voice, and persisted through their cultural growing pains.

Because I loved my country, and I was a good boy.

 

After reflection, it hadn’t taken much to realize that politicians of all affiliations

Failed to conserve every ideal our country once stood for

Our national security at Roxham Road, our crumbling infrastructure, our fading social services

But I soldiered on, since I was likely the one needing to adapt to this shifting 21st century.

Because I loved my country, and I was a good boy.

 

Suddenly, my country was ruled over by a boy who never held a job

And mobs of these new Canadians had no intention of preserving what my blood helped build

Instead, they wished to suck that blood like parasites, bitter and jealous of my pedigree.

Thus, they modified Canadian definition to fit theirs, but I continued to have faith.

The Anglo and Franco Canadians, our founding nations, would now see their country gone astray

The Canadian project was in decay, and dear Canadian kindness was the world’s gateway.

Because I loved my country, and I was a good boy.

 

I waited for a leader to appear out of the darkness

I waited for someone who’d tell me he understood and shared my fears

I waited for promises to make what was still possible happen

And I waited, enduring the ridicule socioeconomic consequences of a failed experiment.

Because I loved my country, and I was a good boy.

 

Still, we provide unconditional shelter to the rest of the world

Weighing us down like a burden over our backs

Until ruin, we will carry an infinite charge of suicidal leaches driving us to our definite demise

Yet, why didn’t we, as a people, care for our own people?

Because I loved my country, and I was a good boy.

Now, as I begin to see how the world really works for the first time of my life

An awakening not limited to me, but to loving patriots’ A Mari Usque Ad Mare

Who have waited likewise, understanding the beginning of this nation’s falling

Who have waited likewise, over the frozen tundra of lies and deception

Who have waited likewise, shivering, as the sun set on a country which no longer exists

Some still hope the resurrect the Maple Leaf from its chaos, to raise it from the dead

Like the God this land has forgotten, whose name is transcribed in our anthem’s verses

A once tribute turned symbol of mockery, for this land has no more faith in God

Blasphemed in houses of our newcomers; Blasphemed amongst the conformed

A God we whisper our sins to, who we ask for courage in these desperate times where I wonder:

“Will it take another flood to purge the virus that saturates the world?”

 

Today, I am no longer bathing in those water fountains at the neighborhood park

Today, my nonna is no longer with us.

Today, I am no longer a child.

But from long ago, we all made a sacred promise to ride those flood waves shall they ever come

Because we love our country, in All Thy Sons Command.

Bain & Gain

Bain & Gain