reply to post by NWMA2012
The Canada that I learned of as a child is long gone. When traitors have taken over our government, true patriots like myself become the so-called
"terrorists," if not just by thoughtcrime itself. Our government continues to stupify the population, while pushing its own closed-door agenda upon
us. They pretty it all up by saying "counter terrorism" and "war on drugs" and "fighting child pornographers," but only the stupid masses
believe it since they no longer have the capacity to put real thought into the politics above them.
The other day, I walked out of the grocery store. I looked around, and just like every other day people were pushing their carts to their cars under
a sky gray, devoid of sunlight. Within my mind, I knew that everything is changing, that the lives of these very people are connected with my own by
our shared nationality. But as these people scramble to wake up, work, and sleep, they have no room to think about what their efforts ultimately
contribute too- the machine of the state.
And now that machine aims to consume them; us. It works to assimilate us, to make us
more productive for it
. If there was no serious
disconnect between us and the machine, then this method would be for our benefit. But there is that disconnect. The head of this machine tells us
one thing, while doing completely different things. What do they have to hide? It is significant enough to not discuss it with us, who fuel this
And when I think too deeply about this, it invokes emotion; the emotion of knowing that I am part of something much larger than myself, and this thing
is something that I should be a voice of, as a fundamental part of the whole. But as a citizen, I am not. I am just another statistic.
When I think about what my country has become, I am awed- but when I think about what it will become, I shed a tear for it. But what could be, is not
always destiny. The path can always be re-routed.
And this is what I am thinking of, on this day. 22 years I have been of this country, since birth, and to death. I have always believed strongly in
my people to overcome any obstacle, and have always felt warmth within my soul in being labelled, in this earthly existence, as Canadian. But now,
the government is taking measures that enforce reform and declare dissenters as the enemy. I dissent to their reform.
Am I an enemy of my country because of my feelings towards it?