Why The Trucker Convoy in Canada Means Something to Everyone
I grew up with the quintessential Canadian experience. My dad was a forester, now retired, and outdoorsman from Ontario, Canada, and due to the nature of his work, our family settled in a small town northwest of Thunder Bay, a city that sits at the northern tip of Lake Superior where the winters are long, icy, and cold. I also grew up in what Canadians call a hockey town. Hockey was the focal point of our town’s pride. In fact, my dad was watching the Stanley Cup the night I was born.
A typical day might consist of CBC murmuring in the background, boys playing road hockey in the summers, fishing with my dad on the many lakes and rivers that surrounded the area, ice fishing in the winters, transforming six-foot-high snowbanks into snow forts, weekends running around with my friends at the curling rink while my parents participated in bonspiels, or sitting around a bonfire piling on as much bug dope as possible to ward off the hundreds of mosquitos waiting to zap my skin, while the Tragically Hip blared in the background. This was my Canada and the life of many of my fellow Canadians growing up in the 1980s and early 1990s.
My life as a child seemed carefree and innocent, and so did the overall feeling I felt as a Canadian. Despite being exposed to American television and American values, I was proud to be Canadian, but by the mid to late 1990s, that all changed. Our economy began to tank. Jobs were lost, mines were closed, forestry operations were downsizing, companies and businesses that once flourished were becoming dinosaurs of the past or sold to foreign buyers, communities were devastated. It was a time of hardship, grief, and disparity. The Canadian political landscape was increasingly corrupt, and our national identity was weak and waning. Life was confusing enough growing up during this time as a teenager, never mind adding an uncertain future to our nation.
We had a glimmer of hope as the early 2000s rolled in, with the prosperity of the oil and gas industry in the west, the promise of entrepreneurship and small business flourishing in the tech sector, and a prime minister who understood economics at the helm. He wasn’t an approachable character, during an era when the expectation was met with the smooth charm of the Obama administration to our south, but we pressed on, as we do as Canadians, and faired quite well on the global stage. Still, we bought into the promised land propaganda machine in America. What else do you do when you are faced with an identity crisis? You imitate.
Then technology and the Internet began to change our lives and affect the way we received information. We were naïve at first. Social media was new and exciting. It was purely innocent, so we thought, like a few drinks on a Friday night. But we all know where that got us. We’re at the hangover part.
How did we get here as a nation? Well, we imitated the American formula; Get a young, dynamic candidate to run for Prime Minister of Canada and better yet, create a story about a Kennedy-esque family dynasty through his father Pierre Elliot Trudeau’s legacy. Don’t stop there! Take it a step further and romanticize his father’s legacy. Paint a picture of him as the father of universal healthcare and the great creator of Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms. How perfect! We know now, and many of our parents and grandparents knew back then, that Trudeau Sr. held Marxist, unpatriotic ideals throughout his political career and refused to sign the Charter of Rights and Freedoms, which was drafted and signed by all provincial premiers across Canada (except for Quebec), until he was forced to when his lone-wolf version was turned down by federal judges.
Fast forward three decades to a global pandemic we are learning more about by the minute while Trudeau Jr. is in his second term in office finding any excuse to absolve himself and his party of any accountability as far as I think. Canada has faced many of the same mandates and lockdown measures as other countries, but with the added challenge of recent illogical lockdowns in the provinces of Ontario and Quebec and the shutdown of any chance of parliamentary discussion or debate on these matters since executive orders were implemented in 2020. We are essentially living under an absolute dictatorship.
It is now nearly two years after the two weeks to slow the spread mandate was thrust upon a vulnerable public and we’ve had enough! The data we are readily receiving via our friend and foe, the Internet, and “the science” as the mainstream media like to spin it, do not support the mandates that have continued. We must start to admit to ourselves that the only way out of this is through the strength of the people. We have a moral obligation to fight, and we are personally responsible for the outcome and fate of our nations.
So here we have it, the truck drivers, who work day and night in all kinds of weather conditions to feed our families and provide us with all the comforts of modern life, are standing up for our rights and freedoms. No matter who you are or what you believe, this is a movement I have never seen before. I akin this to the fall of the Berlin Wall, it is that poignant.
This is about our freedom to choose what is best for our bodies, our families, and our communities. This is not only a movement for those who do not want to take a vaccine or choose to seek out alternative therapies. It is a movement of people who have had enough of government interference, corruption, lies, cowardice, lack of accountability and leadership, and the relentless attack on the middle class who are struggling to maintain quality of life. It’s for small business owners and entrepreneurs racking up debt and who are penalized through taxation. It’s for our children!
So Prime Minister Trudeau, we are done with your drama and your lip service, your cowardice, and your lies. And we are done with the mainstream media supporting a narrative that fills the public psyche with falsehoods and the shameless promotion of groupthink. The arrogance of these two entities, government and mainstream media, is glaring. Our eyes are burning and our hearts seething. It’s time for us to show this devil what love and individual freedom mean through the power of the people.