EMPIRE OF LIES
Dr StrangeRage or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love the Truth
Crazy things can happen when you shake hands with the wrong man.
Or the right one.
On my 2022 bingo card, being at the center of the most ridiculous political story of the year this far was not anticipated. When your opposition is a raving mob of foaming at the mouth, hate-filled lunatics that make sure to check under the bed at night for Reinhard Heydrich, you can grow to expect this sort of unhinged behaviour.
Predictably as planned, the deranged leftist mob lost its’ collective, Schwab loving, boosted hive mind, which was the entire point.
”Fascists! Racists! White supremacy! Violent terrorists!”
I am a critic of all public officials including Mr. Poilievre; however, the depths at which the establishment slime has sunk in order to tarnish this man is shocking and has left me with a more cautiously hopeful supposition of him. The same monsters seem to hate both of us with an equally disturbing enthusiasm! Noted.
Of course, every one of these pejorative smears are demonstrably untrue with even a softball approach to verification of facts. The mob doesn’t fuel itself on the truth. It runs on emotions - primarily hatred.
They hate us all, because we stand to jeopardize what they love most of all: their ability to wield power over others. The truth is the purest and strongest antidote to lies. If hatred is their fuel, lies are their foundation.
Now we’re going to time travel for a moment. Please bring a helmet.
In my fledgling days of being a throbbing, mortal wound in the side of establishment subversive liars, February 2020 I was the subject of a viral video viewed 7 million times in 48 hours across Canada opposing the hero worship of Taliban terrorist, (Mubin’s pals), Omar Khadr.
I received thousands of messages of support from Canadians and Americans alike, but more importantly, many serving and retired military personnel.
Gavin McInnes offered me an interview the following day.
He was the only person in the world to ever do so as the story was successfully suppressed and ignored by, well, everyone. Within hours of the video circulating online, the damage control began.
Pages and pages of a blog were released with cited, out of context quotes, sound bites and video clips from a variety of streams and discussions I had had with others spanning months. To my naïve chagrin, it appeared the Anti-Hate Network had been monitoring me for some months. This was the beginning of the years-long astroturfing campaign of character assassination.
Fast forward to April 2020. I’m now living in Saskatchewan and had just learned of the rampage of Gabriel Wortman on my home province. Having some justified questions as a man with a history of chasing armed men in gunfights, I expressed my concerns online.
That video was viewed over five hundred thousand times in the span of a week and it turned out, the vast majority of Maritimers agreed with me. There was one comment; however, I found amusing - a rotund, (selfie-from-the-forehead-downward-angle-type), woman said, and I quote, “Shut up you stupid farmer!”
Concise and brilliant as any Nova Scotian has ever been.
Who was especially displeased though, was the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. I would later learn, years later in fact, that not long after this video upload I was marked as a “Person of Interest” by Federal and Provincial police forces and placed under surveillance.
As time crawled by, our little online community began to grow much faster than in the “before times”. Before the dark times. Before the Covid. Before the Empire.
Born out a gag, part branding and part community signaling, the now infamous “Ol’ Slashy” of Diagolon found popularity among many who recognized the daily deconstruction of our societal norms, social isolation and segregation of our people. Stay home, stay safe, stay scared.
The hell with these lies, I said.
“Find your friends!”
Go outside, be courageous and force a tyrant to act like one, and oh, did they ever deliver. This expanding sentiment of the population that identified with my message of strength in unity against a state apparatus hell-bent on our division found it’s rally cry in the face of never ending mandates and theft of our lives.
FUCK YOU, MAKE ME!
Like the first attempt at space flight, not everything goes off without a hitch and the state had seen enough of our deep cutting criticism. A drug addicted, jealous, unhinged RCMP informant and sufficient political pressure later, I was off to jail for the first time in my life…and then a second time. Now it appears likely that I will go for a third time.
To the day of this writing, I have never been approached, questioned or requested to be interviewed by anyone in the RCMP, CSIS or related agencies. Do they always decide to investigate and charge someone with a razor thin, transparently ridiculous case nearly a year after an alleged incident with convenient political timing or is that standard practice?
Uniquely this time, the last person to be notified I was being charged was myself. The media was first!
They and their sycophant zombies didn’t waste any time gleefully relishing in the latest impotent attempt to intimidate me. Such is the manner of lesser, weak men.
In the present, I am currently the most lied about and slandered man in the nation. I have been greatly blessed to enjoy the love and support from many more wonderful people than I deserve. This community, and the good people of Canada are some of the brightest and warmest souls I could hope to call friends. To live up to the high standards that you all truly deserve is an impossible task for someone as flawed as myself.
Trying but consistently failing to do so has been the greatest honor and privilege of my life.
There is very literally an overwhelming war chest of exonerating evidence my legal team has at their disposal. Unfortunately, these matters take time to resolve. In the coming days, weeks, months and years ahead, you will continue to hear the empire of lies continue to do what it does best - construct a monster of falsehoods and feed its’ belly with incitement of public hatred.
You have no reason to feel concerned about the outcome of these accusations, because I do not. I plead not guilty, because I am not.
This is a politically motivated, carefully orchestrated character assassination campaign by our enemies to erase my credibility and use me as a mechanism to break support for Mr. Poilievre. This is how desperate they have become.
Canada is full of political prisoners these days. It’s the new normal.
“Judge me, O Lord my God, according to thy righteousness; and let them not rejoice over me.
Let them not say in their hearts, Ah, so would we have it: let them not say, We have swallowed him up.
Let them be ashamed and brought to confusion together that rejoice at mine hurt: let them be clothed with shame and dishonor that magnify themselves against me.” - Psalm 35
In the end, as they say, the truth will set us free.
It will set me free. It just so happens that the truth will also cast our enemies to prison and into hell itself.
That’s why the truth is a dangerous thing. In an empire of lies, the truth is the enemy and none are more despised than those who speak it freely.
I will withstand their accusations, their slander, their hatred and their plotting.
They will not withstand the unraveling of their schemes.
I always play the long game.