Yet another domino tilts. Canada, that feckless northern cousin of global order, now finds itself on the brink. The Bank of England has requested emergency G7 talks, a move that stinks of desperation and historical inevitability.
For years, I have warned of the dangers of liberal decadence, of nations built on sand rather than steel. Canada is our canary, dead in the coal mine. Its economy, once propped up by housing bubbles and resource exports, now crumbles under the weight of debt, social fragmentation, and cultural exhaustion.
We watch a nation dissolve not through conquest but through incompetence. The G7 will convene, diplomats will flap their jaws, and the end result will be nothing. For problems born of cowardice yield not to committees but to revolutions.
We are witnessing the Fall of Rome in slow motion: the same soft belly, the same reliance on foreign imports, the same moral vacuity. Canada’s fate is a mirror. If Westminster does not heed the warning, our own turn will come.
History forgives only the strong.
