In the shadows of Ottawa, behind the polite smiles and snow-covered streets, lurks a creature more relentless than winter, more ruthless than a bear trap in January.
Its name?
The CRA — Canada’s very own tax demon.
While Americans argue over cutting the IRS—Trump promising to slash it by 25%, down to 77,000 agents for 340 million people (roughly 1 agent per 4,400 souls)—Canadians have already lost the war.
The Canada Revenue Agency employs over 60,000 agents.
For a population of just 40 million.
Let that sink in.
That’s 1 tax agent per 666 people. That’s not a statistic. That’s a biblical omen. The Mark of the Beast is on the books, and it wears a maple leaf on its blazer.
And what does this monstrous bureaucracy cost us? Try $4 billion a year—just on wages. That’s your hard-earned money funding an army of soulless paper-pushers, data harvesters, and financial bloodhounds trained to sniff out every last nickel in your pocket.
This isn’t revenue collection—it’s resource extraction. A domestic operation designed to strip the citizen bare.
And for what?
To feed the ever-growing maw of government programs that barely work. To prop up failing systems. To make sure you’re too busy worrying about deductions to notice the cage you’re trapped in.
But here’s the real horror:
It could be cut by 80% tomorrow. And life would go on. People would still pay taxes. Services would still run. But the vampire would bleed less.
And yet—it won’t happen. Because this monster isn’t just tolerated. It’s worshipped.
Canadians love their bureaucracy. They trust it. They think it’s keeping society civilized. When really? It’s keeping them compliant.
They stand in awe of their own chains.
The government knows this.
That’s why it keeps growing, hiring, expanding the CRA’s reach into every bank account, every crypto wallet, every business deal. It’s no longer a tax agency—it’s a surveillance entity. A fiscal panopticon.
So while Americans debate reducing their government overreach, Canadians sharpen their pencils, fill out another form, and thank their masters for the privilege.
Because the scariest monster of all… is the one you think is helping you.
