They tell us to trust the process.
Trust the vote.
Trust the news.
Trust the men in suits who smile through their lies.
But how much trust is left when everything reeks of rot?
Let’s stop pretending. The mainstream media—the very people paid to inform you—have long since been bought and sold. Their scripts are written in backrooms you’ll never see, by hands you’ll never shake. They don’t report the truth. They manufacture it. Spun and stitched until it’s safe enough to spoon-feed the public.
Polling firms? Just another cog in the machine. Their numbers change not with public opinion, but with political convenience. Their so-called “science” has all the integrity of a rigged carnival game. You know the kind—the one where the prize is just out of reach, and the house always wins.
Inside the House of Commons, there are snakes wearing human faces. Smiling for cameras, parroting pre-approved lines, then slithering back into the shadows where real deals are made. Our elected officials? Many of them are no longer loyal to the people, if they ever were. They serve higher powers—lobbies, foreign interests, and unelected elites who pull the strings from behind the velvet curtain.
And if you think the courts, the RCMP, or CSIS are your last line of defense, think again. Corruption isn’t just knocking at the door—it’s already sitting at the dinner table, carving the roast. Justice, law enforcement, national security… all hollowed out and dressed up in uniforms that mean less with each passing year.
So is it really such a stretch to ask: What about Elections Canada?
If everything else is compromised—from the news you read to the laws that bind you—why would the very institution that counts your vote be immune?
Let’s not be naïve. Democracy doesn’t die with a bang. It fades in flickers. In quiet backroom deals. In stolen ballots. In digital algorithms hidden behind impenetrable code. In institutions that swear they are neutral, while quietly deciding your future without you.
Canada is not what it once was. And unless we face the rot head-on, it may never be again.
