There is something deeply unsettling about silence. The kind of silence that lingers before disaster strikes, before a predator pounces, before an empire collapses. And yet, that silence is exactly what we hear from Canada’s leaders as they steer the country toward economic suicide.
The question is simple: why won’t anyone admit the truth? Why won’t anyone step forward and tell Canadians the reality staring them in the face?
We cannot win a trade war with a country ten times our size.
Like a child throwing rocks at a giant, Canada is picking a fight it cannot hope to survive. The United States is our lifeline, our economic heart, pumping life into our industries, our jobs, our very way of life. And yet, we see the rising tide of hostility, the reckless political posturing, the blind arrogance that dares to bite the hand that feeds us.
Are we so consumed by hatred—by a desperate need to defy a man, a party, a symbol—that we would burn our own house down just to make a statement?
History is littered with the corpses of nations that overestimated their strength, that mistook their moral righteousness for invulnerability. The path Canada is walking now leads to only one end: devastation. Trade wars are not battles fought with guns and soldiers; they are slow, rotting deaths that strangle economies, destroy industries, and leave nations broken beyond repair.
How long before the factories shut down? Before the shelves empty? Before the banks crumble under the weight of a collapsing dollar?
And still—silence.
No warnings. No leadership. Only the quiet, creeping dread of a nation teetering on the edge of economic ruin, too blinded by ideology to recognize the abyss yawning beneath its feet.
When the reckoning comes, there will be no victory—only suffering.
And by then, it will be far too late to scream.
