Fourteen days. That’s all that’s left until what may be the most pivotal election in Canada’s history. Two short weeks to decide the future of a nation hanging by a thread. And just when unity is needed most—when the fight demands a strong, united front—Doug Ford decides to go rogue.
Like clockwork, Ford took aim—not at the true architects of this country’s unraveling—but at Pierre Poilievre, the one man who’s dared to take on the establishment. The timing? Not a coincidence. The motive? Clear as day. This isn’t just political theatre—this is sabotage.
Ford’s swipe comes off as more than just petty political jabbing. It reeks of betrayal. The kind that doesn’t just sting—it festers. When Canadians are desperate for leadership, strength, and a break from the suffocating grip of Liberal overreach, Doug Ford plays spoiler. He’s taken a page right out of the Trudeau playbook—divide, distract, and dismantle.
Let’s be honest: Ford’s so-called “Conservative” mask has been slipping for a while now. But this? This makes it official. He’s not with the people. He’s not with the movement. He’s a turncoat—plain and simple. A political opportunist cloaked in blue, doing red’s dirty work.
This wasn’t about principle. This was about power. About fear. Because Ford knows that a Poilievre victory would expose everything: the compromises, the backroom deals, the quiet allegiances he’s made under the radar. So, what does he do? He throws gasoline on the fire, right when Canada is finally starting to wake up.
It’s not just disappointing—it’s dangerous. With the country on the brink, Doug Ford made his choice. And he didn’t just pick the wrong side—he picked their side.
History won’t forget this. Neither will the people.
