You ever speak the truth so raw, so close to the bone, that the whole room seems to go quiet? Like someone turned the oxygen down?
I can sit with my family for hours while they tear Donald Trump apart—every insult, every stumble, every orange-tinged soundbite. It’s like a ritual. The rage is rehearsed, the scorn familiar. Trump is the villain in their story. Always has been. Always will be.
But when I steer the conversation toward something more unsettling—something that cuts a little too close to home—like the slow suffocation coming from our government, or the eerie calm around Mark Carney, who hovers in the background like a well-dressed shadow… everything stops. The words don’t land. They evaporate. Eyes glaze. Minds shut.
It’s not resistance. It’s vacancy.
It’s like something takes them away for a moment. They’re there—but not really. Not when you challenge the narrative. Not when you pull at the threads stitched into their worldview. Mentioning Carney is like whispering a name you’re not supposed to know—like breaking some unspoken pact.
That… that’s what scares me.
Mark Carney, the polished prophet of the elite, always smiling like he knows the final page of the book while we’re still stuck in chapter one. They call him a steady hand, a financial savior. But look closer. His fingerprints are all over the quiet chaos—money games, digital leashes, global power plays. He doesn’t light fires—he just watches them burn from a penthouse window, sipping something expensive, telling us it’s all under control.
And no one moves. No one blinks.
Our leaders print money like it’s confetti, while people drown in debt and despair. Housing is a fantasy. Savings are a joke. And the few who do ask questions? They’re painted as paranoid, fringe, dangerous.
Because it’s easier to punch a clown like Trump than it is to stare into the cold, quiet eyes of the ones running the show right here—at home.
And still, the fog hangs thick. Say “Trudeau” and someone might twitch. Say “Carney” and you can hear the hum of mental shutdown. The hypnosis kicks in. The show must go on.
Something is wrong.
Deeply, deliberately wrong.
We are living through a kind of waking coma. Where loved ones look at you like a stranger the moment you name the wrong ghost. Where truth doesn’t just make people uncomfortable—it unplugs them entirely.
And maybe that’s what evil really looks like now. Not a cartoon villain on stage.
But the invisible hand stroking the world into sleep.
Because the most terrifying monster… is the one no one’s willing to admit is real.
Michael and his angels made war with the dragon…
maybe people don’t know enough to have an opinion, never mind knowing any shred of history or untold truth….goblin, puppet, lackey, hmmm who knows, does the G7 know? who really wrote or co-wrote “values” eh, hmmm interesting it is…
who knows, maybe he really is a nationalist in WEF clothing
It is Carney who often has a difficult time answering questions, maybe he doesn’t remember his lines in the script…
ya, like the mass invasion by people from India, replace whitey kill whitey, or all the lies and deception of those “immigrating” here, like the 50,000 students that never registered, or all the useless people buying up gas stations and franchise restaurants to replace white aka the Kalergi plan and the UN compact on migration, aka destroy white civilization and ethnocentric identity. yes, WEF-White Extinction Fanatics, de-industrialization, depopulation, zero nation state sovereignty, treason, high treason, genocide war and proxy war slaughter bots for the goblin republic, zero debt free national currency, only net zero stupidity based on lies, deception, manipulation and industrial economic and cultural genocide, yes no wonder peoples eyes glaze over, the truth kills….
what about the budget?