You lose your job.
The rent’s overdue.
Groceries are now a luxury, not a routine.
And as you pack the last of your belongings into garbage bags, asking yourself how it all fell apart, will you still be pointing fingers at Trump? Will you still be praising Mark Carney, the man who’s never missed a meal and never will?
Let’s not kid ourselves—Carney doesn’t lose sleep over you. He’s not out there protecting the working class, the single parents, the seniors skipping meals to keep the lights on. He’s playing a different game altogether. And trust me, we’re not on the same team.
You see, it’s easy to hate from the comfort of stability. It’s easy to mock and sneer when your fridge is full and your job feels secure. But what happens when the pink slip arrives? When the bank calls? When the eviction notice is taped to your front door? That’s when reality slaps you awake.
By then, though… it’s too late.
This isn’t just politics. It’s survival. And the people pulling the strings behind the curtain—the Carneys of the world—aren’t pulling for you.
So ask yourself:
When it finally lands on your doorstep, will you still be cheering for the people who let it happen?
Drop your thoughts below & repost.
