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Did you catch the latest?
Danielle Smith teasing Albertan sovereignty.
Referendums. Negotiating teams.
The same old promise — that maybe, JUST MAYBE, if we rally behind the right plastic politician, The System will let us be free.
CUTE.
Another bone tossed to the crowd.
Another carrot dangled.
(That’s all they ever give: carrots & bones — never the right to say no.)
And you know...
I’m done playing nice.
Truth is, I’m so-$%#!@-sick of this carrot-dangling, hope-teasing soap opera they keep rerunning — like we’re too blind to see it’s the same old con glazed in maple syrup.
IT'S A JOKE.
And then there’s Pierre.
You likely saw it — strolling out a week after losing the Selection (sorry, Election), hand-in-hand with his wife...
Both smiling like it’s all fine.
Promising a better tomorrow.
As if we’re making progress — while the average Canadian’s been burning through their last reserves since the 2020 Glitch.
Telling us to hold steady… while the country collapses.
Easy words, Pierre.
Easy when you’re parked on a cushy GUBERMINT salary, watching the peasants scramble.
And then there’s Mark Carney.
Shaking hands at the White House, pretending to stare down Trump like Canada’s fate hinges on this one scene.
"Canada’s not for sale,"
says Crime Minister Carney
(... as if it hasn’t already been carved up by bankers and bureaucrats).
Meanwhile…
Trump jokes about tariffs and annexation, Carney smirks, the cameras flash — but you and I?
We’re left watching the soap opera, knowing damn well the house is on fire — and they don’t care.
I’ll admit...
I can’t prove they’re all in on it.
Yeah, I wear tinfoil, but even I can’t hear what’s on the back-channel.
Smith, Poilievre, Carney, Trump — maybe they’re not passing scripts behind the curtain.
Maybe.
But if I had to bet?
They sure act like they’re reading from the same one.
Smiling for the cameras.
Tossing carrots and bones to keep the so-called freedom movement busy while The System tightens the noose.
And the average freedom fighter?
Still sitting.
Still watching.
Still too busy hoping The System will somehow fix itself.
So here’s where we land, Rebel:
If you’re still clinging to the idea that salvation’s coming from a politician — I get it.
The propaganda runs deep.
But at some point, you’ve got to ask:
How many carrots dangled, how many bones tossed — before you see they’re stringing you along?
This isn’t left OR right...
It’s not about Pierre, Danielle or Trump.
You're either...
IN OR YOU'RE OUT.
You're either IN the circus — or you’re OUT finding the EXIT before the whole tent goes up in flames.
Still on the fence?
Let me be blunt:
That fence isn’t neutral ground.
It’s where The System parks you — stuffed with carrots, gnawing old bones, politely waiting for a rescue party that’s been delayed so long it’s probably not arriving.
Harsh? Maybe.
But here’s how I see it:
Nobody’s coming to save you.
So, if you’re done choking on carrots & bones, scatter this signal.
Forward it to one friend who’s fed up.
Slip it into one inbox, one chat, one thread where someone else is sick of waiting for saviors.
Because carrots rot. Bones break. But exits multiply when you share them.
Now let’s keep moving — before the next bone is tossed.
Paul (Private) 🕇
Chief Ranter-in-Exile, No Cavalry Coming Taskforce
TheExitLetter.com
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