IF YOU DON’T LIKE HIM: Vote him out. That’s how our Canadian democracy works. Until then, respect his decisions. JT loves Canada, but the Americans and the CIA have ways to blackmail our nation out of Lumber, Water and uranium.
CONCLSUSION
THE WORLD VOTE is HERE
“In the November 1940 week of nightmares, when mighty German planes bombed London, British bombers retaliated by attacking Berlin, where the Soviet foreign minister, Molotov, was pressing Hitler for an answer to just exactly when German forces would invade the British Isles.
We had heard of the conference beforehand,’ Churchill told Parliament, ‘ and, although not invited to join in the discussion, did not wish to be entirely left out of the proceedings.”
― William Stevenson, Spymistress: The Life of Vera Atkins, the Greatest Female
Secret Agent of World War II
i will save Justin Trudeau
MK Ultra made him a monster….childhood abuse
and his mother always quoting psalm 45: Handsome man eloquent speaker
Such horrible abuse, Monsieur Jukic
Red shields Zionist media can make or break presidents, popes, and Prime Ministers.
INT. NORTH POLE BASE – NIGHT
Snow batters the steel walls of the Canadian Arctic outpost. A string of faded Christmas lights flickers in the mess hall.
JOE CANUCK sits at a metal table, sipping coffee from a dented thermos. Across from him, JUSTIN TRUDEAU rubs his temples, looking unsettled.
JOE CANUCK
You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Justin.
JUSTIN TRUDEAU
(quiet, almost whispering)
It wasn’t a ghost. It was worse.
JOE CANUCK
Worse than a ghost? Out here? Try me.
Trudeau hesitates, his eyes darting to the frosted window as if checking for eavesdroppers.
JUSTIN TRUDEAU
Back in ’72… they told us Santa had arrived at the base. Everyone rushed out to see him. Kids, soldiers, staff… we were all so excited.
JOE CANUCK
Alright. And?
JUSTIN TRUDEAU
It wasn’t Santa. It was Richard Nixon. Dressed in the suit. Beard, red coat, the works.
Joe nearly spits out his coffee.
JOE CANUCK
(laughing)
Nixon? Tricky Dick, handing out presents at the North Pole?
JUSTIN TRUDEAU
(gravely serious)
Not presents. Speeches. Campaign speeches. To children. I’ll never forget the look in their eyes when he said, “I am not a crook.”
JOE CANUCK
(raising an eyebrow)
Sounds horrific, alright.
JUSTIN TRUDEAU
(shaking his head, haunted)
Don’t ask me to talk about it again, Joe. I can’t.
The Christmas lights flicker once more. For a moment, the room feels colder than the snow outside.
JOE CANUCK
(sighing)
Fair enough, Justin. Some things are better left buried in the snow.