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Journalist Rupa Subramanya opined on the lack of patriotism expressed by Canadian “conservatives” today, comparing them to the likes of MAGA, and their commitment to “fight[ing] for America.” On X, she wrote:

“Whatever you think of MAGA, especially during the current hostility between the U.S. and Canada, they fight for America, and they're patriots. You don’t have to agree with what Trump is doing domestically or internationally to recognize that his politics are fundamentally patriotic. More broadly, the typical American response whether they're MAGA or not isn't to denigrate America or dream of leaving it when things are going bad, but to fight to take it back.”

By comparison, Subramanya says, “Their Temu Canadian imitators do the opposite.”

“…You'd be hard pressed to find this attitude among conservatives anywhere on the planet. They fight against Canada. They denigrate the country to Americans, cheer when it’s humiliated, and talk about leaving rather than fighting to fix what they think is broken.”

She’s not wrong. But she’s missing the “why.” Many Canadians who have seen their country destroyed by the Liberal Party over the past decade have little reason to exhibit patriotism. There is no reason to fight alongside their government because their government isn’t fighting for them. The government meant to be protecting the country and its citizens is not. While Trump won two elections by speaking to and standing with working class Americans and by fighting for the country he is tasked with protecting, as President, the Canadian Liberal government has done the opposite.

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This episode streamed live on August 26, 2026 on ⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠,⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠Substack⁠⁠⁠⁠, and ⁠⁠⁠⁠X⁠⁠⁠⁠.

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Canadians have never been known as tough guys. We have always been America’s quaint, sometimes kooky, but ultimately harmless neighbour—sweet bumpkins, clueless to the big bad world America was fighting on our behalf. While Canadians were busy watching hockey and putting up deer fence in their gardens, America was protecting their economy and imagined sovereignty. Canadians have been able to live in safety and peace, with a decent economy to boot, on account of their border and relationship with the US. Now, they’re playing tough with the bigger brother whose armpit they were tucked safely behind all this time. To their own demise.

We had a good run with our surprisingly good (albeit odd) comedy history, our toques, our beer (eh), and our healthcare, but over the past decade, Canadians have become among the most propagandized—and thereby not just annoyingly sanctimonius, but dangerous—people in the world. This is thanks to a tiny, government-funded media landscape and legislation like the Online Streaming Act, which allows the Canadian Radio-Television and Telecommunications Commission (CRTC), a government agency, to filter what Canadians see online.

We used to know that we were mostly irrelevant and that our role was to provide resources, natural beauty, confusing names for our coins, moose jokes, and pleasantries. No longer. Our government and media decided our modern role was to take wokeness to new heights. We were going to take direction from Canada’s antifa, hand our homes and street names over to Indigenous tribes, and make child sterilization and mutilation our national pride.

It is on account of our abiding trust of government, view of ourselves as Most Good, and vulnerability to propaganda that it was so easy to stir Canadians up into a tizzy over a fake threat in the form of President Trump, then elect the man installed by Justin Trudeau, Mark Carney, to stay the course. That the mortifying “elbows up” crew—the same people who hid in their homes throughout Covid, terrified of a cold, reporting their neighbours for having grandma over for Christmas dinner—bought the Liberals’ story that Trump was coming for their “sovereignty” so swiftly should tell you all you need to know about their willingness to believe anything offered to them by the CBC and their Facebook algorithm.

By late 2024, support for the Liberal Party was in the tank, thanks to their authoritarian Covid response, treatment of the Truckers, and destruction of the economy. Nearly half of Canadians were calling for Justin Trudeau’s resignation. Remarkably, this was all forgotten in an instant when provided with an opportunity to “fight” a “war” against their greatest ally, America.

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This episode streamed live on August 20, 2026 on ⁠⁠YouTube⁠,⁠ ⁠⁠Substack⁠⁠, and ⁠⁠X⁠⁠.

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I spoke with Marie Kawthar Daouda about all this and more. Marie is a Moroccan and French academic, a lecturer at Oriel College (University of Oxford), and the author of Not Your Victim: How our Obsession with Race Entraps and Divides Us, published by Polity Press.

*This conversation was recorded before Arday’s death.

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I am often accused by those who don’t like the things I say or post of “being in a silo.” My recent posts about Fauci’s diaries, for example, garnered this response many times over, as do my criticisms of the Democrats, my support for the Trump administration, and my concerns about encroaching authoritarianism in Canada.

Though I know I shouldn’t concern myself with what the peanut gallery says, particularly the extremely silo’d peanut gallery of Facebook, which tends to lean progressive boomer (that is to say, Canadian Liberal Party voters), it does drive me a bit mad.

I can’t expect internet randos to know my entire history, or even frankly to read beyond the one post that happened upon their feed (I know reading further than your immediate screen has fallen out of fashion), but the assumption (which I think is really just parroting and projection) that anyone who doesn’t see things as they and their feed-friends do must be “living in a silo” and “should get offline” is so insanely backwards it makes me feel, well, insane.

I don’t have a silo. To start, most people I interact with in my real life do not think like me. Some do, in some ways, and not in others. Many more are liberals who think Trump voters are evil or retarded racist homophobes who hate immigrants and women’s rights. Many others are apolitical. Some others are genuine conspiracy theorists, a la lizard people. There are plenty of people I engage with regularly who have no idea what I think about anything, nor do I know where their views on penis-women or Teslas lie.

Online, which is not where I spend most of my time, unlike most Canadians on Facebook, I am likewise not operating in majority positions. I am mostly being called names and being insulted by Janet of Waterloo.

More amusing are those who assume I am “living in a red state” (I don’t think Nayarit qualifies, unless we’re measuring heat), Christian (I honestly wish), and that I grew up in a conservative home (I didn’t even know any conservative people until I was well into my 30s) and simply don’t know any better. These people arrive in legions every time I suggest that lockdowns did more harm than good; that mass illegal immigration is great for the types of people who can afford to hire pool boys and gardeners, but terrible for working class people who need good jobs to support their families; or that government censorship of the internet is a fascist thing, not an anti-fascist thing.

I held none of these views ten years ago. Until 2015, I voted for Canada’s version of the Labour Party, the NDP—which was even further left than the Democrats when I was an avid fangirl. I was raised in a leftist home by a Marxist father and a feminist mother. I identified as a socialist until I was about 35. It never occurred to me that universal basic income or open borders or free daycare could be anything but good. Capitalism was bad, business was bad, guns were bad, property ownership was bad (obviously). I couldn’t imagine a different view, and didn’t really want to, so assumed I was right.

In Canada, after I began speaking out against gender identity ideology in about 2012, not one mainstream party stood up for women’s sex-based rights and in support of my right to say that men aren’t women. In 2017, all three parties—the NDP, the Liberals, and the Conservatives—voted to pass Bill C-16, Canada’s gender identity legislation, which I testified against at the Senate.

So I just stopped voting until the People’s Party of Canada (PPC) came along in 2018, and took a stand against the Covid lockdowns, trans ideology, and mass immigration. (The PPC, while at least offering a platform I can support without selling my soul, has yet to win a seat in Canada, alas, so can’t do much to sway public policy. Its existence allows me to vote again, at least.)

Needless to say, my politics had begun to shift. Watching the left chant “sex work is work” and “transwomen are women” over the years had finally convinced me to jump ship. These people had revealed themselves to be cowards and morons. Mean ones, at that! These were the “be kind”crew who staged a mass campaign to have me fired from my job and no-platformed at rabble.ca, a leftist online news magazine I worked and wrote for from 2011 to 2016. I resigned after editors pulled an article I wrote, complaining about Planned Parenthood’s adoption of the terms “menstruators” and “pregnant people,” as the term “woman” had ceased to be “inclusive.” Clearly, acknowledging that only females menstruate and give birth was transphobic.

I became the witch Canadian progressives were dying to burn—an easy target, being just one woman, with zero institutional power or round the clock security detail.

I suppose you could have called me “politically homeless” at that point, but I no longer needed a political home. I wasn’t right, left, libertarian, or anything else. I even stopped calling myself a feminist. The feminists I’d known, “allied” with (I have grown to hate that word, in its red guardiness), and worked with for so many years were just as authoritarian and sludge-brained as anyone—refusing to sit next to, speak with, or even hear anyone who failed their purity tests. Because I refused to operate as they did, they also began trashing me. I failed to toe their lines, I sat on panels with men they’d deemed “racist” or “misogynist,” I invited guests on my podcast who questioned the #MeToo movement and whether Canada and the United States were really bastions of white supremacy. I asked questions like “but what did he actually do?” rather than getting out my pitchfork.

I was tired of the same rhetoric and analysis being applied to everything, because “as feminists” we were required to look at every situation through a “feminist lens.” Individual circumstance was irrelevant, nuance was off the table, and realities that didn’t fit the narrative were not to be spoken of.

I started a new podcast and platform in 2020—The Same Drugs—in order to escape the limitations of feminist ideology and analysis. I had not become a writer and podcaster so I could stop thinking and learning, and simply repeat what I had been told to say. I wanted to talk to people who saw things differently, to hear different perspectives, to be challenged and questioned and surprised. I succeeded, and it was awesome.

I love my work, I learn new things all the time, I’ve connected with countless people I never would have had I remained in my silo. I understand the world in a completely different way than I did for most of my life, and also understand that there is so much I don’t know.

I also hemorrhaged money, subscribers, and support. Many of the feminists and leftists who’d supported me when I said things they liked no longer did. Most pulled their donations. Some of you, of course, came on this journey with me (thank you), and of course I picked up new readers, listeners, and followers along the way. But I have still not managed to build back up to where I was when I was silo’d.

People often accuse me of “grifting” when I take unpopular positions or question progressive views, but it’s the opposite. Had I stuck with my tribe, I’d be much better off financially. (But not much better off in terms of my own integrity, sense of purpose, and happiness.)

Being a leftist made me very sure of myself—it was easy to just attach myself to certain positions, label those the “good and right” positions, and judge anyone who didn’t fall in line as bad, selfish, stupid, or greedy. I see those who’ve remained in their silo continuing on with this routine—too afraid to step outside their box lest they falter in their certainty.

I voted Trump/Vance in the last election. It was thrilling. I’d never felt more excited to vote in my life. It was my first time voting in the US (I am blessed to have dual citizenship). I don’t identify as a Republican, or as right wing, or as conservative. I don’t identify as anything. I choose positions that make sense to me. I support policies that seem good, regardless of where those policies fall on the political spectrum.

Mainly, I support democracy and free speech. I want to be able to seek and speak the truth as best I can. If that makes me “right wing,” what does that make the left? (I’ll give you a hint: it’s not “anti-fascist.”)

I’ve spent the last decade being threatened, censored, ostracized, protested, no-platformed, screamed at, mobbed, defamed, and vilified. I’ve been called every name imaginable. I am very rarely, if ever, on the “popular” side of an issue (I am still pro-pit bulls and anti-Taylor Swift. I don’t love margaritas). To accuse me of being in some kind of bubble, unchallenged by different views is laugh-until-you-vomit funny.

The silo is yours, babes. Hope it’s cozy.

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This episode streamed live on August 11, 2026 on YouTube, Substack, and X.

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This past week, two ex-NBA players—Enes Kanter and Royce White—declared themselves eligible for the 2027 Women National Basketball Association (WNBA) Draft.

“After careful consideration and reviewing the current eligibility guidelines, I’m officially declaring myself a WNBA prospect,” Kanter wrote on X.

“I think it’s only fair,” White told Fox News this week.

And why not? WNBA coaches and players alike have explained they are “all about inclusion,” in response to Indiana Fever guard Sophie Cunningham’s comments defending women and girls in sport.

“I want to protect young girls in a locker room, or young girls in sport who shouldn’t have to go against biological men,” she said, adding in a later interview, “I think it’s common sense.”

Ever since, Cunningham has received an outpouring of support from those whose rational brains are still intact, and derision from those still pretending not to know what a man is. Many athletes and coaches have been asked to respond, offering empty statements advertising their goodness and “inclusive” values.

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This episode streamed live on August 5, 2026 on YouTube, Substack, and X.

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Last week, a very embarrassing thing happened to exactly the kind of man who deserves to be embarrassed. The diaries of Dr. Anthony Fauci, orchestrator of the Covid charade, were released to the public by Senate Homeland Security Committee Chairman Rand Paul, R-Ky. Fauci’s diaries revealed an adolescent preoccupation with celebrity—both his own, and that of others—as well as a willingness to lie in order to protect his interests.

As reported by Fox News:

The diary entries document Fauci’s fondness of his newfound fame, cozy relationships with a variety of legacy media personalities, his growing frustration with the Trump White House and the suggestion that it was "not hyperbole" to say he was "the most famous and talked about person in the country."

Fauci kept the diaries on a government computer, then emailed them to himself, as he wanted to use them to write his next book. This allowed Paul to access and release them, revealing that Fauci lied about almost everything: about having shut down schools, about Covid-related deaths, about transmissibility, about the suspected origin of the virus, about treatments such as ivermectin and hydroxychloroquine, and about the efficacy of the “vaccine.”

Any normal person would be deeply embarrassed, but I worry that narcissists of his caliber don’t feel embarrassment. I suspect they maintain adoration for themselves—convinced their behaviour is right and justified, and that they deserve all the accolades, money, power, doughnuts with their faces on them—regardless of the impact on others or the nefarious ways in which they won all that.

What Fauci got away with and was pardoned for by Biden, just before leaving office on January 24, 2025, is horrific. His involvement in the pandemic makes him responsible for the destruction of countless people’s lives, families, and businesses. But the commitment to which progressives must hate Trump, conservatives, and really, anyone who is not just like them, means it is not only all excused, but in fact it doesn’t exist at all. To them, Fauci remains a hero, and all those who turned out to be right—people like Robert F. Kennedy Jr., for example, who laid it all out for us in a very big, meticulously cited, book—are still “conspiracy theorists,” “anti-vaxxers” (I mean, at this point, knowing what we know, maybe you should be?), “MAGA,” and a variety of other slurs and labels that equate, essentially, to “non-human” or at very least not-to-be-listened-to.

I’m not sure if there is anything that can be written, spoken, or evidenced that will convince those who turned out to be deadly wrong that they were. The silos they built and insulated themselves in won’t allow it. Their political identities prevent them from hearing anything from those they’ve placed on “the other side” of the political spectrum, pitted as enemies. Even reading Kennedy’s book would be sacrilege, as it would allow information to enter their brains from a source they must label “kook” (and who is associated with Trump) in order to maintain their view of themselves as intelligent, worldly, well-informed, high class people who trust the science. Not like the dum dums who actually looked the “science,” or simply used their rational brains to determine that we were doing irrational things in response to Covid, and pointed out that the media, politicized messaging, and “The Science™” was wrong.

Now that Fauci’s own words—which sound very much like the words of a teenage girl writing about being invited to a sleepover with the popular girls, then being asked out by their crush—are freely available to the public, the truth is undeniable.

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⁠⁠Evan⁠⁠ is the author of ⁠⁠Nothing Left: Confessions of a Democratic Operative⁠⁠. In this episode, ⁠⁠I speak with her about how the party lost its way and what really happens behind the scenes in the elite world of politics.

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