From Motorcyclist to “Medical Refugee”

Our friend shares his account of life in Canada for the “unclean” in 2020-2021

Hola, amigos 😊

It’s been a few busy weeks—our girls attended a summer camp for a week at Acton Academy, hand-making instruments with other kids each day. It has been too hot again—feels like even more intense heat and humidity than we’re usually accustomed to. We’re all looking forward to living up in the cooler air of the mountains in just 3 weeks. We spent a few hours up at our property on Sunday, enjoying the views and planting some fruit trees. And I’m sure it was the clearest it’s been all year…and the greenest too!

For my next few posts, I interviewed a friend of ours (I’ll call him Dan) who left Canada in late 2021, just 4 days before us. His story is similar to ours, but has its own unique twists and turns, and Tom and I love his sense of humour. He has quite a sense of adventure too—taking his motorcycle across El Salvador, and up the rugged mountain roads around here regularly.

Here is the first part of my interview with Dan…

Enjoy the ride, friends! 😃

What is Canada like now versus the Canada you grew up in?

Compared to today, I grew up in a much simpler time.

You must take into account my young age in the 60s and 70s, but the Canada I grew up in was a high-trust, primarily white society. Not that there wasn't ethnic and racial diversity—there was—it’s just that it was not so pronounced as it is now. Also that diversity did not demand to remake society the way it does today. For example: Free Khalistan within Canada, Sharia Law, all land is Native land, UNDRIP and the destruction of property rights.

I recall walking with a friend to Kindergarten (age 5) and elementary school( ages 6+). Approximately 1 km each way. Nobody drove me to school. Ever. I could disappear all day long on my bike and my parents never worried. Crimes against children were rare and taken very seriously. Property rights were a thing. Acknowledging Canada as stolen Native land before a Stanley Cup game was not a thing. "White privilege,” DEI (diversity, equity, and inclusion), and Critical Race Theory were not a thing. Merit was all that mattered—not your ethnicity or the colour of your skin.

Belief in governments and institutions was strong. Corruption was something that existed elsewhere, such as in Latin America. Divorce was almost unheard of. Communism was a scourge, associated with mass murder, genocide. Evil. Canada had issues of course, but on balance I felt then that Canada was mostly a just and fair place. The envy of the world! In hindsight I was incredibly naive. Looking back I see myself, at least up until my 40’s, as a massive consumer of the typical socialist leftist "CBC" KoolAid. Good examples of this are feminism and abortion, which were heavily promoted by the left in the 70’s in Canada. Well, what do we have now in Canada? Full term abortions and 50-year-old "trans women" in changing rooms with 14-year-old-girls at swimming meets!?

Today I see Canada as a failed nation-state. There are still signs of the old Canada, but I feel that unless the people push back hard and soon, the future does not bode well. Alas, unfortunately most Canadians are clueless “KoolAid drinkers.” Communism apparently is now a good thing. Promoted throughout academia and the education system. Via organisations such as the WEF (World Economic Forum) with their "stakeholder capitalism" (translation: class warfare, fascism, collectivism) infecting all branches of government. Money talks.

Unfortunately Canadians have had it too good for too long. That is about to change. High tech Black Mirror type collectivist dystopia or possible civil war or breakup are on the horizon. I would not be surprised at all to see Balkanization. Canada splinters. Want high tax, leftie, multi-cultural enrichment, gender diversity and wokeism? No hay problema, move to GTA (Toronto), Montreal, or Vancouver. Want more of a merit-based system where you are taxed and micromanaged by governments less? Grow your own food? Move to rural Western (formerly) Canada.

How did you see things changing for the worse in the last decade or so in Canada?

"Sunny ways" WEF puppet teflon Justin Trudeau with the groovy hair and dreamy eyes—yet zero accountability—has destroyed Canada. The country is unrecognizable.

From carbon taxes, out of control spending, moral decline through the promotion of gender-bending identity politics, mass immigration, divide-and-conquer politics and pandering, white elephant green energy boondoggles, to name but a few.

Trudeau has been a disaster for Canada. One cannot help but wonder if this was the plan all along, and Justin has executed it flawlessly. A brilliant foil for WEF initiatives.

What was it like living in Canada during Covid and the lockdowns? How did people treat you during that time?

It was isolating, saddening, alienating, demoralizing, shocking and infuriating, all at once. Overwhelming. The feeling that one's government has declared war on you. The mask of civility was ripped off. But it wasn't just governments and unelected Public Health, media and the eXpErTs. No, my entire extended family, without exception, and nearly all my friends chastised me severely for refusing to inject a substance into my body that I did not have complete confidence would not harm or possibly kill me. For THAT I was vilified!? To say that this has been extremely painful is an understatement. Thankfully my immediate family had the wits to refuse the jab.

I honestly felt that my life had been turned upside down and that my prior 60+ years on this planet was a LIE.

What else have they been lying to me about all my life? COVID has caused me to reevaluate and question everything I have been taught my entire life. Red lines were crossed. COVID in Canada wasn't merely a psy-op fear campaign. No, it was all-out war against individual sovereignty. Against any notion of inalienable "rights" I thought I possessed as a Canadian. Lies, all lies. Turns out I merely had privileges—that could be revoked at the whims of the powerful. The mask of civility was ripped off.

The truth? I am a mere slave. A tax slave. A disposabe means to an end for the powerful. Covid in Canada was like being on a non-stop BAD psychedelic trip. The walls caved in. I felt I was trapped, having taken a heroic dose of mushrooms. Not pleasant. And not in nature. Totally bad news—until I escaped to Mexico in late 2021.

What was the last straw that pushed you to make the decision to leave?

An acummulation of events led to the "last straw.” Briefly: I retired early in September 2020 from a Health Authority in BC, after working there for more than a dozen years. I could see the writing on the wall. In March 2020, upper management demanded vaccination records of all its staff.

Why? Was this not private information? Did my employer not value privacy all of a sudden? Or were they exempt from rules that would fire me on the spot for so much as peeking at my own health record, never mind anyone else's, in a database?

I could see there would eventually be no alternative to taking the shot to remain employed. Indeed, a surprising number of people at this Health Authority retired early or quit during Covid. I guess not all of them were made of rubber.

In early 2020, my employer sent me home to work. Gyms were closed, going out wasn't a thing. I looked and felt fat. Thankfully, later in the year, gyms reopened in BC. I found a good gym, or so I thought..

Summer of 2021, socially distance and wear a mask while working out?? Riiiight. Sigh, I pulled my mask down below my nose, so I could still breathe. Look—if I was sick, there was no way I was going to the gym. This is just common sense, wasn't it?! It was all for show, but at least I could still go to the gym. Then the coup-de-grace dropped in September 2021: no vax, no gym. What?! I’ll never forget surrendering my pass at the Rutland YMCA. Kabuki theatre. The YMCA with a large picture prominantly displayed on the wall beside me promoting "inclusivity" as I wordlessly closed my account.

I didn't say anything to the clerk across from me. She knew. I was one of those people. The unclean. The irony and hypocrisy were off the charts. But only in my eyes it seemed.

The gym-banning start day in BC happened on September 12, 2021—my son's birthday. Shortly thereafter, our beloved prime minister, Justin Trudeau, got on his soapbox and famously proclaimed,

"If you don't want to get vaccinated, that’s your choice, but don’t think you can get on a train or plane beside vaccinated people and put them at risk…”

What?? On top of everything else, no restaurants, gyms etc., now movement restrictions!?!?

The. Last. Straw.

Communists or National Socialist, a.k.a. "ehre papieren bitte!" Nazis do this nonsense. This was so WRONG!!!

I asked myself,

“Given this, in time, will I have **ANY** rights in Canada???”

This was/is fundamental. Now I viscerally understood my Jewish friends' touchiness about being singled out. It was like 1930’s Germany.

I was now one of "those people.” Translation: sub-human. Disease-spreader. Granny-killer. It felt like someone had painted a big red 'X' on my back. I had to get out. Leave, before I was put in a camp or worse.

I’ll never forget driving back to Kelowna from Nelson where I was visiting my daughter on September 30 2021.

In the middle of nowhere, past Rock Creek, I pulled over and stopped to think. I HAD to make a choice. I had to preserve my health, my sanity, and take a stand against this horrific travel ban. It was so wrong. I had just one chance to escape it. Not only that, but I had to make the choice…NOW.

I needed to give 1-month's notice on the condo I was renting at the time. **NOW**

I took a deep breathe, got my phone out and pulled the trigger... Notice given. Plane tickets and AirBNB for 3.5 months in Puerto Escondido Mexico, booked. All my stuff in a shipping container in the Kootneys, done. All in 2 weeks. I wasn't going to ever live in Kelowna again. On October 23, 2021, I stepped up to the Aero Mexico counter at YVR and the ticket agent (a man) asked me, “Any symptoms Sir?" I replied, “No,” to which he replied, “Welcome aboard!"

Thank God for Mexico!!!

A new chapter in my life had begun…

Thanks for reading, friends!

Stay tuned for Part II of Dan’s adventure…and why he eventually chose El Salvador…coming soon!

Nos vemos pronto, amigos 😊