Every day or 3, I get up, or sit down at some point during the day and well into the night and next morning I'll just doomscroll through a feed of links and thumbnails that are either of decreasing relevance, emotional or educational value, to noticeably dwindling views. And I'll try to write something I think might be valuable for the future. Something to say, as Dragoneer put it, "we were here." But my predictions come true, or close, yet always being subverted or with some cruel new twist added that I'd never anticipate, or want to. It all happens faster than I can work. That is, unless I devote more time to it than I have.

Among my predictions, which began and would continue to progress with some dreams and visions that began in childhood, the introduction of legalized euthanasia to Canada was when I knew I had to do something with whatever skill, intelligence, talent and most critical, time I have left. Then came Covid, a pandemic we were well overdue for, which many of us instinctively feared was around the corner. This only accelerated those fears. The Portapique massacre was something my brain was trying to model one day, unprompted except for maybe the combination of sweltering humidity and strong sativa. I didn't see a vision of one man impersonating a police officer, and killing quite that many people. I saw a squad going rogue and targeting a few homes, some of them empty, but come on, the parallels are undeniable. He even shot at a building he had no idea if anyone was inside in desperation. He'd had enough and decided to become a twisted version of justice in the flesh, and that's what I'd believed the cops were doing forever. And I'd seen how Mad Max became "mad" in the first and yet least remembered movie in that series, seeing my own backyard come to resemble that place, bit by bit.

We arrived well past that point some time ago, and I think I'd been insulated until it hit me personally, literally, in the face, head and body multiple times one night. And when I realized that in the absence of legal recourse for the crimes committed against me that night, I might do the exact same thing to them if I could get away with it, it all just clicked for me. And I began to understand why some in positions of power and privilege, even the most minor, can other so easily, wish death and erasure upon another's body or entire culture. Because what Gabriel Wortman did to his wife and other victims, what our cops do (and don't) and what those cowards did to me, it all stems from this place, and this culture. And it's one of the oldest, most well preserved remnants of that culture that predated both America and Canada as we know them, but were quintessentially colonial. The Nova Scotian is a case study in a breed of human who is part colonizer but even more colonized, with all the baggage that entails.

And I'm fresh out of empathy for that culture. Compassion fatigue, they call it. But really, that ship was beginning to sale when I was offered euthanasia as a requirement (that I consider it, however, it's obvious where this is intended to lead) before I would be referred for treatment. Basically, seek mental health support, or sometimes just disability support in general, and you're rolling the dice. If you meet certain, hidden criteria, and it might boil down to practitioner preference, you could have someone try to force a MAiD policy discussion on you. In addition, I was probed about my religious beliefs. But this doesn't always seem to be the case. Discriminatory practices and little discrepancies like that need to be chronicled and leveraged as ammunition in what's going to be a debate that has no choice but to divide the country in ways we're simply not seeing here, not like in the US. This will be that wedge issue. Carney's pronouncement that we will have to make "sacrifices," a word I expected him to use, reads to me like him laying the groundwork for trying to ease the country into the age of necropolitics.

Meanwhile, Poilievre is wasting his moment on conspiracy theories about Justin Trudeau. Just like I expected, he doesn't care about the issue. If he brings it up later, it'll have been too late. "Where were your pro-life values back in 2018?" He'll fumble, drop the ball, it'll go through in 2027 on schedule, be expanded further from there. He'll blame the Liberals for starting it in the first place even though he did nothing until the last minute to try to stop it, ask for another seat or shot at PM, and probably get it. This is the game we've been watching play out before us like the most pussified piece of professionally wrestling ever for at least 15 years now, and they're doing all of this while they know, must know full well by now, that these people are demanding blood sacrifices be made, alright. Just as long as it's anybody but them. And if the end result of all this was an entire wiping of our ruling class by means of 3 lethal needles? How in the world can you expect me to mourn the people who intended to do that to me, to somebody like my best friend, Ty "Cody" Tessa Rhine, a transgender addict with a history of depression and homelessness?

I believe if she were here, and saw every form of genocide being attempted in every landmass right now, if she hadn't been hit by a speeding truck she might be dead at the hands of ICE by now. I fear what might befall all my furry friends and even former enemies. But I also saw the beginning of the alt-right and the neo-racialist movement, as well as the new eugenics and pro-suicide advocates. I used to argue with these people all the time, and get called a conspiracy theorist for thinking the future looked like Market Fundamentalism, aka Fascism, probably mixed with the worst of both worlds of Communism, with an Orwellian surveillance apparatus that was both public, private, and already probably possible back then. But AI, of course, made everything to do with everything I just talked about so, so much worse. So I'm not saying I was a prophet, but I was clearly on the right side of history, not just morally but directionally and it makes me not only qualified but responsible to summarize how we got here.

FurAffinity is where I became an antiracist, a leftist, and an opponent of the alt-right, before it was even called that. It may have started on 4Chan, but the day it began there it was polluting our ecosystem, up to and including our staff, just as the cub fetishists did. It might not have been at the right time or for the right reasons, but fate ultimately forced the fandom and FA's hand to do what the majority had always known was the right thing and drain the swamp. We purged both. So it's time to argue for a broader social purge of both from our society. We've seen everyone scapegoated by now but the true scapegoats. And the fandom was demanding literal blood. But someone's demanding ours. So it's time to start writing those ultimatums from the people to the power, that if blood must be the currency spent to save these dying regimes, let it come from the upper crust, the bottom rung, and anyone in between, but if and only if they create conditions for others through abuse that necessitate their death. If that results in cyberbullying awarding death sentences decades down the road because technology can prove your words or actions lead to some of those suicides you read about because your feed forced you to, everyone should be on their best behavior, right?

Or how about we just prevent that by doing it to anyone diagnosed a psychopath, anyone scanned for any attraction to children who tests positive, anyone with 2 too many road rage incidents or meltdowns at Wal-Mart? Maybe just for showing too many signs of mental illness in your conspiracy theories! Think I feel threatened under that last rule? Who makes more sense right now, me, or Kanye, or Alex Jones, or Russell Brand, or any of them? Who sounds crazier and more out of touch with what's actually been going on the past few decades?

When I haven't been here, I've been working on my activism elsewhere. It's taking a while, but I am starting to get noticed by people other than bots. And I need to be able to leave something behind for them if anything happens to me, or maybe before anything happens to them. With Canada's resources dwindling as rapidly as they are, and labor unrest starting to reach revolutionary levels with draconian responses from at least one province, I think I might give us 5-10 years, maybe even less, before they just come out with it, and as stupid, stupid as that would be, it can't work... This is Canada, and we have been substituting our reality for the rest of the world's own for so long, that this just might be the first country that ever though it was going to get away with committing genocide against some segments of its population by asking for it nicely, the way it separated from Britain.

Well, it wasn't that simple. We had a death penalty once, we could reinstate it. It might be necessary to give ourselves some self-inflicted wounds to show America and Russia, maybe even China, don't test our loco. They need to fear Canada, and I don't see how we can do that without demonstrating something that isn't a nuke, unless we can develop those ASAP! Now if Canada turns its ship around, if America survives its increasingly likely one or more extra terms under Trump, maybe my entire argument goes out the window. But I have a lot to do and need to stop wasting time. You can't fear death too much when you've gone through some of what I have. But the fear of death is exactly what's going to cost so many people their lives.