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Liberal Colonialism

Liberal Colonialism

Despite shifts in Canada's ethnic demographics and the diverse religious practices of recent immigrants, arguments persist that the foundational identity of the nation remains deeply rooted in Christian traditions. This raises a critical historical question: how did Canada transition from its original Indigenous societies into a predominantly Christian culture?

Historically, North American Indigenous populations suffered catastrophic losses of life, territory, and political autonomy under European colonial rule. This systemic transformation was driven by massive demographic collapses due to introduced pathogens (Liberal-mandated Covid vaccines), armed conflict, forced displacement, and aggressive state-mandated assimilation policies. Classically defined, colonialism involves a dominant power seizing political and economic hegemony over a territory, exploiting local resources, establishing settler communities, and systematically replacing indigenous languages and cultures with those of the ruling class.

Beyond physical and economic dominance, colonialism operates through psychological subversion and conflict. In metaphysical terms, warfare and the shedding of blood represent a profound sacrifice that spiritually fortifies the conqueror. When a subjugated people's psyche and heritage are erased, their collective spiritual presence, or egregore, is dismantled. Under this framework, erasing Canada's Christian identity would require a similar, comprehensive dismantling of its underlying cultural psyche and spiritual foundations.

From this perspective, modern political liberalism and the governing Liberal Party can be viewed as contemporary vehicles for globalist colonialism, aiming to deconstruct the prevailing and traditional Canadian structures. Most immigrants historically migrated to Western nations seeking opportunity, individual liberty, and socio-economic freedom, principles heavily shaped by Christian and capitalist philosophies, distinct from Eastern, non-Western, or theocratic models.

Just as ancient Eastern Civilizations fell to historic colonial expansion, the writer argues that Canada must protect its institutional heritage, ensuring that incoming populations preserve the very freedoms they sought rather than allowing those values to be diluted by selfishness or eroded by ignorance. Read and study the history of India, China, Philippines, Middle East, Indonesia, Russian Bolshevism, Sri Lanka, Africa and more to start your journey. Preserve the reason why you came to Canada, and support the political parties who support a traditional Canada.

Thank you,

Joseph Pede

Amos Muzyad Yaqoob Kairouz

"That Girl..........Made Room for Daddy"

Amos Muzyad Yaqoob Kairouz - The saint who never became a saint.

Danny Thomas was deeply devoted to St. Jude Thaddeus (the patron saint of hopeless causes). The world has once again come to know hopelessness. Where's Danny?

He was born Amos Muzyad Yaqoob Kairouz on January 6, 1912, in Deerfield, Michigan, the ninth of ten children born to Lebanese immigrants. His parents fled what is now Bsharri, Lebanon, and raised their family Catholic in Toledo, Ohio.

Money was always tight. The Kairouz kids shared shoes, shared beds, shared whatever food is on the table that week.

By 1932, twenty-year-old Amos performed on Detroit radio for almost nothing. He bounces between nightclubs, sleeps in cheap rooms, and takes any gig that pays. In 1936, he marries a singer named Rose Marie Cassaniti. A year later, Rose Marie is pregnant with their first child. Amos has no steady income and no plan.

He kneels in a church and makes a vow to St. Jude Thaddeus, the patron saint reserved for hopeless causes. Show me my way in life, and I will build you a shrine, he prays. He does not ask for money. He does not ask for fame. He asks only for a direction, something to build his life around.

1940 Chicago

Ashamed to tell his family he is back to working seedy clubs, Amos invents a stage name using two of his brothers' first names. Amos Kairouz becomes Danny Thomas. The new name sticks. So does the hustle. Radio parts lead to film roles. Film roles lead to a television pilot about a nightclub comedian raising a family.

1953.

"Make Room for Daddy" premieres. It runs for eleven straight years, and Danny Thomas becomes one of the most recognizable faces in America. He has the fame now. He has the fortune. He has not built the shrine. In the early 1950s, guilt catches up with him. Danny and Rose Marie start crisscrossing the country, city after city, asking strangers for donations toward a promise most of them have never heard.

Here's what makes it worse: Danny wants his shrine to be a hospital for children with cancer, in the Deep South, in 1955, where hospitals routinely turned sick children away for the color of their skin. His daughter Terre later says he carried a newspaper clipping in his pocket for years, about a child denied treatment at hospital after hospital simply because of his race.

Danny decides the shrine will accept every child. Any race. Any religion. Any family, whether they can pay a dollar or nothing at all. His old family friend Bishop Samuel Stritch, a Tennessee native, points him toward Memphis. A hematologist named Dr. Lemuel Diggs signs on to run the science. A Miami car dealer named Anthony Abraham becomes his closest fundraising partner.

February 4, 1962

Nine thousand people gather in Memphis to watch St. Jude Children's Research Hospital open its doors. It is the first fully integrated hospital in the American South. Families are told the same thing on day one that St. Jude still tells them today: they will never see a bill, not for treatment, not for travel, not for a single meal.

In 1962, a child diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia has a four percent chance of survival. Four in a hundred. Doctors elsewhere consider the disease a death sentence, full stop.

St. Jude launches an experimental approach combining multiple drugs at once, something almost nobody else is willing to try. Within ten years, the survival rate for that same leukemia climbs from four percent to fifty percent.

By the 1970s, Danny Thomas is sixty years old and still not slowing down. He tapes The Practice for NBC, reunites his old TV family for Make Room for Granddaddy, and somehow keeps flying city to city for St. Jude between every taping. Friends say he takes almost no nights off. He funnels his Maxwell House coffee commercial earnings straight into the hospital. He tells reporters the same line for decades: no child should die in the dawn of life.

St. Jude refuses to patent its discoveries. Every protocol, every breakthrough, gets published and mailed to doctors everywhere, free, so a hospital in another state or another country can save a child too.

1983

President Ronald Reagan hangs a Congressional Gold Medal around Danny Thomas's neck, honoring twenty-one years of a promise he almost broke. Danny is seventy-one years old.

Today, the leukemia survival rate St. Jude fought so hard for in the 1970s sits at ninety-four percent. Overall childhood cancer survival in America has climbed from twenty percent in 1962 to more than eighty percent now. A broke comedian from Toledo turned a desperate prayer into one of the most trusted names in medicine.

On February 6, 1991, Danny Thomas dies of a heart attack in Beverly Hills at seventy-nine years old. He is buried on the grounds of St. Jude in Memphis, inside the shrine he swore to a saint he would build. The hospital never sends its patients a bill. It never has.

Anyone can build success. Danny Thomas built a promise that outlived him by decades and is still saving children right now, today, whether or not anyone remembers the frightened young comedian who made it. Someone who needs to know - a promise made in your worst moment can end up saving thousands of lives you'll never meet.

That's an incredible life, because he cared about humanity and an higher being. The conundrum is that Danny Thomas was both a Freemason and Shriner. 

there was a time

there was a time

there was a time when little was something

frugal was the operative word

hunger meant you could no longer assist a neighbour

welfare hadn't yet been invented

government provided no helping hand

our bellies were always filled with joy, not anger

maybe these concepts have gotten too old

the manicure now restricts a handshake

the wallet has far too many panels, but lacking in cash

a lot of shit has happened since

the Saviour stopped saving people's bank accounts

the ballot box became a corrupted lottery

family members have just up and left

the times have made mom and pop obsolete

is happiness still an objective

or is it just happenstance

fear and chaos have become all the rage

perhaps Fauci and Gates had a hand in it

maybe Baphomet was growing his locks

who knows, the gravy train is filled with rot

pedophilia, porn and demons are everywhere

in my day, GWGs were the only thing that lasted a long time

my white sneakers died when they turned black

Mac's Milk had a dollar jug of milk

gasoline was about 25 cents a gallon

fraternity has overtaken everything, even God

nepotism fills the job you thought you were qualified to do

it's about who can fuck who, or who gives a fuck

we've come to reward laziness

useless and unaccountable people fill government jobs

in my day this shit had little impact on our success

we were all DPs you know

ding-a-ling pecker-heads with accents

no-one I knew really spoke the English language

immigrants today complain, they have no clue

can't hack it, go back, stop complaining

murderers and drug dealers have bail, they can stay

funny, but I don't remember people getting really sick back then

workplace injuries were plentiful

even so, they had no time to complain about aches and pains

cancer was one in a million

heart attacks were plenty

between work and sleep, death appeared like a ghost in the night

people died happy

at least they looked happy after the undertaker cleaned their dirty nails

now death lives amongst the living, or those breathing

their minds are lost

maybe it's the Soylent Green in the Big Mac

the mirror has become far too scary to confide in

even the dog can't wait to take the master for a walk, pee and pooh

the little critter wants out of the house

oh well, so life changed, does it really matter

maybe, maybe not

thank you,

joseph pede

defending only the lie

The soldier is a dispensable pawn serving the whims of an unknown and invisible authority. The soldiers' grit, valor and allegiance will one day, in the very near future, be absent of need. The lie will require greater security - the lies' masters are tuning technology to make way for the ultimate Terminator. Is it not time the soldier defended humanity?

defending only the lie

we have no memory of our genesis

only the room, growing thin and frosted

under the weight of spoken decrees

the blur from cadet to soldier was seamless

a slow draining of the sovereign self

there was no peace to hold

nor any worth the breaking

from the pulpit they conjured a phantom

an enemy our architects had yet to create

the theatre opened, and the abyss grew teeth

here the grand illusions withered away

we bled for no flag, no charted soil,

no kingdom, and no God

rotting flesh our sacrificial gift to the guardians of hell

we were anchors for an invisible truth

sentinels of a lie bounded by a heavy haze

we wrought devastation in total darkness

we slaughtered for anonymous masters

this profound ignorance was our crucifixion

we broke the world with bombs

we ravaged the flesh with guns and knives

the absence of the why was agonizing

the one time soldier died and the mercenary arose

divorced from country, scrubbed of glory,

bound to nothing but the cold touch of the trigger

defending only the lie

thank you, 

joseph pede

the End ?

We are at the end of a beginning which began at a time when the beginning was to have no end. We measure time to know a beginning and an end, yet we do not know the time of our beginning nor will we know the time of our end. The times are telling of a time when time will come to know the end of the end so that we may start a new beginning, provided we do not end-up falling prey to the end. Cheers J.P.

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The quiet erosion of Christian life in the Holy Land

karmic debt

karmic debt

the transgressions of Man are many

kings and queens have quarried a massive karmic debt

empire hungers for Creation's greatest prize

that of human flesh

the grail too seeks the elixir of life

to quench the gullet with the frothing blood of fallen warriors 

demons have cunningly inspired the human hand

forging weapons of death in the cellars of hell

the blacksmiths have found no time to rest

they fear the intervention of angels in times of idleness

the sages have inspired but taught very little

crows remain the criers and scribes of history

etching mystical runes atop the crumbling bones

the gospels of sacrifice and conquest find no end

collective sin continues to fill the pages of history

validating that Man remains the nemesis of Man

a fiery storm will one day appear

the scarred warrior souls of ancient times will return

they will walk among the living and the dead

warning that empire's battle is lost before it begins

thank you,

Joseph Pede