Watching the Collapse from the North: How Much Longer Do We Just Sit Here?

Canada’s Front Row Seat to the Collapse of American Sanity

And How Much Longer Are We Supposed to Just Watch?

From up here, we’re watching. Boycotting. Bracing. Hoping the wreckage doesn’t crash through our door.
Because when your southern neighbor is lighting democracy on fire and golfing while kids get dragged out of schools, it’s kind of hard to pretend everything’s fine on your side of the fence.

Trump posts on Truth Social that it’s a “good time to buy DJT” (his own stock ticker, naturally), and boom—his buddies cash in, and he walks away half a billion dollars richer.
That’s not capitalism. That’s a pump-and-dump grift wrapped in a red hat and gospel music.

Meanwhile, ICE agents—on U.S. soil, in 2025—are showing up at elementary schools. Looking for children. Not gang members. Not criminals. Just kids whose only crime is existing in the wrong place at the wrong time. Venezuelan asylum seekers—many of whom were shipped to prison with no trial, no protection, no voice—are still locked up like animals.

And he talks about his golf game.

We’ve seen people march, shout, resist, and burn out. We’ve seen journalists censored, truth twisted, and courts turned into political weapons. And through it all, somehow, he’s still standing there, smug as ever, like the villain in a movie who knows the script always bends in his favor.

So I have to ask—how long do we sit and wait, politely boycotting and whispering our outrage, while the fan keeps spinning and the shit keeps flying?

There’s a poem—a warning, really—that echoes louder now than ever:

First they came for the migrants, and I stayed quiet—because I had my papers.
Then they came for the journalists, and I looked away—because I wasn’t one of them.
Then they came for the protesters, and I stayed home—because I was tired.
Then they came for the children, and I told myself it wasn’t my fight.
And by the time they came for the rest of us, there was no one left to speak.

No one is illegal on stolen land.
Let me say that again for the people in the back: No one is illegal on stolen land.
You cannot claim moral authority while standing on the bones of genocide and waving a flag of exclusion.

So no, Canada can’t just quietly sidestep the fallout. None of us can. This isn’t just American dysfunction—it’s a global crisis of conscience. And history will remember not just what he did, but what we allowed.

We need to stop waiting for permission to be outraged.
We need to stop pretending that our silence is neutral—it’s not. Silence is complicity dressed in polite language.

If you’ve ever asked yourself, “What would I have done during history’s darkest moments?”—look around. You’re doing it now.

Speak up. Show up. Write. March. Boycott. Disrupt.
Because the ship is already tilting, and if we don’t grab the wheel, it’s going down with all of us on it.

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