The Point of Friction

 

Some basic facts;

1957 The Asian flu led to an estimated 1–2 million deaths worldwide, some 7,000 of which occurred in Canada.

1968 .The Hong Kong flu caused some 1–4 million deaths worldwide, and an estimated 4,000 in Canada.

H1N1 outbreak  2009 In Canada roughly 10% of the populace (or 3.5 million) has been infected with the virus,^[2][3] with 428 confirmed deaths

During the 2018-19 season a total of 48,818 influenza detection’s were reported.

A total of 946 hospitalizations were reported

A total of 137 (14%) ICU admissions and 65 (7%) deaths were reported.

0 abrogations of all Civil Rights across the western world

SARS-Cov2 (Covid-19) as of April First Canada, 2020; 9 560 cases since January, 112 Deaths.

The complete abrogation of all Civil Rights. Encouraging citizens to turn each other in. Complete Economic control.

Illegals still crossing at Roxham Road Flights from China still landing

“1933 Germany, Public health measures“…
Hitler’s dictatorship, backed by sweeping police powers, silenced critics and supporters of individual rights. After all educational and cultural institutions and the media came under Nazi control,”….

 

 

So My Canadian Sisters and Brothers we have arrived at the place many of us knew we were hurtling toward. The Oligarch installed fascist puppet in Ottawa has their Reichstag fire. The Trudeau junta and their Oligarchical masters have always favored censorship, Now they have the excuse to enact it. They have before them the dream of every dictator, the crisis.

Their backers Soros and Rockefeller are busy buying up Canada at bargain basement prices as Goergie did with the UK decades ago. Our most basic and fundamental civic and human rights are being abridged and yet the illegal migrant invasion of our nation across the US border continues unabated.

 

This is our point of friction. It is in this moment that we find out who we are and of what we are made in the most definitive of ways.

What we do now will be remembered for better or Ill by those that follow. What will our story be. Will we be remembered like our storied ancestors famed through the world for their fierce courage and unbreakable spirit “who, like so many Alexander the Greats, have fought in these regions from morning until night, sheathing their swords only when there was no one left to fight.”

Or will we be remembered as weak sheep who through intimidation, administered with mind-bending levels of propaganda, went meekly into the dark night of corporate sponsored fascism. Will we be remembered for forsaking the incredible gifts and massive sacrifice that went into making the most pluralistic democracy in the world through weakness and fear.

I will relate part of my personal experience in the hope that it will help make clearer the immensity of both peril and opportunity this moment grants us. What follows is an account of actions that took place on the 15th of September 1993 while the Battle Group of the 2nd Battalion Princess Patricia’s Canadian Light Infantry were conduction Peacekeeping operations in an area of Croatia that would become known as the Medak Pocket.

So we begin like many Canadian work stories with a smoke break. We had just finished occupying and digging in on the edge of a smashed Croatian Serbian village called Citluk. The area was in the midst of a massive Croatian offensive to ethnically cleanse the Serbian population from an area of the Liri valley known as the Krajina. The firing had been very heavy between the Croatian and Serb forces around us. In the 5 previous months of our tour so far we had encountered nothing heavier than sniper fire directed at our Company, the danger had come mostly from mine strikes from the half a million or so the locals had strewn about the place. Back to the smoke break.

Three of us were standing in a circle by the side of an old school wooden barn, along the side of the barn was a couple of cords of wood piled up the wall. Across the yard ,where our APC was now dug into a huge open pit, was the remains of the farm house. The side was pocketed with bullet stitching and RPG impact scars. Every window was surrounded by a dark halo from the fires that had raged in it hours before. So being an average age of 25 years and cocky as hell we had decided it was time to light up. We were standing in a group of four bitching about who we felt among our bosses was most jackassish and the various other subjects young men discuss. The day was quite warm and bright the leaves in the treeline opposite starting to burst into full fall color despite the heavy intermittent machine gun fire crisscrossing diagonally in front of us between the Croatian forces and the Serbian defenders.  We were doing a splendid job of ignoring it all with childish false bravado.  It is odd how fast human beings can become normalized to certain things through fear, an important point at the moment.

My workmate facing me was literally in  mid-gripe about some sundry matter, I was just in the act of moving my cigarette down from my face and a cloud of smoke was emanating from me framing his  quite animated young face as the bright sun hit it from behind, the leaves were rustling gently behind him on the warm scented breeze. It was in that exact moment that the rough axe cut wood in the pile beside us began to explode, the sound of the firing changed instantly from the crack crack of bullets being fired across our frontage the the snap and electric sizzle of supersonic projectiles slicing the air around us. Strange little dirt devils sprung up all over the farmyard from the impacts of hundreds of  7.54 AK rounds impacting between us and our fighting holes beside the APC in what now looked like a mile long dash through a meat grinder. Rounds were starting to tear holes through the barn wall behind us and the sound and physical gut kick sensation from the shock waves of heavy mortar rounds detonating in the village began all around us.

I will never forget that moment of perfect and utter stillness that came next. For an instant that even now seems eternal time did indeed seem to freeze.

Each of us processed a million thoughts in a second. All our dreams and hopes for the future darkened, the fear of the unknown gripped us all in the pit of our beings. Every fiber in our bodies screamed at us to run , to curl up and hide our eyes from the mortal peril closing in on us. Every one of us thought about our families and loved ones wives and children. Every one of us said a hundred goodbyes silently. Every one of us thought anew about the nature of death and life itself, in an instant reviewing what we really believed about the universe around us. But some where deep in each of us, in that instant, we also thought about who we were and what we would be remembered for.

We thought about not just our sworn duty, but the duty we had to each other. The duty we had to the thousands of defenseless families who huddled behind us.  We remembered that we represented at least an attempt no matter how misguided to move all of Humanity forward toward a better future. We remembered who we represented, the people of Canada and thus Canada itself. We represented a history of moving forward no matter the personal cost in the name of leaving a better world for our children. We represented the place on earth were the most diverse population in history lives in peacfull community. We represented a place were the respect for human freedom and the rights of man were being increasingly woven into the very fabric of the nation state. In the long often dark history of humanity we represented a shining example for all the world of what could be.

So in the moment that followed this eternal snap shot we moved forward, together, into the fires of the enemy. We moved forward together no matter the cost through that unending farmyard and took up our positions on the line and threw back the forces of darkness and death. And on that day at least in that place the devil did not get his due. Later that night as the fighting raged the UN flags that topped the 16 foot flexible radio masts on our APC’s came down one by one and the bright red maple leaf on its snowy background went up. So that they would know they now faced now the descendants of the warriors that stormed Vimy Ridge, Juno beach and held the ridge at Kapyong. At first light we began advancing , pushing them back from the villages they had overran discovering the butchery they had wrought as we went.

The other thing I can tell you is that though we all paid the price for that stand the personal rewards are quite literally priceless. The feeling of you may have experienced reading this is but a worthless echo of what me and my smoke mates will feel every day of our lives till the rifles fire o’er us.

And all the gold in the world cant buy any of it. It can only be achieved.

What I know is that me and my fellows, and through us Canada, went forward into the fear and danger. When it mattered most, at the point of friction. When what we did would decide the fate of many beyond our selves. When it was us that stood between suffering and death or a future of at least hope for them. We went forward together. What I know is that fortune favors the brave.

I have no doubt that as the darkness rises again my fellow Canadians will once more rush forward toward the danger that confronts us and darkens the future of our children.

William Ray

Canadian

The author is the friendly looking fellow with the machine gun , the photo was taken in the farmyard in Citiluk Croatia, Sept 16-17th 1993. The man beside me is my Brother

For concrete actions you can take to start the assault on the Liberal Junta and their NGO minions;

“Lawfare
This is a tactic they have been using on us so let us use their creations to destroy them.
Human Rights Boards; So we have all been treated to the horror stories of scum like Jonathan Yanniv using “human rights” legislation that the Junta backers have helped put in place. They have made the evidentiary bar for initiating procedures low and in most provinces they will proceed simply on the strength of a complaint with no pre discovery. So let use this. Under any reasonable interpretation alot of the garbage ideologies being spewed at your kids actually contravenes the human rights legislation of your province. We should be launching thousands of complaints against educators. Reach out for help putting together strong cases. 
This can be used against corrupted bureaucrats, police, city governance, and even the media. Look over your local legislation closely and lets bury them in paperwork and most importantly they will have to spend thousands to defend themselves or face conviction, all you need is that Law and each other.”…

“Identify, Confront and Disrupt, Disrupt, Disrupt, the activities of these foreign funded or affiliated groups.
Many of these names are already known to us. We need to start collecting and correlating the hundreds of these sock puppet advocacy groups.
We need to physically Occupy their offices, Identify their Canadian staff, expose and confront them. Disrupt any fundraising or workshop activities. If you see someone collecting for these groups make sure no one gives them a dime, you can do this quite legally. Disrupt their social media and any events they might hold. Again you can do this while breaking no Law. Check to see if these groups receive tax payer money from any level of government. It requires some sleuthing even though the records are public shells and deceptive program names are used to hide the money trail.
But hey what Canadian doesn’t like a good mystery on a snowy night. Many do receive public funds put massive public pressure to stop all public funds flowing to these advocacy groups. Find the corporate sponsors and begin boycott movements.”Read More….

So the people flooding Illegally across our border are moving through the states of Maine and New York. Both of these States are in Lockdown. Many of these illegals come from other US States or even from overseas.

This means thousands of people who are not even US citizens are willfully breaking their LEGAL quarantine measures every day for these people to cross.NGO’s and local groups are breaking the law to facilitate this. We could stop the flow and expose their network if we work fast and hard. We need to flood health departments and media in the US border states to STOP these illegals before they get to Canada.

So the idea here is to complain to every State and County public health office in New York and Vermont. Contact local media, small town papers to Fox News. if hundreds and hundreds start doing this every day, especially if we can get it to local groups of Americans through social media and let them know this is happening. If we can bring public pressure to bear they will halt this on the American side. Here is numbers I have collected so far.”Read More….