Word Prisms

  As a truck driver, I get emotional seeing this convoy and all the supporters and their flags and hearing about other convoys right across this great land. It’s great to see all these Canadians coming together to thank us for all the sacrifices we made during the pandemic. It’s great that they recognize how we kept people alive by putting food on their tables when some people were getting paid CERB to do nothing, and other people were “working” from home on the computer in their jammies. At the time, I thought I was just another trucker doing my job making money, but now people are calling me a hero and you know what? Maybe I am.  And now us everyday heroes started a movement. A movement to fight for freedom. I’m choked up just thinkin about it.   So here I am in Ottawa. And I’m not going anywhere. I’m gonna stay here until Turdeau resigns or changes the damn COVID rules. Canada’s like Nazi Germany all over again. I’m being persecuted like I’m a member of goddamn minorit...

I turned down the sporting goods aisle at Canadian Tire to see three guys without masks browsing the guns and ammunition. Then, my wife and I were in the Christmas decorating aisle checking out the after-Christmas sales when I saw a family walk by, chubby mom, chubby dad and chubby son also not wearing masks. This is after going through the entrance informing me that masks are mandatory and reminding me to practice social distancing. And I ask myself, what is going through their heads. I posed this question to my wife, and she said, Nothing’s going through their head. They haven’t gotten sick so why would you? But what I wonder is if these people even care about me . . . or anyone else either. Do they go through life with brains like an echo chamber repeating everything they’ve been told by their friends and social media? That COVIDs a conspiracy and we’re nothing but sheep to go along with the rules and they’re not. They’re wolves. They’re independent and fierce. They can think for th...