1970, Prime Minister P Trudeau opens the borders. "Multiculturalism" is official policy.
India arrives. The Canadians bring in equal numbers of Hindus and Sikhs. They bring terror and crime, drugs and wifebeating. They gather and plan, and attack English-speaking Canada. Quebec doesn't want them, P Trudeau doesn't want Quebec to die, only the rest of Canada.
The Chinese arrive, Eastern Europe, South America. Pakistanis, other bad places too. None of them play ice hockey. None of them play street hockey. Some from Eastern Europe try for the CFL. Eventually, they get some Czechs and others who can play hockey, although a very soft brand of it.
The Indians have now grown in number that they can cause trouble. They shut down prayers and bible readings in Canadian schools. As the 1980s arrive, the Indians blow up a 747 flying out of Toronto. The biggest air terror attack ever, until 2001.
White Flight is the order of the day. If you live in Vancouver, you head across the water, north, to West Vancouver. In Toronto, you escape to Oakville, or Thunder Bay if you like quiet. It is called Thunder, yet it is quiet. If you are poor, you go to Barrie. Not named for Obama.
The Indians, and Chinese, are in such great numbers that they can rule over areas, and over politicians. The 1990s see them grab large sections of cities, turn them into their home country.
Surrey, just east of Vancouver, an Indian battleground of crime and rap music.
As 2000 arrives, not Y2K, but legal mass immigration is the problem and Canada suffers.
One can go on SkyTrain in Vancouver, you sometimes see the elevated little railway with driverless trains on old 21 Jump Street episodes, and there are no white Canadians.
Ottawa starts getting filled up with Third World politicians, arrivals and anchor babies.
The doors are wide open. Gangs from every Third World country operate in all cities. Somalis invade Alberta. Mexican crime meets Chinese crime meets Indian crime in Vancouver, and a strange happening occurs where Vancouver rivers have shoes floating in them that still have a foot in it.
At this time, J Trudeau is wearing black face, groping women.
The sidewalks of downtown Vancouver, you do see white people. They are unconscious, on drugs. Just a few hours south, Seattle is clean and safe. Really, it was.
Toronto is terrible, the "homeless" are everywhere in downtown. Some choose not to have a home, others are forced out as Third Worlders push crime and property values very high. Chinese launder money, buying houses they keep empty. Other Third Worlders arrive, pool their money, buy the house, and then 25 of them live in the three bedrooms, plus a den.
Sorry, end of story, no more eyewitness accounts, it was so bad, never went back.
Since then, nutjobs celebrate as murder records are set every year, cities become "minority-majority", and Moron Trudeau gets "elected".
A country that had 20million Canadians, a good number considering the snow and ice and areas that can't be farmed, suddenly has 35million. The UN wants 100million.
1970, Prime Minister P Trudeau opens the borders. "Multiculturalism" is official policy.
India arrives. The Canadians bring in equal numbers of Hindus and Sikhs. They bring terror and crime, drugs and wifebeating. They gather and plan, and attack English-speaking Canada. Quebec doesn't want them, P Trudeau doesn't want Quebec to die, only the rest of Canada.
The Chinese arrive, Eastern Europe, South America. Pakistanis, other bad places too. None of them play ice hockey. None of them play street hockey. Some from Eastern Europe try for the CFL. Eventually, they get some Czechs and others who can play hockey, although a very soft brand of it.
The Indians have now grown in number that they can cause trouble. They shut down prayers and bible readings in Canadian schools. As the 1980s arrive, the Indians blow up a 747 flying out of Toronto. The biggest air terror attack ever, until 2001.
White Flight is the order of the day. If you live in Vancouver, you head across the water, north, to West Vancouver. In Toronto, you escape to Oakville, or Thunder Bay if you like quiet. It is called Thunder, yet it is quiet. If you are poor, you go to Barrie. Not named for Obama.
The Indians, and Chinese, are in such great numbers that they can rule over areas, and over politicians. The 1990s see them grab large sections of cities, turn them into their home country.
Surrey, just east of Vancouver, an Indian battleground of crime and rap music.
As 2000 arrives, not Y2K, but legal mass immigration is the problem and Canada suffers.
One can go on SkyTrain in Vancouver, you sometimes see the elevated little railway with driverless trains on old 21 Jump Street episodes, and there are no white Canadians.
Ottawa starts getting filled up with Third World politicians, arrivals and anchor babies.
The doors are wide open. Gangs from every Third World country operate in all cities. Somalis invade Alberta. Mexican crime meets Chinese crime meets Indian crime in Vancouver, and a strange happening occurs where Vancouver rivers have shoes floating in them that still have a foot in it.
At this time, J Trudeau is wearing black face, groping women.
The sidewalks of downtown Vancouver, you do see white people. They are unconscious, on drugs. Just a few hours south, Seattle is clean and safe. Really, it was.
Toronto is terrible, the "homeless" are everywhere in downtown. Some choose not to have a home, others are forced out as Third Worlders push crime and property values very high. Chinese launder money, buying houses they keep empty. Other Third Worlders arrive, pool their money, buy the house, and then 25 of them live in the three bedrooms, plus a den.
Sorry, end of story, no more eyewitness accounts, it was so bad, never went back.
Since then, nutjobs celebrate as murder records are set every year, cities become "minority-majority", and Moron Trudeau gets "elected".
A country that had 20million Canadians, a good number considering the snow and ice and areas that can't be farmed, suddenly has 35million. The UN wants 100million.
Diversity did ruin Canada.
Sadly, all true. Not sure how much time is left of anything recognizable.