We step into the age-old battle of liberty itself. Unlike previous wars the body is not the target but information is and in the modern age of information its obfuscated further by a clear lack of definitions.

There isn’t even a consensus on the size of the crowd in Ottawa. There’s people on my FB complaining they don’t see any information at all. Is this the iron hand of totalitarians? Is it always meant in literal terms? Are we really in a war? Is Trudeau really a dictator? I don’t know. I don’t have the resources to answer that. I know I can hide behind a moniker online. I know I can be grifter on the internet. I know I can troll with the best of them. But we’re no body.

No body knows what life in the gutter is like and few people can describe it before they are taken away into riches and into their ivory towers. How many of us know the struggles of choosing between fixing your only winter jacket or buying cheap native smokes to stifle your hunger? Between paying rent and paying car insurance? Between feeding your daughter or buying her new clothes? This is my reality. And those that sit in the gutter are different than those that sit in their ivory towers. The talking heads know nothing of this. They are well fed, well organized and well paid.

But they lack ingenuity which is the hallmark of true liberality. Ingenuity in the information war requires monikers.

I’m not hiding behind a moniker lets be clear. That’s the trick they try. They slander us by saying - I’m not being honest because I’m hiding behind a fake name. But let’s not kid ourselves CSIS knows exactly who is who. I bend my knee to their absolute comprehension of the forces at play. They know I mean good. They know I want freedom and they can respect that I’m only using words and never ever, explicitly ever, advocating for violence in any form other than compliance but I encourage their defiance in leaving. If they want me gone it’ll be a fast bullet to the back of the head or slow death in solitary confinement, don’t you worry about that. I don’t believe we are in tyranny. I believe we are fast approaching the clear definition of that word. Tiananmen Square comes to mind and the people who were on the fence before will never step off again after a slaughter of that magnitude. The people against the protestors will cheer at their expiration, because after all only humans die. They’re no body.

I’m not a coward. I’ll tell you my name. I don’t want to bring disrepute on the company I work for. I believe it’s a tough decision to make any decision that involves themselves, their family, their community and the company. I believe my bosses strive to achieve that balance. So why should I be outed? Why should I be doxed? Why should my coworkers suffer. I don’t think I’m a great man. I don’t think I’ve done anything of worth with my life. I think there’s a wake of destruction and regret when I look back. Which is why I can’t and don’t. I know the error of humans. What it means to consider a career change. What it means to be unemployed. I know of our ability to slaughter and our desire to understand and have compassion. I know what it means to lose. I know what it means when accepting youre wrong and that you’ve tragically lost everything especially and most importantly what it means to lose truth. I know all too well, I’m nobody.

I’m nobody. I’m a janitor at a retail store. I clean up feces. I cleanup lightly used baby food. I pick up blood covered paper towels. I flush used feminine hygiene products. I don’t get pissed off at that customer that drops a bottle of oil. They might be a doctor or a lawyer and can’t think straight. Maybe it’s a lady who’s going through cancer. Or their kid is in distress. I’m gonna get mad? No …. I can be somebody to them even if I’m nobody.

I’ve worked the oil rigs. I’ve long hauled to Florida. I lost my business to a bad deal and my marriage to bad decisions. I couldn’t pay my $125 car insurance so the courts gave me a $8k fine. It’s not fair? Was I not a fool? Was I a total fool? Probably. It’s why I’m nobody.

I don’t know.

I know I think about it every day I walk my ass to work in this weather.

I’m no body man.

There is always hope.

I hope that CSIS is moral.

I hope that the Free Press lives.

I hope that I’ll never and always be a no body.  

I believe in the ability of man to not merely tear things down but to rebuild and redeem themselves with action.

No.

If the words of a janitor can ring out and speak up and across this nation and those words might sear resolve and burn inside man and woman alike. I’m not nobody.

Take note Canada we are at the precipice and if the flag we celebrate and celebrate with is soiled with the blood patriots and at the hands of tyrants, know my beloved brothers and sisters, that I will raise up that tattered, broken and blood-soaked flag and carry on.

To the break of dawn.

Forever Yours,

Nobodyman