Canada in late 2025 carries all the hallmarks of a banana republic wearing a polite mask and a tuque. A former Goldman Sachs executive and Brookfield chairman who never faced a single voter in his life parachuted into the prime minister’s office after a staged leadership contest, then promptly arranged half billion dollar subsidies for a steel company that feeds power from his own former firm’s wind farms while laying off Canadian workers. His personal stock options rise with every taxpayer cheque, yet the ethics commissioner shrugs and the opposition is told to wait for another commission that everyone knows will deliver a leather bound nothingburger in 2031.
The police now operate like hired muscle for whichever side occupies the government benches. Peaceful truckers who blocked a road for three weeks were met with riot squads, frozen bank accounts, and multi year prison sentences, while parades glorifying political assassinations roll through city streets untouched because the organizers vote the right way. Officers caught on camera beating protesters or hiding in group chats full of racist slurs are quietly transferred or given paid leave, then promoted. The phrase “just doing my job” has replaced “sorry” as the national apology.
Parliamentary democracy has been reduced to a minority government kept alive by separatist votes and floor-crossers lured with cabinet posts. Bills that would gag clergy for reading centuries old texts sail through with standing ovations from the same people who lecture the world about tolerance. A new law lets cabinet waive any regulation it dislikes for any project it favours, which somehow always seems to involve friends of the regime. Public inquiries into foreign interference, ethics breaches, and green energy grift are announced with great solemnity, staffed with loyal former staffers, and timed to report long after the next election.
Billions vanish overseas to wars and pet projects while veterans sleep in tents and emergency rooms turn people away for lack of staff. The census mysteriously loses track of a million non-citizens, the debt climbs past half a trillion in new spending, and the governing party’s response is to mail larger cheques to the same public servants who keep the machine humming. Useful idiots in the press gallery repeat the daily talking points with the enthusiasm of game-show hosts, because their funding depends on not asking the obvious questions.
On the world stage, Canada is no longer taken seriously; it is pitied, then ignored. Leaders who once sought Ottawa’s opinion now schedule meetings around it the way one avoids the drunk uncle at a wedding. The maple leaf has become a cautionary tale: a country that prided itself on institutions, competence, and quiet decency slowly auctioned every piece of itself to the highest connected bidder, then acted shocked when the buyers turned the place into a private plantation with better winter tires.
The tragedy is that the slide was entirely self inflicted. No invasion, no coup, just decades of trading principle for convenience, merit for loyalty, and accountability for another blue-ribbon panel. The result is a nation that still looks orderly from thirty thousand feet but feels like a rigged casino once you’re on the floor. The house always wins, the croupiers are all related to the owner, and the customers are told to be grateful they still get free non-alcoholic drinks. That is modern Canada: a banana republic that kept the snow, lost the dignity, and still insists on apologising while picking your pocket.
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