DJ Stefanik

@ezralevant @CanTrueCrime Trump is a hero in my eyes! People are being conditioned to hate him! I’m at Easter dinner, trump derangement syndrome alert

Pay no attention to the million cheap foreign labourers we've imported; pay no attention to the fact that we've blocked oil and gas megaprojects for a decade. And forget that we're running record deficits. The problem is Donald Trump, and if you disagree, you're racist.

@sarobertsonca Yeah..that damn Trump stopped Canada from building pipelines and increased the industrial carbon tax, the clean fuel tax and the methane gas tax. He told Carney to cozy up to communist China instead of trading with the USA. Trump bad..Xi Jinping good.

@bewitched0077 @TruthSeek01011 Thank you. Our Passports have expired and we have no plans on renewing them. Our travelling days are over with because of health issues.

@va3kbc @TruthSeek01011 My ex-husband was a Canadian here in the USA....he's still here and I don't believe he ever got dual citizenship. I wish you all the best and at least come and visit and become snowbirds if possible.

For the people asking how we got down to the U.S. and want to explore your options. I’ll leave the consulting company’s website below. They do a free 25 minute consultation, which no one else does, to see if you actually have options. Give them a call and see what options you have? Europeans are welcome they have European lawyers as well. move2theusa.com

Here’s what you’ve all been waiting for. The teaser for my appearance on No B.S. with Brad Smith on iHeartRadio 640. We talk about becoming paralyzed after my COVID vaccine, being offered MAID, and you can see the moment it really hits Brad Smith during the interview. No spin. Just real.

We are in our 70s. Retired from farming and a small business and too old to start another one. It takes more than planning and determination to go to the U.S. To get accepted takes a very long time. Not like moving from one province to another here in Canada. Going to a completely different country.

@va3kbc @TruthSeek01011 You are never too old. All it takes is a decision, a plan and determination.

My father taught me that the biggest fundamental differences between Americans and Canadians that the Americans will sacrifice everything for someone or something they feel is important, while Canadians will make excuses for why they aren't terrible people for not doing the same

Well done USA for saving the lives of the downed aircrew. Most Europeans, Australian and Kiwis are with you, despite what some of our cowardly politicians and leaders say 👍🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

The mood in 🇨🇦 is shifting fast. In just 4 weeks, the economy has surged to the #1 concern for Canadians… jumping to 23%. Not Trump. Not inflation. Not healthcare. The ECONOMY. And it’s not hard to see why. Groceries up. Gas rising. Pressure building. This isn’t just sentiment… It’s stress showing up in real time.

We’re being told this country is broken beyond repair. And then this happens. An American Olympic gold medalist, bloodied and grinning, wrapped in the Stars and Stripes, after decades of waiting, sacrifice, and belief, reminding the world what it looks like when America rises again. 🇺🇸 Two kids on a quiet sidewalk, watching Artemis II tear through the sky, like history reaching forward and backward at once, reminding us we are still the nation that dares to go farther. 🚀 And an American Air Force colonel, shot down over enemy territory, alone in the mountains of Iran for 48 hours, hunted, wounded, waiting, And America came for him anyway. Through the dark. Through the risk. Through the fire. Because we don’t leave our own. Same year. Same country. Not spin. Not noise. This is real. They can keep selling division. They can keep feeding the noise. But this? This is different. This is who we are when it matters. Not perfect. Not polished. But still capable of courage. Still capable of wonder. Still capable of loyalty. The darkness is loud right now. But the light? The light doesn’t ask permission. It just shows up. GOD BLESS AMERICA 🇺🇸❤️ HAPPY EASTER 💜

I wasn’t supposed to find this. Most of you know what’s been going on. The sewer backed up. The line is shot. Seventy feet from the basement to the street that I somehow have to replace on an income that barely keeps the lights on. Then came the mold. Creeping in quietly where the air doesn’t move. The kind that doesn’t care that I have COPD. The kind that doesn’t care that I physically can’t fight it. So the basement had to come apart. Piece by piece, some of the new life on the Prairies I built with my husband getting stripped back to studs because there is no other option. Funny how life works sometimes. The guy helping me do it is connected to a moment I’ll never forget. A year ago I found a woman barefoot in January, standing in the snow watching her home burn down with her child beside her. I pulled over in my school bus, brought them in, took them to my house, gave her warm clothes, got her somewhere safe. Now I’m the one standing in the wreckage of my own home, and her husband is here helping me tear it apart in exchange for some things I no longer need, like the extra television and blue ray player and about 100 DVDs and blue rays. Man cave stuff I won't use since I already have those things in triplicate. There’s something poetic in that. Or maybe just painfully human. But none of that prepared me for what he found. When we bought this house in December 2019 Dave built me a canning kitchen downstairs. He built it with his hands, like he built everything. Like he built our life. It’s gone now. It has to be. The mold took it. He was never a man of big words. Thirty years together and “I love you” wasn’t something he said often. That wasn’t how he was raised. He showed it instead. In the fixing. In the protecting. In the quiet ways that don’t announce themselves but hold everything together. He was my hero in work boots. My spider removal specialist. The unplugger of toilets, the one who said its just shit and washes off, the reacher of all things over 6 feet. The man who would drop everything to help anything that needed it, especially animals, wild or domesticated. You didn’t need to hear it from him. You just knew. Or at least I thought I did. Until today. The guy called me downstairs. I thought something was wrong from the look on his face. It wasn’t panic. It wasn’t damage. It was something softer. Something heavier. Empathy, perhaps. Because behind the wall, hidden between two studs where no one was meant to look, Dave had written something in black marker. “Dave & Melanie 2020 For Vida. Xoxo.” He never said it easily. So he put it somewhere permanent instead. Somewhere it would stay long after everything else wore out. I don’t know if he ever meant for me to find it. Maybe he did. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe it was just his way of saying it without having to say it out loud. But there it was. Waiting. Like an unexpected gut punch. Behind a wall I never would have opened if everything hadn’t gone wrong. And somehow, in the middle of all this mess, all this loss, all this stress I don’t know how I’m going to survive… I found it. And I will carry that for the rest of my life. ❤️

Growing up I used to be super liberal, open borders, high tax, social benefits for everyone Then my frontal lobe developed and I stopped being a retard

Fact: Canada loves tarriffs and taxes! Freaked out over US tarrifs yet chooses EU carbon tax tarrifs .... no problem!

@GodandCountryy Me to 73 yrs old never took a flu shot. Never took a PCR test. Never took the Covid jab or booster. Is this why I have not had the flu for 50 yrs?

@GodandCountryy Those that did not take it do not regret it. Lots of those who did take it regret it!!

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