OCCULT CANUCKS: Explaining Royalty Redux

Monarch Puppet Castrudeau Still Has Parliamentary Tricks Up His Sleeve, So Beware

Who rules Canada? Who reigns? The British Commonwealth’s Governor General Mary Simon, left; Prime Minister Castrudeau, first slightly out of focus and then masked and subservient to King Charles III during his monarch’s lone visit to see his underling since ascending to the throne.

“Time's have changed / Our kids are getting worse / They won't obey their parents / They just want to fart and curse / Blame Canada! Blame Canada! / They’re not a real country anyway…” — South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut

“Vive le Québec libre!” — Charles de Gaulle, 1967

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First of all, to my paying customers: Thank you.

It’s been challenging-verging-on-difficult for me to write recently. Or, more precisely, to write things for Substack, because I try to maintain Substack for more elevated “lift the veil” stuff, while leaving the majority of my film criticism and shorter attempts at spiritual or cultural insights to Zuckbook, while shitposting and cheap shot character assassination are left largely for Xwitter.

But events are spiraling, too fast too keep up, big pieces moving on the chessboard now, literal Kings and Queens, epic events, bigger than you know, bigger than I know, dogs and cats living together, Omnicom and IPG merging, inconceivable things happening, but one thing above all, way above all and I urgently urge you to get it through your head because if you can’t grok this there’s a good chance you’re good as dead: America is actively at war and it’s come to our shores, hot.

Arson is not climate change. How many of these fires were set by illegal invaders who crossed our open borders in the last four years?

I can barely bring myself to write about it, but at the very least, the L.A. fires are another LIHOP event with a wink & a nudge, the occupying regime looking the other way as precious reservoirs get drained and excess water gets dumped back in the ocean and the mayor of America’s second biggest city gets sent by the President on a junket to Ghana as wind and fire warnings ring, while DEI priorities are embraced at the expense of merit and competence and lead to gross incompetence — which nevertheless provides plausible deniability of malice. Just like pulling secret service from President Orange for short-notice events scheduled by both the First Lady Jill and Veep Kneepads in Pennsylvania that very same day, and a bazillion other examples I could give you since Operation Paper Clip forever changed America’s trajectory, but that’s not what we’re here to talk about today.

Canada. Let’s talk Canada. It’s fucked.

First we need to make sure everybody’s aware that evil stupid spoiled commie Castrudeau — yes, there is a very high likelihood he is Fidel Castro’s kid, people far more diligent than I have done the investigative journalism to pile up a mountain of circumstantial evidence — hasn’t actually stopped being Prime Minister yet; he hasn’t actually resigned. He’s only pledged to resign, in late March, two months away still. He could have been impeached, the Canadian Parliament was maneuvering towards a “No Confidence” vote on the Prime Minister, which would have forced him out. But Canada’s Governor General shut that down, permitting Castrudeau to “prorogue” Parliament, or shut it down entirely. So now the Canadian government is frozen. Nothing new can be done.

Wait. What? Who? The Governor General? Whozzat?

The official flag of the Governor General of Canada: The Crown atop a lion, sticking out its tongue in triumphant mockery as it symbolically grips the maple leaf and treads upon the national colors of the Commonwealth.

Ah yes. The Governor General. The Governor General is the hidden hand of The Crown. I’ve written about this before, in rather deep detail, here. But in short:

The world’s so-called royalty and monarchies are far more in control of the world than people are aware, because they’ve successfully ruled with a hidden hand for centuries. They’ve obscured the meaning of words and rituals, successfully positioned their political puppets as free men and women, elected by the people. Nothing could be further from the truth.

King Charles III is a monarch (like the butterfly in his blood-red painting?). A monarch reigns, but does not rule. A monarch gets other people and puppets to do the ruling; he possesses all the power, but gets chess pieces moved without moving them himself. The throne behind the power, to invert a phrase.

How much power? The Parliamentary Oaths Act of 1866 requires all leaders of Commonwealth nations to swear an Oath of Loyalty to the King, not to the people who elected them. Those who do not swear allegiance are deemed unfit for office. Not just Prime Ministers and Parliament members. It means police, military, judges, legislators, lawyers, and public servants.

You likely have no idea. King Charles III, or more precisely, the "Royal Trust," owns more land than anyone on planet Earth: 6.6 billion acres of land, including Britain and 15 Commonwealth nations.

Yes, these 15 Commonwealth nations — Canada, Australia, New Zealand, the Bahamas, etc. — are still possessed by Britain. All elected Prime Ministers and Presidents in Commonwealth nations are just front men and women, like Canada’s pretty boy communist cretin Castrudeau or Australia’s awful Anthony Albanese. Those two Western Commonwealth nations, and 13 others, are all subservient to the King, his spokespeople flunkies to the public. There was an official government ritual proclamation of King Charles as reigning Monarch on September 10th, 2022, publicly declared and signed into effect by Castrudeau and the Governor General Mary Simon.

Understand this: Ultimately, it is the governor generals stationed in the King’s commonwealth nations who represent and exercise the King’s power on his behalf. The Prime Minister cannot act without the governor general’s consent. Don’t believe me? We just got evidence.

Once a year, Canada’s Governor General delivers “The Speech from the Throne,” to introduce that year’s governmental direction and goals. During the session, the Crown’s representative is elevated above the nation’s Prime Minister on a throne, showcasing royal dominion over the commonwealth. In 2021, in an even more demonstrable display of dominance, Governor General Mary Simon was the only person permitted in the chamber to go without a mask. Revelation of the method through symbology and ritual!

Simultaneous to Castrudeau’s resignation as PM, he made a request of Canada’s Governor General Mary Simon to “prorogue” Parliament until March 24. Prorogation is a Canadian political process that effectively aborts a parliamentary session. All current bills die, no committees are allowed to convene, MPs are sent home.

The Prime Minister cannot do that. He must ask the Governor General, the representative of The Crown, for permission. Which was granted. So that’s it; Castrudeau got himself a scot-free Canadian rule for 11 weeks from Jan. 6th to March 24th. Should something catastrophic or nation-shattering happen, he’s gonna find himself untethered from what has been.

But do you believe that’s the way it happened? Or do you think Castrudeau is taking marching orders from The Crown to play it this way? If you’ve seen the PM groveling around the King like an eager-to-please puppy — the only one subserviently masked amongst the royal and his entourage, let’s note — during his Monarch’s only visit to his Commonwealth in May 2022, you should have your answer.

So if The Crown still reigns o’er Canada, and I assert it does, who is it that controls the superpower to their South? Because clearly the two have been at war, what with the failed bait’n’switch of Spare and Markle for Wills and Kate; that would suggest whoever Oprah ultimately serves is Enemy of the Crown, amirite?

And this, dear friends and fiends, is why I’ve found it harder to write. The scales are falling from more and more eyes, maybe, but the scale of what we are dealing with has become ever-more clear following the election: We may be winning the Culture War — and it looks like we are, but it’s brutal and many have fallen — yet that surely means the Civil War that’s actually a World War but above all else a Spiritual War is only going to get violently amped up, because an authoritarian regime rules by propaganda and force until the propaganda ultimately fails as it always does and all that’s left is force.

That’s where we are now, and it’s inside our borders, permitted by the treasonous porous border policy of the Xiden fakeministration.

I’d also offer as proof that we’re winning the Culture War and thus heading to Hot War because China seems to have given up on the Culture War. The nation’s hallowed leader for life Xi Jinping’s has shitcanned all his military moderates and doves, and promoted all the hawks. China’s got a disproportionately male population problem, remember, the result of their decades-long single child decree that saw girls get aborted in record numbers and lead to a wild imbalance of roughly 115 young men aged 10-19 for every 100 women in the same demo. That’s going to be a population problem unless China can come up with a way to kill a bunch of men, since the virus proved a disappointment.

But my writing and other efforts have been directed to win the Culture War. I’m not sure I’ve got the stomach for real Civil War and World Wars, even if the results are being determined in a Spiritual War. It’s starting to feel to me like we could witness possible epic plays on the global chessboard, a Risk game writ real, with Trump making a legitimate play for Greenland and the Panama Canal, while Putin is given Ukraine and Israel takes all the land it wants and Europe falls to Islam or maybe something far darker and worse.

But who knows? Not me. I’m overwhelmed by events, the L.A. horror sickens me, the death, the callousness, the incompetence, the political refusal to take responsibility and lie, Lie, LIE, like gaping Gavin Newsom, the most blackmailed man on earth: Nero Newsom, pretending to take a call from the President and getting caught in a flat-footed falsehood by a California mom.

So, I thank you again, my paying customers, for the cash even as you’ve gotten diminished de-occulting and conspiracy theorizing and Holly-wood magic wand busting the past couple months. I will try to do better, or maybe different, or maybe something, but I do feel like all sides’ participants — “We’re all in this together!” — have done a helluva a job to “Flood the Zone,” as I warned, and I’m drowning in Too Much Information. My lifeline to stay afloat has been to halfway check out. Sorry.

“Too much information running through my brain / Too much information driving me insane…” — The Police, 44 years ago!