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Sunday, 13 September 2026

George Chuvalo - Millions of Canadian Drones - Canuck Fighting spirit on War Footing!

 

Image of SIMMONS: The legacy of Canadian boxing great George Chuvalo continues 

George Chuvalo died yesterday. He was Canada's heavyweight boxing champ many times over. He fought Muhammad Ali twice and was never knocked down in 93 fights. He exemplified the Canuck fighting spirit. Fools like Trump grossly misunderstand this Canuck fighting spirit. Here's Charlie Angus's column today about our preparedness for a major conflict with Trump or any country foolish enough to misread our fighting history.

 


Canada is on a war footing. How else to interpret the Prime Minister’s recent meeting with President Zelensky in Banff? The Prime Minister announced a plan to ramp up drone production from two thousand units to two million drones in just two years

Nothing of this scope could have been imagined a few short years ago. It brings us back to the early days of the Second World War when Canada went from having a small militia to creating the fourth largest air force and the third largest navy in the world.

The fact that Zelensky had been an honoured guest at the meetings in Banff spoke volumes. Nobody knows more about drone technology than Ukraine, and no other leader knows what it means to stand up to a threat from a superpower.



Canadian Prime Minister Mark Carney and Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskyy signed documents on a new 100-Year Partnership (AP Sept 10th, 2026)

The Prime Minister announced the establishment of the Defence Drone Initiative Marketplace (DDIM) that he said will give Canadian government agencies and their allies “privileged access” to roughly 400 Canadian drone suppliers.

Carney stated,

“This is a key part of our plan to build industrial capacity here in Canada to produce millions of drones within the next two years, and today’s contracts will increase the number of drones available to the cap tenfold.”

One third of those drones will go to help Ukraine.

What about the other 70%?

In an interview with the Toronto Star, Major General Wade Rutland says that Canada is preparing itself for the possibility of large-scale combat and that;

“We are seeing Canada as a theatre of operations now.”

The Canadian Joint Operations Command has been tasked with gaming out all manner of scenarios to envision what a defence of Canada would look like.

Clearly, such planning is purely hypothetical and may never be needed.

But here we are.

Meanwhile in the United States, Trump is promising bribes and calling on his base to “cheat, cheat, cheat” to hold onto power. Canadians would be fools to trust that the midterms will somehow make this go away. Hence the need to bring the best and the brightest to the table.

We are in a dangerous moment that goes way beyond the taunts and threats coming from MAGA Republicans.

Carney made the drone announcement in the wake of the bizarre tariff retaliation launched against us earlier this week. After vowing to destroy our economy, Trump unveiled tariff retribution targeting bamboo furniture, pony fur and mezcal.

Never mind the fact that Canada doesn’t produce mezcal; there was the obvious question – what the heck is pony fur? Turns out it is a leather byproduct made from goat or cow.

Talk about niche? This is super niche.

Canadian trade experts had been gaming out the scenarios for the rage response from Washington. They expected Trump to hammer us hard. But now they are just scratching their heads.



U.S. President Donald Trump holds a signed executive order on tariffs against Canada, alongside Secretary of Commerce, Howard Lutnick (Kevin Lamarque/Reuters)

At the same time as the White House were throwing tariffs on bamboo furniture, they were backing down on previous 50% tariff threats on toilet paper, cement and road salt – all products the US needs.

It has shit show written all over it.

Such are the dramatic differences between the two sides.

Canada went into the trade negotiations knowing we were in the fight of our lives. The government established a large team of advisors, industry experts and top-level researchers. In every affected government department, there was a highly trained civil service ready to quickly respond to the calls from their deputy minister to analyze every possible line item.

The White House went into the negotiations with bluster and threats but clearly no plan B. They assumed that we would roll over. This is an administration populated by sycophants who are not focused on trade policy but on winning Trump’s approval for memes that stoke those rage algorithms. The White House is a vivid example of what Mussolini calls an “onagrocacy” – government by braying asses.

It all seems so haphazard and almost comical. But don’t laugh.

Just because they look ridiculous doesn’t mean that they aren’t extremely dangerous. Their rhetoric against us continues to escalate.

This is why Canada is preparing for all eventualities.

While Donald Trump is waging war on pony fur, Canada is undertaking an unprecedented increase in drone capability.

We are in the fight for our lives. As the smaller player, we know the other side much better than they seem to know us.



Charlie Angus in B.C. (Raul Rincon)

A terrifying time? Perhaps. But I sleep better knowing that the PM is putting all scenarios on the table.

If every one of us does our part, we will get through this.



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Wednesday, 9 September 2026

Morning Harbingers in North Ontario's Wilds: Brit Griffin

 

The first thing I see on waking is Orion, bright against the still dark of the morning sky – and that sliver of a pinned-on moon, too bright to be real, but there it is. But the chill in the air. How is it that it feels cold when the temperature says it’s not? It is all so suddenly, thoroughly, autumnal - it is as if the rug was just pulled, yanked, flipped, and the season changed.

But this has been, I suppose, a year of the rug being pulled. And now the El Nino warnings –not just El Nino, but a super El Nino, fed and amplified by climate change. Extremes, unpredictability. Most climate watchers have had the good sense to stop saying unprecedented, because really, the very notion of precedent must be extinct. Such a perpetual sense of instability, unmooredness. Yes, aren’t we all just adrift.

But my morning routines usually serve to keep me grounded. The same time, the same path. Reliable. But this past week, things haven’t been quite what I anticipated. At first, it seemed chilly, but the tomatoes are still green, pumpkins the same. Surely there is more summer to come. Then it seemed too warm for the dark brown of the joe-pye weed, and for the fireweed to have been drained, left with only with faded red leaves.

I search for my morning regulars, raven, sometimes even fox, can’t find them, not in my mind’s eye, not on the land itself. Things seem untrustworthy. How to tell, these days, between normal and abnormal, between business as usual and catastrophe?

Instead, there’s a fisher and a few blue jays. Fishers are peculiar, they move strangely, that slow sidewise gallop. How can a gallop be slow? And blue jays, so many voices, they have, such a range, everything from cooing to sonar. What are they saying, to each other, to me? Are their many voices meant to confuse? What to make of all of this?

Perhaps they are all harbingers.

// harbinger (plural harbingers)

1. A person or thing that foreshadows or foretells the coming of someone or something.

Synonyms: forewarning, herald, omen, premonition, sign, signal, prophet, precursor

harbinger of danger; harbinger of doom; harbinger of spring //



I am wondering, and then, at the bottom of the road, like an apparition – did it look like this the day before? - a blazing beauty, a Manitoba Maple full bore in her autumn colours when all around her is green. She is lite up like a fire, like all those fires, all those fires everywhere this summer…

North-western Ontario

Siberia

Manitoba

Algeria

Italy

Chile

Argentia

Spain

Ireland

British Columbia

Australia

Quebec

Brazil

The Balkans

Greece

Northwest Territories

Scotland

And the over 53,000 wildfires that have burnt across the United States so far

Was this small tree chastising me, sending a signal perhaps? But in these days of doom and beacons and warnings, our oracles seem diminished by the barrage. We can’t discern or understand the message for all of the chatter.

But maybe that’s not it at all. Maybe, probably, this is just a garden, just a landscape, a cast of creatures, all trying their best to get on with the business of survival. Of preparing for winter. They do not have the time, nor likely the interest, in acting as warning signs for the most selfish and belligerent of all species.

It seems that if there ever were any harbingers of doom, they must surely have been exhausted by the futility of it all. Fed up. Worn out.

And really, what is the point in a head’s up from a harbinger of doom? The doom is already here, we’re standing it in, feeling its heat, seeing its tides rising. And all the while as it stalks up and down our city streets and through our fields of grain, laps up around our doorsteps and takes down our mountainsides, we dither on, musing whether this may or may not be the right time for more pipelines, for another parcel from Amazon, for another AI data centre.

Doom must be both delighted and, deep down inside, thoroughly disappointed - such unworthy opponents we’ve turned out to be.

So, what now, now that we find ourselves right in the thick of it? Cheek by jowl with doom? How to cope?

Well, I have been on the lookout for sound advice. This is my round-up of the best I’ve found:

Be better neighbours. Pay attention. Learn more and be stronger. Get off our fucking phones. Plan ahead. Stock up. Give more, if you are able, to food banks and shelters and emergency aid. And don’t put up with any divisive bullshit – someone isn’t on board, wants to fawn over bitumen or tech bros or nonsense like pitting and prioritizing economics over/against ecological preservation, that argues that immigrants, or women, or trans folk or protesters are a threat - let’s not waste our time, better to step over them, keep moving towards constructive action.

Because there is work to be done.

And beneath these same morning stars, at other times and other places, other folks have stared down doom. It’s our turn now.

Sources & sober reading:

https://news.un.org/en/story/2026/09/1168265

https://climatedata.ca/news/what-the-developing-exceptional-el-nino-means-for-canada-in-2026-27/

https://www.nifc.gov/fire-information/nfn

Read my other work! If you like my writing and would like to support it, please pick up or order a copy of my new eco-gothic novel, The Haunting of Modesto O’Brien, at your local, independent bookstore or order direct from my publisher, Latitude 46: https://store.latitude46publishing.com/collections/featured-books/products/the-haunting-of-modesto-obrie



You might also be interested in my climate change trilogy The Wintermen, also available for order from https://store.latitude46publishing.com/collections/fiction/products/the-winter-men

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