(1/4) I have a shocking true story to share with you, brethren. It is the story of the woke takeover of Canada, and how I, a healthy and intelligent white male, became a victim of its life-hating chokehold on the country.

A bit of background info about myself: I come from a stable middle-class background, was intellectually precocious, skipped a grade, excelled academically, fairly attractive but socially introverted, decent build, moderately athletic. Got into a decent university and performed well but was struck by the poor quality of the education. Shortly before I'm about to graduate I have a sudden and profound dissociative episode severe enough to be comparable to an MKUltra mind-wipe. I'm talking no memory, no awareness of space or time, no ego functioning whatsoever. After some unspecified period of time I manage to re-integrate my psyche and naturally become suspicious of my family with whom I was living. I press them about the issue but am met with evasive or defensive responses. Eventually our arguments come to a head and I agree to go to the emergency room, where I am assessed by several doctors who immediately certify me (i.e. involuntarily commit me) under our mental health act laws with an initial diagnosis of unspecified psychosis due to suspicion. One of the doctors is even bold enough to mock me, saying "You don't think there's a conspiracy against you, do you?", knowing that I can't protest. I have no choice but to comply, and after the initial shock wears off I realize the only course of action is to be as sane, polite, reasonable and compliant as possible in the hopes that someone responsible will notice the glaring incommensurability of the situation. As I sit on the psych ward, nurses and patients do eventually notice and begin commenting, with some nurses even approaching me directly with hushed inquiries as to why I'm there and offering advice for proceeding with legal appeals.