Sorta just talking about Invasions and stuff

Just talking

Well. I guess we get to talk about Invasions today, or something. I'm not quite sure what we're doing anymore to be honest. I think I lost track of the plot a while ago and have never quite been able to get back on it. From AI generated maps of an American Canada to now discussions of planning for a hypothetical American Invasion like it's the 1930s again. I feel like everything is becoming a bit too much for my poor brain to register.

This isn't gonna be me telling you about how an American invasion isnt coming, even though it isnt. This isnt gonna be me breaking down how to defence Canada in an American invasion. This won't be analytical and thought-provoking. It's just gonna be me today.

Maybe I'm a bit spoiled. Maybe this is how the world is supposed to work, the kind of news one is supposed to be expected to hear. Maybe the questioning, the trying to wrap around it all, the utter silliness that this whole situation feels like is a product of my own security and naivity.

I grew up in the 2000s, far removed from the thought of anything. The Global War of Terror was a distant care to my childhood brain. The world I have mostly grown up was one perched on the pedestal of thr Liberal Order. I have never felt this feeling of threat to my own country. The concept of that order dying has never crossed my mind until recently.

I never thought about the end of NATO, the realities of living with an aggressive neighbour, the tearing apart of an old order. My grandparents watched empires die. My mother watched the Soviet Empire dissolve. My Great Grandparents lived in the aftermath of the Great War.

They had seen the world order die. They lived under threats of annihilation, of mass conflict. I did not. I was not around. I was not around for the Soviets, Yugoslavia, Rwanda. I was a year old when 9/11 happened. I was a little boy during most of the GWOT. I did not know of the Financial Crisis. Truly my first taste of such things might be Libya? The first conflict I paid attention to at least. Still, those were distant, foreign. They were not at home, did not feel like shifts in my life.

I am twenty-five now and I for once worry about the world for my children, about the world I knew, that stability being taken from them. It does not feel right as a father to leave my girls with that future, that burden. It does not feel fair to leave them with a world order that is worse that the one I had.

Everytime the world shifts it has been to the better of us. That's what my Dad says in the brief conversations he has with me in this subject. We came out better in WWII. We came out better after thr Soviets fell. Each shift is a march to progress as one would say.

The last month or two has been depressing. It isnt going that way, and I have to ask if im ready to accept that? Was it that easy for everyone else? My mother says she didnt care. They “won” and that was all she thought about it. There's no winning here. There's no victory. There's a bleak tunnel, and maybe its foolish to believe this order would live forever. Maybe it is my fault for being blind and ignorant to things for so long, despite what I do, what I write. I always try to maintain a hopeful attitude and mindset to things.

Now though? I can't feel that fully. I don't think there is a lot to be hopeful for of this new world. I'm not scared. Im not panicked. I dont imagine running around the forests like Red Dawn trying to resist the Yankee invasion.

It's a whimper, an acceptance that things have changed, and will likely change for the worse before they get better. Of course I like many of my fellow youth have felt that way on things. I accepted the job market was harsh, that a house was a distant dream, that I would need to accept the enviornment as is. I accepted all this.

This though gives me a different feeling. This gives me no sense of anger, terror, or sadness. Maybe it's dissapointment that we got to this stage. Maybe its just that I am a bit to weak-willed for the modern world, that my own sheltered upbringing, this idea that the Rules-Based order would be upheld has made me to fragile to significant geopolitical shifts like this.

I spent my teens hearing about how hard life would be, how awful everything was becoming. I heard how I should be angry, vengeful, that I was being robbed, being taken advantage of. I was told like many other boys how the world was taken from me.

Yet I never felt that. I just accepted and moved on, just as I thought I could move on from all this news, that I woulsnt let it bother me, to get to me. I said even just a few months ago that things would eventuslly stabilize and move on. Now I am not so confident in my own assessments.

Am I supposed to be angry? Upset? I feel like all I can do is sigh and accept the reality. My friends are all fired up, passionate and screaming to the heavens about this stuff. Then there's me, worried far more for the world my children will grow up in, a volatile world caught in the chains of whatever power dictates it has a right to weld our destiny.

So many commentators. So many opinions. So many talks of fighting, of struggle. So many peoppe gorging themselves on pride and riding around drunk on their own egos, proclaiming that they know what to do to solve all that's happening.

It is tiring. Very, very tiring. It feels like watching a circus performance. Funny enough, Prime Minister Carneys speech today was probably the first time in a while I felt like someone was drilling me, was picking into my thoughts and worries. It was blunt, soft and yet there was no reassurance, no promises of better. There was struggle, but not a pedantic show of it like others. It was something I think I needed to hear at the least.

Coming to reality is hard. Being a commentator, I have to be in this scene, to be ready to tackle these shifts and changes. For a long time I didn't know if I was ready to do that. I didnt know if I was ready to accept all I saw going on.

So instead I'm here, ranting and crying away like some sad poet. I don't think an invasion is coming. I don't think my life will change much. I stand by that planning for these scenarios is always good in any case. We prepare for anything and everything. It's part of being a proactive institution that looks ahead and thinks deeply on subjects.

Planning is good, even if you believe you are planning for an impossibility. I also believe that this is a great opportunity to discuss things like Civil Defence, which has the added dual-use of being applicable in the event of disaster or community incidents. Perhaps this encourages more people to aupport their local SAR organization, or join volunteer forces like thr Ontario Corps.

That would be wonderful, a great way to build civil structure and reinforce our collective security by having thr loval networks to care for ourselves. Sevurity is not just missiles and tanks. It is people, human security. It is safety in ones home, support in ones community. It is enviornmental security, Health Security. Security is everything and anything, but not all defence. That is just one aspect, even if the major one.

Perhaps there is good to come of all of this. I hope so. I still tey to hopd a bit of hope, even as I watch it slip away, as we feel the noose wrapping around the neck of the Old World. Perhaps someone will make something wonderful amidst the chaos.

I don't know. Im rambling now, and I apologize for this being atypical of my usual work and what we do here. However I felt like ranting a small bit, just getting thoughts out since quite a few of you like when I just sorta talk on a personal level.