Another Rare Canadian Politician of Integrity is Fired for Speaking the Truth
Ontario MPP Rick Nichols was expelled from the Ontario (Canada) Progressive Conservative political party for taking a principled personal stand regarding ‘COVID’. In a time of desperate need of leadership on this issue, those displaying it are ostracized, and their message censored in favor of the mainstream narrative, before they are politically murdered. In a time when our country and our culture is under attack both from without and from within by globalist agendas operating through corrupted political parties, the mainstream media, and the corporations backing them both, we need to retain our ability to think rationally, and weigh the information from both sides from a variety of sources before coming to conclusions. I encourage you to listen and consider the information below from MPP Nichols, who has put himself at great risk to bring it to you.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run—
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
