You people have had it pretty nicely up to now.  Life is a wonderful salad of choices.  Well I'm here to tell you that if you don't start acting like you care about life, there might be no-one left to care for you, except perhaps your God.

You've wasted enough of your time on luxury cars, luxury food, shitty American TV shows, shitty American pop music, houses you can't afford and useless degrees from the adult daycare called university.

Here's a scenario for you.  Harper Government (sic) approves CNOOC's takeover of Nexen.  Check!

Nexen oilsands yield necessitates the Northern Gateway pipeline for export, just for starters.  Maybe hundreds or a thousand protesters, "saboteurs" or "terrorists" are jailed.  Hundreds?  Thousands?  Fie!  That's just a drop in the bucket for the textbook techniques of industrial incarceration.  Remember G20?  That was an improvisation by local pissants by comparison...

Maybe a tanker barfs petrochemicals all over the Juan da Fuca strait.  Maybe it's Haida Gwaii!  BC becomes polluted tourist-free welfare land.  Maybe Canada rebels!  Well then we'll have either to continue to service our debts and pay a penalty for kicking out our foreign interests, which will be basically impossible; or we'll have to defend ourselves against an enemy military who is coming to enforce their country's legally valid claim...

So either we citizens of the debtor prison nation Canada are repossessed and become human resources in labour camps; or we deploy our armed forces and exhaust ourselves fighting a government with a one-child policy that has produced a glut of fighting-aged men.

Get off your fucking couch.  Get off your fucking couch!