I’m an Alberta girl — stubborn enough to stand my ground, bold enough to speak the truth, and faithful enough to know God doesn’t hand you land like this to live weak and afraid. I am unapologetically part of the resistance.
I was raised on hard work, harsh winters, and the kind of grit that can’t be bought or broken. We grow the food. We pull the fuel from the ground. We build, fix, and provide — not for politicians, not for foreign billionaires playing puppet master, and definitely not for anyone who thinks freedom is up for negotiation.
There is a saying, “Control the food, control the people.” Funny how nervous they get when people like me start teaching each other how to grow, preserve, and provide — no permission slips, no middlemen, no dependence.
Let them chase their pipe dreams — a world run on mandates, fear, and wishful thinking.
We’ll be over here — planting, preserving, fixing, building, tripping pipe, and thriving when their plans fall apart.
The winters are brutal. The land is tough. But the people? Unbreakable.
We don’t answer to bureaucrats, billionaires, or committees behind closed doors.
We answer to God, not Ottawa.
We stand for freedom, not fear.
And when the time comes, we won’t be falling in line — we will be leading the resistance.
If that makes you uncomfortable, the highway runs both ways.
If that lights a fire in you, you’re home.