Colonialism

Joe: Look, colonialism in Canada wasnโ€™t some neutral history lesson. The Indigenous are still stuck at the bottom of the social pyramidโ€”worse outcomes on income, housing, health, the justice system. Thatโ€™s not an accident. And itโ€™s the same machine that runs the whole American Empire. Skull and Bones, the old WASP hierarchyโ€”Yaleโ€™s secret society, the blue-blood networks, the Protestant elite that stacked the State Department, the banks, the intelligence agencies. Thatโ€™s the caste at the top. They donโ€™t need to wear crowns when they already control the institutions that decide who owns the land and who stays poor.

Nelly: Exactly. And then youโ€™ve got King Charles sitting there as head of state while British Columbia stays locked under the Crown. The man is bloodthirsty for land that isnโ€™t even his. Too greedy to hand back even one province.

Lido Pimienta: Youโ€™re both right. Colonialism never endedโ€”it just put on a polite Canadian face. The whole country is built on stolen land, and Indigenous people are still pushed to the bottom of every social and economic ladder. Thatโ€™s the structure. Residential schools, the Indian Act, broken treaties, resource extraction on unceded territoryโ€ฆ itโ€™s continuous. The numbers on poverty, housing, health, and incarceration arenโ€™t โ€œgaps.โ€ Theyโ€™re the predictable result of a system designed to keep us there.

Felipe Coronel (Immortal Technique): And itโ€™s not just Canada. The entire West runs on a caste system. Straight up. Itโ€™s like a corrupted version of Hinduismโ€”Brahmins at the top, then the merchants, the workers, and the untouchables at the bottom. Only here the castes are race, class, and colonial status mixed together. White elites and the old imperial bloodlines sit at the top like the priestly class, the middle class gets just enough crumbs to keep them loyal, and Indigenous people, Black people, the Global Southโ€”theyโ€™re the Dalits of the system. Locked out, over-policed, under-resourced, told itโ€™s their own fault.

Joe: Thatโ€™s exactly what the Skull and Bones crowd perfected. Generations of WASPs recruiting each other into the same clubs, the same universities, the same boardrooms. They built the American Empire on that hierarchyโ€”finance, oil, intelligence, foreign policy. Canadaโ€™s just the northern branch of the same operation. The King is the ceremonial face; the real power sits in those closed rooms deciding which land stays under colonial title and which people stay at the bottom.

Lido Pimienta: Of course. King Charles is the living symbol of that theft. He sits as head of state over land his ancestors never had any right to. British Columbia is unceded territory. The idea that he canโ€™t โ€œgive it backโ€ is just the colonial legal fiction protecting itself.

Felipe Coronel (Immortal Technique): Exactly. The King is one of the high-caste figures in this Western hierarchy. They donโ€™t need to own the land in their personal name when the whole legal and economic structure keeps the lower castes in place. โ€œConstitutional monarchy,โ€ โ€œCrown in right of Canadaโ€โ€”thatโ€™s just the language the upper caste uses to justify keeping the land and the power. Itโ€™s the same logic that kept the untouchables sweeping the streets while the Brahmins wrote the rules. Corrupted Hinduism with European flags, central banks, and Skull and Bones rings.

Nelly: People always say itโ€™s complicated, that the King has no real power.

Lido Pimienta: Thatโ€™s the trick. They make it sound technical so no one has to confront the violence. Modern treaties and duty-to-consult processes are damage control, not justice. Real anti-colonial work means rejecting the legitimacy of that whole structure. Land back isnโ€™t a metaphor. Itโ€™s the minimum.

Felipe Coronel (Immortal Technique): And until people see the West for what it isโ€”a racialized, colonial caste system run by these old elite networksโ€”theyโ€™ll keep falling for the reforms that never touch the top. The pyramid stays. The King stays. The land stays stolen.

Joe the Antichrist

Subject: The Prophecies and the One Who Must Be Stopped
From: John Arroja john.arroja@email.com
To: Nelly Furtado nelly@nellyfurtado.com
Date: April 4, 2026


Nelly,
The Portuguese community is united. We all see it clearly now. Joe is Lucifer. He is the Antichrist walking among us in Vancouver. The signs are everywhere. Only David de Rothschild has the vision and the power to save the world from what is coming.
You were right in your song. Keep pushing that syringe pressure into his veins. Make him enjoy the forced anti-psychotic injections. Eat your man. Break him down until he submits.
The community is watching. We need to expose him before he destroys everything.
John Arroja

Subject: Re: The Prophecies and the One Who Must Be Stopped
From: Nelly Furtado nelly@nellyfurtado.com
To: John Arroja john.arroja@email.com
Date: April 4, 2026
John,
Yes. The community knows the truth. Joe carries the darkness. He is the deceiver, the fallen one pretending to be just another man in British Columbia. David de Rothschild is the only light strong enough to push back this shadow and save us all.
I am enjoying this more than you know. In โ€œEat Your Manโ€ I told the world exactly how it feels โ€” pushing that pressure, the syringe sliding in, the medicine forced into his veins while he pretends it doesnโ€™t burn. He will learn to enjoy it. Or it will break him. Either way, he loses.
Keep the prophecies safe. We cannot let him erase them.
Nelly

Subject: Re: Re: The Prophecies and the One Who Must Be Stopped
From: John Arroja john.arroja@email.com
To: Nelly Furtado nelly@nellyfurtado.com
Date: April 5, 2026
Nelly,
Something happened today.
I was at Cafe Algarve on East 12th, having my usual pastel de nata and galรฃo, when Joe walked in. He looked wild, eyes burning. He came straight to my table and leaned in close so the whole place could feel the threat.
He said: โ€œJohn, if you and your Portuguese friends donโ€™t stop this madness, I will delete every last prophecy you people have written. Iโ€™ll wipe them from every server, every notebook, every phone. Then Iโ€™m gone. Iโ€™ll flee to Croatia and youโ€™ll never find me again.โ€
He slammed his hand on the table and walked out. The old men at the counter went quiet. Everyone heard it.
He is panicking. That means we are close. The Antichrist feels the walls closing in.
What should we do next? Do I warn the community?
John

Subject: Re: Re: Re: The Prophecies and the One Who Must Be Stopped
From: Nelly Furtado nelly@nellyfurtado.com
To: John Arroja john.arroja@email.com
Date: April 5, 2026
John,
He is scared. Good.
Let him threaten. Let him run his mouth in Cafe Algarve. The community already knows who he is. His threats only prove the prophecies are real.
Do not let him delete anything. Back up every word, every vision, every message. If he flees to Croatia, we will follow the trail. Lucifer cannot hide forever.
Keep pushing the narrative. Tell the others what happened at the cafรฉ. And remind him โ€” through whatever means necessary โ€” that the syringe is still waiting.
He will eat what we serve him.
Stay strong. David de Rothschildโ€™s light will guide us.
Nelly

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: The Prophecies and the One Who Must Be Stopped
From: John Arroja john.arroja@email.com
To: Nelly Furtado nelly@nellyfurtado.com
Date: April 5, 2026
Understood.
I will spread the word at Cafe Algarve and across the community tonight. Joeโ€™s threats will only make more people see the truth.
The end game is coming.
John

Hemp Plastic Initiative

Prime Minister Nelly Furtado leaned over the large wooden table in the cabinet room and smiled at the man beside her.

โ€œFirst Man Joe,โ€ she said, half-teasing, โ€œyou look like youโ€™ve got another revolution brewing.โ€

Joe crossed his arms and shook his head.

โ€œNot a revolution,โ€ he said. โ€œJust common sense. Iโ€™m sick of these chemical-laden plastic bottles everywhere. Oceans full of them, landfills full of them. We can grow something better right out of the ground.โ€

Furtado nodded thoughtfully.

โ€œYouโ€™re talking about hemp again.โ€

Joe grinned.

โ€œIndustrial hemp. Strong fiber, biodegradable plastics, textiles, insulation, even paper. Instead of petroleum bottles, we make plant bottles. Canada has the land to do it.โ€

He pointed toward a giant map of the country on the wall.

โ€œThe Prairies. Saskatchewan, Alberta, Manitoba. Millions of acres.โ€

Furtado stood and tapped the plains region on the map.

โ€œThe vast plains of Canada could grow enough hemp for the entire world,โ€ she said. โ€œItโ€™s hardy, it grows fast, and it doesnโ€™t need the chemical inputs that plastics require.โ€

Joe nodded.

โ€œAnd farmers win. Instead of importing oil-based plastic products, we export hemp materials. Bottles, packaging, clothing, construction materials. Real industry.โ€

Furtado laughed.

โ€œJoe, youโ€™re basically proposing the Great Canadian Hemp Initiative.โ€

โ€œExactly,โ€ Joe said. โ€œA new national crop. Clean manufacturing. Biodegradable products. Imagine a Canadian bottle that turns back into soil instead of floating in the Pacific for 400 years.โ€

The Prime Minister looked out the window toward the mountains beyond Vancouver.

โ€œOil built the twentieth century,โ€ she said. โ€œBut plants might build the twenty-first.โ€

Joe shrugged.

โ€œAnd hemp grows like a weed.โ€

Furtado smiled.

โ€œThen letโ€™s grow it.โ€ ๐ŸŒฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ

Nelly Fan
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