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We Are Canadians

Joe and Nelly are sitting in a little East Van café, talking about identity and what it means to belong somewhere.

Joe leans back and says:

“Hey Nelly, have you ever seen The Good Shepherd? There’s a scene with Joe Pesci where he says something interesting. He says he’s not Italian — he’s American. That line stuck with me.”

Nelly raises an eyebrow. “Why?”

Joe shrugs.

“Because that’s how I feel sometimes. My parents came from Croatia, sure. But I was born here. On July first. Canada Day. That makes me Canadian, not Croatian.”

He taps the table for emphasis.

“I could go back to some tiny country in Europe and try to play strongman politics. Maybe become some little dictator. But that’s not my mentality. I’m Canadian. I believe in democracy, not dictatorship. I believe in peacekeeping, not warmongering.”

Nelly nods slowly.

“Well,” she says, smiling, “I understand that. My family came from Portugal. I like my Portuguese flag. It’s part of who I am.”

She pauses.

“But I was born here too. In Canada. This is my country.”

Joe laughs. “Exactly.”

Nelly continues.

“If Canada is in trouble, I’m not going to turn tail and run back to Europe. This is home. My friends are here. My memories are here. My music career started here.”

Joe points at her.

“See? That’s what I’m talking about. Being Canadian isn’t about where your grandparents were born. It’s about what you stand for.”

Nelly nods again.

“Yeah. Democracy. Community. Looking out for each other.”

Joe grins.

“And peacekeeping,” he adds. “That’s the Canadian way.”

Nelly raises her coffee cup.

“To Canada.”

Joe raises his.

“To Canada.” 🇨🇦

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PM Nelly Kim Campbell

Joe is talking with Nelly Furtado, remembering an old story from their younger days.

Joe says, “Nel, back in high school I had this strange dream about you. In the dream you were like the female Ronald Reagan. You used your entertainment career as the launchpad, and next thing you know you’re the Prime Minister of Canada.”

Nelly laughs and shakes her head.

“Joe, if you believed that prophecy so much,” she teases, “why didn’t you and your brother Mike Jukic take that invite to the Victoria Robin Hood motel back in the day?”

Joe shrugs and gives a half-smile.

“Because,” he says, “I wanted Prime Minister Nelly… not Portuguese mafia Nelly.”

Nelly bursts out laughing.

“Joe, you thought one motel invite was going to turn me into a crime boss?”

Joe raises his hands defensively. “Hey, history is full of strange turning points. One wrong scene and suddenly the story changes.”

Nelly smirks. “Relax, Joe. If I ever run the country, I promise the campaign headquarters won’t be a motel.”

Joe nods. “Good. Because the dream always had you walking into Ottawa like Reagan walked into Washington — star power first, politics second.” 😄

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Madness – Hungry Canada

Joe:
This place is losing its mind, Nelly. Homes aren’t homes anymore—they’re chips on a casino table. People work all week just to stand still, and still the floor drops out from under them.

Nelly:
I feel it too. Everyone’s tired, but nobody’s resting.

Joe:
A third of the people worry about food now. Food. In a country that grows wheat to the horizon. Parents choosing between rent and groceries like it’s normal. Like it’s not a quiet emergency.

Nelly:
That kind of pressure makes people shrink inside themselves.

Joe:
Yeah. The economy talks numbers, but the numbers don’t talk back about dignity. Houses cracked into debt traps. Neighbours lining up at food banks pretending it’s temporary, pretending it’s not structural madness.

Nelly:
And you’re angry because you know it doesn’t have to be this way.

Joe:
I’m angry because it feels engineered. Like the system forgot what it’s for. Shelter. Bread. A future you can plan more than three months ahead.

Nelly:
Still—you see people helping each other. That hasn’t died.

Joe:
No. That’s the miracle. The system’s broken, but the people aren’t. Not yet. And that’s why it hurts so much to watch.

Joe:
We used to be G7—one of the richest countries on Earth. That meant something once. It meant security. It meant you could work, save a little, breathe.

Nelly:
And now?

Joe:
Now it’s like the title stayed, but the substance leaked out. Paper wealth. Inflated numbers. Real people falling through the cracks while economists argue semantics on TV.

Nelly:
I don’t understand how hunger even enters the conversation here.

Joe:
That’s the madness. Look around—endless wheat fields, Nelly. You can fly for hours over gold oceans of grain. We feed the world. And somehow we’re starving at home.

Nelly:
That’s not a supply problem.

Joe:
No. It’s a distribution problem. A priorities problem. We turned food into a commodity first and a human right second. Maybe third. Maybe not at all.

Nelly:
It feels like betrayal when abundance exists.

Joe:
Exactly. You can accept hardship in a poor land. But this? This is a rich country pretending scarcity is natural. Like hunger just… happens. It doesn’t. It’s designed.

Nelly:
And people still blame themselves.

Joe:
That’s the cruelest part. A nation rich in land, poor in mercy. Wheat rotting in silos while families ration dinner like they’re at war. If that’s progress, it’s hollow.

Nelly:
So what do you do with that truth?

Joe:
You say it out loud. You refuse to normalize it. Because once a rich country accepts hunger as normal, it’s already fallen—no matter what the rankings say.

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