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United Empire Loyalist Day The United Empire Loyalist Association of Canada was founded on May 27, 1914. A Cultural and Hereditary Organization, it was founded to honour the legacy of the Loyalists who left America after the Revolutionary War and became one of the primary founding stocks of English Canada. Membership is primarily made up of United Empire Loyalist descendants which includes many Old Stock Canadians and we should be proud to lay claim to that heritage. In 1997, June 19th, the day of the passing of the Constitutional Act in 1791, was declared United Empire Loyalist Day, and is still commemorated by local branches of the UELA in Ontario, Saskatchewan and BC.

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The skepticism, cynicism, unyielding resistance to assimilation, and paranoid attitudes over survival itself, rank among Quebec's strongest and healthiest instincts. But this drive must be extended to all of Canada.

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It is not enough to take a sledgehammer to Pierre Trudeau’s cultural revolution. We must will our own vision into reality: a technological nation state built on the united foundation of the two solitudes, with every other element ordered around or subordinate to it.

A Duolingo clone specifically for Canadian English and Canadian French would be an immensely powerful tool for dedicated nationalists. Kept afloat by small fees. Could be lucrative for all involved. Where are our nationalist software devs and linguists at?

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Sing, O Muse, of the Loyalists: their valiant sacrifice against godless chaos, their foolhardy march into the northern unknown, and their vision, by the grace of God, King, and country, to raise in the north an everlasting bastion against a behemoth.

Sing, O Muse, the story of Champlain the Conqueror, and the Don de Dieu: the stout man in white armour, crowned with his black plume, and his Norman banner-men, bound by God and King to seek Canada across the western sea.

We have often imagined Canadian history as a tale divided in two, and to a degree, it is. French Canadians were the first Canadians, the First Men of Primordial Canada, rooted in the old soil of the St. Lawrence and shaped by forest, river, seigneury, and crown. Then came the Loyalists, bearing with them another inheritance, another memory, and another destiny. To understand Canada, we must look upon these peoples of the Canadian story as scholars look upon the Britons and the coming Anglo-Saxons, the Gallo-Romans and the Franks, or, in George R. R. Martin’s world, the Andals and the First Men. For the truth is that the song of Canada is not so distant from such legends. It is a story of conquest and intermarriage, of survivance and cooperation, of alliances forged, peoples endured, rivalries carried, and destinies entwined, until something emerged that was neither wholly ancient nor wholly new, and its ongoing even today.

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As an Anglo-Canadian there is nobody culturally closer to you than a French Canadian. You can go to the U.S. or the UK, and you will doubtless find commonalities and shared experiences. But at the absolute margins, at elite levels of pinpoint proximity, Olivier Tremblay drives on Highway 401 to grab Le Tims. He goes to the gas station or a grocery store to pick up Tylenol on his way to his job as a chartered accountant. On the weekend, he drives an hour out of town to hunt or fish, bringing with him a six pack of Molson, Sleeman, or Moosehead. He’s into hockey, though he roots for a different team. If he’s older, he lives in a suburban detached home, maybe a condo he owns. Maybe he’s got an SKS and a 12 gauge in his basement, and a favourite gravel pit to shoot at sometimes that the cops know about and don’t care, because they take their kids there too. He actually knows who Stan Rogers is, and has tapped his foot and smacked the table at the bar when “Barrett’s Privateers” came on in that old naval town. He knows a First Nations guy who gets people cheap cartons of cigarettes. And just like you, Olivier Tremblay thinks he may have more in common with the French, the way you do with the British and Americans. But when he goes to France, he is shocked to discover that he can’t get basic medicine at a department store or gas station, and that a single aspirin requires going to a doctor. He discovers that, as much as he loves the excellent transit and walkable cities in Montreal, and as impressed as he is by how advanced France’s are, they lean away from cars and detached homes. They don’t own guns because, in the 16th century, the king had to introduce significant gun control because people kept shooting his tax collectors. In fact, they don’t understand how or why you would ever want or need a firearm. They think Olivier is a little crazy. Though he may enjoy soccer, the French don’t care much for hockey, the sport he played growing up on ice and in the street. He meets up with a friend, and they both have the idea to exercise, but Olivier thinks he means lifting weights, while Pierre thinks he means cycling. Actually, Olivier is getting stared at because he’s quite a tall man, quite fair featured compared to most French around, and more robust. Some think he’s working class, because he has visible muscle, despite a comfortable middle class salary in the suburbs of Trois-Rivière. Nobody has more in common with Canadians than Canadians.

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Mass deportations are not enough. We need Remigration, which is bigger, better, and goes further.

On people who have a problem with Remigration as opposed to mass deportations: They make the mistake of treating it as a sleight of hand for the salaried office worker they despises, while fundamentally misunderstanding what remigration actually entails. It includes deportations on a mass scale, but it is not limited to deportation alone. It also encompasses every legally available means of encouraging return migration, including legal, social, and financial incentives for foreign nationals to return to their countries of origin. This could include banning halal and kosher slaughter, enforcing strict secularism in the civil service and public institutions, strict language laws in public and private sectors, prohibiting circumcision, criminally prosecuting organizations and members involved in facilitating mass migration, bringing back the death penalty for crimes against natives, tightening or scrapping programs such as the International Mobility Program, the foreign student program, and the Temporary Foreign Worker Program, and investigating, prosecuting, or nationalizing relevant organizations and their assets. But all of that is the boring administrative and bureaucratic stuff that requires intelligence, coordination and consistency. The dopamine hit comes from the compounding payoff, not COPS-style videos, or El Salvador style frog-marching into boxcars to be shipped to Senegal, or sprinklers, jumbotrons and WWE. Spectacle must be following through with substance.

We don’t say “anglophone”, “francophone”, or “English Canada”. We say “Anglo-Canada” and “Anglo-Canadian”. The first two terms are linguistic categories that tell us nothing about the ethnicity of the speakers. “Anglo” in “Anglo-Canadian” should be understood in the Anglo-Celtic rather than purely Anglo-Saxon sense. Anglo-Canadians are a distinct ethnicity formed through the historic intermixing of English, Irish, and Scots ethnocultures in Canada. An ethnogensis.