"He spit on the veteran’s medals during a protest, calling him a ""murderer,"" and tried to rip them off his chest, but he was instantly tackled by a group of opposing protesters who recognized the veteran as the medic who had saved lives on both sides of the war. CHAPTER 1 The saliva was warm. It hit the polished brass of the Silver Star with a sickening splat, sliding down the red, white, and blue ribbon before dripping onto my lapel. I didn't wipe it off. I didn't move. I didn't even blink. "

Enough. Over the holidays—Boxing Day at the Eaton Centre and New Year’s downtown—Canadians weren’t “protested,” they were hijacked by organized activists who deliberately chose the busiest public spaces and forced families, workers, kids, and seniors into a foreign conflict they didn’t consent to. When protests block roads and choke packed malls, public safety is no longer theoretical—ambulances get delayed, exits disappear, police resources get drained, and one emergency turns into a fucking di