🇨🇦 Farms, on the Edge. Freedom, on the Fringe. Canada, on the Brink

May 20, 2025

❤️ Written by ᴛʜᴇ 𝔒𝔣𝔣𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱 ʀᴜɴᴀʀꜱ regarding the governments attempt to cull of 400 ostriches that may happen in Edgewood, BC, Canada

This system dragged us here—And the government keeps its boot on our throats. The farmers stood up. It cost them more than they had to give. The judge ruled: Proceed with the kill.

But here’s the rot at the root—When you ask for a second opinion, one that isn’t owned by the state,they punish you. Fines, threats and silence.

If the test is sound, why fear more testing? If truth is on your side, why choke it?

If these birds were truly a threat, they would already be dead. And if not? Then they’ve adapted. Like nature always does. Like we do.

This cull is not about disease. It’s about obedience. It’s about how quiet we stay as they cinch the noose just a little tighter.

This is how the end creeps in. Not in fire, but in senseless, inhuman policies that bleed us slow...

There is no bubble strong enough. Even the sealed barns fall to flu. Don't tell me this is about keeping disease out. You can never cage the wild. Not the birds. Not us. Not the truth.

The wild will still fly. The wind still carries. Life finds a way. Real danger isn’t the virus—it’s the policies that kill without question, that follow only the scent of money and power. And teach us nothing in return. But fear. Fear of the wilderness, of what nature has to give for centuries. But we should praise them when they play god against the course of nature itself.

They don’t want independent farms. They don’t want minds that question. They want everything in their grasp food, health, thought, land.

This isn’t just about birds. It’s about every farm—past and future. This is the line. The test run. The signal fire.

Will we stay tame—or rise?

This story; Is where the tables turn. Where the point breaks. Precedent for everything that will comes next.

What happens here echoes further and wider each day—across farms, across provinces, across lives.

And when the government threatens you for seeking a second opinion—you must ask: What are they hiding? If their data held truth, they’d welcome scrutiny.

But they don’t. Because this isn’t about safety. It’s about control.

Today it's Universal Ostrich Farm. (Edgewood, British Columbia) Tomorrow another. Then yours. Your pets. Your homegrown eggs. Then your right to feed your children without state permission.

When birds that aren't even part of the food supply, still, are sentenced to die. Count the days when they will find baseless excuses to reach everything you own.

By keeping them alive, they challenged the narrative. Because they unraveled a truth. That maybe healing comes from exposure, from the land, from the wild.

Not from labs, not from fear, not from premeditated eradication. Perhaps, a pandora’s box cracked open—to the downfall of the crony pharma's empire...

Wiping out flocks, at the cost of who?

Because what they want is your dependence. And if they take the land, the food, the seed...They won’t need your permission. They’ll have your surrender.

We aren’t just walking the edge. We are the Edge. The line they cannot cross. The last ones standing where this authoritarian road must end. Where we still remember how to fight for what feeds, heals and sustains us.

And if we don’t pull our necks now from these swallowing tyrannical sands we will own nothing—and they will own us. We are the edge they warned you about.

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