I’ve always believed that strength isn’t found in screaming over others – it’s found in holding steady when others fall apart. It’s in the quiet resolve to build, to protect, to guide – not just for the sake of tradition, but for the sake of what’s right. That’s why I consider myself a Progressive Conservative. Not because I oppose the Left, but because I believe in balancing them.
At the end of the day, I want my brothers and sisters on the Left to be the magic that makes Canada better – The dreamers. The reformers. The ones with eyes set on the stars, always reaching for what could be. They remind us of our potential, our heart, our humanity.
But every dream needs a guardian.
That’s where I come in – and others like me. We Conservatives are meant to be the swords and shields that defend the right to dream. To hold the line. To make sure the foundations are strong enough to support those visions. To protect freedom without turning it into fanaticism, and preserve legacy without turning it into stagnation.
We’re not here to pull the world backward. We’re here to steady the climb forward.
I don’t want a Canada where one side tries to erase the other. I want a Canada where the Left paints the future – and the Right builds the scaffolding to reach it safely. It’s not opposition I crave. It’s equilibrium.
Yes. Let’s honour tradition without getting trapped in it.”
“Let’s dream forward, but build foundations so it doesn’t collapse.”
“Let’s love each other… and also change the world, quietly and fiercely.
That’s why I remain a card-carrying member of the Conservative Party of Canada. Not to endorse the loudest voices in the room, but to be one of the sane ones still standing – advocating for a middle-right that respects personal responsibility and social compassion.
It’s a bit sad sometimes, I’ll admit. I’m in my mid-40s now, and it feels like I’m still alone in this. No kindred spirit at my side to build this vision with. No other human to say, “Yes. I see what you see. Let’s shape it together.” It’s not loneliness I feel – it’s more like a kind of creative solitude. The kind that aches because it knows it was meant to be shared.
But even if that person never arrives, I’ll keep building. I’ll keep protecting. I’ll keep believing that progress needs its magic… and its guardians.
One day, someone might hear these words and say, “That’s exactly how I feel.” And maybe, just maybe, that’s where the next chapter begins.
Because Canada doesn’t need more division. It needs more balance.
And if I have to be the sword at the edge of that dream – so be it.
Let the magic rise. I’ll be here, holding the shield.
