Danny Hozack

The 177,000-signature threshold has now been passed. This has now officially cleared the requirement for an Alberta independence referendum on October 19th. As I said, given the model’s forecast from May through September, rising global tensions will increase the potential for Alberta to vote for separation during the October elections.

She sat at tables with men who could start wars, smiling as if the talk of steel and gunpowder were nothing more than weather. Hedwig Kiesler, already infamous across Europe for a single nude swim in a film called Ecstasy, looked like an ornament. Louis B. Mayer would later call Hedy Lamarr the most beautiful woman in the world. What almost no one noticed was the mind behind the face: the daughter of a Viennese banker, raised on mathematics and science, who could follow a technical conversation the way other people followed a melody. When she married Friedrich Mandl, one of Austria’s richest arms manufacturers, the dinners grew darker. Hitler’s men and Mussolini’s men spoke freely in front of her, assuming beauty and silence meant emptiness. She listened. She memorized the weaknesses of radio-guided torpedoes, the ways a single jammed frequency could send a ship to the bottom. She despised everything they represented. In 1937 she disappeared. Dressed as her own maid, jewels sewn into the lining of a coat, she crossed into freedom and reinvented herself as Hedy Lamarr, Hollywood’s newest star. The dinner-table knowledge came with her. While the Allies watched their torpedoes veer uselessly off course because enemy forces could lock onto a single radio frequency and jam it, she sat in California and worked the problem. The signal, she realized, needed to hop. Not one frequency but many, leaping in a pattern only the transmitter and receiver shared. She found a partner in George Antheil, an avant-garde composer who had already synchronized multiple player pianos to perform in perfect unison. Together they translated that mechanical choreography into radio. On August 11, 1942, the U.S. Patent Office issued them Patent 2,292,387 for a “Secret Communication System”—frequency-hopping spread spectrum. The Navy filed it away. Too complicated, they said. A Hollywood actress and a composer could not possibly understand military technology. The patent slept for decades. Engineers rediscovered it during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Once wireless communication began its long expansion, the idea proved foundational. Every Wi-Fi connection, every Bluetooth pairing, every GPS fix still carries a trace of that hop. The smartphone in a pocket exists, in part, because a young woman once sat silently at a Nazi dinner table, pretending not to understand, while she stored every technical detail she could carry. The world kept calling her a beauty, a star, a scandal. Recognition arrived late. In 1997 she received the Electronic Frontier Foundation Pioneer Award. In 2014, fourteen years after her death, she was inducted into the National Inventors Hall of Fame. The face had always been famous. The mind that helped build the wireless world had to wait until almost no one was left to stare 🛜

When a gunshot tore through his face during a tenement drug bust, his fellow police officers didn't rush to his side or call for help over the radio. They stood by and watched him bleed on the hallway floor, waiting for him to die. His name was Frank Serpico. Born in Brooklyn to Italian immigrant parents, Frank grew up revering law enforcement and joined the New York City Police Department in 1959, determined to protect his hometown. But as he moved through the ranks, he uncovered a dark, pervasive reality: systemic corruption. Envelopes stuffed with bribe money from gamblers, drug dealers, and local criminals were routinely distributed among officers, from beat cops to high-ranking detectives. In the NYPD, an unwritten code of silence, the "blue wall", governed everything. You took the money, turned a blind eye, and protected your fellow officers at all costs. Frank refused every single bribe. By choosing honesty, he instantly became an outcast within his own department. Fellow officers viewed his integrity as a direct threat. He received constant death threats, found his locker defaced, and was repeatedly assigned to high-risk calls without backup. When he tried to report the rampant payoffs to his superiors, he was met with warnings, indifference, and active obstruction. Realizing that the department would never clean itself up, Frank took a lethal risk: in April 1970, he broke the code of silence and took his story to The New York Times. The resulting front-page scandal rocked the city, forcing Mayor John V. Lindsay to appoint the landmark Knapp Commission to investigate police corruption. The retaliation was immediate and terrifying. On February 3, 1971, during a drug bust at a Williamsburg apartment building, Frank stepped through a door to detain a suspect. The armed drug dealers shoved the door closed, trapping his arm and head. Frank screamed for his fellow officers to help him break through. Instead, they stood back. A suspect fired a handgun at point-blank range, striking Frank directly in the cheek. The bullet severed an auditory nerve and lodged near his spine. As he lay bleeding in the hallway, his partners failed to broadcast a "10-13" code for an officer down. It was an elderly tenant who called for an ambulance. Frank survived, but the bullet left him deaf in his left ear and plagued by lifelong pain. Ten months later, still recovering from his wounds, he stood before the Knapp Commission and delivered damning testimony that exposed decades of institutional graft and transformed modern police oversight forever. He resigned from the force shortly after, spent years living in quiet exile in Europe, and eventually became the first officer in NYPD history to receive the Medal of Honor for exposing internal corruption. Frank Serpico proved that real bravery isn't standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the crowd, it's having the courage to stand alone when everyone around you is compromised. -Inspiring Stories

Mom, Dad, and me at the Kinsmen Club night, 1994. The Herald report from that evening shows the lottery handing the Alberta Children’s Hospital Foundation $1,221,658. Close to half of that was never ticket money. Shane Homes built the lottery homes at cost. Our framers, electricians, plumbers, and drywallers worked for nothing, and plenty of them brought their own materials. Nineteen years we did it that way. Thank a tradesperson.

🤔 Remember the #WEScandal? Sophie Grégoire Trudeau's ambassador role was unpaid, but her flights, hotels and car service were covered. Then in a spectacular boneheaded display, the Liberal government of the day, led by her (at that time) husband Justin Trudeau, subsequently signed an agreement worth up to $543.5 million with WE's foundation before it was cancelled amid the massive public backlash and controversy. "Volunteer" didn't make the family connections irrelevant then, and it sure as hell doesn't now. Yet… Diana Carney's "volunteer" appointment as Ocean Envoy by a minister in her Prime Minister husband's government, followed thirteen days later by her PM husband @MarkJCarney announcing $1.2 billion for ocean protection, gets fiercely defended by those same Liberals, all pointing to Diana Fox Carney's salary information NOBODY asked for! Somewhere CBC pundits are brainstorming how to convincingly blame Pierre for the whole mess. Now, who remembers Anaida Poilievre's parliamentary career, which began before her marriage to Pierre, and attracted an onslaught of Liberals online voicing insinuations of favouritism, cronyism and nepotism during the last election campaign. Every "ism" in the cupboard that Liberal supporters could find was hurled at her. But somehow, and this is borrowing logic from the 'Liberalverse', Diana gets appointed, and suddenly the liberal peanut gallery vocabulary shrinks to "volunteer," with nary an "ism" in sight. Sweet mother of leftist insanity...🤦🏼‍♀️ The question is how the Prime Minister's wife got the appointment, not whether she gets a paycheque. You'd have to work quite hard to misunderstand something that simple, and yet here they are, finally putting in the effort and representing with the craziest of them. So... it's a different prime minister, and a different wife, just serving up the same deluded expectation that Canadians are too stupid to notice and too easily impressed by style without substance to insist on integrity. #ThinkForYourself #StopElectingIncompetence #MakeHypocrisyShamefulAgain #cdnpoli #Carney

So I'm asking you honestly. Wes came home exhausted and heartbroken by something he didn't understand. But he accused me before he asked if I was okay, and he stayed silent while our nine-year-old watched. Would you forgive him? Or was that bedroom the moment you learned how fast he'd believe the worst? And if you were Tilly, what would he have to do before you'd take the chair away from the door??

A skinny 13-year-old boy walked right up to a girl on a crowded dance floor, looked her in the eyes, and made a promise that would change literary history forever. "I just realized all my poems are about you. Marry me!" Gabriel García Márquez told Mercedes Barcha. Most young girls would have laughed off such a grand declaration from a teenage boy, but Mercedes simply looked up at him and replied with remarkable calm. "Alright," she said. "But let me finish school first." They did not rush into anything. They did not even have an official engagement ring or a formal date set. Instead, they shared a quiet understanding that spanned over a decade while they grew up, built their lives, and figured out who they were. "We weren’t officially engaged," Gabriel later recalled years later, his hair dusted with silver. "We were just patiently waiting for what was meant to be." Thirteen years after that faithful night on the dance floor, Gabriel and Mercedes finally tied the knot. But their real test of love, loyalty, and sheer endurance was only just beginning. When Gabriel decided to write the story that had been haunting his mind for years—a epic tale that would eventually become One Hundred Years of Solitude—he knew he needed complete isolation. He locked himself in a small room in Mexico City, writing endlessly day after day, month after month. While he lost himself in the fictional world of Macondo, Mercedes took complete control of the real world outside his office door. She carried their entire household on her shoulders without a single complaint. She found ways to put food on the table, managed demanding landlords, kept the electricity running, and kept their young family alive on credit and hope. "Don't worry about the money," Mercedes assured him whenever the bills piled up. "You just focus on writing the book." She never doubted for a single second that her husband was a literary genius, even when they were down to their last pesos. Her faith in his vision was completely absolute. After eighteen grueling months of continuous writing, Gabriel finally emerged from his room holding the completed manuscript. It was a massive stack of paper, heavy with the weight of his dreams. They rushed to the local post office to mail the full manuscript to a publisher in Argentina, only to receive devastating news at the counter: the package was too heavy, and the shipping cost was more money than they had left in the bank. Without hesitation, Mercedes packed up the only two valuable electrical appliances left in their bare apartment. She walked down to the pawnshop and sold her hairdryer and her blender. "That's all we have left," she remarked as she handed the money over to the postal clerk to send the second half of the manuscript. "Now, all that's left is for the book to actually be good." The book was far more than just good. Within months of its release, One Hundred Years of Solitude became a global sensation, selling millions of copies around the globe and changing modern literature forever. Years later, that very same manuscript earned Gabriel García Márquez the Nobel Prize in Literature. Gabriel became a world-famous literary icon, but he never forgot the woman who made it all possible. He knew that without her relentless strength, quiet confidence, and steady hand, the world would have never known his masterpiece. Behind his brilliant words was a partner whose quiet devotion proved that true love does not just inspire greatness—it protects it, feeds it, and believes in it long before the rest of the world catches on 📕💕

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Hopefully this explains what we’re all going through and witnessing happening in the world right now. **How Do We Get Out of the Cycle?** People tell me trauma ruined me. It didn't. It gave me a gift: I recognize patterns. That's the highest form of intelligence there is, and once you've lived through evil, you spot it fast, no matter what suit it's wearing. Look at the pattern. The UN gives us 17 Sustainable Development Goals, and on paper they look beautiful. Who's against ending poverty? Who's against clean water? Nobody. That's the trick. The language is bulletproof, so nobody argues with it. But the fight was never about the goals on the page. It's about who decides what counts as meeting them, and what gets pushed through in their name. Same pattern everywhere you look. Banks embedding carbon tracking into your banking app. Digital ID. Central bank digital currencies. Information throttled until fewer and fewer people ever see it. They don't want us sharing information, because shared information breaks the spell. And who is doing it? Governments. Governments are the biggest perpetrators of trauma on this planet. No individual can do what a state can do: wars, displacement, persecution, policies that starve or imprison whole populations. Behind them, the institutions operating under their cover, churches, schools, care homes, where abuse went on for decades because nobody with power stopped it. Here's the trap, and it's the reason the world is in the mess it's in: we can't hold the abusers accountable, because the abusers run the system that would hold them accountable. They run the courts. They run the investigations. They run the media that would report it. You can't report the system to the system. So the abuse continues, and everyone else is told to move on. And that leaves us with an unresolved trauma crisis on this planet, and it never ends, because unresolved trauma does something most people don't understand: it eliminates critical thinkers. A person carrying trauma they never faced has a hard time thinking critically. They react instead of thinking. And a reactive population is easy to divide, easy to frighten, easy to control. So division creates more trauma, and more trauma creates more division, and around it goes. A dangerous and divided world, forever. People ask me how we get out of the cycle. There's only one way, and it's not a policy, and it's not an election, and it's not a better set of global goals. We wrote our own goals tonight, 23 sustainable laws to eliminate government, because the answer was never more government. The answer is less of it, and more of us. The way out is to face it. One person at a time stops numbing it, looks at it honestly, and heals. A healed person can think critically again. A healed person can't be divided so easily. A healed person holds abusers accountable and refuses to live in fear. That's why I do this work. That's why I wrote the books. One person healing gives the next person permission to do the same. This isn't my first spiritual and psychological war. I know how it works. It tries to get inside your head first. It wants you afraid, because afraid people don't think, and people who don't think don't fight back. So here's my answer: be not afraid. Never be afraid of cowards. Without the dark, you'd never see the light.

America, don’t be brainwashed like Canada. Democrats want to destroy America like the Liberals are doing to Canada. Vote Red.

I am not interested in joining a new political party in Alberta that does not have Alberta's Independence as their ultimate goal I'm not asking anyone to agree with me, or follow my path. I'm just saying that I believe freedom will only come if we are independent from the failed experiment that is Canada. I believe the federal government to be completely compromised to the point where the woke globalist/Marxist liberals will be able to use their corruption to remain in power indefinitely. I don't see that being fixed without a revolution, and I don't see a Canadian revolution ever becoming a reality So, Albertans, you do what you feel in your heart is right, and I will do what allows me to live with myself. I will never stop fighting for my freedom and my way of life, and I do not see those things being preserved by remaining in Canada God bless those who value freedom above all, and God bless the Alberta Patriots

What a way to start the year! 6 goals and a shutout. Dartmouth 6 | Alaska Fairbanks 0 #GoBigGreen | #TheWoods🌲