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Fluoride Referendum

Joe Jukic: Alright, let’s talk about this fluoride situation. A lot of people still don’t know the real history behind it. Eustace Mullins laid it out years ago. He proved that the Nazis discovered back in the 1920s that adding sodium fluoride to drinking water made people very passive and docile. It lowered their IQ and turned them submissive — basically easier to control without needing as many guards.

They started using it in the concentration camps. Instead of having to watch everybody all the time, they just dosed the water and the prisoners became zombies. Less resistance, lower intelligence, more compliant. Mullins documented the whole thing as a deliberate behavior modification tool.

And the crazy part is, after the war that same knowledge got brought over here. Now we’re doing it to ourselves and calling it “public health.” Canada doesn’t need fluoride in the water at all. Most places in BC and plenty of other provinces don’t even fluoridate the tap water, and people are doing fine. If you want dental benefits, just use toothpaste. It’s topical — you don’t need to drink it.

Why are we mass-medicating the entire population through the drinking water? Especially if it’s making people more docile and lowering IQ like Mullins said.

Nelly: There is something in the water.

Joe Jukic: Exactly, Nelly. And then you got RFK Jr. proving it’s poison. He’s been on this for years. Fluoride is a neurotoxin. The studies show it messes with brain development, lowers kids’ IQ, especially with long-term exposure. The National Toxicology Program report basically confirmed the risks. We’re dumping industrial waste into the water supply and acting like it’s medicine. It’s straight-up insane.

RFK lays out the receipts every single time. The docile effect, the IQ drop — it all lines up with what Mullins warned about decades ago. Canada has no business forcing this on people. We don’t need it.

PM Furtado: That’s why everyone listening needs to get out and vote in the Canadian fluoride referendum. Head over to referendumparty.ca right now and make your voice heard. This is our chance to end the mass medication of our water supply once and for all. Vote no to fluoride — for our kids, for our brains, and for our freedom. Don’t sit this one out. Go to referendumparty.ca and vote today.

Joe Jukic: There it is. Pull the fluoride out of the water. Let folks decide for themselves with toothpaste or whatever. Hard pass on the mass medication.

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Easter Island Ecocide

G.I. Joe:
You know, Doc, every time I see photos of Easter Island, I feel this pit in my stomach. Those Moai staring out over a stripped land. It’s like the island is accusing us.

David Suzuki:
It should accuse us. Easter Island is a warning carved in stone. A society that cut down every tree to prove power, status, immortality. They turned a living ecosystem into monuments to ego.

G.I. Joe:
Back then it was stone heads. Today it’s glass and steel.

David Suzuki:
Exactly. Instead of Moai, we build towers. Giant towers. Trump Towers, or their cousins everywhere on Earth. Every so-called alpha male wants to own one—his name stamped into the skyline like a territorial mark.

G.I. Joe:
A vertical chest-thump.

David Suzuki:
Yes. “Look how big I am. Look how high I rise.” But underneath, it’s the same story: forests gone, water poisoned, communities displaced. The island just got bigger.

G.I. Joe:
Easter Island ran out of trees. We’re running out of everything—soil, fish, patience. But the monuments keep going up.

David Suzuki:
Because we confuse growth with progress. The Moai didn’t feed people. Towers don’t either. They don’t clean air, don’t cool cities, don’t heal ecosystems. They just symbolize dominance.

G.I. Joe:
So we’re reenacting ecocide… with better marketing.

David Suzuki:
And worse consequences. The Rapa Nui were isolated. We’re global. There’s no other island to escape to.

G.I. Joe:
Funny thing—those Moai look solemn, almost ashamed.

David Suzuki:
I think they’re asking a question: Did you learn anything?
And so far, our answer is more concrete, more steel, more towers scraping the sky while the ground beneath us collapses.

G.I. Joe:
Maybe the real alpha move now isn’t owning a tower.

David Suzuki:
It’s knowing when to stop building monuments to yourself—and start repairing the living world that keeps you alive.

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Revolution in Babylon

Joe and Nelly: Babylon

Night. Toronto skyline flickers like a tired circuit board. Condos glow. Sirens echo far away. Joe and Nelly sit on a fire escape, guitars between them, the city breathing below.

JOE:
People don’t believe in the ballot anymore, Nel. They line up, they vote, and nothing changes. Rent goes up. Food shrinks. Hope gets shrink-flated. Babylon just… keeps humming.

NELLY:
Babylon always hums. That’s how it lulls people to sleep. You don’t smash it, Joe. You wake people up inside it.

JOE:
That’s what I’m trying to do. I don’t want Molotovs. I want microphones. I want a song that makes people put the bricks down and pick each other up. Like Lennon—Give Peace a Chance—but for now. For Canada. For people who feel the system stopped listening.

NELLY:
Careful with Lennon comparisons. They’ll say you’re naïve. Or dangerous. Or both.

JOE:
They already do. But listen—when people stop believing voting matters, they don’t stop wanting justice. They just look for another language. Music is still legal. Love is still legal. Babylon hates that because it can’t tax it.

NELLY (smiling):
You sound like Revelation without the fire. “Come out of her, my people”—but you’re saying come out of her mindset.

JOE:
Exactly. A peaceful exodus. Jubilee thinking. Debt of the soul forgiven first, then the rest follows. If people remember they’re neighbors again, not data points, Babylon loses its spell.

NELLY:
So what’s the revolution, John?

JOE:
We refuse the script. No red team, blue team theater. No savior politicians. We build parallel dignity—food co-ops, shared songs, mutual aid, truth told gently but clearly. We make cynicism uncool again.

NELLY:
That scares power more than riots. Riots justify crackdowns. Peaceful joy spreads.

JOE:
That’s the plan. Not “imagine no countries”—more like imagine no neighbors left behind. If enough people sing it, Babylon cracks—not from force, but from forgetting how to rule.

NELLY (picks up her guitar):
Then don’t preach. Write the chorus. Let it travel faster than policy papers.

JOE:
Okay. First line: “We tried the vote, now we try the vow—no one eats alone.”

NELLY:
That’ll do, Lennon. Let’s give Canada something to hum tomorrow morning.

They start to play. Below them, the city keeps humming—but softer now, like it’s listening. 🎶