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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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Negative Interest Nelly

Nelly:
You know what always bothered me, Joe? Money that just… sits there. Like a dragon on a pile of gold. It doesn’t sing. It doesn’t move. It just watches people starve.

Joe:
That’s because modern money is afraid of time. It pretends it can live forever. But anything that refuses to circulate turns toxic. Blood. Water. Power. Money.

Nelly:
So you give it a clock.

Joe:
Exactly. A gentle one. Five percent. Not a punishment—more like gravity.
We call it demurrage… but Canadians need poetry.

Nelly (smiling):
Magna Canada.

Joe:
Like the Magna Carta, but for people who don’t own castles.
A negative interest miracle. Five percent a year, quietly erasing the weight on the poor.

Nelly:
So if you’re drowning in debt, time becomes your ally instead of your enemy.

Joe:
Yes. The poor finally get what the rich have always had: patience.
Their debts slowly dissolve, like snow in April.

Nelly:
And the rich?

Joe:
They discover something terrifying.
Money that refuses to be hoarded.

Nelly:
So they have to do something with it.

Joe:
Spend it. Build with it. Share it. Invest in people instead of locking it in vaults and offshore ghosts.

Nelly:
No more winning by doing nothing.

Joe:
That’s the real revolution.
Under Magna Canada, laziness isn’t profitable—creativity is.

Nelly:
It’s kind of biblical, isn’t it?
No usury. No endless compounding sin. Just… circulation.

Joe:
The Jubilee, rewritten in decimals.
Every year the system whispers: Use me, or lose me.

Nelly:
And nobody’s screaming “tax the rich.”

Joe:
Because it’s not a guillotine. It’s a clock.
Five percent saying: Money is a tool, not a throne.

Nelly:
I like that.
The miracle isn’t that the poor get richer.

Joe:
It’s that the rich finally remember money is supposed to move.

Nelly (softly):
Magna Canada.
A country where time heals debt instead of sharpening it.

Joe:
Where wealth circulates like a song—
and no one’s punished for being born without a chorus.

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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. 🎶