On July 4th, I packed my car, my cat, and what was left of my courage, and crossed into Canada. I left behind a country unraveling under narcissism, religious extremism, and systemic rot. I’ve fought this battle before in my personal life, and I recognize the pattern: the frog doesn’t know it’s boiling until it’s too late.

Survival isn’t just endurance. It’s finding meaning in suffering, savoring small joys, and knowing when to fight—and when to walk away. Some will resist through nonviolent action and collective courage. Others, like me, will leave—seeking safer ground and a chance to live with dignity.

Either path takes strength. Either path takes strategy. The only way to win is to stop playing by their rules.