🇨🇦🍁True Canadian 🍁🇨🇦
@canadian-capt.bsky.social
True Canadian. Defender of freedom, democracy, and truth.
Because an informed people are an unbreakable people.
The True North. 🍁
🍁 Strong and free.
We never back down.
Ever.
🍁We are the strength in the Storm.
Always.
🍁This is my Canada 🍁
Because an informed people are an unbreakable people.
The True North. 🍁
🍁 Strong and free.
We never back down.
Ever.
🍁We are the strength in the Storm.
Always.
🍁This is my Canada 🍁
Turn up the spite, break the rules, humiliate your own — and they cave every time.
This moment is even worse than Susan Collins’
“I think he’s learned his lesson.”
Because now it’s clear — he never had to learn one.
Shame on them
This moment is even worse than Susan Collins’
“I think he’s learned his lesson.”
Because now it’s clear — he never had to learn one.
Shame on them
November 10, 2025 at 4:23 PM
Turn up the spite, break the rules, humiliate your own — and they cave every time.
This moment is even worse than Susan Collins’
“I think he’s learned his lesson.”
Because now it’s clear — he never had to learn one.
Shame on them
This moment is even worse than Susan Collins’
“I think he’s learned his lesson.”
Because now it’s clear — he never had to learn one.
Shame on them
And every November 10, as the gales return, so do the memories.
The lake, as they say, never gives up her dead.
But we remember them — because that’s what we do when the living owe the brave.
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#EdmundFitzgerald #GreatLakes #CanadianHistory #MaritimeHeritage #LestWeForget #WeAreHoldingOurOwn
The lake, as they say, never gives up her dead.
But we remember them — because that’s what we do when the living owe the brave.
⚓️🇨🇦
#EdmundFitzgerald #GreatLakes #CanadianHistory #MaritimeHeritage #LestWeForget #WeAreHoldingOurOwn
November 10, 2025 at 1:09 PM
And every November 10, as the gales return, so do the memories.
The lake, as they say, never gives up her dead.
But we remember them — because that’s what we do when the living owe the brave.
⚓️🇨🇦
#EdmundFitzgerald #GreatLakes #CanadianHistory #MaritimeHeritage #LestWeForget #WeAreHoldingOurOwn
The lake, as they say, never gives up her dead.
But we remember them — because that’s what we do when the living owe the brave.
⚓️🇨🇦
#EdmundFitzgerald #GreatLakes #CanadianHistory #MaritimeHeritage #LestWeForget #WeAreHoldingOurOwn
We remember them not only for how they died, but for how they lived.
They hauled iron through ice and wind, keeping industry moving, keeping the lights on while the world stayed warm ashore.
They hauled iron through ice and wind, keeping industry moving, keeping the lights on while the world stayed warm ashore.
November 10, 2025 at 1:09 PM
We remember them not only for how they died, but for how they lived.
They hauled iron through ice and wind, keeping industry moving, keeping the lights on while the world stayed warm ashore.
They hauled iron through ice and wind, keeping industry moving, keeping the lights on while the world stayed warm ashore.
But before that silence, Captain McSorley’s last words cut through the static:
“We are holding our own.”
And they did — right to the end.
Twenty-nine men.
Fathers, sons, friends. All vanished beneath a storm so fierce it still echoes through Great Lakes towns nearly fifty years later.
“We are holding our own.”
And they did — right to the end.
Twenty-nine men.
Fathers, sons, friends. All vanished beneath a storm so fierce it still echoes through Great Lakes towns nearly fifty years later.
November 10, 2025 at 1:09 PM
But before that silence, Captain McSorley’s last words cut through the static:
“We are holding our own.”
And they did — right to the end.
Twenty-nine men.
Fathers, sons, friends. All vanished beneath a storm so fierce it still echoes through Great Lakes towns nearly fifty years later.
“We are holding our own.”
And they did — right to the end.
Twenty-nine men.
Fathers, sons, friends. All vanished beneath a storm so fierce it still echoes through Great Lakes towns nearly fifty years later.
At 7:10 p.m., she disappeared from the radar of her escort, the Arthur M. Anderson.
No distress call. No flare. Only silence and cold water.
No distress call. No flare. Only silence and cold water.
November 10, 2025 at 1:09 PM
At 7:10 p.m., she disappeared from the radar of her escort, the Arthur M. Anderson.
No distress call. No flare. Only silence and cold water.
No distress call. No flare. Only silence and cold water.
Winds screamed past 60 knots, waves climbed 25 feet and higher, and snow squalls turned the horizon into a wall of white.
The Fitzgerald’s radar failed, her vents flooded, and her final transmissions grew tense and brief.
The Fitzgerald’s radar failed, her vents flooded, and her final transmissions grew tense and brief.
November 10, 2025 at 1:08 PM
Winds screamed past 60 knots, waves climbed 25 feet and higher, and snow squalls turned the horizon into a wall of white.
The Fitzgerald’s radar failed, her vents flooded, and her final transmissions grew tense and brief.
The Fitzgerald’s radar failed, her vents flooded, and her final transmissions grew tense and brief.
Twenty-nine men fathers, sons, friends.
All vanished beneath a storm so fierce it still echoes through Great Lakes towns nearly fifty years later.
We remember them not for how they died, but for how they lived.
All vanished beneath a storm so fierce it still echoes through Great Lakes towns nearly fifty years later.
We remember them not for how they died, but for how they lived.
November 10, 2025 at 12:54 PM
Twenty-nine men fathers, sons, friends.
All vanished beneath a storm so fierce it still echoes through Great Lakes towns nearly fifty years later.
We remember them not for how they died, but for how they lived.
All vanished beneath a storm so fierce it still echoes through Great Lakes towns nearly fifty years later.
We remember them not for how they died, but for how they lived.
We can’t control every storm, but we can choose how we carry ourselves through it.
Steady. Honest. Proud.
Let’s make it a solid day. 🍁
Steady. Honest. Proud.
Let’s make it a solid day. 🍁
November 10, 2025 at 12:47 PM
We can’t control every storm, but we can choose how we carry ourselves through it.
Steady. Honest. Proud.
Let’s make it a solid day. 🍁
Steady. Honest. Proud.
Let’s make it a solid day. 🍁
A teacher, a diplomat, and a builder — who helped Canada connect to the world, one lock at a time.
November 8, 2025 at 7:03 PM
A teacher, a diplomat, and a builder — who helped Canada connect to the world, one lock at a time.
But every grain shipment, every freighter, every sailor who calls the Great Lakes “the inland seas” owes a quiet debt to a man who wouldn’t stop digging — literally or diplomatically.
Hugh L. Keenleyside.
Hugh L. Keenleyside.
November 8, 2025 at 7:03 PM
But every grain shipment, every freighter, every sailor who calls the Great Lakes “the inland seas” owes a quiet debt to a man who wouldn’t stop digging — literally or diplomatically.
Hugh L. Keenleyside.
Hugh L. Keenleyside.
When reporters asked how he’d managed it, Keenleyside simply said:
“We were building more than a canal. We were building confidence in ourselves.”
Today, most ships that pass through the locks never see his name.
“We were building more than a canal. We were building confidence in ourselves.”
Today, most ships that pass through the locks never see his name.
November 8, 2025 at 7:03 PM
When reporters asked how he’d managed it, Keenleyside simply said:
“We were building more than a canal. We were building confidence in ourselves.”
Today, most ships that pass through the locks never see his name.
“We were building more than a canal. We were building confidence in ourselves.”
Today, most ships that pass through the locks never see his name.
By 1959, the St. Lawrence Seaway opened — 3,700 kilometres of navigable water linking Duluth, Minnesota to the Atlantic Ocean.
It remains one of the greatest binational engineering feats in history.
It remains one of the greatest binational engineering feats in history.
November 8, 2025 at 7:03 PM
By 1959, the St. Lawrence Seaway opened — 3,700 kilometres of navigable water linking Duluth, Minnesota to the Atlantic Ocean.
It remains one of the greatest binational engineering feats in history.
It remains one of the greatest binational engineering feats in history.
Through years of negotiation and planning, he helped forge the partnership that finally broke ground in 1954.
November 8, 2025 at 7:03 PM
Through years of negotiation and planning, he helped forge the partnership that finally broke ground in 1954.
Most said the Seaway couldn’t be done. The engineering was staggering; the politics even worse.
But Keenleyside had that uniquely Canadian gift — the stubborn optimism that turns impossible into inevitable.
But Keenleyside had that uniquely Canadian gift — the stubborn optimism that turns impossible into inevitable.
November 8, 2025 at 7:03 PM
Most said the Seaway couldn’t be done. The engineering was staggering; the politics even worse.
But Keenleyside had that uniquely Canadian gift — the stubborn optimism that turns impossible into inevitable.
But Keenleyside had that uniquely Canadian gift — the stubborn optimism that turns impossible into inevitable.
Keenleyside had already represented Canada at the United Nations and helped shape the new post-war world.
But when he looked at the map of his own country, he saw something missing — a way to move prairie wheat, northern ore, and Ontario steel straight to the sea under our own flag.
But when he looked at the map of his own country, he saw something missing — a way to move prairie wheat, northern ore, and Ontario steel straight to the sea under our own flag.
November 8, 2025 at 7:03 PM
Keenleyside had already represented Canada at the United Nations and helped shape the new post-war world.
But when he looked at the map of his own country, he saw something missing — a way to move prairie wheat, northern ore, and Ontario steel straight to the sea under our own flag.
But when he looked at the map of his own country, he saw something missing — a way to move prairie wheat, northern ore, and Ontario steel straight to the sea under our own flag.
It was the early 1950s. Canada and the United States had dreamed for decades about opening a deep-water route from the Great Lakes to the Atlantic Ocean — but talk always ran aground on politics, cost, and fear.
Then came a quiet diplomat from British Columbia: Hugh Llewellyn Keenleyside.
Then came a quiet diplomat from British Columbia: Hugh Llewellyn Keenleyside.
November 8, 2025 at 7:03 PM
It was the early 1950s. Canada and the United States had dreamed for decades about opening a deep-water route from the Great Lakes to the Atlantic Ocean — but talk always ran aground on politics, cost, and fear.
Then came a quiet diplomat from British Columbia: Hugh Llewellyn Keenleyside.
Then came a quiet diplomat from British Columbia: Hugh Llewellyn Keenleyside.
Making positive posts is my way of showing there’s a better path.
We can always choose to build something better.
🍁
We can always choose to build something better.
🍁
November 8, 2025 at 4:27 PM
Making positive posts is my way of showing there’s a better path.
We can always choose to build something better.
🍁
We can always choose to build something better.
🍁
I’d like to think the majority of us aren’t how you describe.
I'm pretty confident in that.
Of course Canada has its flaws, no question. But I truly believe most of us are trying to move forward, not backward.
I'm pretty confident in that.
Of course Canada has its flaws, no question. But I truly believe most of us are trying to move forward, not backward.
November 8, 2025 at 4:25 PM
I’d like to think the majority of us aren’t how you describe.
I'm pretty confident in that.
Of course Canada has its flaws, no question. But I truly believe most of us are trying to move forward, not backward.
I'm pretty confident in that.
Of course Canada has its flaws, no question. But I truly believe most of us are trying to move forward, not backward.
So let's change it
Let's evolve
Let's evolve
November 8, 2025 at 4:16 PM
So let's change it
Let's evolve
Let's evolve
I suppose it brings out the worst in some.
Not me.
But thanks for the rain
Not me.
But thanks for the rain
November 8, 2025 at 3:38 PM
I suppose it brings out the worst in some.
Not me.
But thanks for the rain
Not me.
But thanks for the rain