Dear England: Are you off your meds? Your Canadian cousin is concerned.

A letter from a very, very concerned relative who remembers Churchill, Mill, and Magna Carta — and now sees you arresting pensioners for saying “muppet.”

If you believe in free speech—not the bumper sticker, but the unruly, rabid mongrel that snarls at polite society—then you can help keep it alive here. Every paid subscription buys me time to write without kowtowing to the kind of people who think “problematic” is an argument. And lawyers and bureaucrats have already tried to shut it down.

I said no, and they went away.

It’s five dollars a month. Canadian dollars. Which means it’s even less than you think—practically pocket lint if you’re south of the border. For that, you’ll get at least three heretical essays a week, plus open comments (the sort of thing legacy outlets treat like anthrax).

People always say, “Oh, it’s just a cup of coffee.” True. But when you get to the Substack counter, please pick my coffee. I guarantee it’s cheaper than Starbucks, and it comes spiked with the bitterness of reality—foam-free, censorship-free, and worth every loonie. Cheers.

Dear England,

All my relatives on one side come from you. My grandfather fought…