When the livestream of yesterday's Freedom Convoy in Ottawa began with the view of two Canadians basking in an inflatable hot tub, giving an interview to the media through billows of steam, that's when I knew it was gonna be a good day in Ottawa and indeed it was!

But if stripping off to your knickers in 34°F with a flag-stiffening gale in front of 2.3 million partying Canadians isn't your thang, they also had two wood-fired saunas quietly steaming at Coventry. Nothing like all the comforts of home during a #FreedomConvoy!

All this just to return to the normalcy of 2019. The mind reels!

If they could dance, walk, roll or crawl, Canadians came to Ottawa on Saturday and, for once, the City of Ottawa played a proper host by plowing and salting the streets and switching on the Christmas lights.

Grandparents in wheelchairs were pushed or rolled under their own steam, damned if they'd miss out on this once-in-a-lifetime celebration of Freedom.

Babies in strollers came too. Tikes so mummified against the cold their elbows and knees couldn't bend rode on shoulders or in wagons.

Anyhow and everyhow an estimated (and possibly exaggerated) 3 million Canadians came to reclaim and celebrate their God-given Freedom. They wouldn't have missed this 1776 event for the world!

Just for perspective, if 3 million is true, that's 1 million more people than attended the 9-day Great Minnesota Get-Together (State Fair) in 2019.

But as one of the many YouTube livestreamers with frozen gimbals observed casually, "When you stop moving, it gets a little chilly" and so the Canadians moved..and move...and grooved!

They were constantly on the move, walking from stage to stage. Walking down the side streets. Playing pick-up hockey games. Joining impromptu dance parties hosted by fellow Freedom-lovers who'd brought their personal sound systems from home.

One lady whose ancestors immigrated from Jamaica to Canada for freedom brought her own amplification system so she could share her story of being the only employee in her company unjabbed to the passing crowd. (It's not a "vaccine.") Her voice trembled with emotion as she related how her Facebook friends are disappearing but it wasn't until the truckers' convoy that she finally found the courage to speak out, to the cheers and encouragement of the crowd.

Down the road, one 3-year-old bundled to the eyebrows in a chartreuse snowsuit watched the adults dancing around her and then, carefully, joined in. Stiff right kick...stick left kick...stiff right kick...stiff left kick. For the kids, there were hay bales, colorful building blocks and yes! the ubiquitous Bouncy Castle of Insurrection was there well. Everyone knows you can't have a proper "Insurrection" without a bouncy castle! LOL

The joy was palpable and those ugly wallflowers, Trudeau and the Evil Powers That Be, were grinding their teeth in frustration. Evil relies on inspiring anger in its victims. Therein lies its power. It hasn't the foggiest idea how to manipulate a joyful, laughing, dancing crowd shooting off fireworks and greeting perfect strangers with a bellow of "FREEDOM!" and a hug.

Each contributed what he had to give. Many people brought their dogs who reveled in all the attention. Someone wore a Gumby costume over their warm clothes while a man on stilts towered precariously over everyone.

A Romanian trucker was handed an envelope containing $10,000. (How d'ya like that, GoFundMe, ya jackasses!) Another came home to his truck only to  find the truck step piled with thank you cards, fresh flowers, plush toys, small gifts.

One awesome drummer set-up his drum set down a side street and played his heart out while another sheltered from the wind in a recessed window and accompanied the banks of speakers blasting, "Stand up for your rights" on a set of spoons.

Of course, there were bongo players, harmonica players, a kick-ass fiddler (much better than me!) slaying the Orange Blossom Special and...did I hear bagpipes!?! My Mama always told me, "Don't chase boys" but if a man plays bagpipes, hell yeah, I'm chasing him down dragging my husband with me! LOL

But it wasn't all frolic and frivolity. In the midst of the celebration, not one reveler forget why they were there, the price their ancestors paid for Freedom and the price the truckers are paying now.

As you recall, as soon as the convoy arrived in town, the government slapped them across the face by placing a chain-link fence around the National War Memorial which looms over the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. As if people desperate for Freedom would deface the monument honoring those who fought for Freedom in the past!

Yesterday, Canadian veterans carefully disassembled each section of the fence, carried them to the side and stacked them neatly out of the way. But if you're Rachel Maddow of the legacy MSM, undoubtedly you'd claim, "The vets tore down the fences and hurled them..." blah, blah, blah.

Then they assembled on the steps, recited The Lord's Prayer in unison, wiped away their tears during a benediction and then sang O Canada. See for yourself!

A crowd that large requires a lot of vittles but,  just as my friend observed last weekend, all the food/drink was free and no one was greedy. Watching the livestreams, the kitchens didn't appear to be slammed so I suspect most visitors brought lunch in their backpacks so they didn't take food from the truckers' mouths.

The Tim Horton restaurant was slammed with mask-free hungry patriots and the other eateries, such as Starbucks, were idiotic for not opening. If they whine about losing billions, it's their own fault. They could have gotten provisions, opened their doors and had their best day ever, but as we've noticed, Libtards would rather lose money and cut off their noses to spite their own faces. Sucks to be them. 

From 1,779 miles away, I watched in delight as many YouTubers trudged the streets of Ottawa, sometimes for six or seven hours straight, determined not to miss a moment of history in the making. From 8:30 yesterday morning until AlkaSeltzer knocked me out around 2 a.m. this morning, I trudged up hill and down dale with them, well, via YouTube. There were so many livestreamers, they kept running into each other and  politely plugging each other's YT channels.

When you've spent seventeen hours with a livestreamer, you begin to know him intimately, especially the state of his bladder and bowels. LOL None of them were fans of the port-o-potties. Let's face it. Real estate and taking a crap having one big thing in common: location, location, location. ;)

But they also caught some wonderful moments. Steam billowing from the many kitchens as hot soup, hot chocolate and hot coffee (with a drop of something extra if you wanted it) kept the crowd grooving. One of the YouTubers stumbled on an impromptu group chanting:

Another noticed an ambulance (cherries and berries, no siren) in a line of slow cruising cars and instantly began yelling and directing traffic, his heroism caught in realtime on his YouTube feed. As it turns out, the ambulance was merely trying to park near other EMS vehicles but that YouTuber was a hero nonetheless.

And speaking of police, where were they!?! Someone commented police were, "All over the place" but I hardly noticed any. The only arrest to my knowledge was of a colossal asshat who attacked a young teenage girl and tried to rip the flag from her hands. The only other police presence were three officers watching over a wailing wee one who'd fallen or something and was being patched back together by her father.

Perhaps the most important speech of the weekend was delivered by Former Newfoundland Premier Brian Peckford (79), the only living signer of the 1982 Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms. (For us Americans that's like the Canadian version of our Bill of Rights.) He made it crystal clear that four specific criteria must be met for a real insurrection and the (very legal) Freedom Convoy meets none of those criteria! (Americans:  So why was J6 called an "insurrection"? Has anyone researched or clarified that term for us? FUN FACT: None of the tortured J6 political prisoners have been charged with "insurrection" because there wasn't one. There was only Antifa and Pelosi's Capitol Police Brown Shirts wreaking havoc.)

Even at 2 a.m. as the late-late party gathered around the DJ and languidly kept a blue beachball bouncing, the street was clean. No bottles, no cans, not even a dropped kleenex. But the garbage bags tied every 25 feet were full!

This morning, the convoy woke up and the party started all over again. Sheesh! Canadians are made of some pretty stern stuff!

Last night's garbage bags were tied up and toted away in wagons and trucks while sausages sizzled and pancakes bubbled on a long row of griddles.

And the YouTubers hit the streets again, bless them. From Wales to New Zealand, from Aruba to right here in Gonvick, thank you for letting us be there with you in Ottawa!

Breakfast was followed by a bi-racial, bi-lingual church service. I'm sorry, Trudeau, you were saying what about racism!?!

And so we commence Week 3 of our True North Brothers and Sisters dancing, singing and jake braking their way to Freedom. Maybe I live a tame existance but it definitely ranks in the top five most exciting events of my life: getting married, honeymooning, President Trump winning the Presidency (twice!!!) and now the Freedom Convoys. Woot-woot! What a time to be alive!

Thank you again, Canada, for showing us how it's done.  Brian Brase, the coordinator of the American convoys, says he's learned a lot from your trials and tribulations. Thank you for blazing the trail and weathering the pitfalls with grace along the way.

Stay strong! Stay peaceful! Know that, as my friend Lois wrote today, you are constantly in the prayers of the entire world!