Fuck It. Steal it.

Do you actually want to change the trajectory of this country, or do you want to keep arguing about stupid shit?

Let me show you how we can start doing it for seven cents.

We have a silent crisis in this country.

Hundreds of thousands of families are getting their asses handed to them every single day caring for someone with dementia. And “getting their asses handed to them” is the polite version.

We are talking trauma. Daily trauma. The kind nobody wants to look at too closely because it means staring death, grief, guilt, exhaustion, and love straight in the face.

Anticipatory grief.

Look it up.

We opened up all these new avenues to talk about mental health. We made it less taboo. We made the posters. We made the hashtags. We told people it was okay not to be okay.

Then somehow, we left caregivers out of the conversation.

Because this version is too hard. Too slow. Too human. Too close to home.

And one of the most common risks associated with dementia is wandering. Around 60% of people living with dementia will wander at some point.

So what do we do?

We invent better mouse traps.

More bells. More whistles. More apps. More subscriptions. More alerts.

Hell, people are putting fake stickers of giant holes in front of doors to trick their loved ones into not leaving.

Loss of dignity much?

And those alerts?

Those are often just another blast of cortisol for the caregiver to absorb alone.

So how about the rest of us wake the fuck up?

How about we stop pretending this is only a family problem?

How about we make a simple social agreement:

If we see someone who looks lost, confused, or vulnerable, and they are wearing a little KinTag, we tap it and help get them home.

That’s it.

A seven-cent NFC sticker inside a 3D print.

No battery. No app. No tracking. No bullshit.

Just a tiny piece of plastic and the radical idea that neighbours should still act like neighbours.

We give more respect to keychains and barcodes than we do to people trying to get home.

And after we normalize helping each other, we take the next step.

These KinTags are made from PLA. A bioplastic. Corn-based. Yellow dent #2.

We grow that here.

For what this country spends arguing in circles, we could build real bioplastic sovereignty.

Yo, elbows-up crowd: fewer tariffs.

Yo, environmentalists: fewer giant ships dragging plastic crap across the ocean.

Yo, politicians: an actual plan that doesn’t require a 400-page report and a podium.

Then we take 3D printing technology and put it into the hands of young people.

Not another worksheet.

Not another “future of work” panel with six adults in blazers.

Actual tools.

Give young people agency to create their future.

Then leave them the fuck alone.

They’ll figure it out.

So recap:

We become bioplastic independent.

We look out for each other.

We bring caregivers into the mental health conversation.

We give young people tools instead of lectures.

Next.

Caring for someone with dementia is a bitch.

Not “oh that sounds hard” hard.

Hard hard.

The kind of hard where caregivers burn out, get isolated, lose themselves, and sometimes don’t outlive the person they are caring for.

And our institutional approach is poor.

We warehouse people. We wait until families are broken. Then we act surprised when the system is overwhelmed.

Dementia villages are a thing.

They are more humane. More beautiful. More grounded in dignity.

But even the boomers who won the housing lottery look at the cost and think twice.

So map the village concept onto Canada.

What does almost every city over 100,000 people have?

At least two golf courses.

If governments can kick farmers off their land for highways, maybe we can have one honest conversation about turning one golf course per city into something that actually serves the future.

Take the mature landscapes.

Take the fairways.

Line them with two-bedroom modular prefab homes.

Add shared care spaces.

Walking paths.

Community kitchens.

Gardens.

Day programs.

Room for spouses.

Room for grandkids.

Room for dignity.

Now you’ve got trades working.

Housing freeing up.

Care happening in community.

Elders being treated like humans instead of files.

And while we’re at it, let’s deal with youth unemployment.

Give young people three-year contracts building, maintaining, cooking, helping, learning trades, supporting care, running programs.

Then match their savings dollar-for-dollar toward a down payment on their first home.

Fuck.

Easy?

No.

Simple?

Yes.

Two years.

That’s what it would take to prove we are serious.

Two years to stop arguing about stupid shit and build something useful.

So I’ll ask again:

Do you actually want to change the trajectory of this country?

Or do you just want to keep yelling while the people holding everything together collapse quietly in the next room?