In a land vast and free, where the maple leaf flies, A woman rose boldly beneath open skies. Kim Campbell her name, with courage and grace, She etched her own mark in the political race.
A trail she blazed, where few dared to tread, In a nation of promise where ideas are spread. As Canada’s leader, she held history’s weight, Though fleeting her time, her role was still great.
From law to defense, she answered the call, A pioneer spirit admired by all. She shattered the ceiling, a symbol of might, A beacon of progress, a spark in the night.
Though brief was her reign, her legacy grew, A testament to strength, to dreams breaking through. Kim Campbell, a name carved in time, A part of the story, a rhythm, a rhyme.
The Revelation Dinner: Joe, Nelly, Taylor, and Travis
It was a cool autumn evening in Toronto, and Joe Jukic and Nelly Furtado had invited Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce over for dinner. The gathering was casual, yet the air was charged with a sense of connection and shared curiosity. Over plates of roasted salmon and kale salad, the conversation meandered from music to sports to deeper topics.
As the group settled into the cozy living room, Taylor leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. “Joe, Nelly mentioned you’ve been studying Revelation. She said you have a fascinating theory about the beast. I’d love to hear it.”
Joe glanced at Nelly, who nodded encouragingly. “Alright,” he began, “but buckle up. This might blow your mind.”
The Beast and the Russian Bear
Joe’s voice took on a storyteller’s cadence as he began. “You know Revelation 13 talks about a beast rising out of the sea, with seven heads and ten horns, and how it receives a deadly wound but then heals?”
Taylor nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. Travis leaned back, intrigued but skeptical.
“Well,” Joe continued, “I think that beast could represent the Soviet Union—the Russian bear. Think about it: an empire that rose to immense power, suffered catastrophic wounds, but kept coming back stronger.”
Travis raised an eyebrow. “Okay, but what makes you think it’s the Soviet Union?”
Joe gestured for emphasis. “History, my friend. Napoleon invaded Russia in 1812, killing over 200,000 Russians. It was a devastating blow, but Russia survived. Fast forward to World War II—Hitler’s invasion. The Soviet Union lost 27 million people. Twenty-seven million! Entire cities were destroyed, families wiped out. It was a wound that should have ended them.”
Taylor gasped softly. “But it didn’t.”
“Exactly,” Joe said. “Not only did they survive, but they became a global superpower during the Cold War. That’s the deadly wound that was healed. The Soviet Union didn’t just recover—it dominated.”
Nelly’s Perspective
Nelly chimed in, her voice thoughtful. “And it’s not just about the numbers. The Soviet Union’s influence was like a shadow over the world. Communism spread across continents, and people either feared it or revered it. It was almost… worshipped, in a way. Doesn’t Revelation talk about people worshipping the beast?”
Joe nodded. “It does. And even after the Soviet Union collapsed in 1991, Russia—the heart of the beast—remains a powerful force. Its influence, its legacy, it’s all still there. The beast’s wound was healed, and it’s still prowling.”
Taylor’s Revelation
Taylor sat back, her mind racing. “This is incredible. I’ve always thought of Revelation as symbolic, but this… this makes it feel so real. The idea that history could fulfill prophecy in such a way—it’s chilling and awe-inspiring.”
Travis, still processing, scratched his chin. “So, what does that mean for us? If the beast is still out there, are we living in the middle of the story?”
Joe shrugged. “Maybe. The beast could be more than just one empire. It could be a pattern—a warning about the cycles of power and destruction in human history. Empires rise, they fall, they leave scars, but they always seem to come back in some form.”
The Power of Understanding
Nelly smiled at Taylor and Travis. “The important thing is to stay aware. History isn’t just something that happened—it’s something that keeps happening. Understanding it helps us make better choices in the present.”
Taylor leaned forward, her voice soft but resolute. “I feel like this is a song waiting to happen. A story about resilience, about scars and healing, about the power and danger of empires. Maybe I’ll call it ‘The Wounded Beast.’”
Travis chuckled. “And I’ll make sure it’s the first thing played in the Chiefs’ locker room.”
Joe raised his glass. “To understanding the past, so we can shape the future.”
The four clinked their glasses, their conversation a reminder of how stories—whether from ancient texts or modern history—have the power to connect, inspire, and illuminate the world around us.
