Canada and the Privileged LadyBy Truth SpeaksCanada watched her like a storm on a lake—drawn in by the noise, yet cautious of the damage. They called her privileged, polished, a leader. But Roy called her none of those things. He was blunt: no leader at all.She moved through rooms like a storm aware of the cameras—sharp smile, head tilted just

There is a story sitting in Washington State right now that any hungry lawyer or investigative journalist should be circling. It starts with a musician named Roy Dawson, a small town, and a long line of Canadian shadows that refuse to let him go.According to Dawson, one of his “groupies” from Canada—blonde hair, brown eyes, pretty enough to d