By that, I mean that every sentient object in the country knew what was unfolding. Typically, when one starts hearing rumours of something like this, it's ascribed to "chatter" on social media, or something to that effect, at which time you would think law enforcement would swing into action and start collecting "intel," or whatever they call it these days. But that's not even remotely what happened here.
Turns out The Man did not have to work very hard to collect all that intel, given that the Clownvoy did not make the slightest attempt to hide what they were doing; rather, they blasted it all over social media, posting pics and route maps and schedules, and linking to fundraisers, and on and on and on. Days before the occupation of Ottawa, the OPS knew what was coming, regular citizens knew what was coming ... Christ, the misshapen blobs my cat leaves in her litter box knew what was coming, and yet ... and yet ... the OPS did absolutely nothing in the way of preparation.
Given days to get their ducks in a row, the OPS made not the most minimal of preparations, and simply let the big rigs roll up to the Hill, park, and make themselves comfortable ... day after day after day whereupon, once the city was overwhelmed, Sloly came out with the thigh-suckingly moronic position that, hey, this was "unprecedented" and there was nothing he could do. And yet, it was only unprecedented because Sloly allowed it to become that way.
Given days and days of advance notice, the OPS could have trivially prepared for this, and nipped it in the bud. Instead, they let the first Nazi into the bar. And that's all it took. And when this is over, heads need to roll.
"Yeah, sure, let's go with that."
OH, LOOK ... here's what happens when you plan.