How’s that pale high-horse riding Canada? How’s the view up there with a cloud of flies circling your weary head? How do things smell in the golden upper stratosphere of first world rainbow righteousness? What’s that sound? It’s a family of immigrants sleeping in the cold, destined for the morgue. It’s a meth-head in your tooldshed setting himself on fire as he tries to keep warm. It’s a group of refugees who have never seen snow, falling through thin ice. Sounds like a depression turning to full-fledged recession as your zoftig finance minister tapdances on graves in her red stiletto heels. It looks like bare shelves at the grocery store. No tomatoes this week, no cucumbers, no eggplant – no pork! That’s a whole lot of basic nope on the menu for an affluent country.
When food isn’t missing it’s imported from fetid pools of fecal matter down south and now, it’s killing your people. Death by daycare lunch, death by granola bar, death by pimento loaf, death by cantaloupe. It’s the worst and sweetest death of all. The red Trudeau government “has always” and “will continue to” in perpetuity. With neurolinguistic programming at the forefront, they plan only to “always” and “continue to” forever as they “move forward”. Canadians, like chickens who fall asleep when their heads are buried under a wing, are too stupified by social media to smell the subtle repetitive hypnosis which has so pacified their punch-drunk hockey-addled minds. Repetition works baby! Repetition works!
The new ones aren’t promising much more as they lick their cracked chapped lips and imagine a future where all of Canada operates like Garrison Petawawa with a militarized focus on war. Mortgage lenders fap gently in the corner in anticipation of those unbridled military profits. Nothing much will change under Poillievre as this artificial country slowly goes to seed. Who will plant the new Canada? My money is on the criminal underworld. They’re better organized, better prepared and better suited for difficult decisions. They’ll soon open their own hospitals and grocery stores that never run low on pork. They’ll extinguish the next forest fires – for a price. You thought data ransom attacks were harsh – wait until you experience desperate homeless immigrants staffing the new world of pay-for-play extortion firefighting and invasive wild hog extermination.
