If you’ve been following my blog for a long time (or a short time), you know that I am no fan of The Gays and their Agenda for equal rights guaranteed by the Constitution. Their orientation is as unnatural as contortion and you wouldn’t let contortionists vote, would you?
However, I had been reconsidering my opinion. Who are we to keep equal rights from people whose sexual orientation or gender identity differ from our own? When all is done and told, don’t we all just die in the end anyways? Who really cares if a couple of guys, or girls, or transgenders marry one another?
It turns out that I care. After studying thousands of pictures of men, watching hundreds of hours of gay pornography video and visiting several dozen antique stores and bondage shops (sadly, only one store offered both), I have come to the conclusion that gayness is a terrible thing and that we should do everything in our power to keep it to ourselves. The fact that people are gay. Keep that to ourselves. Because we don’t want our children to know that there are The Gays.
I think it’s great that the Conservative government of Canada has single handedly blocked listing asbestos as a dangerous chemical.
We Canadians have been well respected and loved the world over for our level-headed thinking and for being at the forefront of international movements regarding health, peace and the environment. I think it’s about time we start tarnishing that image, don’t you?
Being the Golden Child is a lot of hard work and dedication and for what? For respect? Who gives a holy hell about respect? Not us! Not anymore!
Also, if we didn’t block this from passing, what would we do with all the asbestos we ship overseas to developing countries? We can’t use it here because we banned the use of it decades ago; that shit is dangerous.
Despite what you may have heard otherwise, I am a stand-up citizen who hasn’t been charged with anything in a while. My neighbour Gary was charged with murder once when I stole a body from the university’s science department and buried it in his yard as an April Fools Joke. He was released after a while but now he doesn’t really leave the house and has started drinking pretty heavily. Get it together, Gary!
Like I said I am a good guy looking for someone to live with and do all the things that healthy couples do. Like take pottery lessons and watch gay pornography to make sure none of my nephew’s teachers are in them.
I have an ex-wife, Susan, who is a total psycho. “Respect the court order” this and “I can see you in that shrub” that. What a nut-job! But don’t worry about her, I’m strong and brave and totally never cry when we watch sad movies like Milton’s Dollar Baby by Clint Eastwood
I think it’s great that the Canadian Government is eliminating 700 public sector jobs while simultaneously spending 9 billion dollars on fighter jets and 13 billion dollars on mega prisons.
I mean, why continue to employ those 700 people whose life work is dedicated to serving their country when you can build big shiny jails? Odds are we’re going to need those jails when the 700 people we’re firing, as well as the rest of the people who are unemployed right now, can’t afford to feed their families.
Hooray for the Harper government! Hooray for building jails during a decline in the crime rate! Hooray for buying toys whose only purpose is to kill! Hooray for firing people during high unemployment!
I take comfort in knowing that Stephen Harper has the Canadian people’s best interests in mind.
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Living Alone is my new blog chronicling my life in my apartment! Because when you have writer’s block and are unmotivated to regularly update your main blog, the best thing to do is to start an entirely new blog!
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My father and I have a pretty unique Father’s Day tradition. Every year on Father’s Day I send him a necktie and pretend to still love him and he phones to thank me for the necktie and pretends to not be disappointed in me.
The call usually goes OK until I suggest he hang himself with the necktie I sent him and, in return, he threatens to come to my house and murder me.