I Need to Slap Someone!



               Are we really going to have to go through a long time of listening to Harper’s lies about how he’s going to make lives better for seasonal workers?  He hasn’t done so in the past, why would he now, suddenly do so in the future?

I may be sounding slightly on the subversive side of the fence, though I do see myself as something of an intelligent man: I.Q. higher than 50.  OK?  So just who are those people in the background?  Is he in Shanghai vacationing again?  That guy on your far left looks like he wants to take a shot at him! 

And Frankly, I Shirley haven’t heard such a load of Buffalo dung, since Harper campaigned during his first campaign!  Don’t believe a word of his scare tactics either, or his hypnotic ways of speaking!  The man is a subversive, mind controlling tyrant who has had his foot on the necks of the poor now for long enough I should say…  How about letting us be free again…

How About Trudeau?


All be it, this was the largest good quality picture I could get of Justin not picking his nose, or a flash from three inches away from his face etc..  I guess I’ve always been a Liberal at heart because they are more ‘liberal’ about helping the disabled: ME!!, eat next week! And are more about helping Canadians ( I find), than hording every penny’s worth of life blood that can possibly be sucked from our rapidly decaying bodies!

Personally, I don’t vote, because just watching an election campaign makes me break out in disgusting boils!  And I don’t think he’s too young.  And even if he was, he would help our youth, which is an investment in the future of this country (Nazi Germany!).  After all is said and done, they probably have the whole thing rigged already anyway.  Besides, even as Harper speaks, we are letting Refugees in across our borders.  And odds are, they’ll be set up with a better life than I’ve got, if you vote for Harper :O(  Anyway, I like Trudaeu’s ideas :O)


My Stinking Christmas

What?  No likes from my last post?  Did I go and burst your naive, little bubble there?  I do know that you wanted to hear all about St. Nick The Prick instead, followed up with so Ho Ho’s, but it just makes me feel like I’m talking to a bunch of four year olds…  It’s time to get back to Terrorist threats, greedy store bought pigs, and the foul, stench of human kind.

I see you Americans have another Bush who’s leading the polls for the 2016 election.  When are you going to learn that you control nothing?  They’ve turned the tables on all your protests BTW, and now emphasize the shooting of poor, innocent, heroic, friendly, Policemen.  There’s another big crock of bat poop for you to swallow…  Same poop, different day…  Here’s a picture of riots:


My Stinking Christmas

So Leslie’s burn-out son and his zombie wife showed up on schedule with their constantly screaming kid for whom they keep prisoner in his bassinet or by clinging onto him like two vultures on shift work.  I’d scream day and night too if I had them for parents.  The kid’s more of an inconvenience to them than anything else.  If you’d like to know how to raise a prize moron, they have the technique down pat. Leslie gave them the bassinet for Christmas BTW.  What a novel idea for an implement of torture…

I got a zero water filter that nobody else is interested in but me.  Leslie prefers her suicidal, nine cups of coffee a day, with four spoons of sugar per…  Of corpse, not to ‘spoil’ Christmas, I had to consume their fat turkey I’ve been avoiding all year, smothered with enough grease to keep a car running from here to Mexico.  My yule logs were too big to flush, and the only missile toe I enjoyed, was to kick the cat out the door!

Cleaning up their snobby messes every day, and the 600 pounds of garbage they produce, kept me jolly, while they forced baked goods, and cholesterol filled chocolate down my throat.  To say: ‘No.’ is to hurt their tender sensitivities and fill me with guilt for spoiling their demoniac festivities…  

Leslie gave me chocolate sitting here to rot, and socks, shampoo, and cream rinse…  No surprise there.  I could have bought that stuff myself.  The place was kept at a constant 140 degrees Fahrenheit for the sake of the baby of corpse! They must really think I’m as stupid as they are!   They filled the place with life saving cigarette and pot smoke, and left me with the flu…  It was only for 10 days, or 240 hours times 60 minutes, trying to hold my breath.  That was my Christmas. How was yours?  Guess I’ll get back to work…  You bore me anyway…