Another awesome day in the Fight for Freedom
I sit here in my Archie Chair after a hot bath, mulling over the day.
It was great. Bright, happy people everywhere, all too ready to share their smiles with us. Hopeful for the first time in whenever. Flags... I mean flags everywhere. Nationalism has found its mindspring in the Convoy for Freedom. The yells of "FREEDOM!" punctuated the air, and high fives, fist bumps, and hugs abounded.
Yes: HUGS! Thanks to the Convoy for Freedom, wonderful, life and love affirming hugs have returned to Canada and Canadians. Nothing verifies one's worth to another like a hug, nor does anything else draw people together in mind and spirit like a hug. It is a physical Stamp of Approval. Trudeau and his ilk tried to steal that from us. We are taking the unifying act of hugging BACK, and he must be looking like a Grinch with rabies now for that act of utter defiance against him, and love toward each other.
People know better than to believe the fear mongering anymore. Trudeau has lost that battle now for sure. Some will never wake up, but the ones on the fence almost definitely have. His BS narrative has crumbled like a carbon archway. He can throw all the temper tantrums he wants, and apply his stupid dramatic pauses in his speeches to try to give them more effect, and we just plain don't give a shite. Nothing he says about us has any effect but to galvanize and coalesce us together even further in our combined will to get rid of the disgusting scourge of his presence in our magnificent Parliament buildings. He is a blight on our history; he desecrates almost beyond salvation every building he steps foot in. That... man... is a crap stain on our culture. If a real Canadian Patriot accidentally ingests poison and all else fails, show them a picture of that filthy scum and they'll throw up everything down to their toe nails.
I wish cancel culture would cancel Trudeau. Nobody is more deserving of it than him.
For all our warning years ago about electing such a preening, pompous fool, you did anyway, and this is what we got. Yeah, a drama teacher, and not much of a one at that. Thanks a bunch. If you voted for him, maybe we can find in our hearts to forgive you - IF you join us in the fight now to get rid of him. It's been pretty darn hard to find anyone who will actually admit to voting for that sickening embarrassment, but we know you have to be out there. The first election was genuine. This last one? Any one of my cats had a better chance of winning, but there is Doofus nevertheless.
What he hasn't sold out to China or his BDSM master Schwab, he has wrecked beyond measure. There is nothing redeemable about the man, not even his version of manhood. If you ever saw him trying to drive a nail you'd know his testosterone level is a little shy of the mark. Like miles. Probably around the level of a 9 year old girl.
Sorry, but I have nothing but contempt for the clown. Nothing brings out foul feelings in me like the thought of anything to do with that sellout, traitor, turncoat, and coward. My wife warns me about my wishes for him as they run counter to a Christian's outlook, but I can't get past it. I can't. I just can't. The only gracious emotion I can find in my heart for him is pity for the bent in the head moron he really is. Moronity you can forgive. Stark raving madness you can forgive. But evil is evil and he is evil and evil is him and that is where I draw the justification for my detestation of him from. The evil that he personifies is not to be loved and I sure don't. Hell is waiting for Justin Pissant Trudeau with a gaping mouth.
If we are to honest with ourselves, there are many more like him. Not as stupid, mind you, but, his misplaced vanity aside, probably just about as evil. That knotted up little shrew Freeland comes to mind. Whatever that freak Tam actually is is over-qualified in depth of evil as well. Butts is for sure another. It's written all over him. Watson has revealed himself to be right down there in their league as well. And Sloly also. Kenney has used vague and truth-elusive language all of his own. And Fordeau seemingly will do anything not to elicit a temper tantrum out of Sockboy. They, and many more, are being extruded into the light and open air like pus out of a festering sore.
Where does the evil stop? I don't know. Michelle Rempelle pretends to be a thorn in the Turnip's side, but she has never stopped pushing the 'vaccine' for one second. So she is just the counterpoint of this point/counterpoint of all of the political theater that the the W.H.O., the U.N., and the W.E.F. all oversee and rule with a collective iron fist. Beware of wolves in sheeps clothing.
How deep does it all go? I wish I knew. It doesn't stop with Sparklesocks, that's for darn sure. It only begins with him. He's the proverbial tip of the iceberg. Well-meaning good guys get turfed hard and fast. The old money club they have attempted to join figures them out quick and irrevocably scandalizes them out of its ranks in very short order. Nobody gets to rattle their cage from the inside, and rattling from the outside never seems to amount to much. Well, not until now, that is. The Convoy is shaking them all like a terrier worrying a rat, and for good reason.
We're sick of the corruption. We're sick of the lies. We're sick of the greased palms and greasier backs. So many have to go. Today's numbers that I heard ran between 50 and 100 percent. That's a pretty depressing outlook. If we could bring a few to justice - just a few - then maybe the rest would learn a lesson from it and try not to wind up in the same fate. I don't mean avoid getting caught; I mean avoid their predecessors behaviour altogether and turn over a new leaf of transparency and accountability. What a wonderful thing that would be.
We've got a long road ahead of us, Patriots. It's steep and stony, but we're up to it. I believe in you!
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