Then after five minutes of furious typing you say …
I’M IN
Indigenous Canadian from northern Ontario. Believe in equality, Indigenous rights, minority rights, LGBTQ+, women’s rights and do not support war of any kind.
Alt - [email protected]
Then after five minutes of furious typing you say …
I’M IN
Another added touch would be to park a big ugly motor home in the driveway
Reminds me of a math rhythm my older brother taught me when we were teens
You subtract the clothes
You add the bed
You divide the legs
And then you multiply


Why? … the US is basically exempt from anything and everything at this point
A good alternative would be …
penis.mightier


You got that right … now where’s the mustard?


The Klingon ship is decloaking!!! They’re in attack formation!!
Fire all sausages!!


Discovers a planet with a humanoid species that speaks Quebecois, it’s winter 80% of the time, the planet’s main dish is a fried vegetable tuber they cover in a cheese product and gravy. Everyone works in a cooperative union yet wars and rebellions still occur, they constantly fight one another yet host annual international celebratory gatherings that everyone freely joins into. And the women are beautiful, the men are masculine and handsome, yet the females head the military and the men dominate the cooking arts.
The sad part is that I’ve seen old friends do this to each other for decades … then got terribly sad at the funeral of the first friend that died.
Now I’m realizing I’m doing the same thing
:(


Turns around and sees a big fat man in a red suit … SANTA!!!


I ain’t
Reminds me of how proud I am to remember one of my uncles.
Some of my dad’s family went to St Anne’s Residential School in Fort Albany in northern Ontario in the 1950s … it’s famous as a very brutal institution that did terrible things. Dad had one older brother who was famous for being thrown out of the school and told to not return. He was very rebellious and constantly fought with everyone the entire time he was there. He was regularly beaten and punished when he was smaller and younger but he never stopped fighting back. He was a naturally strong and built young boy. When he turned 12, he was built like a full grown man and was known to punch out and beat any of the priests and brothers. They couldn’t handle him at one point, sent him home and just told him not to return.
My cousins in that family are some of the toughest, strongest most brutal people I know. I’m glad I’m related to them because anyone who ever crossed them on the street didn’t do so good.
This reminds me of one of my favourite memories this time of year - walking the streets of Lisbon, Portugal with my wife. We didn’t have much money (we never did) but it was always fun to travel to new places in the world and to explore it as much as we could. It was December, cold, wet, miserable which is why we were there … it’s the cheapest time of year to travel because no one wants to go somewhere where the weather is not so great. But on those cold walks at night, they have street vendors selling roasted chestnuts … we couldn’t believe it. We had only read about stuff like that and it was the most cozy feeling to huddle in the drafty cold while eating a warm handful of freshly roasted chestnuts next to the hot fire of the cart.
I had someone in the comments the other day give me a new response to this kind of question … I used to just answer ‘No, I’m not OK’
Now I respond with … ‘I will be’
They applied that same logic to Indian Residential Schools in Canada … but they weren’t trying to grow men … they just wanted to get rid of the Indian inside the Indian.
Always love that argument … they don’t want or they disagree with the idea of ‘equal rights’ … which logically means that they are in favour of or agree with the idea of ‘unequal rights’


I think he’s seen just about everything because he’s seen an elephant fly
And knowing America’s track record on electing dumb leaders …
It’s the worst president so far.