There is no way the translation for this is accurate. Europeans are all politically correct and filled with love for refugees. Obviously this is propaganda.
I burst into tears. The poor refugees!
Yeah, sure, my racist, rapist, oozing white privilege wanna be plantation owner (with slaves) co-workers were having a white privilege sausage squeeze-fest over some articles in the corporate media about some ‘baby fight club’ article. One of my sadist co-workers was at the point of tears during the discussion about the case. I wanted to strangle her for her white privilege, the honky bitch. Obviously, this story is just some sort of cover to protect Donald Trump from the critical eye of the progressive media. And, and I mean and, let us face it, ‘baby fight club’ is a racist weasel phrase designed to appropriate foreign cultural practice and vilify them.
Other cultures celebrate conflict between children, and, unlike the dominant racist patriarchy which oppresses us all here, encourages it. I nearly vomited listening to all the white privilege. Racist scum. After lunch, I denounced them all to human resources, using the confidential snitch line. How dare they impose their hate filled culture of institutional racism!
When I got home, I went down to the basement where I keep a few undocumented-Canadians in culturally appropriate housing. Inspired, I (using google translate) suggested that the occupant of cell A fight the occupant of cell B. The winner would get the food ration for both, and the loser would be burnt alive, in keeping with their cultural practices and traditions. A blessing actually, as the person being burnt alive gets an express ticket to the pleasures of the afterlife in the Welfare State shopping mall in the sky. I drank some beer while A and B brawled in the basement rec room where my pool table used to be. Then, the bar-b-que outside in the snow. The lucky victor had a double helping of creme of turnip soup, and four brussel sprouts (what a roughage plus feast!). I could only think of their delight for tomorrow when they get all you can eat pork roast, cut fresh and steamy off the tibia.
Still, the atmosphere of hate that lingers at work oppresses me. These co-workers of mine, they need to suffer.
In keeping with our steadfast progressive principles, the leadership cadre at Mitchieville is boycotting Hollywood movies until every disgruntled lesbian, darkie, and whatever is no longer complaining about handouts, inadequate medication, or just too many bedbugs in the free housing. None of our money will find its way to the racist rapists of Hollywood. Instead, we will watch stuff for free by buying cheap copies in flea markets or downloading from torrents. Movies must be appealing to our demographic, and celebrate our diversity. Otherwise, our money stays home. Take that, racist rapist Hollywood.
In this spirit, I have here a prophetic documentary dealing with some Ukrainians from Edmonton rising up against some fops who want to steal their oil and tax them to death. Note how the bad guys in this film have a red and white flag, kinda similar to that flag of hate which is the Canadian flag.
Take that, you earth rapists.
Your week begins with a double dose of alchemical water. This particular blend favors new projects and the completion of old ones. The transitions might be emotionally traumatic. But there are lessons to be learnt. And if you know your Nietzsche, you will know that if you pass through the fire, you will have been forged into a better, stronger alloy. But that is just for everyone. What about your personal astrological forecast? Read the rest of this entry »
The only thing separating me and my Moreau are my Calvin’s.
Upon first glance, The Mayor thought this was an advertisement for the Gay Pride parade in Toronto this summer where all the great Canadian leaders will be assembled, but alas, it is not. Perhaps it is a picture of Trudeau and Moreau sharing a Lifesaver, while the old guy in the background looks on approvingly. Speaking of the old guy and his approving gaze, have a boo at the next picture:
It seems he approves of man et woman as well. Good on ya, old guy!
And don’t you dare move a muscle, keep your facial expression the same for the next 900 intimate pictures.
Speaking of the gay pride parade:
Trudeau is expected to march in the parade on July 3.
The word *march* in this context seems a little heavy, it’s kind of microaggressive and makes The Mayor wish for a safe space. Couldn’t they use the word *prance* instead?
When The Mayor said earlier on in this post that all the great Canadian leaders are attending, he wasn’t fibbing!
Along with Trudeau, Finance Minister Bill Morneau, Ontario Premier Kathleen Wynne and Toronto Mayor John Tory are also slated to take part in the festivities.
And now with extreee special guests this year:
Organizers also have said gay Syrian refugees will have a place at the Pride events.
How about this for your home project this month … what a great way to encourage women, minorities, and trans people to go into science, technology, engineering, and mathematics than to make this at home!
For those of you who asked: Black History Month at Mitchieville is being held in a safe space for N-people.
The sun enters Pisces this week, so new secrets are concealed, old secrets are revealed, and dreams take on a prophetic meaning. Practical concerns overshadow the spiritual, to the extent that one may raise up false idols. There may also be distractions from revelation. But that is just for everyone. What about your personal astrological forecast? Read the rest of this entry »
Many people are asking themselves today why Hilary Clinton got onstage in front of tens of tens of supporters and started barking like a dog? Was she retelling a story from the past that involved a dog? No. Was she telling a joke that involved a dog and needed to bark to drive home the punchline? No. Was she trying to garner support from the SPCA? No.
Then why on earth would someone running for president of the USA decide it was a good idea to bark like a dog? Simple. That’s what Goldman Sachs demands of Clinton before they write her a $360,000 cheque for a 20 minute speaking engagement.
And for $500,000? She would eat kibble out of Gary Cohn’s ass.
Aries: You will be challenged in the realm of shared resources. After you get your way, there will be some good sex. The Monday challenge will be from a lazy grazer with a legacy claim; and the Friday challenge will be someone nimble with a commonly recognized claim.
Taurus: The concerns of old people complicate your week until Thursday, when the concerns of people afraid to become old take over. The high point of the week is Tuesday, when I suggest that you be irresponsible and go off and gamble.
Gemini: An unusually steady week for you, Gemini. Tuesday through Thursday you will enjoy recognition, acclaim, and fame. But beware of the selfish motivations of some aging hipster who lives in dread fear of growing old.
Cancer: The setback you were expecting will only make you stronger. Talking about it to people who have the same depth of understanding as a wall covering sales brochure kiosk is only a tutorial in realization of how you have grown in wisdom.
Leo: One last week under the lash of people whose defining essence is fear of growing old, loathing for signs of age, and, really, aversion to the wisdom that comes with age. The person who wants to walk through life holding your hand is more important to your future than you know.
Virgo: You will win the lottery. Have an action plan in place.
Libra: Take on an older lover this week. Acquire antiques, and the true value of some of your older assets will become apparent. These opportunities will happen suddenly.
Scorpio: When your inner voice tells you ‘no good will come of this’, pay attention and act accordingly. You have a powerful and lucrative opportunity at your fingertips. Twenty five cents will get you ten dollars, but you must overcome your lust for that quarter.
Sagittarius: You will discover a system of political governance superior to democracy this week, Sagittarius. Those of your friends who are interested are more likely to be part of your future.
Capricorn: Inner work this week, even as you work away. Something electric happens Tuesday – Wednesday. It might just involve software, or grammar, or the public. I cannot tell you as it would affect your choices. After the fact, you will understand.
Aquarius: Something unusual is going on with you and all known forms of financial instruments. Check your coins for examples from other planets or having dates in the future. The person you show your future derived coin to, who does not think it a fine joke, is really a time traveller.
Pisces: The power of illusion is yours to command. Regardless, after the smoke has cleared and the mirrors cleaned and put away, you will have profound insights into things having nothing to do with what you were trying to accomplish. Such is life in the sea, Pisces.
When am I going to get paid? Where is my money? I want my money.
Yes, we have all had this problem. Remember the time you lent twenty bucks to your drunken friend at the Superbowl … years ago, now. And the miserable cactus has not paid you back. Hundred dollar emergency loans to decrepit relatives and fawning in-laws. Or the boss or business partner. Or the bank. Did they lie to you? Take advantage of your spiritual, caring nature? So many questions. The self doubt begins to ooze out of your eyes and armpits like black snot.
Astrology, the science of predicting the future, older and better than the snake oil mumbo jumbo and endless pills of the white coated wallet rapists of the public health care system, has the answers. Be at rest. Send me your money. Solutions will come after. Why wait? Your friends are consulting astrologers about stuff.
You want answers. I want your money. Go suffer without your horoscope for a while. Go to your room, no dinner. Brat. Send me your money.
I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this. I care.