Canada is a racist shithole day
Like most Un-Hyphenated-Canadians, I forgot this was Canada is a racist shit hole day. If you live in Toronto, City of Light, you are either staying indoors or fleeing the city to get away from the fish stinking Queer-Canadian festival. Wear shoes, my Father always told me; stepping on a used condom is worse than stepping on a fresh dog turd. There is no parking in the city; and after the sun sets your rectum will attract intruders like brains attract zombies. Really now, who owns Canada*. I do not. I identify with my tribe, I begrudge the confiscations called taxes, and I seek out every advantage over the state I can manage. This Canada Day thing celebrates nothing; it is an excuse to pass money to political hacks, advertisers and marketeers with similar political agendas; it is an excuse to squeeze out more rewriting of history slanted towards the viewpoint of the knuckle walking left (The Battle of Lundy’s Lane* was a struggle for a woman’s right to choose, for example), and it is nothing but a bread and circuses show for the urban never workers, to distract them from themselves, to lure their slack jawed attention from their culture of welfare, drugs, crime, and pillage. Canada is a racist shit hole, more so with every fresh plane load of victims of racism brought in to puff up the Statist vote.
The Progressive Factory, the Diversity Corporation. I worked there for a few days; doing a maintenance contract. Built in the golden age of the Baby Boomers, this vast place boasts washrooms with showers. Workers used to want to have a shower after their shift, being sweaty from labor and dirty with industrial dusts and chemicals. Today, when you walk in the bathroom (as I did on my maintenance tasks) you are met by a sign: Do not use the showers, as management cannot be responsible for stolen wallets. This is the new, improved, progressive Canada that the confiscators of income celebrate: a place where your co-workers are thieves. Not only do you not use the showers built during the glory days of white privilege, but you keep your desk and locker locked. Keep your tool box locked, too. There are cameras everywhere, but not for deterring the thieves of wallets and wrenches. The cameras are there to provide jobs for non english speakers spending time in the company literacy program. Workers are not hired to work; no, the shareholders, the capitalists are forced to subsidize the failed immigration policies: the State has overflowing numbers of Never Workers, so some are pushed off to corporate payrolls to work at ‘literacy’. Next time you read of Shitjhob the downtrodden neurosurgeon come to Canada to save lives, think of his ten thousand cousins. Canada Day 2012 celebrates the common banditry and lifetime dependence of your fellow Hyphenated-Canadians. To call them to task, to call them thieves is as racist as demanding that they wash the shit off their hands when they serve you food in a public place. Walk through the place of employment of a progressive corporation, one that has propaganda posters belting out the praises of Diversity. Count heads: you will find that the magic percentages that reflect society are not reflected there. The Human Resources department is inevitably pure laine (it has the stink of tuna about it); and the corporation is sinking in the percentage yield to share holders. Indeed, the progressive corporation is spewing capital on the incompetents, time servers, and bone heads that meet the criteria of race, color, or creed. There is no ability, no meritocracy. But there they celebrate Canada Day. This Hyphenated-Canada does not celebrate me. It confiscates my income, it burdens my children with lifetimes of debt to pay for Never Workers, it exposes me to crime, disease, and distemper. I work there by accident. You will never earn a pensionable hour there. Why buy their products when these purchases subsidize the growth of debt of your children, the erosion of your culture, and the rising need of weaponry for daily self defense? Canada Day, 2012.
After the corporations that have a bum boy relationship with the progressives, comes the banal reality of daily existence in the racist shit hole that is Canada, which we celebrate, er, the Statists celebrate with your money, this day. Happy Day! Look at all the life time parasites that you will continue to subsidize to your dying day! The Never Workers, and their talented cousins, the Idiots, the Dolts, and the Crack pates! The Idiots, Dolts, and Crack pates will be coming to a work place near you: your boss better hire them; if you are a boss, you better find a slot or two for these ones who piss in the kitchen sink, who keep the propane by the stove, and generally do dumb shit that could get you killed, mutilated, sick, or just driven to bankruptcy. The Statists cannot have all the fun. You better hire some useless meat, just to make things fair.
Smart white racist, you think you can avoid the confiscation of income and the erosion of earnings from hiring incompetents, eh? You are self employed, or a black marketeer. No Shitjhob on the payroll, eh? Got some angle where you get paid in cash? You clever white racist, you have not escaped. Do you travel the public highways or use public transit? On the highways you run the risk of being mown down by some Nigoon who has one of those worthless things called an Ontario Drivers License. Yellow light means speed up now apparently in Canada is a Shit hole country land. What are the implications for those other law things that only really apply to some people, some of the time. When Rhockhead the Brangundian mows you down, what comfort will his sentence to literacy classes be to you as you rot in the grave? In the past, one could escape the leftist voters, you left the city, the plantation, where they live, spend, and breed. Now they are coming out to you, dinging you in the parking lot, turning left through red lights, stepping on the gas instead of the brakes, and generally treating you on the road with the same respect the Bolsheviks in government do to your culture, religion, work ethic, and tax dollars. Do I need to mention the spitting in public that occurs on public transit? You already knew that, which is why you drive your car.
Happy Canada Day you Racist Scum! Get to work to pony up confiscated income to swell the ranks of degenerates, never workers, and cut throats, so as to burden your children!