Warning: The word Fuck is repeatedly used in this story, essentially Canada’s favourite profanity. We hear the word at every outside patio, we hear it spoken in road rage incidents when someone cuts another person off. The word is generally spoken in most conversations and I’ve heard many people speak the word coming out of his or her mouth every third or fourth word in their sentences. Many Canadian’s have a mouth that would make a sailor blush.
Canadians are pissed off. Many don’t like their Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau. Everywhere I go I see bumper stickers, Fuck Trudeau. People have two and three Fuck Trudeau flags on flag poles on their property. I see Fuck Trudeau Flags on Pick up Trucks. I even have a friend that got a Fuck Trudeau Tattoo and Esty Canada is selling Fuck Trudeau temporary Tattoo’s. Some people making good coin from this Fuck Trudeau business and slogan.
The working class poor speak lowly of him. So do the middle class. Trudeau’s the talk of every town in the country. The Truckers Convoy, protesters in the Wet’suwet’en dispute, Health Care Workers, Weapons Bans, people are angry and want to speak and when they feel they’re not being heard, we witness the protests we see today and in the past.
Some are going to war with Trudeau. Law suits filed, waiting for the Supreme Court of Canada to hear claims and allegations, and others who’ve lead protests are waiting for up and coming trials.
Sadly, all those protesting get charged and arrested quickly upon investigations, yet investigations the Prime Minister’s office is undergoing take years.
I’m no fan of Justin Trudeau’s. Growing up under his father’s various terms in office, Pierre Elliot Trudeau wasn’t my leader either. I witnessed a country in a sexual revolution under the leadership of Pierre. Provinces were opening up strip joints in most small towns and big cities. You could smell the mens sperm walking down Yonge St. Mens gay bath houses were erecting all over the city, and massage parlours located next to strip joints and beside strip joints were triple x books stores and beside a triple x book store was video porn booths where men could watch porn. Girl’s from all over the world were flocking to Canada to work the industry controlled by men. Canada was living in a time of pure lust for no morals under the leadership of Pierre Elliot Trudeau, the Right and Honourable. Like fuck he was! Like father, like fucking son.
I support the white flag with black lettering, we come in Peace, let’s talk, however, I also support the black flag with white lettering meaning its time for a Revolution. Canada is divided and we have a fucking problem.
For those who come across this post and would like a clearer understanding of what was taking place in Toronto during the mid 70’s through until the mid 90’s, I’ve posted a story below about how fucking ugly the city was. Yonge St., wasn’t cleaned up after the death of Emanuel Jaques.
Pierre Elliot Trudeau’s reign and all he knew was taking place under his rule was the cause of Emanuel’s death. Fuck the Trudeau’s!
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