Dead Canadians - so what?
It's very interesting that Stephen Harper and his retarded band of merry faux-bankers cum cowboys love paying for bullets and guns, yet won't ensure that the funds are there to fulfill the key objective of our presence in Afghanistan- namely, rebuilding the country. (Read the latest HERE).No, no, no. They'd rather sit on their lilly white, uncalloused oily hands, sipping sasparilla and talking tough behind monkey man Bush, while almost every day another few of our brethren are blown to fucking meaty bits by hostile natives dedicated to their demise.
CIDA and those neo-cocksuckers should be forking that cash over now, so my precious tax payer dollars are not wasted on any more flying hearses, coffins or surplusses providing political padding for their forthcoming vain attempt at re-election.
Labels: Foreign Affairs, Harpocrites, War
posted by K-Dough at 2:27 PM
18 Comments:
Think of it as a Union safety meeting KD... "nobody works, nobody gets hurt".
Literally.
Have you been drinking in your executive washroom again JC?
If people in his office would leave the lids down on the toilets he'd stop it, you know.
Pammie- I was talking about drinking.
No... I'm actually face down in the toilet due to my drinking. For my next trick, I'll make like Bob Rae and plunge in naked. "Tiny bubbles..."
Hmmmm, JC showing his softer, left leaning (listing?) side. What's this world coming to?
Then again - alcohol makes us all commies don't it?
"CIDA and those neo-cocksuckers"
Oh my "racist" and questionably rightest ears and eyes do burn.
I'm not a neo by the way, but your language does smack of un Libertarianism which must be a sin for the such who would refer to our duly and freely elected though not of stripe prefered by thee, possibly a hateist and low life carnel beverage consumate.
Toilet drinking aside, I find all the deaths very disturbing. It's always terrible, but I've had a few experiences over the past few weeks that have hit closer to home. I heard from an old friend who filled me in on his handsome young son who was injured in Afghanistan a month or so ago (another young man was killed in his vehicle). I haven't seen this boy in 5 or 6 years and when I saw him last he was much like my son is now, with long hair and freckles and a beautiful smile, flying around the neighbourhood on a skateboard. Now he's recovering in a hospital. I just can't accept it.
pam said...blah, blah, blah,
disturbing yes, but in context which isn't easy, those deaths are few and not in vain as it may seem.
Not to mention johnny is ten times more likely to fall from his skateboard, the cost of which is the reason your taxes are higher than the combined I.Q. of Queens Park and High Park put together)and miss the real good fun, and possibly Flanders field.
Are you fucking kidding?
I've never been known to tell a lie or a joke mam.
Oh mine eyes mine eyes
Ha ha ha, you're cute
Nice. Pam shares her anecdotal pain of the near death of a young man who reminds her of her boy, and tries to express her difficulty in justifying kids going before their time, and shares the preciousness of life we all feel when thinking of our children.
Blanks57 immediately tries to invalidate her feelings, and throws in some incomprehensible psycho-babble to boot. Sweet.
Pam, I'm sorry about your friend. I'm glad he survived.
leather,
Where have you been hiding? Yes, I'm relieved that Danny is alive, but someone else's child is not. It’s all very sad.
K-dough,
LOL...well said.
Hmmm. Brilliant.
Due to recent developments, I'm working on a new model:
Cudgel Me Bonehead
Don't you ever just wonder where they come from?
Not hiding Pam, just insanely busy. It's all good though.
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