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Proud Canadian 🇨🇦. Retired. Partner. Brother. Father. Grandfather. Photographer. Eclectically educated. Prolific curser. Lover of good food, including popcorn. Life goal: to drink a glass of Chateau Margaux beside a fireplace.
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🇨🇦Proud Canadian. Proud Ontarian. Proud Hamiltonian. NOT at all proud of Dog Ford and co.

Pete Hoekstra US ambassador to Canada just wants Canadian dollars. He does not give a flying fuck about people. Listen up, Petey baby. You work for a fascist state. Canadians HATE fascists. You should just quit while you’re ahead. You, sir, are so full of shit your eyes are brown. We aren’t coming

Bob of the Day: Catfish, million-dollar-man Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can

Bob of the Day: I don’t carry dead weight—I’m no flash in the pan All right, I’ll set you straight, can’t you see I’m a union man?

“Terrible things are happening outside. Poor helpless people are being dragged out of their homes. Families are torn apart. Men, women, and children are separated. Children come home from school to find that their parents have disappeared.” Diary of Anne Frank January 13, 1943

Bob of the Day: Is the scenery changing Am I getting it wrong Is the whole thing going backwards Are they playing our song? Where were you when it started Do you want it for free What was it you wanted Are you talking to me

Deport Ted Cruz. Maybe to South Sudan? El Salvador? Just don’t send him home to Canada. We don’t need shit like that, not even for fertilizer.

Amerika, it’s fucking amazing. The world is watching as Amerika circles the toilet drain. The thing about toilets is that once the circling starts, you can’t stick your hand in to stop it. It will continue until the flush is complete. Shit.

Bob of the Day: That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind

Spread the love and acceptance #pridemonth

No-show for TACO. TACO sad.

The president of the United States has declared war upon its own people. I vehemently stand against allowing him to come to Canada for the G7

Bob of the Day: I don’t care How many letters they sent Morning came and morning went Pick up your money And pack up your tent You ain’t goin’ nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow’s the day My bride’s gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair!

Seems like all the Iranian chants of “DEATH TO AMERIKA” are finally having their desired effect as amerika prepares to call out the Marines to fight the amerikan people. Literally putting the gun to its own head. Remarkable times we live in.

Bob of the Day: Leave your stepping stones behind there, something calls for you Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you The vagabond who’s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you once wore

Bob of the Day: Beneath a bare lightbulb the plaster did pound Her sister and I in a screaming battleground And she in between, the victim of sound Soon shattered as a child ’neath her shadows

Bob of the Day: There’s too many people, too many to recall I thought some of ’m were friends of mine, I was wrong about ’m all Well, the road is rocky and the hillside’s mud Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood

Bob of the Day: I can’t wait, wait for you to change your mind It’s late, I’m trying to walk the line Well, it’s way past midnight and there are people all around Some on their way up, some on their way down

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I’m so far to the left that I keep getting billed for membership in the Communist Party of Canada. I also worked as a civilian technician for two large police services. And I refuse to make vicious generalizations about any group. It’s time to grow up, kids.