I’m sick of Stephen Harper. I’m sick TO DEATH of him! The illness-inducing thought of him should be classified as a new strain of norovirus!
I’m sick of his crass, abusive, unsubstantiated accusations, framed by the most pathetic attempts to take advantage of Question Period…ever! His performance the other day confirms what most of us believe him to be: a man with an obsessive, repulsive vendetta against the Liberals and liberal-minded people in Canada. Only Harper would use what amounts to tabloid journalism to avoid answering a question about stacking the courts with ideologically-enslaved, right-wing judges…
But his shamelessness doesn’t stop there.
His astonishingly vile and reprehensible use of the Air India families in a photo-op to discredit any and all politicians wanting to vote against extending the superfluous anti-terror laws reaches a new low. Lower than the dirt. Lower than the lowest level of the Tokyo subway. Lower than any circle of hell conceived of by Dante. Lower than Richard Nixon, digging a deep hole to China…
And now, we can sit back and watch as Harper’s apoplectic Conservatives foam at the mouth because of the Supreme Court’s UNANIMOUS (let’s repeat that…UNANIMOUS!) decision to strike down Canada’s security certificate laws. This decision runs counter to Harper’s fascist plans for our nation, as it puts a serious roadblock in his attempt to turn us into a Bush-bitch-boy-butt-kissing-wanker state, jumping at every snap of Washington’s fingers.
Forgive me…I’m not interested in becoming a clone of Australia!
I’m sick of it. I rarely use crude language, but patience has ceased to be a virtue. Stephen Harper is a sick F-CK! His is a pulsating boil on the rectum of humanity. He’s is slime incarnate, and the sooner we can cleanse Ottawa of his revolting presences, the sooner we’ll be better off…
To think…I’m suddenly longing for the days when Brian Mulroney was Prime Minister. We have truly reached the apocalypse.
