Above: Herr Comrade Justin Trudeau as he might look if elected Prime Minister.Justin Trudeau, the "urbane", "sophisticated", politically-correct girly-man who dreams in Technicolor of an impossible socialist utopia in Canada, has waded into the election fray.
Get a load of what he claims...
"This is yet another example that the fact that Mr. Harper simply does not understand Canadians and does not trust Canadians in the choices they make."
Sounds like just another Liberal propagandist to me...
Oh, really, Justin? And you understand Canadians? How's that? Prove it. Tell me, what am I like; do you understand me? How about the lady standing beside me? How about that guy over there? You're telling me you understand them? How? Oh, wait... never mind. You can't prove it anyway, and the plain, inconvenient truth is that, as a socialist, you tell the people what's what, not the other way around, and this is why socialists have fallen out of favor with the People- the People have figured out your game- you tell them what's what and proceed to impose it upon them without their telling you they wanted it. That's dogmatic, arrogant. And Machiavellianly fascist.
(...) "He's all about the politics of division, the politics of pettiness. The Liberal Party of Canada, and I'm glad to say the other parties in Canada, will not stand for that kind of divisive discourse."
Oh, really? How about the Liberals pitting Alberta against the ROC? Quebec against the ROC? Ontario against the ROC? The Maritimes against the ROC? Minorities against minorities, against the majority, the majority against minorities? Women against men? The Left against regular Canadians? Urban against rural Canadians? Artists against the taxpayers? Canada against America? The "international community" against Israel? Atheists, communists, Islamofascists and radical, intolerant sexual extremists against JudeoChristians? The list goes on and on... Canadians know that the Liberals wrote the book on the politics of division in Canada!
Don't you see this, politically-correct-dazed-and-confused, metrosexual, pacifist little girly-man Justin? Or are you... pick one, please; hell, pick both... out of touch with reality, or an ultra-partisan Liberal extremist with plans to easily, ever so ridiculously easily, take over the Party after Stephane Dion "leads" it to its worst defeat ever, thus moving forward with plans to misrepresent (that means to lie) yourself and your party to Canadians, fooling them into electing the most ultra-far-left-wing extremist government the Free World has ever seen, with the agenda of radically sexualizing everything and everyone, Islamizing everything, implementing Sharia Law, implementing Communism, censoring and punishing inconvenient-to-your-agenda free expression via the "Human Rights" Commission, fascistically brainwashing all students with your dogmatic, ideological rubbish, disarming our national defence forces, getting rid of our national security apparatus, effectively surrendering Canada to her enemies, leaving us at the mercy of, say, Darth Vladimir Putin, Osama bin Laden, the Chinese Communist Party; you name 'em? I know you think I'm nuts, but the problem, Justin, is actually on your part; you can't appreciate the ultimate consequences of your dogmatic agenda's imposition, imposition which has already proven horrendously destructive, as we've seen with past Liberal agendae. And the scary thing is that you apparently want to pick up where Daddy left off, taking his cue of being bum buddies with Communist tyrants like Fidel Castro, yourself becoming great pals with Islamofascists, the Evil Empire of Putin, the Butcherous Chinese Communist Party, etc....
Ok, that's enough. Needn't say more; you didn't say much yourself, anyway. You, of course, will think I'm nuts, but, hey, leftists are always practicing projection and are in denial as to the reality of their own psychological condition. So you spew bullshit; I'll spew some truth and some far-fetched potentialities connected to your bizarre ideological bent and its imposition.
Hey, I can be artsy-fartsy, too, but at least I'm not demanding taxpayer dollars for doing this post! At least I have a real job!
