No Dad City

South Central Scarborough is the future of Canada.

TORONTO - Here in South Central Scarborough, we find that utopian perfection that is life in the city that Political Correctness built. Here, when we apply the figures from pre-Katrina New Orleans, eighty percent of the households are single parent families on social assistance, and ninety percent of people on social assistance are people of color.

Lesbian feminists gloat over the matriarchal culture that has taken root in South Central. This city of village people is proof that men are not needed to raise children, that men are not really needed for society. Everything is just fine. Activist Matriarchal Women control and direct a vibrant culture that is studied by lesbian scientists and where lesbians visit to find love, companionship, hope, and sire offspring.

They call this place No Dad City. There are no Dads here. Children appear like magic, and are raised by a community of mothers, aunts, teachers, tutors, social workers, and parole officers. All the males call each other brother, because in a matriarchy, nobody knows who their father is. There are no men here, instead, they call them boi. The boi live carefree lives, introduced to a culture more rich and valuable than any that exists on the planet. At home, at school, and on the streets they are guided by matriarchal hands into the culture of hip hop, of ebonic poetry, of dance, of all things that entertain, please, and procreate matriarchal culture. The boi dress in vibrant colors of red and blue, expensive running shoes, designer clothes, and they fondle their genitals in public. Here the evils of patriarchy do not exist. Leave your guns on the farm, thank you very much. Do not talk of war. And there is no violence against women, and any sexual deviation is celebrated, because nobody judges anybody else. This is a racism free zone. You can do your own thing.

Activists breed and develop in No Dad City. Here is the fertile earth from where the sex trades industry of Toronto draws the specialty prostitutes, poetry speaking pimps, and narcotics merchants so necessary for our Tourist Trade. Here is the museum of grievances, the repository of mean things done to people of color in the past, and the hoard of grudges that are so vital to a healthy positive Village People. Activists come here to recharge their batteries of outrage, fill up their tank of neediness, top up their reservoir of socialist rose colored windshield wiper fluid, and sire future bastard activists.

But the perfection that is No Dad City is under attack. The Patriarchal adversary is spreading lies. The truth is that the funding comes from The Money Tree. And the Patriarchy is trying to cut that tree down. Money is needed to keep No Dad City growing. Teachers, Social Workers, Food Banks, and Needle Exchange Vans all need money. Abortion clinics, Art Therapy workshops, and Activist photocopiers all need money. And that money comes from The Money Tree, not taxes.

If you love No Dad City, join me in the fight to protect The Money Tree. Just say No to the lies about ‘taxation’. Join the peace and tranquility of No Dad City. Submit to Political Correctness. Protect the world’s most valuable culture, and encourage it to spread.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.