No Quarter for the Homeless

I am afraid that someone you do not like is plotting to hurt the homeless by hindering homeless housing spending. Instead, the homeless are drugged, bound, gagged, placed in makeup, and then shipped in a rolling movie studio built on a transport truck to a remote abandoned mining city in Saskatchewan. It is too late to stop them, but, more important, how much guilt should you feel?

The Secret City of Slavery of Saskatchewan is a place of happiness. Lord Hades and Lady Persephone have domain over this great place to live, work, and shop. Here happy Half-Canadians hew stone and assemble authentic Saskatchewan straw basketwear, all to the gentle tongue of the Aztec caregivers of Hades. I can hear the gentle song of the Scottish bagpipe, the kettle drum, and a xylophone made of human skulls played by Peter Appleyard. Yes, there is music in the kingdom of Lady Persephone, and poetry too.

Lucky Them. In this abandoned city, capable of feeding and housing 120,000 people, should be home to Toronto's 6,000 homeless, and 114,000 care givers. This is only fair. This will increase the amount of white guilt that we can atone for through socialist utopian taxation policy. And, it will cut crime in Toronto by eighty percent. This will encourage tourism and commerce. More business means more tax flow, and more tax flow means more welfare activist dollars, all spent on desks and leather chairs and fountain pens for social progress!

It all makes sense now.

You are feeling warm and hugged.

Enough of these do-gooders doing good. Let the State go Stalin on the War on Poverty. Ship those without jobs to a mosaic of forced labor camps, to live in the cardboard shanty of their own design and build. Food, similar to what they are familiar with, namely half rotted maggoty dumpster slop, is provided, free of charge. As we celebrate Darwin, only those strong enough to bully the weaker are allowed to get into the chow hall to get a mug of chicken noodle soup, a bag of marshmallows, and a pack of smokes.

Celebrate Darwin, not Christ, and show the homeless no quarter


I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this