Summer, 2007

Toronto, the City of Perfection. Across the vast expanse of the single most important city in Canada, activists, politically correct people, and fellow travellers, are rising from their beds and preparing for another day of activism, of fighting for the right to spend other people's money.

I have often said that the fruits, blessings, and harvest of political correctness will fall upon those most active in the taxspending movement. Just look at the happy co-workers of Jordan Manner's sister (Jordan was killed by Mike Harris in a Toronto school) who has now been released. She works for a charity housing service. Charity housing is certainly politically correct, even more so that it has Crips-Canadians on the payroll. I am sure all her co-workers and customers are happy that she has been released. After all, they probably knew and celebrated her celebration of the Crips-Canadian culture. Lucky people. I wonder how they feel opening their cheques.

Schools across Toronto are slumbering. And next September, the next generation of Oppressed-Canadians will be back to learn social skills in their native languages. At least seven of these, our most vulnerable youth, will be out on bail from the Project Kryptic round up. Teachers, certainly one of our most outspoken activist groups, will be rubbing shoulders with them, their customers, and their associates. It appears that Crips-Canadians are well salted throughout the politically correct institutions that grow like fungus in manure.

The harvest is coming in, activists. The more politically correct you are, the closer you are to the thresher. The warning stickers on the machine have been painted over by graffitti. The machine operator was given his job based on race, not ability. The youth activists who made your bag lunch left the potato salad outside in the sun yesterday. All problems are the fault of Mike Harris.

Lucky Politically-Correct-Canadians, the first to be harvested.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.

xref Mitchieville, DustMyBroom