Friday Female Flesh

It was a sad day in the Reginaldson house last Saturday when my modem crashed and I was left without home Internet access. Sadness turned into gloom when one of Bell Sympatico's finest minds in Bombay told me it would be a few days before I got a replacement modem. Gloom turned into despair when I got home late Wednesday and I found out my modem was at the Post Office but the damned Post Office isn't open at 10:30 at night. Despair turned into sheer panic yesterday after I plugged in the new modem and still no connection! A sacrificial offering in the name of Set and another call to Bell this morning and BOOYAH - I'm back.










Logan and I are going with a theme this week which I'm sure the more perceptive of you will figure out right away. It sucks to be Logan btw (heh heh). He may be in Vegas today, but I got to go to Mississauga on Wednesday for work (if there is anything more exciting than a 5 hour meeting at an airport hotel in Mississauga I don't know what it is). After the meeting my boss took us to supper at a new restaurant called Canyon Creek. After falling in love with my waitress (hi Tia!) I fell in love with a 16oz Pork Chop that was smothered in this tasty ligonberry sauce. I have no idea what a ligonberry is or where it comes from - it sure as hell isn't native to Belleville - but it is damned tasty! With no Internet access for the week I didn't have time to find new Female Flesh pics so I stole the pit pics above from our sister blogger Ice. If you find yourself at Canyon Creek this weekend try the Pork Chop and tell them that the guy from Belleville sent you. Oh, the Brownie and Vanilla Ice Creme for dessert is to die for.

Go Bulls Go!

Toronto, City of Light

Toronto is the perfect place to live, shop, and collect government cheques. Here the homeless have help, from the food bank, to the street nurse, to the community health worker. Here those that care can care.

So now, as I sit getting paid to do nothing (and I do nothing well), safe and warm in the staff room, we, the highly paid, and highly pensioned maintenance workers of the vast socialist infrastructure, read the free copies of the Toronto Star. And what gem of Truth do we have in the People’s Paper today? Something of interest to all of us Toronto types who use the People’s Public Transit … a gang of gangbangers has been mugging taxpayers during rush hour. Some ten of them, apparently. You can read the revealed truth here * .

What is interesting is this:

Cameras on the TTC:

One problem for the investigators is that the attacks weren't caught on TTC security cameras, since only the collector's booth is under surveillance

Wow. You mean those cameras that cover the station platforms, stairways, bus platforms, and elevators are not being, well, watched? Ah, the unwatched TV. I guess the police, those racist heteronormatives of the occupying army of white domination can check out the tapes after the bloody violence has occurred.

Just who are the Bloods, anyway?

Victims were swarmed by as many as 10 youths clad in black and red clothing – red is associated with the Bloods – on subway platforms and station stairwells.

Good thing my shop steward told me who the Bloods are. I cannot tell you, because when you associate N-people with crime you can get in trouble from the Chekists of the Human Rights. Perhaps someone should tell the comrades at the Star that when they do not mention race, people (their readers, the people who vote, etcetera) assume the miscreants are N-people. Indeed, even my shop steward will tell you, if he trusts you enough to not be a rat for the Human Rights commission. In Toronto, we only tell people we trust what we really think

Thank you, Trudeau:

The group of about 10 youths – all around 15 years old – travelled along the Yonge and Bloor subway lines between 4 and 6 p.m.

This means, as my shop steward tells me, that even if arrested, the little darlings, oppressed victims of white oppression, will be out on the subway before their victims have got their stolen credit cards cancelled. Or their ID’s changed to prevent identity theft. Or got a new metro pass. Gotta love that Young Offenders Act.

You can form your own conclusions. I cannot talk openly in a public forum in Canada for fear of offending criminals, degenerates, or those that make their living from accommodating criminals and degenerates. I can act though. I think I am going to go down to my basement workshop and work on a project … it helps to soothe my shaking hands. A change of focus is called for.

Organic Chemistry naming conventions, anyone? *

Toronto, The City of Light

Like most Canadians, I realize that Toronto is the most important city on the planet Earth.

When we study the environment, we soon realize that the wetland is the most important land form. Toronto is Canada's Wetland. A huge cultural wetland, that celebrates diversity, choice, and higher taxes for others to fund our own diversity and choice.

If you get a call from a telemarketer today, while you are celebrating either end of the digestive tract, that call came from Toronto. Telemarketers are good, they symbolize the future, your future, as all Canada becomes Toronto. Think of that with pride when you are holding up your pants.

The Gun Registry, cut down like a tree before it could end crime, has its' master computer located in Toronto. The massive Hollerith super computer is located on McCaul street, in the Toronto College of Art.

Sex is better in Toronto. Specialty prostitutes are readily available to squeeze what needs squeezing. Gender and Species preference is no obstacle here. The Toronto Star publishes a weekly listing of sexual smorgasboard to satisfy even the most discerning taste. And, you can indulge in your most deeply held fantasy in some public place, like a streetcar, park, or library, because in Toronto, we like to be forced to watch.

There is no crime in Toronto. What few incidents occur are caused by unenlightened people from outside the happy wetland of our City of Perfection. Our rare incidents of youth crime, rape, murder, theft, arson, and assault, are all caused by inadequate social spending. In Toronto, we blame others for our own faults, because we know that others are responsible for our actions.

In Toronto, the oppressed and downtrodden breathe free air. The chains of slavery are broken when an illegal immigrant gets their first social assistance cheque, lifetime TTC pass, food bank credit card, and journalism school scholarship. A majority of illegal immigrants come to Toronto. They know they will be celebrated here. They create wealth and jobs, jobs for teachers, social workers, legal aid clinic lawyers, ESL tutors, and activists. The same cannot be said for those inferior collections of mud huts that exist beyond the light that is Toronto.

Toronto is the new city of Sodom. Poor Sodom, singled out by a racist caucausian God for oppression in a sad story from a time before the man made perfection of the socialist state. Toronto is the city that seeks to make Canada like itself in a process akin to sodomization. All of Canada should be like Toronto, and this starts with higher levels of taxation and seizures of private property to further the social engineering experiments of poly-gendered un-elected bureaucrats, activist judges, and media personalities.

If we ever design a computer that could control society (like that Star Trek episode), it would be located in Toronto. Toronto is the city of Landru. The computer would be in the Toronto College of Art. Landru lives in Regents Park, where they hold festival every full moon.

You are lucky to share the planet with Toronto. Show your gratitude by paying your taxes with a smile, giving the next telemarketer your credit card number, and filling out all government requests for information with black ink.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.