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^^ age 29.

Right? Because Turdeau was such a compassionate Canadian humanitarian and activitist before he was suddenly vaulted to the top office in the land. ....

Clearly you don't understand politics, or the value of experience on the job. Whatever the job is. You've probably never had a job, is why.

One can look at their resumes. PP- Extensive political career. JT - Blanque de blanque

You mean the content of what he says, or the tone of his voice? The op has me confused.

Music is logical and mathematical. Perhaps you have a very logical and mathematical mind. - OftenWrong

Back to bathroom wars again? You people are getting boring.

It demonstrates the pitfalls of virtue signalling when it becomes a corporate message, purely intended to attract a certain crowd. But who, exactly? Not the 3.5%, there's no big market share there. The market is young adult whites. These displays, and at hockey games, are put out in order to appease the conscience of the me generation. So that they may buy their products and be entertained, witha clear conscience. .... That means you people.

Yes, perhaps you should form a citizen's coalition and gather signatures and such, to petition the government to take action. Start a revolution in toiletries. I know how you always wanted to be an activist!

No it was not. That's why I know you are probably a mentally low-intellectual, bred from a Slavic ghetto. Or... was it the Roma?,,, because that could explain things. I am just a poor Canadian boy brought up in the golden age of this country. You guys were still genuflecting before the USSR. As in bending over. Point is this country made me who I am. So who the hell you? My superior education taught me to tolerate people like you. But today, we have the influential "Me" generation running things, coming from culture that is obsessed with itself. They simply cannot understand how anyone could be different then they are. It's a form of imperialism that brings the approved culture to overwhelm other localized or remote cultures. These people are gone mad. And you, my friend, are duped into believing them. Not because their argument is good or even based on historical facts, no. But because you are a no good, worthless, and drunken , bum.

I trust them for that. To be experts on making poo poo in the toilet... that should be there duty from now on. Then all washroom problems solved, and we can move on. Yes? You really are a simple minded little goon, hey? I know... Got you there, buddy. This is not even chess. It's full contact, on the ice... down low... clean body check into the boards. Welcome to Canada, by the way,,, .... My jokes are too intellectual for you people. I am waiting for those who are wise and courageous enough to stand with me, against the lies of cultural-marxist tent city makers that have captured all your attention.

They all have countries like that, now that you mention it. Cheers...

Yes, see my post slightly above. Perhaps you missed some vital information. Do you have togo for a_piss, behind your tent?

The people did not choose Justin Trudeua. More like they had him thrust upon them. .... Certainly the cannabis industry loves him and his party. Justin follows the same policy of his father. To paraphrase - "Canadians can be kept satisfied and docile with the most basic things. A bottle of beer. A hockey game."

By the way, stepping aside from your pathetic need to "win" against me (which you cannot do) is again the observation that the public washroom is a battlefield. Solution- Federal government mandats on toilt design. The Cabinet should do a review of all federal statutes and regulations regarding washrooms, and report on the need for private defecation and urination.

All very good but completely useless suggestions. It has nothing to do with the actual topic at hand, that the catholic school and most likely board are also come under the influence of neoliberal woke leftards, for lack of a better description. I say someone should write the pope,,,

Those who are now turned away can blame our PM for the confusion he caused by declaring all would be welcomed in. Then he got a boatload of reality and quietly closes the door after much damage is caused. These are leadership competence issues.

Do your feet touch the ground when you walk? Just wondering.

Even in Nazi Poland there were rats who turned people over to the authorities...

I simply force-feed you more of what you have already consumed. IE Garbage. But maybe you are just more highly irritated this morning because you are resisting that bottle. Admit it. It's time for a drink, to calm you down. Then go for a nice sleep in the tent. Own thyself. We cannot escape what we are my friend.

It took a US directive. The emperor has no clothes.

My poor, wretched friend. I was here much earlier than that. I know you by your writing style. I know who you are too, but I will not say your name. Other than perhaps... the forum Rasputin.

Well you are the one who told us everything. Perhaps not so smart, after all. But everyone is human. Who wants to discuss logic and data anymore, those are outmoded ideas in the new modern age. There is no way to protect knowledge from being altered anymore. I can give you some links, if you like. If it makes you sleep well. Otherwise you're on your own my friend. No anchor, no star to sail by. Just a world of digital darkness and confusion.

Perhaps this is like therapy for you, because you have no friends. So then sure, why not help a poor rubby who's down on his luck? You miserable, pathetic being. Nazis would be rounding you people up off the streets first and foremost, in case you have something to say that they don't like. Stalin preferred drunkards and those born low intellect. So in that regard you would be safe in the Soviet Union. In a way you are the product of Stalinism, having descended from Poles who were subjugated under him. They also lived among their own excreta in "sanctuary cities". You would not know this however. Being a product of the Stalinist mindset you are likely a godless atheist. Just remember hell is endless, my friend.