Well, what d’ya know. After donkey’s years of gummin’ the Nanny State’s nips it looks like Quebec’s teeth are finally comin’ in.
They’re so cute when they get worked up, eh? It’s like watchin’ a dog with a headscarf.
Now, I’m not about to say that bein’ French ain’t all bad, just that it ain’t the worst bad.
So if they mean to man up and kick out the foreigners then I’m all for not kickin’ them out just yet. (Mental note, though: this notion of takin’ away citizenship opens up all sorts of possibilities down the road.)
And I don’t know how it came about, but the timin’ couldn’t be better. If I was the religious sort I might go so far as to call it proof for the existence of Lynton Crosby.
Sure, maybe it’s not fair or even on the up-‘n-up to scapegoat shy Muslim ladies. Hell, maybe we could make fine Christian wives of some of ’em if we didn’t run ’em out of town first.
But this is politics, and ya can’t make a strong, stable majority government without breakin’ a few good eggs. I’m sure even the Prophet, blessed be his name, would agree. (You know who I mean: Bobby Fulford.)
It’s not that I want to see people get hurt. I’m not a monster.
Just hearin’ about it from a reliable source is good enough for me. (And mind, hurt feelin’s don’t count.) It’s us or them, whoever they are, and I hope to God I never find out.
Whatever it takes to knock the Dippers down for another generation or two, I’m willin’ to pay the price.
The stakes couldn’t be higher.
This is about the kind of country we want to leave to the Chinese.