Cripes, it’s gettin’ so an honest pervert can’t ply some Catholic school coquette with liquor to loosen her plaid knickers an’ still expect to lead the Tories into a Spring election.
This is political correctness gone mad, bad and dangerously close to reelecting Kathleen Wynne.
Time was a fella could have his fun without need of Steve Paikin gettin’ involved. And I don’t mean my time; I mean like five minutes ago!
I’m just glad my datin’ days are behind me, an’ you should be, too. By heck, I’d be in the papers every other day for some crime against humanity, like stealin’ a kiss (petty theft at worst!) or maybe some harmless, everyday frottage. Or I suppose you think young gents should pass their time on the subway by reading The Handmaid’s Tale, because you’re an idiot.
So it’s farewell then, Downtown Patrick Brown. I hardly knew the man. Probably cuz old geezers ain’t his type, and every normal geezer would say that’s to the man’s credit.
I was never a big fan, not even after I remembered who he was, but he’s startin’ to grow on me. Like a plantar wart, I suppose that’s harmless enough now.
I for one would like somebody with his kinda stamina an’ enthusiasm to be makin’ whoopee not just for himself but for the whole province. It might not make me proud exactly, but it’d be like whoopee in the bank.
But I guess there’s nothin’ doin’ now but to try to make the best of a bad feminist type of situation. And that can mean only one of two final solutions: Kellie Leitch or Doug Ford.
Miss Leitch is lookin’ for work now, probably in a field where she don’t have to compete against foreigners, so leadin’ the Ontario Conservatives would seem to be a natural. So if she means to Make Ontario Great Again I hope she gets serious soon about crankin’ out hats with that slogan on ’em.
And Dougie of course needs no introduction, cuz he already knows where ya live and wouldn’t think twice about breakin’ your legs.
Much to consider!