Stop talking. Just. Stop talking.

Illustration by Brian Boutin, and I couldn't stop laughing.

"I have called the Prime Minister to find out if there’s any laws with respect to immigration and citizenship status in the city.

People are caught. I don’t care if you’re white, pink or purple, I don’t care if you’re a Canadian citizen or not, all I’m saying is if you’re caught with a gun and convicted of a gun crime, I want you out of this city. And the portfolio for the cabinet minister is immigration and citizenship. I don’t think the other half of my statement came out quite clearly. It has nothing to do particularly with immigration or where you come from (which I think John was trying to say), all I want to do is get information where I’m not an expert on and I’m sure nobody is until we talk to the minister and I can only get that information from the Prime Minister’s office.

So I put a call into the PMO to get that information. Maybe, maybe we don’t have a leg to stand on. But I’m going to do everything in my power to find out if we can get rid of these people when they get out of jail. I don’t want to live in this city. I just want to clarify the same portfolio is called immigration and citizenship, it’s not just immigration."

These are all words, but when you put them together like this, they make no fucking sense.


But the day is still young, right?