The flaming dumpster fire that is my province

Lots of good shit going down in Ontario lately! After being forced to walk back the whole police state thing (sort of—at least one person in my extended social circle was stopped and harassed on their way to work) and closing playgrounds, Drug Fraud has been skivving off work for two days. He still gets paid, don't worry! When he goes on vacation or just fucks off work, he still gets paid, unlike essential workers forced to choose between losing their job for being sick or dying and infecting everyone else in the workplace with covid.

Meanwhile, the situation is so dire that doctors are crying on the news all the time and an article about how terrible Ford is was the top-read story on the Washington Post. You know you're doing a shit job when Canada makes the WaPo! We haven't had a politician that the Americans cared about since...Rob Ford.

Doug's absence has resulted in a great new hashtag with which to cyberbully him on Twitter (my new lunchtime activity), #WhereIsDougFord? But I hate to tell you that our fun has been cut short. He has been located:



That's right! While the ordinary people of this province fight for the dregs at the bottom of each AstraZenica vial, the Tories are laughing it up with a $1000/head virtual fundraiser party. In case you didn't believe me about what a kakistocracy my province has become.

For $1000 I hope you get a chance to kick him in the gonads. Zoom has a function for that, right?

GUILTY!

Justice will never be done in this case, and four walls are three too many for this scumbag, but I am feeling deeply relieved hearing Chauvin found guilty on all charges.

THANK FUCK