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Quebec’s “BURKA BAN”

Quebec has passed a sweeping ban on face coverings, barring public workers from wearing the niqab or burqa and obliging citizens to unveil when riding public transit or receiving government services, ushering in a law believed to be the first of its kind in North America.

The legislation was adopted on Wednesday, capping off two years of work by the province’s Liberal government to address the issue of state neutrality.

The resulting law has been condemned by critics who say it deliberately targets Muslim women and will fuel the province’s simmering debate on identity, religion and tolerance.

Philippe Couillard, the premier of Quebec, was defensive as he addressed the new law.

“We are just saying that for reasons linked to communication, identification and safety, public services should be given and received with an open face,” he told reporters.

“We are in a free and democratic society. You speak to me, I should see your face, and you should see mine. It’s as simple as that.”

Now, I live in Montreal (which is part of Quebec, for those who didn’t know) and I’m having mixed feelings about this.

While I agree with Couillard about identification, the new religious “neutrality” law shouldn’t have taken place beneath the National Assembly’s official CRUCIFIX!

In other words… Yesterday, under the gaze of Jesus Christ suffering on the cross, Quebec’s governing Liberals stood as one and voted into law a “religious neutrality” bill.


Seriously, what’s really going on here?

I’m a proud Canadian citizen and I have embraced every cultural aspect, language, and lifestyle of this progressive society, but something’s NOT RIGHT in Quebec.

Quebec is largely white, Roman Catholic and intolerant, especially outside Montreal (’cause Montreal is pretty much The Tower of Babel). And God help anyone stupid enough to mess with the Catholic symbols (btw I AM Catholic too, but I CAN’T) like the giant illuminated cross that dominates the summit of Mount Royal here in Montreal.

Yo les amis this law is NOT about identification, but Muslims! Point à la ligne.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a fan of humans displaying their faith in front of everyone else (’cause you should keep your beliefs at home) but I am not going to tolerate a Muslim woman being dragged from a bus, in front of her children, because she dresses as she pleases (even if she’s not eye candy because we don’t get FOR WHY? And WTF?)

Quebec already DISCRIMINATES those who doesn’t speak French. Now this!


I’m sorry but we are better than this, we cannot live in fear like our American neighbours (sorry Americans but you’re always great examples of No thanks!)

What about people that wear their hoodies well over their faces (which I do in winter). Can they board a bus? What about a SWAT team? What about balaclavas in winter? What about those whose faces are disfigured and choose to cover them? What about those who wear surgical masks when they have a bad cold or do not want to catch anything on a crowded bus? What about fetish sluts wearing all sort of masks asking me if I’m down to fuck? (Yes! This example is also valid because it’s MY blog!)

We cannot live in fear of what may or may not happen in life.

This so-called religious neutrality law is an evident Trump-level LIE!

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The Snow White Syndrome

The other night Antoine (who’s 23 year old) was talking to me about the dumb gay superficiality and how many times he felt rejected on gay social networks (aka hookup apps,) when I stumbled on to the perfect characterisation of what (in my opinion) lots of those people are probably going through. I thought it warranted a post.

If people are not aware, the story of Snow White goes like this…

Once upon a time, there was this pale bitch who everyone called Queen. She had a perfect falsetto voice thus producing classic musical hits such as “Fat Bottomed Girls” “Killer Queen” and “Another One Bites the Apple.” She was incredibly narcissistic as evidenced by her self-referencing songs. Her entire self-worth was based on her looks and her admittedly impressive collection of sequined dresses, pleather crowns, and her introduction of the refined dog collar to royal formal wear. Her obsession with beauty and herself wasn’t helped by her dearest friend, a bald, ghost like head inside a mirror hanging on a wall. He is roughly the equivalent of the fat girl closeted gay teenagers invite to Prom to feel better about how skinny and not as worse off as they are. 

Everything was dandy like candied apples until an even paler bitch named Snow White was born.

Snow White had lips as red as October, hair black as ink, skin as white as a reclusive Norwegian. Her personality was as bland as all three but because looks are the only thing that matters in the kingdom known as Gayworld she managed to get by soliciting money for her Neutrogena treatment and botox injections.

Then one day, the Queen in normal fashion asked the bald, ghost like head inside a mirror hanging on a wall, who is very much the horndog, who the fairest of them all and he said, “You’re just not getting me up anymore. Snow White is a fine piece of ass.”

“Who!?!” The Queen demanded.

“You! You’re just not getting me up anymore.”

“NO! I mean who is Snow White?”

“The finest piece of ass since Cinderella.”

“This will not stand!” The Queen shouted insider her barren castle.

“Well, she’s walking through the Jungle of Insecurities right now if you want to see her.”

“How did you know where she was?”

“What? What are you implying? I certainly wasn’t stalking her.”

“Show her to me!” The Queen demanded.

The bald head on the mirror used its Sith Lord powers and projected on his forehead was Snow White in her bathroom injecting Botox.

“How did you find her so quickly?” The Queen demanded of her best friend.

“Why do you keep asking that?!” the mirror said, offended, “All you do is demand, demand, demand and I give it to you, don’t ask me why I knew exactly where she was, why I have access to her bathroom, just stop, damn you!” And with that, he disappeared, presumably as far from Snow White as possible.

The Queen devised a plan, Snow White must die if she were to become the fairest of them all. At first, she hired a hunter to hunt Snow White but due to conflicting interests he could not make it. Then she resolved to kill Snow White with her own slender fingers. She planned to make a red apple, the reddest apple one can imagine, then it would be poisoned by her special concoctions, and be given to Snow White who eats whatever is given her.

The bald head in the mirror is trying desperately to find out if this is true.

Before I go on, wouldn’t it have been a far simpler plan for the Queen to become the fairest of them all by giving Snow White a coupon to a tanning salon? I don’t know, seems a lot less drastic than murdering someone via poisonous apple.

Anyway, the Queen transformed herself into an old hunchbacked witch with a stereo typically Jewish nose and went off to find Snow White who has decided to squatter with seven dwarfs who work for little pay and no benefits. While all the dwarfs s went to work in a quarry, inhaling all sorts of noxious toxins, Snow White stayed behind the house, 20% cleaning up their mess but mostly dabbing her face with wet cloth to close her pores. It was here alone that the wicked witch came with the apple.

“Here girlie bite this apple.” The Queen demanded.

Snow White, ever the innocent, stupid type, took the apple from a woman a five year old won’t trust, and bites into it. Before she knew what she did, the ugly witch revealed her true form as the beautiful Queen and she cackled, that finally once again, she would be the fairest of them all. The Queen didn’t seem to realise that someone dead would look even paler than her, preserved in beautiful youth.

The Queen, happy with herself, started whistling her other hit “We Are The Champions” before the animals who conspired with Snow White warned the dwarfs of the Queen’s presence. The dwarfs ran back from the quarry to find Snow White dead in their house and most of them cried out in horror while the one dwarf named “Douchey” cried out, “bitch didn’t even clean before she died!”

The Queen upon seeing the seven, sprinted into the woods. The dwarfs chased after her, hacking off bushes and running over streams until in grave misjudgement, they’d realise they were dwarfs with extremely squat legs and slow mobility.

The Queen laughed even more until, in a completely chance encounter with absolutely no precedent in the story, a lightning bolt tapped her on the shoulder and she fell to her death, burnt like bacon.

The dwarfs, mournful, decided it best if Snow White was buried inside a glass case so that medical students, young and old, can study decomposing human body. Once they left her, little did they know, Snow White would become a legend eventually attracting the sight of handsome, young Necrophiliac who kissed her thus reviving her from the sleep of death. Warning: do not kiss dead loved ones.

The prince, realising that Snow White was still able to wiggler her left toe, left her shortly afterwards to search for the bacon smelling/looking Queen.

Snow White, inconsolable and heartbroken, pledged never to fall in love with any man who kisses her so she retreated into herself, believed in her own hype, dropped contact with dwarfs because they were stumpy she said, and eventually she befriended the bald, ghost like head inside a mirror hanging on a wall.

All day and all night, they would talk about how beautiful Snow White was, how so much better she was than everyone else until one fine day the bald ghost like head inside a mirror hanging on a wall stopped visiting her.

Once Snow White finally got past his affable but stern assistant, she found out why he stopped coming.

“Sorry dear, you’re not the finest piece of ass anymore, you’re not a pretty young thing.”

“What? How do you mean?” She turned to the side and looked at her ass. “Still bouncy…”

“Um no, dearie… if I have to tell you…I’m just going to go.” And with that, he was gone into to see his newest Chinese girl singing to her reflection, leaving Snow White with nothing but an image of herself.

And for the first time in a long time as well as the last time, Snow White gazed at her reflection truthfully.

Unbeknown to her, she had aged beyond comprehension, not even a five year old would trust her now. Horrified she took the mirror from the wall and hurled it out the window as best as she could but the mirror shattered before it made its way outside, ever the innocent, stupid type, she didn’t bother to open the window blinds.

The mirror shattered into a million little pieces of Snow White’s reflection. Each piece had a life of its own. Some of them laughed, some of them cried, most of them posed. Snow White tried to look away but she couldn’t. She still admired everything about herself, in the million different ways she though herself as.

She realised she didn’t need the mirror to tell her she was beautiful, she just had to believe it herself, and believed it she did. She gathered all the little pieces of herself, she laid them side by side on her bed. And that night she embraced them all and they embraced her, puncturing her in a million different ways until she closed her eyes for the final time and demanded people to love her for her.

The End

Using the first definition of syndrome, we can say that The Snow White Syndrome is the belief that you are attractive to the point of arrogance but once the realisation comes that you are in fact, not the fairest of them all, jealousy, envy, and bitterness comes in.

In plainer and gayer terms, I liken it to some twink who gets fat or some jock who gets old or every pretty young thing who loses the pretty and the youth and just becomes a thing… And I think many superficial humans are going to go through the moment when they realise they’re no longer “hot”.

The main point here is, there’s a lot of negativity and discrimination on the so-called community that old and young cute-looking guys like Antoine many times feel rejection. 

I for instance never took myself too serious or considered myself as good looking as all the guys this city, so I’ve never felt affected by this stuff. Low self-esteem can be an ally sometimes.

To me, gay hookup apps (and assorted gay whatever) are not only popular for the easy sex, but because misery gathers crowds.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?”

The one who doesn’t ask this question!

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Tila Tequila Anti-Muslim Crusader

When missionary and Tila Tequila are in the same sentence and it means spreading her beliefs instead of her legs it’s a clear sign the world is ending.

If you’re the same age of my lovers and you don’t know her, she was a Myspace (one of the first social networks) personality before Facebook arrives, and she was a big reality attention-whore before the KarTrashians take over the world.

And yes, she’s also made in America because, of course!

Tequila isn’t too brilliant. She believes JLo is just a “Mexican with money” and in a new video she’s focused her hate on “fake Christians,” Muslims, and anyone darker than she is.

She states that since becoming a mother (YES! This deranged person is someone’s mother) she now wants to play by the rules and laws of the land, conservative style.

She’s anti-porn with two unsuccessful sex-tapes under her belt.

Muslims at least have the support of anti-discrimination laws backing them from bigots. But when you come for the removal of places like Pornhub on the internet, you’ve just made things personal. 

I’m all for a hookers and rehab, but when you become a hater because your genitals didn’t make you rich and famous you need to stfu and at least make people remember you like the hot-trashy-Asian-slut from the early 2000s.

Definitely much nicer than a lunatic hooker.

This woman is in desperate need of psychological help!

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Rape Charges For Nelly

TMZ says that Nelly has been hit with a real dilemma (I promise that will be the only stupid Nelly pun in this post), and things are getting hot in here for him (I lied). Even one of Nelly’s old cheek Band-Aids can’t fix this mess. 

Nelly was put into handcuffs in Auburn, Washington early this morning after a woman claimed she was raped by him on his tour bus.3

The rape allegedly happened after Nelly performed.

Nelly is currently on tour. The Auburn PD tellThe Blast that the woman called 911 at 3;48 this morning, claiming she was sexually assaulted by Nelly on his tour bus, which was parked outside of a Walmart.

The most shocking thing (besides people going to a Nelly show in 2017) is that the police didn’t waste any time. They arrested his ass this morning at around 4:37 and booked him on second degree rape charges.

He was released a few hours later. Not surprisingly, Nelly’s rep tells People that the real victim here is him, because the allegations are nothing but LIES.

And 2017 has been a bad year for the hip-hop and R&B world…

Usher has been accused of giving herpes to everyone. R. Kelly has been accused of doing heinous R.Kelly-like shit. And now Nelly.

Male midlife crisis? Whatever the fuck happened to these dudes.

But jokes aside, I’m glad things are changing in the way victims can feel they can come forward, because they’ve seen things being done about other similar cases.

And whatever the truth is, I hope justice is served.

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Evolution Of A Downfall

Behind my insensitive slut facade there’s a hurt soul that crumbles in pieces at the sound of a familiar melody… And I hate it!

I’ve already cry for love when I was young that now, in the end of my existence,  if you don’t like hickeys or ass grabbing we are a NO!

By that I mean I’m done with deep feelings.

Unfortunately we all have a past and shit is stronger, so whenever I hear a song that reminds me of a special period in time (with any of the guys I’ve loved,) the wounds open a bit and.. well… it sucks!

So I had my laptop playing music at random while doing some chores, when a song I haven’t heard in ages started playing… #FML

You may find it ridiculous but for many years I avoided to listen songs I used to love because of the memories (mostly happy with few exceptions).

I firmly believe in “out of sight, out of mind” and “what you don’t know won’t hurt you;” and I’ve applied them many times for my sanity (and I still do).

The same goes with music.

When it comes to overcome heartbreaks, ignorance is bliss! Below the evolution of my downfall. 3 songs I relate and remind me of so many things:

This whole blog is just a conversation I am having with myself.

And needed to take it out.

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I’m In Love!

It’s rare for me to open myself to people in the real world but sometimes you just have to show your real colours, specially when you want to score something more meaningful.

So, Antoine and I we were discussing our potential mating and all was coo… until Max sent me a message.

Oh. My. Fukin. GAWD. What a bad timing! 

So, I was getting under Antoine’s spell talking about commitment and stuff and… BOOM! Max stole me from him.

Ladies and gentlemen, I’M IN LOVE with MAX!!! 

Okay maybe not yet, but I swear… Max is a dream guy.

He is sweet, handsome, reasonable, tall, he’s a gymnast (beautiful body), great lover (yes! Judge me!). We were so into each other that I can’t even!

WHY? WHYYYYY they keep coming my way? Can we stop at Max please? 

Before leaving, he left a message on my shower (picture on top) so I guess he enjoyed our night as much as I did.

This was an instant crush! Or in other words, I am soooooo fucked ’cause I have no clue what am I going to do with Antoine. UGH!

You know, I’m not always proud of what my libido wants but at least I’ve never wanted to fuck Pennywise! 

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Spain’s image on the world stage has been tarnished by the worldwide broadcast of images showing its police attacking would-be voters in Catalonia, and those tactics have not slowed the Catalan government’s march toward independence.

So the question lingers: Why, in the age of the smartphone, would Spain use force this way in order to quash a disputed independence referendum?

Why not just declare the vote illegal and ignore it?

Why hand the independence movement a public relations victory by using police to attack women, children and the elderly?

I understand not everyone wants the independence and I understand many other shit. Living in Quebec (a separatist province) give me that insight. BUT as a democratic society people has the right to express their freedom.

Spain’s Prime Minister Mariano Rajoy is an INCOMPETENT CLOWN!!!

Back in in 2006 as a candidate, Rajoy was in favour of a Catalonia referendum and now he’s using violence to prevent it. Dude doesn’t even know properly his constitution.

king Felipe, on the other hand, has lost all credibility as well.

The globalisation project of one world government ruling a world with no borders is falling apart.

Catalonia being automatically out of the EU could control immigration, would not have to take immigrants, or teach Spanish (not brilliant tho,) or give money to Spain or the EU. Obviously, this is not in the best interest of the EU or Spain.

People started rising like the French revolution and there will be more blood.

What happened in Spain is beyond embarrassing, and to make it fully clear here’s in Spanish… La España de hoy ES UNA VERGÜENZA!!!

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