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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.

HA!! WHAT A JOKE!

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!

WHAT’S NEXT?

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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Gord Downie Has Died

Gord Downie, singer of the Canadian rock band the Tragically Hip, has died at age 53 from glioblastoma, an aggressive form of brain cancer.

He was diagnosed in December 2015; only two per cent of glioblastoma victims live as long as three years after diagnosis.

In the summer of 2016, Downie said goodbye to a nation of fans by doing a final arena tour with his brothers in song, the same four men he met at a Kingston Vocational Collegiate Institute in the early 1980s, the same four men heard on the very first Tragically Hip EP.

No major performer in the history of Western pop music had ever staged a tour of that scale while living with a terminal diagnosis. And yet, it was not the only unprecedented personal achievement of Downie.

Even politicians paid tribute Gord Downie following his death, praising him as a musical legend, loving man and strong advocate for reconciliation with Indigenous people.

Tears flowed from an emotional Prime Minister Justin Trudeau‏ as he delivered a statement today on Parliament Hill.

Downie was appointed to the Order of Canada this past June, hailed for his music as well as his social activism.

As I mentioned on a previous post, one particular song from the band marked a wonderful time in my life.

Now, I have to make clear that although I consider Downie a great talent, I was not a crazy fan of the band. The Tragically Hip was a popular band but there were/are lots of  better acts in Canada. In short, I certainly have deep respect for everyone’s loss and any band who so thoroughly represented Canada.

RIP good sir! 

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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
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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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New Book Of 20 Years Ago

I bought a new book, in Spanish this time.

Secretos del túnel (Secrets of the Tunnel). A real story told with the force of an intense report.

December 17, 1996. A squad of the MRTA terrorist group captures the residence of the Japanese ambassador in Lima, Peru.

72 hostages . A long captivity of 126 days without light, without water, overcrowded in 5 rooms, overwhelmed by a hot summer and subjected to cruel mocking of firing.

4 tunnels dug in 100 days under the mansion to execute the rescue operation. An elite group called The Tenacious Patrol, trained in a replica of the mansion built against time.

April 22, 1997, a spectacular operation known worldwide (Operation Chavín de Huántar)achieves the rescue of 71 hostages alive.

I remember this whole story as it was yesterday… There was a party that night at the Japanese embassy and all the guests were diplomats and politicians. Most of the 800 hostages were released promptly; all women, without exception, including the mother of the President (Alberto Fujimori) back then… But the terrorists didn’t realised that. I was 20 year old.

This book is based on dozens of testimonies, documented archives and confidential sources. Interesting? Definitely! More to come.

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Coyotes & The City

Montreal is a booming city, especially for coyotes.

The population of wild coyotes has increased quite a bit recently, leading to more sighting and altercations with Montrealers, and it’s become an official “city problem.”

Six people have reported being bitten on the leg or scratched by coyotes in Montreal this year. At least three dogs have also been attacked.

Though coyotes have always been part of Montreal’s urban wildlife, they are becoming increasingly bold in their contact with humans, causing problems. See, coyotes are usually nocturnal animals, but are being spotted in broad daylight on busy urban streets.

In response, the city has hired two people to actively trap coyotes, mainly in specific neighbourhoods in an effort to control the population.

Two of the reasons coyotes are bolder this year.

  • They have no natural predators on the island of Montreal.
  • There is less trapping by humans as it becomes less popular and less socially acceptable.

That leaves the coyote population to expand, meaning more chances of coming into contact with humans.

Now, if you do find yourself caught unawares, staring down a wild coyote, here’s a guide on what you should do.

Basically, don’t run, try to seem as large-and-imposing as possible, and make lots of noise. 

In short, these guys won’y attack unless they feel threatened. They’re just looking for food and most likely the garbage irresponsible humans leave outdoor.

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JAGMEET SINGH: Canada’s Next Prime Minister?

Move over Justin Trudeau, there’s another politician stealing the hearts and minds of Canadians: JAGMEET SINGH!

The face of a new kind of political leader in Canada, Singh is the newly-elected leader of the NDP party, meaning he’ll square off with Trudeau in the 2019 federal election.

If elected, Singh will become the first non-white federal leader in Canadian history.

One in five Canadian’s are of a visible minority, and seeing a non-white Prime Minister will probably allow so many young Canadians to truly connect to the world of politics.

Since Canada had a Prime Minister, it’s always been a white dude at the national helm. Singh could change that, making for a momentous moment in Canadian history that will possibly have a positive impact on our national culture. 

Jagmeet has branded himself a progressive and a social democrat, he has lots of good intentions, he’s very charismatic, cool, undoubtedly fashionable and SEX, but his religion could hurt his chances… Who knows? Anything could happen.

He could also be the youngest Prime Minister if elected. He’s currently 38. 

Anyhow, let’s check him out. He’s still have over a year to show us how hot he is!

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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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