c7_assassin
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Salutations, you gun-toting, southern-fried Yankee Danky Doodelites! Just wanted to wish you a merry and festivious Thanksgiving Monday from the True North strong and free!
As we Canadians gather together this Real Thanksgiving to pass the rye and share a traditional meal of lemming stuffed with seal blubber, we always like to spare a thought and a prayer for our less-employed, more racially-divided neighbours to the south, sweltering away in your endless swamps and cotton fields. Dear Throm the Ice God, please bless our dear American friends with your blizzardous bounty. Freeze the stinking sweat from their brows with your icy breath, amen.
Keep your chins up, you plucky Bush-electing Wall Street-occupiers! Soon enough your burning, blazing summer will be at an end, and you'll be able to give thanks in your own, less-legitimate-but-still-very-special way. Soon, if you can lift your bloated bovine frames from your couches long enough to drive your wasteful gas-guzzling vehicles down to the local grocery store, you can sup on the nutrient-free 'meat' of a tortured, genetically mutated 'bird', while you commemorate the cultural enslavement and genocide of those poor people who used to own your land. Huzzah!
Best wishes upon you all! May you feast upon the fruits of what liberty is afforded you by the unelected financial oligarchy that runs your nation, and may you delight in the hypnotic wonders of the meaningless and stupefying trinkets that form the backbone of your failing crash-course economy! And may our two great countries always remain the best of friends and the firmest of allies, for the very short time on god's clean earth that you have left.
As we Canadians gather together this Real Thanksgiving to pass the rye and share a traditional meal of lemming stuffed with seal blubber, we always like to spare a thought and a prayer for our less-employed, more racially-divided neighbours to the south, sweltering away in your endless swamps and cotton fields. Dear Throm the Ice God, please bless our dear American friends with your blizzardous bounty. Freeze the stinking sweat from their brows with your icy breath, amen.
Keep your chins up, you plucky Bush-electing Wall Street-occupiers! Soon enough your burning, blazing summer will be at an end, and you'll be able to give thanks in your own, less-legitimate-but-still-very-special way. Soon, if you can lift your bloated bovine frames from your couches long enough to drive your wasteful gas-guzzling vehicles down to the local grocery store, you can sup on the nutrient-free 'meat' of a tortured, genetically mutated 'bird', while you commemorate the cultural enslavement and genocide of those poor people who used to own your land. Huzzah!
Best wishes upon you all! May you feast upon the fruits of what liberty is afforded you by the unelected financial oligarchy that runs your nation, and may you delight in the hypnotic wonders of the meaningless and stupefying trinkets that form the backbone of your failing crash-course economy! And may our two great countries always remain the best of friends and the firmest of allies, for the very short time on god's clean earth that you have left.
