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Plus, his sister’s mom.
I dunno. I can’t really relate to families which aren’t primarily comprised of cats, but it kind of sounds awkward.
Why does that movie Idiocracy come to mind?
Still think Shiny Pony looks more like Mick Jagger.
Sorry to be so clueless, but twitter is new to me.
Why is Kate’s tweet to the hashtag #askjustin no longer there when you click on the hashtag?
And how did an old post from Coyne get inserted below hers?
Sorry for being so uninformed.
Oh I see, that wasn’t an old post from Coyne.
Heh! That is indeed rather magnificent I must say!
The screenshot is of my twitter feed of the people I subscribe to, plus my own. That it showed up directly over Coyne’s was coincidence.
OH MAH GAWD THIS IS AWESOME.
*bows*
Kate, you are indeed magnificent. Positioning it right next to Coyne’s comment (spelling mistake and all) was a work of transcendent beauty.
One little quibble: Shiny’s dad was banging virtually every female Grit of a certain age back then, so it’s kind of difficult to find one who didn’t and then debate her.
#askjustin tag: https://twitter.com/search?q=%23askjustin&src=hash
Sorry, I think I see. You need to be following her to see the tweet.
Actually, he is reputed to have been banging the young women and the young men.
And Francis Fox was there to clean up the mess…..
Lemme ask you something in regard of the twit stuff.
Who is saying what to whom?
Twitter reminds me of the hillbilly term “Flustercluck”
Meaning a compounded fiasco where many things are going wrong at once, but in this case, flustered individuals are all talking at once, trying to resolve a problem and getting nowhere. The word evokes the sounds and images of a group of frightened hens.
See also “flustrated”
“…Shiny’s dad was banging virtually every female Grit of a certain age back then…”
Oh come on, now. That’s just another Liberal myth. You know, like the story: “Well my brother-in-law knew his (Turdo’s) RCMP driver, and he told me that he (Turdo) got more nooky than…”
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Fact is, Turdo la First was a failure at the stud thing. He didn’t do a very good job of keeping his young wife happy, and all his bodyguards and drivers figured it was time to take up a collection to get the old fellow some Spanish fly.
I wonder. Pierre Trudeau fell off the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down. How could women fall for him? How? Cocaine. That’s how.
Well, Mr. Kinyobe, it’s certainly true that Trudeau had no success with women until he got into politics, but whether it was cocaine, or merely that ultimate aphrodisiac, power, that changed his fortunes is an open question. He had no reputation for drugs; in those days, when cocaine was fashionable and readily available, that wouldn’t mean he never used it, but he certainly wasn’t a conspicuous enthusiast. And indeed he was a notorious health fanatic which suggests that he wasn’t much of a user. Once he reached a position that attracted groupies, he got groupies, and there may well be no more to it than that.
As to Laura’s remarks about boys, even after all these years there’s never been any revelation from any gay sex partner that would confirm that Trudeau was queer. He was always simply assumed to be such. Outside Quebec this was purely malicious assumption. In Quebec, Trudeau actually had a public profile before he was in public office, and he always came across as lispingly, mincingly, flutteringly effeminate. That was good enough for Quebeckers in those days, but while pansy = gay is a good rough rule of thumb, it’s hardly infallible. Needless to say, when he went into politics his handlers drilled him ruthlessly to change his behavior, and it clearly worked. But if you ever see old footage of the young Trudeau, you’ll be startled at what a fairy he was.