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Until this moment I have been forced to listen while media and politicians alike have told me "what Canadians think". In all that time they never once asked.
This is just the voice of an ordinary Canadian yelling back at the radio -
"You don't speak for me."
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Kate, the photographs are a horrible display of damage. This man is an embarrassment to Texans and a walking international incident. I hope that he receives the maximum sentence that the law allows and then some.
Actually, I was thinking he was an embarrassment to one-armed men, but that’s just me….
Oh Kate, he was lucky. You should see what us drunk, two-armed Texans are capable of.
“Texan do things big” is apparently not a rhetorical exercise.
Well, all right then. My only recommendation is to make sure that he is confined, monitor him constantly, and under no circumstances allow him to breed. Should he show such a propensity, I can only suggest seeking security from the United Nations.
United Nations — and give him food for oil?
see, despite all that talk of george w bush being a new england preppy pretending to be a texan, he actually fits in with real texans rather well…