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Forward!

Globe and Mail- Ottawa pressed to factor in 500,000 undocumented residents as it consults on immigration targets

Economists are urging the government to factor in the estimated 500,000 undocumented residents in Canada as it consults on its forthcoming immigration levels plan.

Blacklock’s- Immigration Rate Defies Cap

Immigration levels in the first third of the year outpaced Prime Minister Mark Carney promised cap on quotas. Figures released by the Department of Immigration for the first 120 days set a pace that would see nearly 400,000 new landed immigrants in 2025.

Just Once, Maybe Twice

There’s an implied dare. The game being, “You won’t do what’s needed, despite our alarming and menacing behaviour, because you’re nicer than us, less vain, and not unhinged, and so we can dominate you and terrorise you, and break your stuff, for as long as we want, for shits and giggles.”

Well. I would suggest that the activists’ own actions render their wellbeing of very low importance.

On progressive concern for the wellbeing of burglars; on erotic entanglements with pets; on denouncing those who notice things; and when it turns out that there is a time and place for running people over.

Problematic Pallor

Or, “Journalist dismayed by white actors playing white characters in period drama.”

I’m not at all sure what historical inclusivity might mean, given the racial demographics of rural England at the time of Brontë and Austen, in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. Indeed, what Ms Flint seems to want sounds more like ahistorical inclusivity. And whether incongruous, politically corrected racial casting choices constitute “imagination,” rather than A Following Of Very Modern Fashion, is a question I leave to the reader. 

Answers on a postcard, please.

His Tiny, Delicate Hands

Readers may recall that Mr Yates’ homemade pornography – which he saw fit to send to a concerned parent, as one does – featured our burly cross-dresser using a kitchen sink as erotic apparatus, and while smoking methamphetamine and asking, coquettishly, “Am I a good meth whore?” A question that every parent hopes to hear from someone entrusted with the care of their children.

On progressive ladies and the cross-dressing predators they excuse.

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