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Of course they will. Liberal, Conservative, liberal, or conservative, every country. . . they all do. We mostly don't in the U.S. We have other ways the pols get their snouts in the trough.

I bet whacking your willie takes, like, ten seconds. . .

Has anybody attacked Parliament yet?

Oh! Well, then, might as well snag some office supplies and a bag of cash or two on the way out the door!

You realize your government official act like Bob and Doug McKenzie left in charge of the shop and raiding the petty-cash box to buy beer, right? Your whole damn government is a kleptocracy. Makes ours look like paragons of thrift and responsibility. 'Course, that's easier now that our...

We REFUSE halal chicken! We DEMAND kosher chicken!

Do you have any actual knowledge, or are you just throwing a contrarian "Maybe they do!" at me?

Pulling your head out of your ass would do wonders for you.

This is based on your extensive military experience and expertise?

How could we tell?

Yep. Whoever thought a bunch of nancy-boys would be the death of all that is good and decent? Guess the Real Men fell down on the job.

Boomster would. He's a Putin cheerleader. For him, every election, hiccup, or routine problem along the way is a sure sign that his President will take over the world next week.

DooOOOOOM!

Couldn't be any worse than the Cat-licks.

Looks like if the red dots coalit (is that a word?) with either the yellow dots or the dark-blue dots, they'll rule the roost. The purple dots are, as we say in the good ol' USA. . . "fucked."

I've had people say both to me. In the latter case, I just say "Vive l'Acadien" and get away as soon as possible. Not that I'm prejudiced, mind. I do the same with Texans. Well, except for the "Vive l'Acadien" part. Maybe I should try that. Confuse the hell outta Tex.

True story. I was at an international competition in Paris, and I overheard one of the Canadian competitors say to a Parisian "I speak French." The Parisian replied, not unkindly, "Non, m'sieu, you speak Quebecois." I think I did a pretty good job muffling my laughter.

In New York they call that "an quiet day in the park."

I'm sure Macron, being a gentleman, will assure them that somebody, somewhere gives two shits what Canada thinks.

Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Well. . . you're a stinky poopy-head, and your mother wears Army boots!