Just got back from Good Friday Mass with Lisa, to receive this photo. At St. Francis’ Easter procession, which is a very, very solemn occasion, that SOB cackles on the side of the road with his loathsome brother and some others.
Maybe he was looking to score, and he forget where he was. In any event, it reminded me of how much I despise him.
Just can’t stop thinking about this terrible thing. Know that street, know that neighbourhood, know the family names. The horror of it – it’s hard to shake.
At his “historic” rally.
Back to Etobicoke with you soon, Crackhead. Soon.
Also, it’s Bjorn’s birthday. I may therefore acknowledge his presence onstage, but that’s a big if.