| CANADA'S SOURCE FOR HUMOUR, PARODY, AND SATIRE
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Fubrics Short
The unfortunate and inopportune pusillanimous squabbling in the camp of
Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition, causing no end of grief and heartache
for those who pledged their allegiance and their hearts to this supposed
new prophet of the Ante-Right, that is to say, the Anti-Left, represented
by the ever-present Liberals (that's the political party that now holds
the power, and the seat of the Prime Minister, for those who don't know)
could be efficiently and effectively solved by His Grace, Stockwell Day,
if he would lead his flock into the desert, there's one near Lytton in
British Columbia, or perhaps a polar desert near Iqaluit, at the head
of Frobisher Bay on Baffin Island, or even somewhere in the Canadian shield,
to meet His Saviour, who, by choosing this most auspicious time for His
Return, his Parousis, would affirm the Right of the His Prophet and Minister
to govern the flock of the Righteous and Noble in their cause for Good
and the Holy Mission they were set upon after the federal election of
just last year, it's astounding the deplorable disparage and cursing among
the faithful, it really is, but this Harlot, this Great Whore of Babylon
that is haunting and pestering Mr. Day will be cast into the fiery depths
of Hell and burnt by the flaming sword of Justice and the Right, once
His Lordship, the Messiah, returns and meets his Appointed Minister in
the desert, with his faithful, and then to return to fair Ottawa (that's
the capital of this fair country of milk and honey for those who don't
know) with all the majesty and glory and is incumbent upon One who is
destined to lead the country for a thousand years.
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