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Gravydämmerung: Pro-tips from Sabotabby!
Sep. 17th, 2014 07:30 pmIt's official. As usual, the rhetoric is "optimistic" but we're all grownups who can see through the soundbites. The Honourable Wife-Beater is probably doomed. (Liposarcoma has a pretty decent 5-year survival rate, but other factors suggest that he is not long for the world.)
It's almost poetic. The guy, against all probability, wins an election to the mayoralty of Canada's largest city despite an impressive lack of qualifications or functioning frontal lobe, proceeds to take the most spectacular dump over municipal politics the world has ever seen, keeps on keepin' on through a fucking crack scandal, and may very well die before he ceases to be mayor. I couldn't make this shit up, people. Only in Toronto.
My earlier comments stand, but here are some helpful pointers to get through the next few days:
• Just because someone is going to die horribly doesn't mean they suddenly become a good person. Remember what Ford said about AIDS victims. Remember that he beat his wife. Remember that he doesn't care if he kills pedestrians. Remember Anthony Smith.
• No fat jokes. Fat jokes are never okay.
• Tasteless jokes are okay though. Even if it's someone nice, which he isn't.
• For the most part, cancer doesn't care whether you lead a healthy lifestyle or not.
• Cancer is neither a journey, a battle, or God's test of how strong you are. It's a bunch of cells mutating. That's it.
• Cancer does not care how hard you fight or how much you pray. Whether you wish the HWB well or not, he will live or die according to biology, medical science, and chance.
• There is, nor will there ever be, a restriction on speaking ill of the dead on this LJ. That goes for the dying too.
That's it. What a day it's been.
It's almost poetic. The guy, against all probability, wins an election to the mayoralty of Canada's largest city despite an impressive lack of qualifications or functioning frontal lobe, proceeds to take the most spectacular dump over municipal politics the world has ever seen, keeps on keepin' on through a fucking crack scandal, and may very well die before he ceases to be mayor. I couldn't make this shit up, people. Only in Toronto.
My earlier comments stand, but here are some helpful pointers to get through the next few days:
• Just because someone is going to die horribly doesn't mean they suddenly become a good person. Remember what Ford said about AIDS victims. Remember that he beat his wife. Remember that he doesn't care if he kills pedestrians. Remember Anthony Smith.
• No fat jokes. Fat jokes are never okay.
• Tasteless jokes are okay though. Even if it's someone nice, which he isn't.
• For the most part, cancer doesn't care whether you lead a healthy lifestyle or not.
• Cancer is neither a journey, a battle, or God's test of how strong you are. It's a bunch of cells mutating. That's it.
• Cancer does not care how hard you fight or how much you pray. Whether you wish the HWB well or not, he will live or die according to biology, medical science, and chance.
• There is, nor will there ever be, a restriction on speaking ill of the dead on this LJ. That goes for the dying too.
That's it. What a day it's been.
