I have exposed the pimple and other ugliness on the slim butt of our next P.M. !
Many people see the ‘surging’ Jack Layton as some kind of saint….as someone who knows and feels our pain…not exactly ‘Joe the Plumber’ but possibly as ‘Jack the Builder’… not of cathedrals but architect of a party eager to assume power.
But do you know the real Layton? Allow me to elaborate.
Jack does not like puppies, especially small ones. He has been rumoured by some to boot the asses of Chihuahuas who may block his path when he’s going to do the important things he does. Nimble Jack kicks them into orbit only when others are not looking…making him sneaky, very sneaky indeed!
Can we trust him to protect our health, our well being or the many citizens who engage in perverted sexual activity, (Scot)? Alas, I think not.
Worse, Layton is said to have detested both his mother and apple pie. He has sadly shown a clear preference for cream puffs over pie. Twisted wanker!
Worse, when going to Horton’s he orders only ‘dutchies.’ I mean what kind of sick percker-wood would prefer a bland ‘dutchie’ over a scintillating ‘chocolate glazed’?
So, if he’s not there for his mom and worse disrespects apple pie, will he be there for you? And when he’s done with you will he respect you in the morning?
Next, many are now asking to see Jack’s birth certificate. Many feel that the mustachioed conniver was born in Marrakech Morrocco. This begs the question, was Jack that drug addled freak who partied in his youth with Keith Richards and the forever ‘easy’ Maggie Trudeau? Did he and Keith get lewd satisfaction from Maggie, who was in a pot induced stupor for most of the sixties? And who ‘really’ fell out of the coconut tree? I may be wrong but I don’t think it was Keith!
I’ll not get into his possible involvement in the porn industry in his early twenties because we already have enough on him to sadly, (for his wife Olivia), stifle his pulsating surge. But if you ‘search’ the name ‘Harry Mullet’, you’ll find a guy who looks eerily like the smiling and satisfied Mr. Layton.
Last, can you trust a man who kicks little dogs, hates apple pie, non-perverted sexual acts and constantly falls out of trees? I can but how about you?