Once again it is show time for Canada. Once again it is time for Justin Trudeau to step up to the plate and take the initiative as he did when millions of Syrian refugees cried out for help.
This is no time to dither. With his latest crackdown on the Russian LGBTQ ad infinitum community, Vladimir Putin has showed his hand. He won’t let up. He won’t stop. Russian deviants have no future in his realm. They must get out now while the getting is good. But who will take them in? Will we? Or will we once again say that “None is Too Many” and deny their ship backdoor entry into a Canadian port?
By acting now, by rolling out the welcome mat for Rainbow Russians Justin Trudeau can send a clear message: Canada is a haven for persecuted pedophiles.
Such a gesture is not only a moral imperative, but an economic necessity. Let’s face facts:
There is a shortage of skilled Drag Queens in Canada that needs to be addressed
I beg you Justin, Don’t let Pavel’s talents go to waste. Don’t let him languish in a Russian jail.
It’s a tragedy. So many boys in Canada lack a male role model in the home and so many Russian Drag Queens lack boys to mentor. We have a labour shortage of Drag Queens in Canada, and tens of thousands of Russian men eager to fill it. So what’s our problem?
Let me remind you. Canada is a nation of Drag Queens. Drag Queens built this country. If you are not a Drag Queen, chances are that your father or grandfather or great grandfather was a Drag Queen. But now that you’re here, you want to pull up the ladder? You would deny the good cruise ship DQ St. Louis backdoor entry to a Canadian port?
If so, you have unacceptable views. You are not a real Canadian. You do not share Canadian core values. Your assets must be frozen and your social media accounts closed down. You must denied Internet access and PayPal must cut you off. No? Then show me proof of vaccination! You haven’t been vaccinated? I thought so! You are a disgusting worm. You belong in that camp in Vanderhoof which we won’t acknowledge
If you don’t have a heart, then at least use your brain. Public schools are understaffed. There is a nation-wide dearth of teachers, and class room sizes are already too large to allow overwhelmed teachers the opportunity to spend the extra time needed to persuade young minds that they are indeed living in the wrong body. We simply can’t marshal the resources required to subject all pupils to a lab experiment. We need more puberty blockers, more mRNA vaccines, more chemical agents—but first of all we need the people who can create a demand for these medical interventions. The protocol is proven. First screw with their minds. Then diagnose and medicalize their problem. Then affirm their chosen expression of mental illness. Then expedite the transition with irreversible consequences.
But there is a log jam at Step One, and a backlog of despair to clear up.
By fast tracking 50,000 Russian Drag Queens through our immigration intake process, we could almost instantaneously address the grave shortfall of classroom groomers. We can’t fill all of the vacancies over night, but we can fill some. Even one Drag Queen per school district would go a long way to reach the psychological engineering targets that progressive educators and politicians alike strive to reach. While many of these Russian imports would initially lack fluency in English or French, linguistic barriers are trivial impediments to the bonding that soon forms between story-telling Drag Queens and their impressionable, captive pre-school listeners.
The beauty of these relationships is that they can flourish without the knowledge or input of parents, and be passed off as harmless children’s entertainment should anyone dare to scrutinize them. Those parents who persist with impertinent questions can be dismissed as transphobic, and have their kids abducted by the Ministry of Children and Families. We have an obligation to protect children from transphobic parents after all. If we do not, we are complicit in child abuse.
I am proud to be a citizen of a country that has its priorities right. And I would be even more proud if Justin Trudeau would pick up the torch that New Zealand Prime Minister Jacinda Stalin dropped last week. Now he has the field all to himself. This is Justin’ s opportunity to cement his legacy as the poster boy of global wokeism, a dictator with a thin skin who wore his bleeding heart on his sleeve and never met an unvetted refugee claimant he didn’t like. He even had police act as bellhops carrying luggage for illegal border crossers as they walked down Roxham Road into Canada. That’s the kind of compassionate guy he is.
Justin, it is now been three days since you last virtue-signalled. Repeat. Three whole days! You simply can’t go on like this. The podium and the microphone stands ready for your announcement to open the gates wide. Now powder your nose and get out there. Tell the country and the world that you are still the undisputed Queen of Queens.
