The bobettes pompettes

Michel Hébert

Thursday, 19 October 2017 10:03

UPDATE
Thursday, 19 October 2017 10:49

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They are varnish, the liberals. Yesterday contrite to racism and systemic discrimination, today, to kneel in front of the majority souchienne, the tension between indifference and exasperation in front of these little people are brash, stubborn and soft but still standing…

As expected, the parliamentary commission on racism of the majority-taxable has been transformed; it has changed the name of the court in ratatinant its mandate: instead of a commission, it will be instead entitled to a “forum” for promoting the “appreciation of diversity and the fight against discrimination”.

Nothing to waxing, you might say, of this choir. It will be so for the majority, actually.

And, politically, the damage is done to the liberals. They no longer have to grant an accommodation and wearing a brown bag on the head until the next election.

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It is the inimitable David Heurtel, the new minister of Immigration, who will de-mine the field of battle. If this serves as something…

His departure from the ministry of the Environment has been applauded by the beluga whales and he will no doubt be just as entertaining, with immigrants, refugees, and, if he does have a bit of time with the francophone majority of strain that still does not know where is coming from his damn government…

He has chosen well his time, Mr. Heurtel, to announce the decline of the government: the province of Quebec is in an uproar, excited as if he had seen Celine at l’aubainerie, bewildered by the escapades of sexual Éric Salvail, and Gilbert Rozon, local stars playing conductor with their tail.

Salvail was in the habit of taking out his instrument, for a yes or a no, in front of anyone and anywhere. This is what was unveiled to The Press, after getting many confirmations…

He saw a small, new, and paf, Salvail was suffering illico warming of the fly.

Rozon cannot be controlled simply and had on one that was spinning in the toilet…

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We imagine without difficulty the discomfort of métrostars Guy A., Veronica, Julie and co. They know them and work with them for so long, and their friends, Eric and Gilbert, two bastards patented.

They laughed, ate and drank with them. Them who to hire and who distribute the stamps… Which are the rain and the good weather, the success or failure of the career-beginners, beginners…

Salvail, it is the gay gang. He was upset about the small hands of the showbiz for years, it does not look at them, apparently not. Rozon, it was the king of the 375th anniversary of the Big Pear… The marquis of humour, rich as Croesus, but crazy in front of a thigh or a chest…

It was easier for Lepage to treat Weinstein large cellar that getting angry with bad words in front of the misconduct of Salvail,… Even reserve with Rozon. The tv garbage, draped in elegance and its virtue… But who would probably let go more easily to injury if the radio in Quebec had been hit by a scandal of this magnitude…

It is true that after Jutra, et al., showbiz québécois (montreal especially) can no longer be imperfect… A revision of its tax system systemic end of the depress…

Anyway, for Heurtel, the attention deficit in which suffers Quebec has been beneficial…

Photo Simon Clark

He was able to drop the chairperson of the committee on the rights of the person, a certain Tamara Thermitus, too authoritarian for the québec public service…

This forum in which everyone cares about, will therefore be supported by the government; and will he of his own insignificance.

Simultaneously, a special agent was sent to the same committee, to explain the same government who, when, and why, the one and the other went on sick leave, with all the benefits due to public servants.

Notice that, in this parallel universe, it is a reflex when it’s going wrong…

A part of the cégep turned pale when it was discovered a mob of purchases incongruous on a credit card of the institution.

The management has made the bubbles: Huh? What? But what is it? No, I don’t know what to tell you…

Hotel in Bromont, Toronto. The wine at the SAQ, train tickets and at the Bell Centre? Spent thousands of dollars over a period of months, to the supermarket or to the restaurant without that person doesn’t suspect anything…

Notice that it is the austerity for years, then one can no longer count on unnecessary expenses, it would more…

And the gullible will eventually understand that na will not be as bad as that like to believe the chorus of a union.

Archival Photo Sébastien St-Jean

In short, under the bell glass of Quebec, there were very few people to care about racial diversity or the prolonged absence of government officials…

In la Belle province, for the moment, we have that for the bobettes pompettes of Salvail… And for the fall of Nero, and of humor…

“There’s something important on the planet,” said the visionary minister Hélène David on Wednesday night, in the confessional 24/60…

The sad thing is the shadow that it casts on the current capital campaign of solidarity. To compensate, I promise, I will light a candle in memory of Lenin to the midnight mass.