 whats the matter, ascared you know I'm right?
No one even knows the point you’re trying to make anymore. The sooner you comes to terms with the election results and realize Trudeau is going nowhere for a few more years, the better you’ll feel. It’s not healthy to be so invested in this.
We were talking about T&R there big boy and your actions on the day off remember now or were you to high like your hero Justin T?
sorry to take the faux outrage wind from your sails.
I am just posting what I see, you post your Holier Than Thou attacks whenever I post and this time it was about what was okay to do on T&R day defending JT's actions. I don't have to lob anything at you your post speaks for its self you are a scumbag plain and simple.

You made it politics by dragging Trudeau into it.
Approach A: "Hey guys, here are some great resources to learn more about T&R and the deeper learnings we should try and get from it."
Approach KMD: "Hey guys, here's another example of how Trudeau sucks."
See the difference? Do you care? Absolutely not would be my guess.
Did you watch Indian Horse or listen to any podcasts or documentary's go back and read my post where I did mention this?

Again you are just using 17 3D's to Deflect the blame for this onto me as being my problem, typical Liberal. If they cared enough about Canada's genocide of these children they would be able to find a way to take some time on the 30th to spend some time to focus on what was done and how they can change and do better. I shouldn't have to do that for them. But I guess you are right THEY are the PROBLEM and need to have everything done for them.
Don't make assumptions about my knowledge and/or understanding about *why* T&R is even a thing. I'm simply pointing out your hypocrisy in saying this isn't a political issue when you're the one who insists on bringing Trudeau into it. I've already stated I agree with you that Trudeau messed up. You're just so angry, you can't get past your own vitriol in having a rational debate. Typical far-right Big C Conservative.
Not that this is okay in any regard, but I don't think he's angry. I think he's trolling you.
I think it's a question of who is trying to troll the other harder, tbh.
Well first off I am going to start at the bottom of this, I am NOT a "Typical far-right Big C Conservative" I know on here it may seem like I am but trust me if you met a Typical far-right Big C Conservative your head would explode. I am very much a Center Right medium to small c conservative.
Not here buddy I do really have a dog in this T&R fight I guess I shouldn't say dog...
The trolling part was calling you a far right big C Conservative which you bought hook, line, and sinker.

TIL Erin O'Toole had three houses when he was elected conservative leader. That's pretty impressive for a man of the people. I'd say that's entering into Justin Trudeau rich people territory Actually it might be worse since he took taxpayer money to pay for them against the rules.
He best sell them off for mad skirll before they hike the capital gains laws.
Do you really want to start to get into conspiring their assets?
Where were these properties if they were entering into Trudeau territory downtown Toronto and Vancouver?
Just another politician 'accidentally' trying to get us to pay their personal bills. They are all the same.
Expenditure reports between August, 2020, when Mr. O’Toole became Conservative Leader, and January, 2021, show three monthly $2,300 claims for a secondary residence expense for Mr. O’Toole.
Members who own or rent a secondary residence in the National Capital Region or in their constituency can claim expenses related to the declared secondary residence. The House of Commons administration processes the payments.
When Mr. O’Toole was elected Conservative Leader on Aug. 24, 2020, he had a residence in Bowmanville, Ont., in his riding of Durham, and a home in Ottawa. But he did not immediately move into Stornaway, official residence of opposition leaders, because it was undergoing renovations, and he and his wife were in quarantine for COVID-19.
But the Members’ Allowances and Services Manual, which spells out the rules for MPs, says the Leader of the Official Opposition, the Speaker and the Prime Minister are not eligible to claim secondary residence expenses.
Conservative Party spokesman Jake Enwright, speaking for Mr. O’Toole on Monday, said the leader did not make the claims, they were made in error by the House of Commons administration as a result of an automatic payment system.
When the error was identified in March, 2021, Mr. O’Toole returned the payments, Mr. Enwright said.
For the sake of argument it's nowhere near Justin Trudeau.... He earned it himself. Not leftovers from daddy.
I also don't haven't heard from the tax payer thing you're talking about yet, been hunting. If it's true I agree with you that it's slime-ball or whatever. But still not as bad as Trudeau.
Sounds like he had a lot going on and finally got everything sorted out If the place is being renovated he should have moved into one of the other residences on the Hill Trudeau seem to have access to a pile of them.
Kick Justin out of the Cottage and tell him to go live with is wife and kids at Harrington Lake and give the Cottage at Rideau Hall to Erin problem solved renovate the shit out of everything.
I love how the metric has gone from who’s best to who’s worse and now to who’s not as bad.
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