Premier Alison Redford is the top politician in Alberta.
It says so on her Facebook page.
Earlier today I visited that page, only to find that The Premier of Alberta is wishing well the electoral nominees to Council today, probably just to make herself look good and not because she cares a toss.
Why is it necessary though, when a comment is made by the top dog, for all manner of schmoozing, vile, brown nosing nobodies to agree with her every goddam post on there and for them to then dis and badmouth anyone who disagrees.
I didn't vote for Alison and I never will. I don't agree with her politics, morals (or lack thereof) and constant side shifting. BUT, I don't go onto the page of the politician I did vote for and wish them an "uninterrupted Thanksgiving" or try and smokescreen something someone else has said, by listing the daily movements of an adversary.
It's a passing comment you fucking moron. I don't care what Danielle Smith husband is doing, it's TOTALLY irrelevant to this thread. NO, I won't google it and nor should you. You should stay current and reply to these posted comments in a way that enhances the conversation or offers a real opinion.
Alison Redford is the Premier of Alberta. She makes sure you know that at every given turn. But she is not Premier because of my vote. She is likely there because thousands of ignorant bastards choose not to set foot out the door and put a cross in the box. This unfortunately aids to vote in wealthy, conniving members of an old boys network, that are in it for the networking, bonuses and expense accounts. It sees them make their own rules and break the laws of the land. It is shameful and sickening, but really, you think it is necessary to kneel down to these arrogant bullshitters online to make yourself feel important?
Alison Redford has NEVER even been near that FB page, let alone replied to your comment.
Get a grip you prick and go back to the fucking golf club.
VOTE TODAY Alberta!
Monday, October 21, 2013
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Swimming in a depleted gene pool.
WOW. I have not set foot, nor finger here in a very, very long time. Not because there is a lack of topics for me to rant on about, but because I have not been able to concentrate sufficiently to put down my thoughts.
However, I am feeling a little better in the brain and so I shall share with you the happenings of my visit to the pool today.
Due to my illness (I have finally been diagnosed Hypothyroid from Hashimotos Thyroiditis) I have been finding it hard to concentrate. I also tollerate stupid much, much less. So todays trip to a leisure centre packed full of ignorant and downright idiotic people turned a Sunday relax, into a sodding rant.
When I visit the swimming pool I want to try to relax, at least I want a modicum of peace and quiet. Todays outing was far, far away from that.
Lets start this with ignorant bitches that cannot read. It clearly states on the Female change room door that "Ladies with small male children must use the family change room." Yup, it does, I read it evey time I go in there, which is three times a week on average.
Bitch one; If you are shouting at your child, Roger, to stop doing that because he will fall off and bang his head. My qualified guess is your kid is male, which makes you 1: ignorant 2: stupid 3: arrogant
Also, if you need to keep repeating the name "Roger", followed by a sentence of what he should not be doing, you might need to rethink your parenting strategy, or take Roger the fuck home and let me have some peace and quiet.
I noticed a little while later, in the hot tub, that Rogers father was present. Surely the male child would have been better served with him, in a male change room, would he not?
Also while in the hot tub, which appeared to be full of children around the age of two or three, an age where febrile convultions are rife, due to an inability by these children to control their body temperatures, it appeared that not just one parent present at the pool today couldn't fucking read..
"Children aged eight and under must be accompanied by someone fourteen and over".. It states this right next to the hot tub. Translated, it would appear that it says, dump your kids wherever the fuck you please and go off to do your thing. I know this because there were at least three kids under the age of eight abandoned at the hot tub.
So from there to the steam. Stupid hits a whole new level when you are dripping in sweat you know! I don't care how svelte you are in your Harley Davidson bathing costume. It sure as hell doesn't make you smart. Really, bitch number two, you are so selfish that you are gonna bring your two year old in here and make him sit, while he is asking to leave, just because you need a steam? You are seriously fucked up. This is dangerous as hell and you are 1: selfish 2: beyond stupid 3: narcissicistic
Let's stay in the steam room and address Dad with absolutely no fucking clue, who brings his six year old girl in and blurts, "OK, if you don't like it in here we can leave," while pushing her away from the door into the room. "I wanna leave," she cries, but no. "This is a great place to towel off," insists Dad. Adding "We need to stay for 10, 9".....as he counts down. I'm now livid and steam makes you wet, not dry, you twat.
OK, this is bullshit. I used to bring my small child to the pool. If she cried, I comforted her. If she was tired, I took her home. She was always by my side and she certainly didn't need to steam!
Nor was she allowed to run around the female change rooms like, oh hold on, another male child, age seven or so, was doing as I showered and changed after my relax.
Mom and Grandma oblivious and having a natter, while the equally ignorant child ran riot.
As a young family we, both parents and child used the family change room. When my well behaved, because I spoke with her and didn't screech at her, child, was older we used the female change room because, well, we were both female.
Please, ignorant bastards. Get over yourselves. If you need r n r, hire a sitter or use the on site chreche. If you want to spend the day with your kids at the pool, do that. Focus on your children, not yourself. You gave up that right when you got knocked up.
OK, I'm going home for a nap, to relax and eleviate my pounding head.
Don't be here when I come back because I'm fucking pissed and I will call you out next time.
However, I am feeling a little better in the brain and so I shall share with you the happenings of my visit to the pool today.
Due to my illness (I have finally been diagnosed Hypothyroid from Hashimotos Thyroiditis) I have been finding it hard to concentrate. I also tollerate stupid much, much less. So todays trip to a leisure centre packed full of ignorant and downright idiotic people turned a Sunday relax, into a sodding rant.
When I visit the swimming pool I want to try to relax, at least I want a modicum of peace and quiet. Todays outing was far, far away from that.
Lets start this with ignorant bitches that cannot read. It clearly states on the Female change room door that "Ladies with small male children must use the family change room." Yup, it does, I read it evey time I go in there, which is three times a week on average.
Bitch one; If you are shouting at your child, Roger, to stop doing that because he will fall off and bang his head. My qualified guess is your kid is male, which makes you 1: ignorant 2: stupid 3: arrogant
Also, if you need to keep repeating the name "Roger", followed by a sentence of what he should not be doing, you might need to rethink your parenting strategy, or take Roger the fuck home and let me have some peace and quiet.
I noticed a little while later, in the hot tub, that Rogers father was present. Surely the male child would have been better served with him, in a male change room, would he not?
Also while in the hot tub, which appeared to be full of children around the age of two or three, an age where febrile convultions are rife, due to an inability by these children to control their body temperatures, it appeared that not just one parent present at the pool today couldn't fucking read..
"Children aged eight and under must be accompanied by someone fourteen and over".. It states this right next to the hot tub. Translated, it would appear that it says, dump your kids wherever the fuck you please and go off to do your thing. I know this because there were at least three kids under the age of eight abandoned at the hot tub.
So from there to the steam. Stupid hits a whole new level when you are dripping in sweat you know! I don't care how svelte you are in your Harley Davidson bathing costume. It sure as hell doesn't make you smart. Really, bitch number two, you are so selfish that you are gonna bring your two year old in here and make him sit, while he is asking to leave, just because you need a steam? You are seriously fucked up. This is dangerous as hell and you are 1: selfish 2: beyond stupid 3: narcissicistic
Let's stay in the steam room and address Dad with absolutely no fucking clue, who brings his six year old girl in and blurts, "OK, if you don't like it in here we can leave," while pushing her away from the door into the room. "I wanna leave," she cries, but no. "This is a great place to towel off," insists Dad. Adding "We need to stay for 10, 9".....as he counts down. I'm now livid and steam makes you wet, not dry, you twat.
OK, this is bullshit. I used to bring my small child to the pool. If she cried, I comforted her. If she was tired, I took her home. She was always by my side and she certainly didn't need to steam!
Nor was she allowed to run around the female change rooms like, oh hold on, another male child, age seven or so, was doing as I showered and changed after my relax.
Mom and Grandma oblivious and having a natter, while the equally ignorant child ran riot.
As a young family we, both parents and child used the family change room. When my well behaved, because I spoke with her and didn't screech at her, child, was older we used the female change room because, well, we were both female.
Please, ignorant bastards. Get over yourselves. If you need r n r, hire a sitter or use the on site chreche. If you want to spend the day with your kids at the pool, do that. Focus on your children, not yourself. You gave up that right when you got knocked up.
OK, I'm going home for a nap, to relax and eleviate my pounding head.
Don't be here when I come back because I'm fucking pissed and I will call you out next time.
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