"They're all like that" - Stephen Harper and the Babyfuckers of Canada

“Oh, they’re all like that” she says,
wrinkled old power bitch
puffed up botox lips

She’s talking about getting her ex,
off a child porn distribution charge.
then complaining he doesn’t get any custody

Fucked.

she runs a childcare service

She’s tried a dozen times to convince me
to join the conservatives
all her rich friends are conservatives

She sucked and fucked her way into some money
then started a successful business
but it’s never enough.

There’s never enough flights to hawaii or florida
for the kings who can do what they want
to whoever they want

as long as you have money
you can do anything
in Canada

however you can make
the money

however you can make
the evil kings
“happy”

because they have
the money

only money
matters

the rest
is meat

crushed beneath the
man

what are you willing to do?
to be one of them?

theres only men in that club
cunt

get it straight
only
men

and pictures are worth
a thousand a piece
children can be bought entirely
for a few more

thousands of under 15 year old whores
in Harper’s Christian Canada
desperate for rent and food money
to stay away
from home

to use and
forget
being used

escape

Christianity
gives them
such good
“support”

fornicating whores
nothing is ever done
about what happens to them
they must have deserved this
they eventually
give up
trying

to escape

because that’s just
the Way
it is

I listen to a friend tell me of a father
Canadian Fortune 500 executive,
Conservative
She recounts being fucked and tortured for hours
by her father and his friends
money changing hands
laughter
every saturday
then going to church each sunday
and that started LONG before her teens

What kept her in line more? Saturday or sunday?

I remember the pedo priest in my church as a teen

all the brainwashed lambs
unable to believe
for years he had free reign

all the 5 year olds he fondled freely

it wasn’t until he raped
at paraplegic woman in his home
that he finally went to jail
He never went to jail for the children he touched

I told them he was like that
years before
when I was 13

big meaty hand on my thigh
groping
the priest staring at a 5 year old boy
across the “prayer circle”

eyes twitching
lips licking
like
a lizard

They slapped me for suggesting such a thing
about such a Great Man
so I quickly left
a pariah to their conservative congregation

I have seen many Liars
stand behind
Altars

Fuck your Salvation

I learned to see
beneath the skin
for survival

you believe the masks
if you wish

I detest your rituals
of blindness

looking
the “other” way

in the other way of seeing
I see them clearly
if you cannot

You all spit and tell ME now
of some other Great Man’s “godliness”
I will trust my eyes
that see his lips licking

at an 8 year old playing

I’ve watched him
for 3 days
as my dog plays with her

and he
stares
at her

licking

she’s not
being coy to him

You tell ME
this woman who watches your children
can be trusted
She is no friend to me

I watch her teaching 2 boys in the park
to suck a popsicle
like it was a cock
in and out

laughing at her evil game

so innocent looking an act
such a malignant purpose
invisible in a full playground

just a popsicle
in and out
don’t touch it

how deep
can it go

she can make $100
per picture of Vaselined bums
with fingers in them
that’s ten grand an SD card

everyone has their reason
money
vengeance
madness

what are you willing to do
in the wild west
of the New Kings

I watch a hobo beside me
I’ve been told personally by someone
I trust
about something he did
and something he says now
about teaching them young
makes it concrete

he’s talking about 5 year olds

If I were to make him disappear
the police dogs would catch me
hobbling a block away
“no one left behind”

I can only
Tell YOU then
the stories
of these Tears

holding them so long
is
killing me

But you cannot seem
to hear them

Left
Behind

two girls
sisters
telling me it took them years
to realize

each time starting at like 12
that they were drugged and raped
supposedly unconscious

a couple times a year

auntie had a shitload of money right after
and all the bills that couldn’t be paid
suddenly were

“somebody”
paid them

two pairs of eyes
welling up
with
“me”

lot of
presents
to help
forget

I’m tempted to tell them
to eat some curry and get drunk on tequila alone
young woman

and tell Kali herself
personally

you can tell me, anytime
little one
if you are not
strong enough

but your need for vengeance
is better fed with You
as Her

would you be strong enough to face that auntie
Yourselves?

abandon the cross then hide behind it later
like your auntie

and the take up the knife or tool
personal vengeance
is better than whimpering suicide at the foot of a martyr

you could
just let it
Wash
Away

put it down

and think
its not yourself
that you should hurt

for this
as you Look at IT

the Knife

Who is?
Who specifically is or was it that
you should

Return
the
Favor

and the Presents

To?

focus
breathing slower

they’re all
like that

A young woman
with a bandaged wrist
from the frustration
of suppressed will and freedom
tells me

of staring at
a pool
of tears and drool
on a formica table
not even 12 then
the middle of nowhere
mom
isn’t here

bent over for 2 hours
butter and a 9 inch dick
her mom’s boyfriend in her ass

someone has to pay
for what you eat and have
little girl

I guess
she had
to
Pay

her family wants her to Pray now
years later
and not think of sinful things

things that hurt
but now she can’t
undo them or forget the way
they feel

good little girls
don’t think of such things

but its hard to forget
2 hours

it washes
Away

on the
Surface
only

when I was 11
I remember
a man
2 streets over
with a house
and three
“nieces”
who didn’t look at all
like him

blonde hair
dark haunted eyes

after years
he was
“sent away”

but he
took
them
with
him

so was the
“community”
really “just”

when they sent
them
away?

I pondered that
a few times
in my parka
standing on a frozen lake

sending them
Away
with
him

I don’t believe
they deserved that fate
but I guess
they were

“dirty”girls
then

is that
how it works?

I remember a girlfriend when I was young still but older
that innocent kind of love that never gets laid
Friends
but daddy fucked her body and mind up at 9

big red jacket
free reign

I remember her mom
Who knew her daughter was being raped back then

fat union wife cunt
half a fucking ton
don’t rock the boat little girl
he paid for the roof over your head

don’t rock
the boat
unless you can walk
on water

you have to be willing to
fuck your own children
to own a house
here

that’s just
the Way
it is

her mom is telling me about a woman
after years of getting the snot beat out of her
by her husband
he comes home drunk
he’s got money, a paid for house
he’s drunk

he’s upset
expecting to get his dick sucked
in a rage
till her 20 yr old daughter just says
“It’s ok mom, go to bed,
I’ll take care of it”
and gets on her knees

she tells it like
“that’s just the way it is”
then laughing
laughing
tells me a story

about a fag
who found himself a sugar daddy
then died of aids
rolls of fat jiggle with cackling laughter

so funny
dying faggots

I never fucked her daughter
but people still say I did
I still get burned for it

burned and burned and burned
by Big Red his righteous Christian Taliban
The righteous army of jesus
raping and pillaging , robbing people and selling drugs and
selling people
rob another faggot and burn ‘em
GHB for everyone
pass it around

rape your daughters early in life
so they won’t elevate themselves
above their station

know their
Place

“They’re all like that” she says
the cackle of the privileged

more of many hundreds of stories

I have heard
alone
never ending
always another

they blend together after awhile

a shimmering whimpering tapestry of light blue
through the cigarettes
I remember

they need catharsis

I can listen
I guess

I have time
for that

I can make

time

One pleads with me to tell you
of being chained to a wall
covered in gasoline
while her brother smokes a cigarette
her sister in the background
chained on the floor
covered in puke
after 5 days…

but that tale is too painful
to tell in a single
sitting

for me,
at least.

Do you understand?

I had to get drunk
just to tell you
that much

okay?

If I boil 7 days down
of Daddy’s big red dick and his friends and then her brothers and their friends
to a compressed misery of two hours
of words
how much torture
do I endure?

there is no reward
in it
for me
at all

so this is what
you get

I couldn’t afford
the beers it took
to say it
bitches

but I bought them anyway
for this
useless
shit
I write

The useless shit
that shitfuckers
write

when they do
nothing
as they die
with nothing

Imagine how many I drank
while I listened to every
sobbing
word
and Projected
image

holier than thou
bitches

fuck your temperance
sometimes
humans need more

tears
are made
of liquid…

and there are
too many…

I never get anything good
myself
from the listening

call me
selfish

but I listen to their tears
at night
sobbing
and get scorned daily

by you cunts

yes I stare
like a fucking
madman
you bitches

gasoline…
cigarettes and beer, and
gasoline
and

nothing

If I hadn’t
got off the x-ray table in Richmond

I’d be dying of leukemia right now

courtesy of
Dr. Cooper and his pals
his brother Robert

next to the docks
and the union hall
as they laugh
Big Red
laughing

another dying faggot in the Hamilton
where they send the faggots to die

everyone drink a beer
for the dying faggot
who paid for our houses
with his ideas

and I should give a shit
about these tears

this one I barely know
but have known
a few years

beautiful brunette
a bit
self-conscious

telling me to tell the tale
images I would rather not
remember

I watch
as she remembers…

she was just past twelve
remembering at 15
a “guest” she didn’t like
her mom had over

I guess she might have been a little snotty
at the “guest”

she was still dreaming of princes
on her own bed at knifepoint
because her mom had taken the money on the table
and said “fuck her!”

and left to go shopping and pay rent

I guess her mom figured
since she had whored herself to this brutal man
a number of times to pay the rent
she should do her part I guess

now her mom
has a good union job
with the ass and complacency
that grows from that

and her deflowering
at knifepoint
is just a regret
to be forgotten

I guess
it was only
“one time”

so she should have
“gotten over it”

she more or less has
no choice

Should I tell this young woman crying
she is too young to talk to me?

well past puberty
she spits out a story

of a 9 inch dick
down a 6 year old throat

pissing beer into her stomach

being punched in the head
while choking
told not to bite

and later a spanking

in front of
Everybody

at some Church picnic

for being covered
in puke and beer and piss
and cum

for being
dirty

seeing red
drunk on some ”uncle”‘s piss
praise jesus for salvation

she learned
not to “be mouthy”
and be grateful

you must be grateful
not an Ingrate

you must be Grateful
for what…

you have left.

I guess I should have told her
she was too young
to tell me
that

I should have
sent her

Away

I should interrupt
a half hour story
about a couple of hours
crunched into the corner

of the tub?

I guess it all
really
washes

Away

I can’t cry anymore
at the telling
because I would hold

an ocean
of weeping

you can have them if you want
these tears
of your sisters

I have carried them
a long time

I would put them
in a nicer place
if I could

this is all
I can do
for now

you wonder why
I chain smoke
and drink a couple cans of beer
when I have opportunity

YOU remember then,
YOU remember clearly,
I would rather
dull it

you can have
every
fucking
one of them

every Tear

they Weigh more
than you think

so much
more

fucking
gasoline

The girl next to me is 14
I’m in the big red jacket someone gave me a couple years ago

There are aunties and uncles watching
a hundred feet back

We’re 4 feet apart
and can’t move closer
I expect they’ll throw rocks at me for standing there
burn me alive

listening quietly
to her talk
nervously

She’s a Sweetheart,
and I love her a lot
from 4 feet away

They’d hang me if I held her hand
or gave her a scarf
so we just sort of

stand
and talk

its not like she
can reach out
or me

the most daring thing
she can do
this shy girl
is discreetly
bend over

a little bit
coy

sometimes that’s all you can express
I’m sure we each
have our own feelings

we pretend
we don’t

things
we’d like
to say

Let’s pretend
we don’t
everybody

watch and pretend

She plays with my dog for a bit
being
a little bit
coy

and we talk
about a rough life
gradually getting
better

the end

later someone will try to kill my dog
because we stood
and talked

I haven’t actually fucked anyone
for a couple of years
but that doesn’t matter
in the gossip mill

Down in the lower eastside

we have double the number of whores her age in the last decade
No social support under 15 on the street

in Harper’s Canada

I believe
myself
in freewill

I do not see that they have any
choices
that you talk about

they should have the minimum
safety net
but no one gets anything but pissed on

here
unless they slave or whore
or go to jesus

Fuck
your
Salvation
Stephen

The chick these fucks tried to set me up and hang me with last year
was 15 and near losing it
Sticking her tits and ass in my face
crazy bait twat
completely nuts

heavily dosed on the wrong antidepressent
mood swings and suicidal tendencies
smoothed over
with heart bursting ssri’s and eye-popping ritalin

She’d been molested (raped actually)
more than a couple times in her life.
more

I suspect daddy,
at the start of it all
before the the slide
into

this
need

continuous non stop talking
need
to control and manipulate

everything/everyone
a constant gnawing
from when
there was no control

or

savior

justice has no time
for little girls
with no money
for anyone

anymore

but she’s here so the IATSE fucks

on the other side of the square
can get some BURN footage

“Oh we’re just shooting a movie!”
An entire crew
in the place where I sit every day
convenient

Snarling redhead IATSE cunt with herpes
mocking me, while she talks to a tech
They’re attacking me in broad daylight
with bait cunt and cameras

4 times now
I’ve watched that IATSE redhead herpes cunt
mock me

you fucking slut cunt
where did you get the herpes bitch?
sucking and fucking
your way to a good life?
union Cunt

she’s jazzing me
from 20 feet away
about the crazy 15 year old BAIT CUNT in front of me
who can’t stop sticking her tits and out
in everybody’s face
because she’s an ACTRESS
and it’s a Burn job
a thoroughly plotted one

I watch her pitting people against each other
well trained little Laveyan slut
practically memorized Anton’s work
I wonder what she get’s paid for this

I know for a fact this crazy 15 year old has sucked 3 old dicks
not mine
so I guess
they are the bad guys?

And the slut and IATSE crew are saving society from?
What?
Movie trucks full of guns and coke and GHB crossing the border
courtesy of uncle sam
and you all are going to try and burn me with a cunt?
That YOU FUCKING RAISED?

fucking hypocrite fuckers

I guess it’s understandable
because whoever choked her while fucking her

made her need that
abuse
but I don’t have time for it

Like 60% of the women in this country
raped and molested
who are so much better off here
than “over there”

In Stephen Harper’s Canada
When these little girls run away

from rich dad and his dick
The cops deliver them back home

then speed off to find a terrifying pothead or socialist agitator
to drag off to jail

I remember
an indian girl
14 maybe

long ago
pretty but poor
pushed into a fire
burned on her face and hands
at a bush party

laughter all around

I left before it had happened

The highway of tears will keep flowing
because poor little brown girls
have no money or rich family
to spur the police on

There’s more profit
in speeding tickets
and grow-op busts
no money = no justice

This is still a WIP, so don’t get your panties in a knot

Dog killers of East Vancouver

My dog is very friendly. A lot of people love my dog. Quite a few hate me but love my dog.

Anyway.

A crackhead named Damiano, I don’t think he’s homeless but he’s on welfare, tried to feed my dog a broken stick hidden in some cheese. My friend saw him feeding LOTS of dogs over the last summer.

I know a couple of people whose dogs have died from poisoning or foreign objects over the last couple years. I look at the park where Koala and I used to play, before all the fag hating, dog hating, dime-bag gangster fuck-wad weed seller indians moved in. The dogs are almost all gone.

Because the crackhead Damiano, wouldn’t be buying cheese and stuff out of his own pocket to kill dogs with. Someone offered him crack or something to kill peoples dogs in the east van area.

It doesn’t help to call the SPCA. Unless you have a photograph of the person actually killing the dog, they don’t have any resources to gather evidence. They’ve become a cruel and insensitive money maker themselves.

So this Damiano guy, short 5’4″, white hair, big bushy mustache, he hangs out with an evil heroin addict that everyone constantly makes excuses for, a filthy nasty person named Grizz.

You can find Grizz in front of the Commercial Drive Liquor store usually. The bleeding hearts inside there have been letting him beg his $100 worth of jib money out front of their shop for the last 10 years.

Grizz has threated 3 times to kill my dog, because I kicked him out of a public toilet that he was passed out on after smoking his heroin. He was passed out on the seat for 35 minutes in a park with kids at 11 am, so he had to get out of there.

So has your dog died recently, or gotten sick, or had a foreign object inside its stomach?

Find Damiano. Grizz knows where he is. And Damiano usually goes to the Kettle on Venables and Commercial for breakfast and to get some clothes.

Because that’s the guy whose killing dogs, and maybe you can find out who was paying him the crack, because they might have paid other crackheads to do the same thing. Maybe check with a couple of the dimebag gangsters, or their mom, who hangs out at the dyke pet store (the one that I like to go to, and Koala likes) even thought she hates dykes with a passion, almost as much as she hates fags. Her boys have threatened to kill me or koala a few times. She’s the one with the bright red jacket and the gnarly teeth. One of their other indian buds just hit Koala in the eye with a stick. She can barely see, and I have no money for a vet.

Not like there’s anything anyone can do about it. If I had money and a car, I’d take care of it.
but I’m dying and in pain so, fuck you. We can play somewhere else. You can have the gangsters. You let them destroy Grandview park and drive away all the nice people, the last 5 years it was a shithole because of them.

The last person who kicked my dog still sells weed in victoria park. Well, her buddy did the kicking, but she was there. Fat evil cunt. anyway.

So, I think my dog will be fine,

I grabbed the stick embedded in cheese out of her throat.

I’d take care of it. But I can only hobble, even though all my medical problems could be fixed in a couple hours of surgery, I’m not worthy of healthcare. My dog isn’t worthy of being checked out after this. If I had money we could be healthy, but I got ripped off by Big Red. I can’t hobble from a police dog. Funny eh? He could have killed 20 dogs or more, but I’d go to jail if I punched him out. and I can’t drive away, so they’d just get a dog to sniff my trail.

So while you bury your dogs and friends

consider how blind you’ve become to what’s happening

you people have been giving some of these most shitty people

hundreds of dollars a week in change.

And I never begged anything from you.

Stephen Harper's bullshit christian drug war hegemoney

Stephen and his fucking crap about putting someone in jail for growing a pot plant.

increasing sentences for minor ENTHEOGENIC drug offences.

The truth is Stephen

The Canadian Government is the the country’s biggest importer of drugs, including coke and half a million hits of GHB for each Canadian city for your daughters to be raped non-violently with.

It goes right past all of Stephen’s anti-terrorism ass-scanners.

While Stephen and his buddies have you all looking at the evil potheads

Tons of drugs go right across the border in express trucks, get unloaded from airplanes at the airport, unloaded from ships in the port.

All the REAL drugs, the hard drugs, the tons of drugs

GO through your government checkpoints,

Mr. Prime Minister.

And you’ll never stop it
or where will your rich millionaire friends get their fucking coke?

Eh Stevie?

Do you think it would stop if you clamped down?

No. It would get flown in by the military.

Guaranteed.

There’s too much money going on there Stephen

So stop pretending you can stop it by stomping on ground level

Canadians



Throw a crackhead in jail for a dime of rock
While your biggest campaign contributors
snort plates of primo peruvian back

best uncle sam can supply

It’s really fucking crap.

Give that cheap crap to them if they want it and let people buy want they want from the license liquor and drug store.

Christian fool.

You’re party is propped up by organized crime

you can’t give us tv bites about

“stopping it”

just make it more businesslike and real

asshole.