MAR
15
07
12:00 AM
Rosie Dimanno
Since I am so pissed off at this bitch, I am going to write, whenever I get the chance, blog posts criticizing her. (BTW she is a writer, who, due to God knows what, has managed to have her crappy "articles" appear in the second page of the Toronto Star every day). The one for today (yesterday, now since this is being written at 2:35 AM) starts out bad (which is sad, even for Dimanno).
All right people, it's time to get out there and make babies. Lie back and do it for the country.
What the shit? Is she in grade school? Can this woman not write correct English?
Such is the scarcity of homegrown re-generation that this country could soon not have a baby to offer should Angelina Jolie decide to adopt a Canadian infant for her expanding United Nations brood of Jolie-Pitts. And you know how we hate to be left out.
Now this is truly depressing. This is dimanno's excellent style of trying to be funny and failing at the same time.
Somewhere along the line, Canadians fell out of love with babies.
No, Rosie, they didn't fall out of love with babies; when they saw ugly women like you, they preferred not to have babies.
Now, as a fertile female without issue, I'm hardly one to talk. I retain this quaint notion that babies are best suited to married couples, and I don't even much care anymore whether they're of opposite genders. If I were a rich lady, or just one that doesn't live from hand to mouth, or stayed put for more than a few weeks at a time, I might very well consider procreating. But I think that train has left the station.
For some reason, it just seems that there is another reason for your not procreating; one that has little to do with trains. And your quaint notion, as you call it, seems pretty abnormal. You are OK with same-sex marriage, but not premarital intercourse? wtf? this is a strange viewpoint...
More shagging without planning is clearly required. Alcohol helps.
Jesus! Is this a high school failure's essay on life? At this point, I stopped reading the article, because it was so bad that I couldn't go on.
