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I met the guy who was the NDP candidate in Charlesbourg in 1997! He was pretty cool. He had an accent, it was German although I'm not sure. Weird for a guy named Jocelyn Tremblay. Maybe he was a militarty brat stationed in Germany when we had a base there? How was that base named again? Ladr? hmmmm. I had voted for him in my first election in 1997. He was a hardcore independentist, even then, even in his campaign material. Hah. Fucker.

The more I transit back and forth between Toronto and Québec City, the more I feel that one day, the separatist fuckers will manage to ride on a wave and get Québec out of the country.

"Oui bonjour, je cherche un roman de Rohinton Mistry en traduction française, avez-vous ça?"

"c'est qui ça?"

Well, that was the used bookstore. I had more luck at Librairie Pantoute (although they file him, along with Margaret Atwood, in their "Littérature étrangère" section), but they were all out of stock, except for the hardcover of Family Matters. I want my mom to have an idea of who Parsis are.

working class feminist serving in iraq

I once again urge everyone to make ginmar your friend. She's amazing.