Now that you realize that leadership needs a mentor and a tutor to slowly perform basic tasks, you can game your way to improvements in your life condition. You have command over simple arithmetic, grammar, and, fractions, and realize that you can press this advantage in life to feather your nest. Here are the top 3 things to do.
Me, I have friends. Some have office jobs. They do not fix cars. One of my office friends, he needs money. He works in the financial sector in Toronto, in a big tower. His side hustle is finding people on the internet who will pay him to do odd jobs in Toronto. He got an email from some guy, this guy wants my friend to take a desk top computer in to work and plug it in. The computer is heavy. My friend asked me to help. I would carry the desk top, in a nice bag, wearing my blue pinstripe, to fit in. We have already practiced getting me into where he works; that way we could have coffee in the cafeteria.
So, you need a sex tape for your resume. It is the woke thing to do now. If you want to advance your career in the financial services sector. Prove your pronouns is the slogan. Let us face it, too many people were just pretending. Not no more. You say you are gay? HR wants a vid of you getting a facial. Food allergy? You better back it up with a buddy cam following you through your convulsions in the ER.
Some people say no to this. I know how you feel. I have felt the same way. I burn with rage at injustice. But, I have found that just giving money to the Mayor of Mitchieville to produce a quality AI fake sex tape is the best thing to do. I feel better!
The Mayor of Mitchieville is easy to reach. He is on Telegram. (this is the link).
The Mayor is the best person I know! He will help you to make the best sex tape to impress HR! It is all done with computer! You will not end up stinking of latex, tuna, and, bum!
Tell him Fenris sent you!
I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this. I care.
Gosh, this is only from three days ago. Has anyone told this settler colonialist that they were just stealing his car so they could go steal some food, and that is OK?
Victory Coffee!
The Mayor of Mitchieville has wisely established a Mayor's Council concerning Recreation and Time Travel. The Mayor's Council concerning Recreation and Time Travel has issued a Safe Consumer Product advisory. I think we should pay attention. There are time travel scams out there, my fellow Mitchievillains, and we should be alert!
Shit is going to get very real, apparently. With all those drones, soldiers are now 'underground'. Good thing we have gun control in Canada, and we have the Canadian War Machine to keep us safe from the Russian hordes.
The Elephant in the Room is a phrase I associate with endless hours of health and safety training. In common use amongst tradesmen, it was an awareness chant. Not no more.
Apparently, the phrase is being used to refer to The Diversity. As in, the many things you cannot talk about around them; how you have to just listen to things you find repulsive; how you have to just stand around things that are disgusting. Apparently, it was one of the factions of The Diversity that moved the goal posts... and I cannot talk about the details of that, the inciting incident. Apparently factions within The Diversity loathe each other more than they loathe white people. Anyway, that faction started to use The Elephant in the Room to refer to unacceptable behavior traits.
If you do travel about Toronto, you will notice that some construction workers do not wear hard hats. If you are observant, you will also notice an absence of green patch boots. As for the rest of what is going on in the construction trades with the failed assimilation of some cultures of The Diversity, I cannot talk about. Within the construction trades, the use of The Elephant in the Room, as coded language for things repulsive and loathsome, is now being suppressed.
So, shut up your mouth. This is not something to gawp about, like a derailed subway, a gas main explosion, or, an erupting sewer.
Be ready to abort The Elephant in the Room from your vocabulary; and be prepared to have all documents (you know, Health and Safety training stuff) purged of this now offensive phrase.
I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this. I care.
My neighborhood does not look like this. My neighborhood has graffiti, murder, and, never a Canadian Flag. I would show a clip of my neighborhood, but, except for the diversity on parade, it is not as nice as this.
Too many elephants in the room here, but the video does touch on a few points.
You can reach the Mayor on Telegram now,
https://t.me/s/mitchieville
He is happy to listen to you.
Xipe Totec reveals himself in financial services sector software. The reskinning of software engines has awoken something. Expect to see ectoplasm manifestations around cash machines. A face watching you from inside your computer screen could frighten some people ... but you have your weekly horoscope to guide you around resurgent supernatural forces. Here is the horoscope for the week of March 10, 2024.
It is Toronto tradition. Yes. The people here would paint their skins blue, dye their hair red, and, launch raids into Ulster. For plunder. Of course, we do not do that any more. No, we go to the Eaton's Center.
Yes, it is funny. The plundering! People are always happy when they are plundering. Better than the white man's Christmas! But, the Toronto Scots, we do not do that any more. We keep the tradition alive by wearing tartans, eating shortbread, and, putting whiskey in breakfast oatmeal. Mmmm. Oatmeal!
When you wear tartan, it is to remind you of the sacrifice of your Scottish ancestors who would paint themselves blue and hide in a mud pit, breathing through a tube, and rise out of the muck to grapple with a passing Ulsterman. Shortbread is to remind you of the blue painted Scots who wait patiently in a tree to drop on unsuspecting passers by. They only had shortbread to eat while they waited. As for the tradition of whiskey, it is to remind the blue painted Scots of the difference between the whiskey oatmeal (which takes on the golden coloring of that elixir) and the 'thank you for open borders' yellow liquid oatmeal left in an empty, pillaged barn.
You should go to the Eaton's Center. It is like 800 A.D. all over again!
I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this. I care.
