This is a post about one of the most undeservedly recognized symbol of Canada.
This is a creature - a terrible, ridiculous and useless creature.
No, I’m not talking about our former prime minister - Prime Minister Turdrope.
Though the Drama teacher is likely a close second.
No,
I’m talking about the scourage known as Canada Geese.
AKA?
Shit Chickens.
I do not no a place that these hissing, biting overly pro creating creatures have settled where the locals are either proud nor happy about their presence.
Where ever they go?
The grounds below them become guano a go go.
Entire parks be come a no no for those with mobility issues.
Once you slip in one pile of greasy goose goo, the fun just doesn’t stop.
And when they show up by a like near you?
Neither the shitting nor the breeding stops.
The nasty little fuckers were never a native species in Nova Scotia.
Some dirty little upper Canadian puke introduced them to the area.
Now?
Now with no natural predators and sympathetic Citidiots the motherfuckers are thriving.
They bite kids and ruin lakes.
Oh I can hear what the fucking duck fuckers are saying:
You can’t kill them, they mate for life. It’s psychological torture.
Fuck that.
Have you ever been bit by one of those shit factories?
They are not nice. They are big dirty fucking roasts a short stint away from the pot.
There was a wave of immigration in the early eighties to Toronto.
Laura says that when these people arrived, the raccoon problem went away from a while.
There was a lot of free meat roaming the streets it seems.
Now?
There are a lot of new Canadians here these days.
Is it too much to ask that they do something about the geese?
What nations have a tradition of hunting and cooking geese? Can we sponsor some families?
I will personally drive them to the lake and bring the butter.