please don't arrest me, mr. harper. I will keep your kitteny secret

[crantz]

This is the man who runs my country. His name is Stephen Harper.

I have long had the pet theory that he's actually a robot, to lead into the explanation to why this picture unsettles me because there's some serious uncanny valley vibes coming off that smile.

The kitten seems pretty chill, however. Why?

Me and annlarimer explore this idea.

Ann: Maybe the kitten uses him as a vessel, through which it governs. The way that cockroach used to ride around on Robert Byrd's shoulder.
Me: He's a bunch of tiny kittens in a Harper suit. That would explain the fucking evil streak, actually.
Ann: Harper thinks of nothing but murder all day.

Oh, also, I finally adapted to Tim Horton's coffee. So I'm putting that down with 'Will on reflex try to one up anyone talking about the weather where they are with Manitoba's current hell temperature' to my list of Canadian achievements.

Comments

[gloss]

OH MY GOD THAT PICTURE IS WHAT CUTS ARE FOR AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

:D

[crantz]

True fact: I'm trying to use trauma to make sure people can recognize our prime minister from now on.

[gloss]

I guess that's a good idea. *trembling*

[crantz]

I hope when they close their eyes tonight, they see him. THEY SEE HIM AND THEY SEE THAT SMILE.

(I apologize for raging in your journal. I was still !! over the twitterfight)

[gloss]

I KNOW I WILL SEE HIM.

Please don't apologize! I'm sorry you had to deal with that assholery and I'm glad you feel comfortable in my journal, you know? I'm running behind on things this morning, that's the only reason I haven't replied yet. ♥

[crantz]

Okay, now while you see him, you will also faintly hear muffled little mews.

I like your journal. It's always a good read.