Three Little Dipshits
August 30, 2025
This afternoon, while the NOTL outlet mall, I spotted three DWAMs™.
First was this DWAM™ taking orders at the Bourbon St. Grill. She was undoubtedly doing everything to “protect” herself against all those viruses customers were bringing in from all over the GTA. Not only was the parking lot full of cars from GTA dealerships, but there were several tour buses from Toronto. So many, in fact, that someone was outside staffing the group tour check-in booth. And we know what a hotspot Toronto has been for viruses. So even though she’s undoubtedly fully “vaccinated,” she was taking no chances on a stray virus that might escape the protective shield of Pfizer’s toxic potion.
Next up was this guy taking out the garbage. He had the dipshit mask pulled up so close to his eyes, it’s a wonder he could see. Maybe that’s why he needed the glasses, I thought. That and offering another line of protection against rampant viruses which might target his eyes.
But the saddest case was the third one, who was ahead of me in line at the convenience store in the food court. Wearing an N95 medical-grade dipshit mask, he was purchasing $50 worth of lottery tickets, freely handing over his money to the same government which perpetrated this fraud against him, leaving both his immune system and brain fatally compromised. In effect, it was like watching a Jew in Hitler’s Germany giving money to the NSDAP.
As he took his lottery tickets, I could only wonder why he bothered. Even if he won the big jackpot, it’s not going to do him a shitload of good, since he's almost certainly shot up with about a dozen boosters and thus not long for this world.
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