10- Farewell Montrealers-Montrealers

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I have already been in love with the city of Montreal both by the city and by its inhabitants. But that time is behind since Montrealers believed that he could seize the rest of Quebec to achieve their social project. Many times, Montrealers shouted from the rooftops that the rest of Quebec understood nothing of Quebec and that we had to be evangelized. Poor little me… I have 21 years of schooling and I don't understand… neither does my neighbor. We're going to have to sit down on the school benches to take “comprehension 101” courses. I heard from the spouse of a Montreal sculptor that the weapon of artists was art. Does this mean that the other pros will be able to furnish firearms or bladed weapons. It's disarmingly logical or perhaps a bit gypsy… well… well. Politics, sports, cinema, theatre, shows, television, and so on, have become the “comfortable places” of these pseudo-Montrealers. How can we believe these proselytes of the tabarnak, the stie or the kalice who, after their show, only grant their sexual favors to the groupies of rue St-Denis. How can you believe the demagogues of the written or audiovisual press who only emit far more opinions than information. “You're not sick of killing yourselves…cellar gang”. When these montrealos expatriate “in regions”… expressions consecrated by these montrealos… to give theatrical, political and even sporting performances, no one can rebel against this invasion. When the opposite occurs, the Montreal pseudo-elite cries out loud and clear against the invasion because these Montrealers are deprived of their jobs. Devil… what the hell is not to hear. I propose a small marvel and everyone will be happy. The partition of the island of Montreal. Yes, yes ... the separation of these Montrealers from the rest of Quebec. They want the separation of Quebec, they will have it. As for the rest of Quebec, they will have peace since they will be free to live in peace and to invite foreigners into their homes without hearing a cry. Maybe you will be invited. You will have your doctored passport... your "made USA" currency... your one-of-a-kind taxes... you will pay for your (water) expenses... you will be responsible for your (CHUM) construction sites... and the icing “on the sunday”, we leave you your street gangs, your blue and white collars (you only have the red ones left)... your $100,000 bus drivers... your subway that “stalls” on every street corner … true happiness, what! And long live a free Quebec… of Montrealers-Montrealers.

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