A super heavyweight embarrassed by the little contest offered to him in the Master’s ring, somewhat like a giant on a track and field, perhaps six foot six looking on his left, feeling embarrassed that he has to race against the midget.

The giant looking at the midget, pointing the finger saying: “As if you are a match to me.” somewhat like the story of the hare and the tortoise.  So as the hare, this six-foot-six giant decided: “I’m in the race but I could take a little nap.  This is no match.”  Now imagine all the people who sponsored the giant, who admitted publicly that had he known that the tortoise was so fast, he would have never slept.  Is he going to give back the sponsor al the money that they entrusted to him for victory? 

I guess the giant behaved as a peacock.  Now the little man on the left, smiling away, looking at the giant as if his head was in the clouds though he was big wanted to run for fun, never expecting to beat the giant.  Humanly, it’s not possible but he decided to give it his best.  And as we know, the midget won.

When we look at the giant, that we could call a scandal, a Liberal scandal to his sponsors because they put their bets on him.  Perhaps for patronage issue - doesn’t it look like it?  And they’ve been deceived, because the giant said: “I was sleeping, I was sure to win.”  But you see the little man had more faith.  A voice told him before the race: “Be not caught sleeping” but he wasn’t.  Now the sleeping giant (like in Thunder Bay) is roaring, looking for work and now his friendly male lesser companion, “loverboy” (Did you know that Lamoureux means “loverboy”?) says: “Don’t worry big brother I’ll give you a job.”  And you see the giant now by another Ottawa scandal and the Liberal machine trying to pick up a sleeping giant and give him a place of honour in Parliament.  By the way, we must be bilingual in this letter, so let us rite in French parliament in the way a man would not know now to write it:  “parle-ment” which means speak & lie.

The Liberals are wanting to find out where they went wrong.  You could get twenty midgets for the cost of one giant.  And since we say that two hears are better than one, how about all the heads of the nation?  That’s what you call being Liberal, by conserving energy, sort of being Conservative.

But remember, you the Conservatives, do not treat the nation as man treats woman, playing the harp over, before her.  So don’t harp her, your mother nation because you will be playing with daggers somewhat like a communist sign. 

What do we do now?  Let us start cleaning it, the mess of the busted boils before you look for new ones.  Then we could say together: “O Canada!” and to celebrate we could say perhaps July 1st, “Santa Maria, Nina, get-a the Pinta!”  All is well.  Canada was mal-roney and it’s not in being the bon Chretien that we are a nation.  It is living the truth with all people that have like in another race made bets on you.  Why don’t we unify by stopping the horsing around?  Then we will have track and field for all people, where everyone will win to the measure of his or her input.  What matters is to participate. 

When a midget will never beat a giant, but a giant shouldn’t prey on the midget.  He should help him.  That is being like handicap to each other, always looking at what’s in it for me.  So the midget has to take his chances and he did.  So let’s help him be fair to all the people in Winnipeg South.  Liberal or Conservative.  The little man could deliver by reaching out to the siblings of the sleeping giant.  Let the thunder roar.

Greetings unto you all from the Master of All, creator of all reaching out for the limping giants to learn how to walk again by being born again to a new way of thinking.

Greetings Canada,

Your friendly Master.  Peace be with you.

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