Why Lack of School and Too Much TV Don't Mix

So I was watching the news today ( I have time for that now!) and I had a " No shit!" moment. As most of you know the pope is in Palestine. He's basically telling the Israelis to back off. What I'm getting from the opinions of the west is they're kinda like " well if the pope says so he's probably got a good reason". This is where I feel pretty lucky I escaped the whole Catholicism thing. What people seem to have forgotten is that this guy was a hilter baby. He's probably in that group of ex Nazis that pretend the whole holocaust thing that never happened and the rest of the world came up with the nasty rumour because they were jealous that the Germans invented the Volkswagen and they didn't. Following that train of logic ( Bear with me on this one) Pope Benedict probably just thinks the Jews are batshit insane with crazy imaginations so he sides with the Palastinians. Now when it comes to the Abrahamic religions I stay out of it generally speaking because it's all the same shit. So I really don't have an opinion on the Israel/ Palastine thing. I love my Jews and make jokes at their expense but that's about as in to it as I go. So my comment on this is to just remind everyone that Benedict was being groomed for SS so maybe he shouldn't be influencing anyone's decision on the matter. Go ask the Dalai Lama what he thinks, he's cool, he swears.

Dog, Plant, Blender

How do those relate? Those are my incentives to come back to my parents place. I'm so upset about having to move. I don't think anyone can fully comprehend how much I love Toronto and how much it's killing me to leave. Everything is down here. My career, my culture, my god damned blue banana..., my friends. Back home I'm the weird one because I'm one of those "Artsy Folk". Yesterday I got bored so I wandered around Kensington Market and went out for dinner in Little portugal and I was half tempted to find some new fabrics down in the Fashion District. To re-enact that in hicvkille I would have to bum around the upper canada mall, eat at some dirty mom and pop bakery in bradford and drive to walmart so i can hit the craft section. Where is the poetry in that?! ...And there are large carnivorous dogs in the walking trails...

But anyway my family is there, my dog is there and when I find an appartment I'm getting a fish and keeping him in a specially rigged blender and his name will be francois the angry german.