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Saturday, 16 March 2019

Orphans are the luckiest.

Between Uncle Johnny using the whole horror that Friday unleashed on NZ as an excuse to make a bunch of islamophobic comments and jokes and Evelyn exciting mix of self-involvement and intense (often hypocritical) self-righteousness, I am seriously not in favour of family right now.

At least Ev means well, but is just a bit terrible at humaning (possibly even worse at it than I am, which is concerning).  The more it goes on the more certain I am that Johnny is just an awful person.


Fuck. Now Johnny is alternating between massively Islamophobic comments and declarations about how the “soft racism of liberals” is the only actual racism involved. Mostly in relation to Trudeau’s response.
And he huffs and sighs at anyone talking about protecting the Islamic community on the news.
He is so objectionable.

I find myself hoping he is insane, so there is an excuse.

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