Charles Leblanc's Other Blog: November 2018

Now Charlie, anybody and everybody, with a modicum of intelligence at all, knows full well that “democracy”, or some sort of faxcimely there-of, just does not, even remotely, exist in this country. Not a snowball’s chance in hell. We go to the polls, elect those who are to “represent” us, and supposedly from that, come up with someone who is supposed to be the leader of all this bullshit. The leader, puppeteer, or whatever the hell he is, calls everyone together and says, now boys and girls, we all have to behave ourselves, do as we’re told, vote as we are supposed to vote, pick our noses when we are supposed to pick our nose, go for a pee when we are supposed to go for a pee, and otherwise, KEEP YER F----- MOUTH SHUT!!!! And as long as all the little children stood in line, everything was peachy.

Well, well, well, then out of the mighty, forbidden city of Saint John, and totally out of the blue, comes the candidacy of one Mr. Abel LeBlanc. And as Abel went about the business he was elected to do, the people of Saint John fell in love with him. Abel made it perfectly clear that he was there for one reason, and one reason only, TO REPRESENT THE PEOPLE!!!! To hell with the puppeteer, to hell with all his fellow puppets. I’m for my people. BAR NONE!!!!

And stand up for his people, he did. ADMIRABLY!!!! Abel stood for the little guy, the workin’ stiff, the longshoremen, YOU AND ME, and ta hell with you’re damn politics. If you don’t like the way I do things then shove it up your ass. Each to his own, let the chips fall where they may, kiss me arse, how’s it hangin’, man.

Never before in our history, Charlie, did we, or have we, ever, ever, ever, had ANYBODY who ever had the balls to speak the peoples language like Abel did. Not a bit afraid, was he, of standing up, nose to nose with some self-righteous asshole across the floor. He let him know, in no uncertain terms, what he could do, and where he could go, and , if he needed help, just where he could get it.

And one day, Charlie, our fair city of Fredericton will, most surely be graced with a most well earned and well deserved statue of our beloved Abel on the front lawn of MOI MAISON, THE PEOPLES HOUSE, posing in his most famous of all poses of delivering his salute of all salutes, to all his friends and colleagues across the floor.

DON’T YOU EVER LAUGH AT ME!!!! I’LL STEP OUTSIDE WITH ANY OF YOU’S!!!! YOU’RE A PUNK!!!!