I propose that I become Minister of Fashion, and I - and only I - will determine who wears what in this country. Burquas will not only be allowed, but required of any woman whose appearance would be improved by disappearance. Meanwhile, men who wear paraphernalia identifying themselves as Canuck fans will be sterilized and forced to wear dunce caps with a large Canuck's "C" on the top, so all will know of their crime, and shun them. And popping your collar or wearing a ball cap sideways will open you up to legal assassination by hand-picked elite teams of sniper bikini babes.
As long as we're dictating what people wear, we might as well not bother with any namby-pamby kind of fascism, and go right to total mind and body control. That's my theory.
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Better educated sadness than oblivious joy.
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