What do you get when you put four Newfoundlanders together and tell them to write a ten thousand word essay on the Bloc Quebecois?
A mess is what you get. A sad and pathetic mess.
We might be Political Science majors, but none of us have ever lived in Quebec. We don’t speak fluent French. And we definitely do not support separatism (unless it was Newfoundland doing the separating).
We think Gilles Duceppe is scary. That having a population density of 4750.8 people per square kilometre is incomprehensible. And that a poutine with Celine Dion’s face on the side is our best option for passing the class.
By the end of this we’ll cry for mercy. And the class can go suck a you-know-what if they plan on tearing apart our presentation like they did that aboriginal’s group.
AT LEAST WE DIDN’T PICK A WHITE MALE RUNNING FOR THE LIBERAL PARTY YOU LAZY KEENERS.
I am worried. I am not finished. And I am not baking cookies.