Update: It got cancelled YET AGAIN.
Well, for the first time since 2018, sodomites are again taking to the streets to march to desperately try and convince you of the big lie: that they are "born that way" and didn't choose a disgusting lifestyle choice which they can be cured of.
Which in theory should mean for the first time since 2018 I got to make the greatest semiannual joke in history:
I thought the AIDS Walk was in September!
Of course, for five years (something about trannies and police) the poofters couldn't figure out how to march without "excluding" somebody somehow. And in that time, if you can believe it, the AIDS walk managed to die off. I guess it must have been pillow biting with the wrong other parade or something.
In the meanwhile, the Evil Edmonton Uranists Club (EEUC, the same sound we make when they try to talk to us and those long "s" sounds leave spittle on our jacket) moved their thing from early June to late August, until they suddenly realize the problem with spreading their ranks and/or perianal region too thin.
So yet again, they march, because when deep down you know your brain really is broken and the perversions you have adopted are unquestionably wrong and immoral, you have to seek and demand endless external validation before you decide that a life of ass piracy can only be cured with a sharp object pressed lovingly and firmly into your own wrists.
The best part is, it's still not enough. San Fransisco, hide it as best they can, has one of the worst suicide rates in the Western world. Even when faggots surround themselves with fellow fudge packers, and receive nothing but endless praise and support, it still isn't enough to stop them from realizing they have made a wicked choice and choosing to escape it through the grave!
As is the case of all mental health problems, pederasty drives people to suicide. Cure the disease (or at least treat it: try to make them talk a tle less effeminately just for a fun change of pace), and then you solve the problem. Refuse to cure the disease, or march down the street saying how awesome it is that you are diseased and that your child molesting urges are just a wonderful part of the tapestry of who you really are, and then your mind and soul will continue to wither and die and become unworthy of being designated as human until the point where you realize its only your flesh which hasn't kept pace.
Bonus absolutely not related I don't know why you would think that oh wait nevermind of course you spotted the connection immediately: as the social contagion phenomenon is making more and more kids think they're either tinkerbells or trannies, and as "awareness and funding for mental health" continues to climb, the suicide rate keeps on getting worse.
The more you march, the faster you die.
Don't stop in the afternoon, keep walking until you hit Winnipeg. Then we'll need to worry no more about your sperm burping advocacy.
