Not just any Canadian woman; a farm girl from Mount Forest.
Those Canadian farm girls get around, don't they? Who'd a thunk it? A local connection to the Tyrant of Tripoli, the Monster of the Maghreb.
I drive through Mount Forest all the time. Never think anything of it. Little did I realize there was a kindred spirit residing in one of those farm houses.
In the global perspective I'm pretty much next door neighbors with anyone from Mount Forest. And this gal is trying to spirit one of the Gadaffi clan into Mexico. Who knew?
Not me, that's for sure. And I'll let you in on a secret. I've got a gaggle of Gadaffi offspring hiding in the attic here at Falling Downs right now.
That's right. The old despot had a lot of offspring, and the ones that haven't been taken alive by our NATO rebels or dispatched to the great beyond by Hellfire missles are all keen to go to Mexico.
You can see why. Mexico. Failed state where anarchy reigns. The Gadaffis are going to feel right at home.
I know there's a lot of folks happy to help the former first family of Libya out because they want first dibs on the Gadaffi billions tucked away in secret bank accounts all over the known universe and beyond.
Not me. My deal with the Gadaffis up there in the attic is they clean up the bat shit and we're even Steven. I'll even deliver them to my buddy's cottage on the Detroit River, the guy with the 32 foot Trojan. He'll have them in Michigan in no time.
After that it's a Greyhound to Brownsville and off they go. Sure, they'll look kind of conspicuous climbing that border fence going the wrong way.
But by the time the Border Patrol types notice they'll be home free.
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