Mankind ended last night.
I know, I know, you probably didn’t realize.
But it happened.
A world leader publicly pronounced it dead.
I’m not kidding. I wish I were.
There’s always a moment in every movement when someone tries so hard to be a part of it that they make a complete and utter politically correct plonker* of themselves.
In the new wave of modern feminism, the list of contenders for the coveted title of Chief PC Plonker is long and distinguished.
But now a clear winner has emerged in the form of Trudeau, the handsome young politician publicly drooled over by many of the same women who claim to find male objectification of female flesh so demeaning.