I can’t believe people are actually talking about how Alexandre Bissonnette felt guilty after the attack as if we should feel some sort of remorse for him.
The man (a terrorist) planned and executed an attack that murdered 6 innocent people and injured many more. It’s not like he pushed someone down the stairs in the middle of an argument then instantly felt guilt for his actions.
I don’t give a shit if he was a university student. I don’t give a shit if he felt bad for what he did. I don’t give a shit about him being a normal little white boy. He is a terrorist and he murdered innocent people. The freaking end.
A Trudeau family photo that bleeds patriotism. You can almost see the sugar from the Timbits smeared on the faces of the children and smell the Molson Canadian lingering on PE’s breath. I imagine Margaret smells like maple syrup or baked McIntosh apples.
Margaret Trudeau [Margaret Joan Sinclair; 09.10.48]
Margaret Trudeau is a Canadian author and former “First Lady”. When she was only 18 she met Pierre Elliott Trudeau, future Prime Minister of Canada, who caused the phenomenon Trudeaumania. Pierre was captivated by her flower child style and carefree personality. They married in 1971 and had three children; Justin (current Canadian Prime Minister/Liberal Party Leader), Alexandre “Sacha” and Michel. Trudeau was a frequent visitor of Studio 54 and was well acquainted with three of The Rolling Stones; Ronnie Wood, Keith Richards and Mick Jagger. Shortly after spending a weekend with the Stones in 1977, Margaret divorced Pierre. This caused a lot of controversy and vicious rumours although Margaret denies having any romantic or sexual affair with any of the Stones.
After the divorce Margaret struggled with stress, depression and bipolar disorder–especially since Pierre won custody of their children and did not pay spousal support. She has since became a spokesperson for mental illness awareness, even publishing a book Changing My Mind.
“Margaret Trudeau was twenty-two and [Pierre] Trudeau was fifty-one when they got married. It was a bit like Sinatra and Mia Farrow–the power and the flower child. And now Trudeau’s bride–and this was exactly their sixth wedding anniversary–was seen walking in our corridors in a bathrobe. So the story was that she had left him. She had, in fact, moved into the room next to Ronnie, and they were hitting it off really well, or, as Ronnie put it so nicely in memoirs, ‘We shared something special for that short time.’ She flew to New York to escape the publicity, but Mick flew to New York as well, so it was assumed they too were an item. Worse and worse. She was a groupie, that’s all she was, pure and simple. Nothing wrong with that, but you shouldn’t be a Prime Minister’s wife if you want to be a groupie” - Keith Richards, Life.
“In the eyes of the world my weekend with the Rolling Stones was the freedom trip to end all freedom trips. […] To the journalists and newspapers of the world, my escapade was yet another example of what a wicked wife I had become; flaunting my infidelities in Pierre’s face.”