Idiot Portuguese Unwanted

 People, have written back to me in codified formula's, how much they despise the truth behind Marco Almeida's journey through time and space.

It was just so recently, that unimaginably sound Marco spoke of an isolated event which introduces a reflective light on insolent self-Canadian values. (Myself as a Canadian, which spoke of our ill-advised monotheistic tendencies against a specific group or gender.)

So, in the events which took place since that time, I have encountered a brief but short-lived pragmatic hypocritical validation, which completely validates how much I took pride in referring to myself as "CANADIANS ARE DOUCHE BAGS".

^In fact, some guy I know took such offense, that I was able to quickly re-offend my OWN position, speaking AS myself "A DOUCHE BAG" Cnd. regarding OTHER Canadians. This of course lead us down a slippery slope to no better avail, than we agreed not to agree. (Note; AGREEING to DISAGREE is a NON-SEQUITUR in that matter, therefore one cannot agree to disagree against an argument where my premises followed directly to a conclusion. THE NON-SEQUITUR is commited only if the premise fail to follow to conclusion.)

So, rather than say Marco is a Cnd Douche Bag. (IMO revealing unfavorable factoids of Cnds in general,) became THE OTHER persons way of cleverly trying to dismiss how I am NOT Cnd, in fact how I've spoken in terms as an EX-PATRIOT of language used AGAINST MYSELF. How it is any wonder, only a philosopher of Canadian (MY) generation, could so keep a narrative in my back pocket so to speak. Just brilliant.

Sure, I know people, somehow that unknown to myself ran risk in attributing my language as HATE SPEECH, when my intent was to detail a heightened sense of awareness (. . .which most are quick to judge my rationale per se.)

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Tonight, I was sitting in Papa Georges.

The waitress is lovely - I've had the privilege of meeting her before. (Long story shortened. . .)

Some (there are three) individuals were seated at a table in the same room I was. They were acting noisy, with disrespect toward the entire female population in the room. (Myself choosing to become part of the female contingent.) Lewd gestures, commentary degrading to the victims.

As I approached the washroom, I heard one of the three speaking a language I am fluent in.

As I came back, I commented in Portuguese how I did not appreciate the vernacular they (yes THEY - THEY) used against me in my mother tongue.

This caught them off guard.

I continued to ask them what the trouble was, that they should stop.

I was told that they "were not afraid", and that "there were three as opposed to one" being myself the lone ranger.

To that end, I provided no remorse for that challenge brought against me, as I was warned repeatedly how unafraid this group was against the lone Canadian. I reminded them I spoke Portuguese, that they were out of line.

This did not sit well with them, which to my surprise, grew more threatening toward me.

I proceeded to tell the same individuals, that I was not scared, that I would kick (their Portuguese) asses.

So, none of them obliged. That was before I had water thrown in my direction, from which the glass was thrown, hitting me someplace on my body. It wasn't particularly violent enough for me to warrant self-defense. (There, I was already in defensive operation, I accuse the three of provoking me.)

I did not move from my seat.

All three of the assailants stood up simultaneously, they were demanded to leave the premises.

As they left, one of the Portuguese individuals pointed his fingers at me as if to shoot a gun.

I sat there.

They proceeded to Noir a bar next door. There they asked a group of five, made of one east-indian, another east-indian in a wheel chair, a female wearing a Brazil jacket, a native (dark-skinned) east-indian, and a white male.

As I finished my coffee, the east indian (non-paraplegic/non darker skin) nodded at me five times in succession, as if to note I should fear him for some apparent reason unknown to me. Although I did see the same individuals speaking to the Portuguese males who had previously left the establishment outside.

I paid. I left the restaurant.

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Marco Almeida felt Canadian. I am a Canadian Douche Bag (as I stated early this week.) I'm not sure anyone CHOSE to believe me.

The Portuguese Idiots must have agreed with me.

You see - if the Portuguese idiots did nothing to agree with me, then I'd have really thought about being a very scary Cnd. Douche Bag. After all - I'm the person that gives myself all the credit, until somebody takes it away. You know the type - those that rather force you to pay them.

Fuck those little Portuguese bastards, always pretending they were going to force me, a fully-grown Canadian to pay them out so not to engage.

They were all little kids, but speaking as a Cnd I fear for their lives now. =================

There are very - very few people in my life that have the intelligence to read this short description and know exactly what I mean by it.^ Those are the ones I know have a trained eye, with no need for divine intervention.
Jesus Christ was I drunk when I wrote that.

In hindsight, I must say standing up to a bunch of Portuguese idiots merits protecting a sweet Cnd girl. I wasn't going to tolerate it.

I love it how I've had 2 glasses thrown at me in less than a week.