So if you want me to believe you, Dad

 

So if you want me to believe you, Dad

that you always loved my late mother, there's one thing you can wash away:

At number 10, there's someone you're perfectly capable of throwing out

and

your Chrystia Freeland
your radio operator, who found refuge at number 10

I want an arrest warrant for her

I remind you that she reduced the woman you loved to eating from garbage, frozen accounts, mine too, for your bricks with my Canadian nationality

diplomatic

I'll believe you when I see it

in the meantime

one by one, all around you, including your own flesh and blood, on the cross of the Almighty Lord will abandon you on an oath of honor
mine
of
my
country

in the meantime, hurry because I am the centuries of dominant conquest!!!
and not you, when you don't know how to play, you don't play the game 

The End.