Comments on: The Contest Thusfar

By: Simone Cohen Scott

Simone Cohen Scott — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 01:17:39 +0000

Slogan: DARE TO BE POLITICALLY INCORRECT

This could be with or without: READ MARK STEYN

I think the first line is worth promoting, even without promoting the columnist.

Another idea: LONG LIVE ORIANA FALLACI

By: Jeremy

Jeremy — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 17:44:51 +0000

Canadian “Human Rights”
100% Guaranteed!

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How’s my stalking?
1-800-JADEWARR

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Save the Lawyers!
Sue the “racists”.

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Free Speech!
(except for the meanies)

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Got Mark?

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By: Chris Chan

Chris Chan — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 05:09:43 +0000

Richard Warman and the CHRC’s:

Because “Human Rights” means always having to say you’re sorry.

By: Chris Chan

Chris Chan — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 04:58:15 +0000

What’s the difference between the lottery and being called to a Human Rights Commission Tribunal?

You have a chance in hell at winning the lottery.

By: Chris Chan

Chris Chan — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 04:45:00 +0000

This T-shirt has been censored by Richard Warman.

By: greg

greg — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 23:05:07 +0000

T-Shirt Idea:
Front side: FreeMarkSteyn.com
I’m MS and I’m not here to bail you out
Back Side: FreeGovernmentSign.com
I’m with the Federal gvt. and I’m here to help bail you out

By: Skip Engle

Skip Engle — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 22:36:30 +0000

A Big Buick’s license plate frame. “Ask me about why my grandchildren are all named Mohammad”.

By: Steynianism 111.5 « Free Mark Steyn!

Steynianism 111.5 « Free Mark Steyn! — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 22:22:51 +0000

[...] ~ FMS CONTEST .. DYING MOMENTS .. ENTER OR MISS OUT! [...]

By: KMGreene

KMGreene — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 22:18:39 +0000

Competition Entry

By: KMGreene

KMGreene — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 22:16:27 +0000

The Mayor’s Tale by Geoffrey Chaucer

Whan that Yeltsin bolde hys chaunce didde takke,
The coup didde faile, and Russyan polytyk didde quakke.
A toper copious he, as Godde wot, by anye stretche,
A lovere of the sac, he ended up a wretche.

A newe Boris doth crosse oure firmamente,
Comedyan of the boxxe, and, straungely, eke in Parlamente.
A Scholar of ye Classics, as is hys bente,
Giveth he uppe, each year, Gaffes for Lente.

A manne of prodygyous appetyte,
Whan on a byke, he is a syghte,
Than carres (eke gyrles) do see their plyghte,
And on the instant do takke flyghte.

Some of those Flete Strete scribes,
So loyalle to theire bribes,
Thisse idea theye like to scattere,
Happenso he is madde as a hattere.

Butte Londoneres shrewde do knowe
Suche complayntes theye muste forgoe,
There is onlie one thinge that doth mattere,
They must have a Mayore who is fattere.