Seriously, what in the blue hell is the problem with these Chester folk?! I understand that you think you’re shit don’t stink, but you could jump in a rose bush & come out smelling like a hot steaming pile of monkey feces! GO HOME! No, no, no… just GO AWAY! Have you ever wondered why seagulls fly upside down over Chester?! Because there isn’t anything there worth shitting on! —Angry Chesterbater

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  1. Jealous much that you can’t afford a summer cottage/home in Chester? Go back to your public housing.

  2. Avast0, that’s the problem with having the Chinese buy up so much of America’s debt. If a P.L.A. Naval Academy grad wants to motorboat an ex-president, there ain’t thing one poor old George can do about it. >: (

  3. Why do you have such a hate on for Chester? The town is gorgeous, the people are so friendly, except maybe the rich americans that have their summer homes there.. but other than that, Chester is a strong, happy, and upbeat village. Maybe you’re just not good enough to appreciate the beauty surronding it.

  4. ahh it’s the muskoka/hamptons of NS.. well they’re most likey better than you anywho..just say’n.. 🙂

  5. This is a pretty good bitch. I’ll give it a 6.5 out of ten for the upside-down seagulls, even though the whole thing doesn’t make a lot of sense. The hot steaming pile of monkey feces adds something to it too, but with a little more elaboration on the motivation behind the bitch you could get that rating up to a 7.5 or 8.

  6. CHESTERMAN: THE HALIFAX OVERCLASS

    Ah, Chester. Now we’re talking. What we’re talking about is, of course, the Halifax Overclass. But “Chesterbaiter” doesn’t seem to realize that there’s Chester and then there’s …. CHESTER! The former are just the “up and comers” but the real Chesterman lives on The Point across the causeway. That’s where you get the real summer mansions, the real “Old Halifax Money.” But who, you ask, is Chesterman?

    In addition to living in the right part of the South End (there’s the south end and then there’s the SOUTH END) and being born into Old Money, Chesterman has attended exclusive private schools in Ontario (think Ashbury Collegiate) or the U.S. (think Choate), then graduated from Dal Law school having joined an apropriate fraternity (think Sigma Chi), then entered dad’s old – at least three generations – established law firm (think of a corner office with a view of the harbour), joined the right clubs (think the Halifax Club, the Waegwoltic Club), married into an appropriate family to a female with a comparable pedigree(think Vassar), takes his regular winter vacations on the right Carribean Islands (think Eulethera) but, with the arrival of summer, returns to his spacious veranda on his Chester cottage where he sips the appropriate cocktails. It’ll soon be time for an intimate dinner for eight matched, of course, with the best vintages of the Bordeaux Grands Crus (think Chateau Margaux 1927). Sadly (or maybe not so sadly) “Chesterbaiter,” like the rest of the Halifax Underclass, won’t be invited.

    Let’s raise a toast to Chesterman!

    A pleasure as always.

    Cheerio!

  7. ah, the dislike of rural folks. gotta love this city. you know what o.p., if not for rural types, like farmers and dairy people, you would starve and die of thirst soon enough. what the hell is wrong with chester anyway, aside from the limp that he has, oh, sorry, a flashback there.

  8. I’ll gnaw on their bones in the long, dim twilight when civilization’s fall has turned their mansions into hovels and their children into beggars.

  9. Why the hate-on for Chester? It’s a nice place, and I know people who live there who aren’t snooty OR American.

  10. What we went to private schools (fhcs) is private ? Who do you think you are . Did a Chester boy go home with your girlfriend or mom? Are you a bit wee in the pants ? You have a sad life.

  11. There used to be a fortune under the waves. Now the fortune lies hidden in foreign bank accounts, doing the bidding of its Chestermaster, whilst the hungry children of fishers scrape by, combing a leeward shore for the remains of the fortune that is no more.

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