Today saw the 49th shooting death in Toronto this year. Ho hum, you might say, except that this one occurred about 200 yards from my house, and at almost exactly the same spot from which Holly Jones was snatched in 2003.
This is what Toronto gets for electing a mayor who did not run on crime, but on a bridge and his hair – not necessarily in that order. Next year will be David Miller’s much-touted “Year of Culture” presumably culminating in his glorious re-election in November. Leaving aside the slightly fascistic notion of governments deciding what culture is, what exactly will this bread-and-circuses-inspired extravaganza do for the quality of life for any Torontonians save Miller’s artsy friends?
I’m sick of the socialists, I’m sick of the crime, I’m sick of people leaving garbage and dog shit on my lawn, and I’m sick of the TTC. With any luck I’ll be moving to the 905 next year and leave it all behind.
2 comments:
"a bridge and his hair..."
brilliant
Amen, sister!
I've often mused that there's nothing in T.O. that couldn't be fixed with a good levelling.
A modern-day Sodom & Gomorrah without the consequences...
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