The foul stench of oppression
I have never been so outraged as I am right now. Even the sunlight coming through my office window does not warm my hands, and I cannot really enjoy cloud watching as much as I normally do at work. As an activist, and a progressive, I am filled with care and concern for the most downtrodden and hard done by in our racist, oppressive society. Even more so that they are not getting the administrative support for their caregivers that they deserve. My left eyebrow is twitching, and even my afternoon tumbler of Jack Daniels is emptied and ignored. I do not have the strength to fetch my assistant to fetch me another. I am upset.
Like all progressives, I prefer to read the office copy of The Toronto Star that you taxpayers buy. At home, I subscribe to the National Post, for superior insight for my investments. And what a bucketful of outrage there was in the paper today.
Read this article about the stench in Toronto * . Shocking, is it not? I am glad that the Red Star does not cover the negative aspects of the strike, as this would not fit the narrative of ‘all leftists good, all non-leftists bad’. And this article is full of bad, which is bad.
Mira Soliman lives near the Ted Reeve arena at Danforth and Main. I used to live near there, before socialism took away my job. Now comrade Soliman can live close to the gangbanger apartments on Danforth at Main. I hope her children are learning hip hop in mathematics class, and her daughter can correctly conjugate the verb ‘ho’, for she will need to know this to get an education in Toronto. As for her complaints about being a screwed over taxpayer, she should cut out that sort of talk. Taxspenders do not like it. In the interest of free speech, she should STFU, as the Crips gang who live upwind of her say.
And as for the paradise of Moss Park, lefties normally only mention it in regard to the horrible murders that occur there, and do not normally mention all the money, government money, that has gone into making is so attractive to the people who go there. By day, public works workers, social workers, and needle exchange picker-upers, and by night, whores, pimps, and drug salespersons. Too bad the once beautiful park (as it was in the days of Orange Toronto), has turned into a diseased place of corruption and evil. Then came the garbage strike, to make it smelly, too. If only Moss Park could become the tranquil place it was back in the days of Orange Toronto, back when there was no social spending, but have it tranquil but with lots of social spending. It is sad, however much more is spent of other peoples money, it still gets worse. My cheque cashing hand gets sore just thinking about it.
Then there is this gem of an article * . Of course it is not politically correct. Nasser Obsieh is obviously not a white Christian. Mentioning that this person is collecting a state pension for madness, when madness is supposed to prevent you from immigrating, is not sticking to the narrative. Poo poo on the Post.
Tuberculosis. I have mentioned frequently the prevalence of TB in Toronto. But only as a means to increase social spending. So what is the Post doing mentioning the widespread existance of this disease without a plug for more community centers, free ballet shoes, or safe injection sites at homes for unwed mothers? And mentioning that all these diseased people are off coughing in a fast food line is really not the image that a progressive, an activist, or whatever the aristocratic elite like to call themselves this day, like to present. To think that the scruff beside you in the pizza parlour is a raging vector for plague is not the image of cute and fundsworthy that the perfumed and highly pensioned no-workers of the taxspending enabler class wish to present.
Toronto, the city of light, harvesting the rewards of billions of years of inadequate social spending.
I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this
xpd Mitchieville, DustMyBroom
July 14th, 2009 at 5:55 pm
Ah yes, the Ted Reeve arena. I played many a hockey game there when I was a child. Great memories.
Say, have you noticed Mayor Miller decided to use mostly arenas and parks to store the city’s waste, yet he left alone all the midnight basketball courts?
July 14th, 2009 at 8:30 pm
Yikes, Mayor, putting the trash there would have a number of real world negative effects:
Diseases, such as those bourne by rats (especially ones sickened by a partial dose of mustard gas) would easily be transmitted to those most vulnerable communities served by midnight basketball.
Crime would spread, in that the oppressed youth that normally do their blood sport of selling drugs, prostitution, fencing of stolen goods, theft, robbery, rape, and murder, would journey to other locales. Like that nice malls that still flourish in backwaters in Toronto. Gangbangers have a dislike of stench (which you can derive from their non-heteronormative, raised by Momma and the twelve Uncles, taste for perfumes and scents) and, like roaches driven out by light, would simply flee to less stinky areas.
Tribalism would be aggravated. Migrant groups, displaced by stench and seeking out areas to act out their anger at the lingering effects of colonialism in Africa. Unfortunately, these areas are already populated by bourgeois, and not white cultural either. These tribes will react in pattern with their cultural backgrounds. These areas have varying cultural responses to invasions by criminals. And very few are white enough to welcome them with welfare cheques and social workers with boxed lunches. How will the Italians of Woodbridge react? The Chinese of Markham? The Indians of Gerrard and Coxwell?
So there you have the reasons why the wise Mayor Miller is not dumping garbage in the midnight basketball courts. Ultimately, he does not have enough armed troops and prison camp capacity to deal with this dormant problem. Currently dormant. Kinda like a seed, er, seeds have been planted.
Long ago, white men, now dead, said that having rats in your city was bad. Maybe they were right, and after all those times when they were proved right, it might still be right. And if they were right about rats (or the generic ‘vermin’ class injunction against ‘vermin’ in cities), maybe they were right about other things they said.
July 15th, 2009 at 5:13 am
Being right is one thing, but isn’t it more important to feel good about being right? Or even being wrong but feeling good about it?
You are correct, Miller made the right decision to stick the garbage where the hockey moms hang out and not where the gangbangers perform their community service. I suppose he didn’t want an uprising, and hockey moms are no threat. So what if little Billy is going to get bitten by vermin as he laces his skates. At least he’ll fit the narrative.