The Great War For Civilization
The meeting takes place in a room. The malignant stench of misunderstanding was palpable. There is no reasoning with “these” people. After all, they are not even really “people” to begin with. These “fuckers” are so low on the evolutionary scale that even the Animal Rights people have nothing but contempt for their pathetic, wretched...
On The Loneliness of Extraversion – LYP@H pt. 4
Last Sunday morning I slept until my eyes were ready to open, rearranged my apartment, ate cake for breakfast, and read online news in total silence. I did two loads of dishes, went for a walk and a short longboard ride, returned library books, and watched bike polo in the park. I then found my...
The Day
It’s coming. When I stepped outside a for my morning coffee a couple of days ago, I thought for a moment that it had already arrived. But we were a few degrees short of the mark. Nevertheless, I basked in the glorious sun, forgetting for a fleeting moment that it was early March in Canada....
Tears or Fears
When my grandmother died, I got mad at my mom. While I have great sympathy for those going through vulnerable periods in their lives, I don’t have much patience for bullshit. And here my mother was, crying hysterically after the service despite having shared detailed tales of animosity toward her parents with anyone who’d listen...
TTC Etiquette and The Tale of the Dodo
Day 1 Eastbound on the St. Clair streetcar from Oakwood, I feel as if I’m part of a pack of refugees desperately trying to claw their way onto the last caravan toward salvation. People push their way in through the back exit two stops in and, as the car is already packed, the latest additions...
Democracy Hereafter: Voices of Occupy Toronto – Day 1
When I got down to St. James Park on Saturday afternoon, I found that the first day of Occupy Toronto seemed to have more the atmosphere of a street festival than a political protest. There were the requisite samba squads providing relentless beats, tonnes of teenagers dancing, and more than a couple of spliffs being...
What I Learned about Cops at Nuit Blanche
It has taken me several attempts and more than 24 hours to begin to unpack some of the events that happened Saturday night in such a way that I may convey them to people who are not myself, were not where I was, and were not with me afterwards. This is about the best that...
Goodbye Jack
Working from home yesterday morning, I got a disturbing text from my boss. It informed me that Jack Layton had died. Unfortunately, the only “news source” I had readily available was SUN TV. While I was initially surprised at the level of sympathy and praise coming out of this far-right leaning station, I soon realized...
Get well Jack
As I walked into the break room this afternoon to grab a bottle of water, I caught a glimpse of Jack Layton out of the corner of my eye. A glimpse was all I could get, as sadly his health problems have manifested themselves in his physical appearance, leaving him pale and very thin. His...
Tale of a Scrutineer
This past May’s federal election was my first experience truly participating in democracy, beyond casting a ballot. I was volunteering at a polling station as a scrutineer; and at the risk of sounding uninformed, this was the first time I’d ever heard of a “scrutineer”. The word has a bit of a swashbuckling ring to...
Quiet Riot
One year after the riots that robbed us of our trust in our governing forces, 365 days since we were forced to question authority, and weeks after our sister city, Vancouver, reminded us of the power we as a people can muster, only now are our questions beginning to be (un)answered. There is a lot...
Christopher Hitchens is Dead. Wormfood. Gone.