Rob Ford's Horrible Animal Farm Story

Well I suppose it was inevitable that Rob Ford's City Hall would turn into yet another Con version of Animal Farm.

With the hero of the Ford Nation morphing into another bully Napoleon, who waddles around on his hind legs, sucks back Red Bulls, and can't take no for an answer.

He said he could find close to $2 billion in the city budget without the average citizen noticing. He could do it without cutting services. “Guaranteed,” he said.

Turns out he can’t find vats of savings. Easy money. The KPMG consultants he brought in to sniff out the fat have filed their findings and the savings would have to come from real services that people use and cherish.

In short, Mayor Rob Ford’s credibility is shot, shredded, blown to bits — victim of his excessive rhetoric and unsubstantiated claims.

Golly. What a horrow show. But you've got to admit it's quite an ANIMAL story eh?

The other day the Fordzilla  was accused of flipping the bird at a woman and her young daughter. Today he was accused by another woman of suggesting she's a female dog.

And now his penguin Budget Chief is suggesting that Hogtown might raise some money by harvesting the animals at the city's tiny  children's zoo.

The politician in charge of Toronto’s finances is unwilling to take any cost-cutting options off the table, suggesting there is money to be found in unexpected places, including the pigs and chickens at Riverdale Farm.

OMG. Since they already sell eggs at the farm, will the poor petting cow be next?

Will the old horse be sent to the glue factory...or worse? I mean can you IMAGINE what a Ford Burger might look like? I can. *Shudder*

One pound of cow/horse beef, between two slabs of pork, floating in half a bucket of gravy. Because nobody ever called him classy eh? Just crass, vulgar, and DUMB.

Like all those people who voted for him. The ones we now call Ford's fools. Because if they lose anymore I.Q. points we are going to have to water them. Thanks a lot IDIOTS.

Oh boy. It's not easy to live on Fordzilla's Farm.

But this too is true. The day we get our act together and drive that homophobic hog from power, the people will be dancing in the streets.  And down at the children's zoo.

Even the chickens will be celebrating...



But while we wait for that happy day to arrive...

Enjoy your weekend eh?

Because it's going to be a long four years...

Rex Smurphy, the Mosque, and the Street Car

As you know I am not a fan of Rex Smurphy. I consider him a ghastly tea bagger who regurgitates Con talking points out of every orifice in his tiny body.

An absurd climate change denier and Harper Tweedle Dumb whose apparent popularity makes me wonder whether this country is populated by idiots easily impressed by big words.

And this recent column in the National Post made me want to vomit.

Because it was so outrageously bigoted and ignorant. And the last thing we need in this country.

So you can imagine how I felt when Sébastien called me up at work and told me a streetcar had hit a car, right in front of the Harbourfront Starbucks.














It happens all the time when cars try to take a short cut across the raised track.

But guess who was in this car?
















The little nit himself. And his buddy on the left, who was apparently the driver.

Now I don't know how it happened, or who was to blame, because Seb only heard a loud bang. And I'm glad nobody was hurt. Although hundreds of street car users were no doubt grossly inconvenienced. 

But since the streetcar WAS on a designated track, I'm sure it was embarrassing enough...















(click pic to enlarge)

And after taking a close look at this shot, I have to say the police officer doesn't look like the kind of guy who would be impressed by big words.

Oh boy. How I wish I had been there. *Bang* #$@&!!!

Vuvuzela please.

Hey Smurphy. You Con klown . Isn't it time you RETIRED? 

And on that happy day, don't let the streetcar hit you on your way out.

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P.S. Sébastien takes about thirty per cent of the photos in this blog...including some all of the best ones. I don't give him enough credit , but tonight he gets the OSCAR...

The Garbage Strike That Didn't Eat Toronto

Well the Great Toronto Garbage Strike is finally over.

And despite all the screaming and wailing by right-wing ninnies we actually managed to survive. The Bubonic Plague didn't kill us before the Swine Flu does. And the rats didn't eat us.

In fact, the only real stench in the air was a lot of overheated anti-union rhetoric from a bunch of crabby whiners .....and their cheerleaders in our right-wing media.

Like living in Hell? Give me a break. Inconvenient maybe. But apart from having to haul our garbage to the dump by the dock on my bike, the only thing I really noticed was that my island was eerily quiet....













The ferries weren't working so the thousands of people who visit it every week didn't come.

The concessions were closed.
















So you couldn't buy an expensive slice of pizza anywhere.

And so was this humble little amusement park.













Which was sad because 400 people...mostly students... work here every summer.

On the other hand I didn't mind having the nude beach practically to myself.











Because I'm shy about sharing that kind of beach.

Just like this little turtle...















Who took advantage of the peace and quiet to lay her eggs in broad daylight.

Which reminds me of the only really bad thing that happened during the strike.

My pet raccoon Rocket disappeared...and was last seen heading for the garbage dump raccoon restaurant.














To be honest, I don't really miss him that much eh?

But my dog is DEVASTATED.

Oh well. I'm just glad the strike is over.

Welcome back people.

Come home Rocket...
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UPDATE: Some Con hacks on the City Council are trying to sabotage the deal. Which only goes to show you that no garbage is quite as stinky as a filthy ratty Con...