It’s rare that I’m at a loss for words. I can ramble at length about nothing in particular for alarming lengths of time. Relevance and coherence usually aren’t prerequisites for my expulsions of thought.
And yet this entire overblown, wasteful clusterfuck is beyond description. I am honestly concerned that — given the seemingly endless supply of money being thrown at the effort to crack down on anyone who seems threatening to the G20 — if I wrote what I’m honestly feeling right now, some goons from CSIS would break down my door, throw a sack over my head and toss me into the back of an unmarked van.
Our social services and civic infrastructure are crumbling, yet our governments find over a billion fucking dollars between the couch cushions to throw at G20 security. They spend a week shutting down the downtown core of the country’s largest city to erect a fence to ensure the world leaders needn’t be within hundreds of yards of the people they ostensibly govern. Our provincial government silently passes legislation to temporarily suspend basic civil liberties so that not only can you not get behind the fence, you can’t even get near it.
Where the fuck is this? Who the fuck are these people?
World leaders have extraordinarily difficult jobs. Of this, there is no question. Do they deserve a nice catered meal and some fancy events to keep them going, every once in a while? Sure. I seriously mean that.
But this G20 horseshit, which decimates our city for weeks on end and forces our “leaders” to undermine fundamental democratic values, is too much. It’s an egregious betrayal of the rights, wishes and needs of the people. Giant airplanes fly in from all over the world (plenty of emissions there) and billions of dollars are needlessly spent on security and logistics (have these fucking assholes never heard of teleconferencing? Skype?), for what?
So that the world’s “leaders” can be in the same room to talk about the environment and the economy.
Un-fucking-believable.
Well, Squizz, if you’re so riled up, why not get downtown? Why are you sitting there blogging? Why not do something about it?
Because I would be arrested. If you can be arrested just for being near the fence and acting uppity with a police officer (or whatever rent-a-cops they’ve brought in for the occasion), then there’s no chance I’d finish the weekend as a free man.
That doesn’t bring down the system. That doesn’t undermine the G20. It fucks up my life and gives me a criminal record.
So what do I do? I spew my vitriol and frustration out into the online ether. Oh, let’s be clear, there’s no conclusive narrative in this blog post. I’m not even particularly interested in whether or not anyone’s reading it. This is complete keyboard masturbation. This is venting, pure and simple.
In that spirit… fuck you, Stephen Harper. Fuck you, you undemocratic, insidious, duplicitous piece of garbage. Fuck you and all your weak-willed, spineless fellow MPs who mindlessly toe the line at the expense of our national values. And fuck you, opposition parties, for being even more weak-willed, even more spineless, even more pathetic in letting Canada disintegrate before your eyes.
Fuck you Dalton McGuinty’s Liberal government, you fucking devious cunts. You’re lucky that the Ontario populace is stupidly complacent enough to forget your utter subversion of freedom by the time the next election rolls around and you throw out some more bullshit platitudes about civic holidays or free bicycles or what-the-fuck-ever.
And fuck all of us, too. Ah, forget it. We’re all already fucked.
Whew. That feels a little better. What’s on TV?