Monstrous Trucks

We need to talk about trucks.

Big-assed, military-grade, extra cabin space where I can store my massive balls, huge payload, Sam Elliott-voiced navigation system trucks with a capital T Trucks. Road-hogging, grille in your face, monster SUV and pick-ups that have come to aggressively dominate our streets and roads. 150s. 250s. 1500s. 2500s. RAMs. Titans. Raptors. Highlanders. Tahoes. Traverses. Range Rovers. Explorers. Escalades. Avalanches and Wranglers.

Motherfucking I need to tow a boat I don’t have capital T Trucks.

They’re killing us. Continue reading

Angertainment

What’s not to like about this? If you’re in favour of stuff like charter rights, collective bargaining, living wages, a healthy education system and Doug Ford getting yelled at, that is.

Yay Sid! Continue reading

A Post-Mortem In More Ways Than One

In the end the only number that matters is 71.

Everything else pales. The unsurprising, lifeless re-election of John Tory as mayor. The handful of upsets and pleasant surprises at the council level. Even the uptick toward a more inclusive representation in City Hall, greater (but still unequal) gender balance, fewer pasty white faces (the Tory caucus, I’ll call them). A typical election night in its disappointments and triumphs. Continue reading