— Musings —08.21.2018 03:00 PM
Toronto, after Ms. Keesmaat’s separatist vision becomes shocking reality
— Musings —08.21.2018 03:00 PM
Lol does this mean Doug Ford’s Queen’s Park is entirely buried under all that sand? I’m not sure you’re convincing us all this is a terrible thing 😉
Taylor and Nova should be standing beside a bicycle, not a horse.
Thank God! At least the stupid old Gardener (irony alert!) “Expressway” is no more.
Soylent Green?
Planet of the Apes
(anybody remember “Logan’s Run”?)
Warren K and his beaytiful bride have escaped the domed utopia known as Toronto, running from a Sandman who has a strong resemblance to Adam Vaughn. They journey up the now-dry bed of the Don River, looking hopelessly for water and food and other human beings, but see nothing but remnants of a long-gone suburban civilization. Finally, they spot the ruins of a former city. As they wander about they see a large square chunk of concrete topped only by a pair of sculpted marble boots and some letters carved into its base (these figures read S-I-R J-O-H-N A M-A-C-D, with rest obscured by moss and lichens). Warren and his bride continue on to a most impressive looking ruin, curiously named BAD BOY. They go inside and see an old, wrinkled figure, surrounded by cats and dusty, yet moderately-priced, furniture. They go up to the old man and ask him if there are any other people around. The answer, of course, is “NOBODY!”