You know that chick in the horror movies that hears a noise and goes to investigate?
Not me.
Hell no...my ass is outta there!
So now there's the G-20 coming up, here in Toronto.
We'll be hosting the heads of the World Bank, the International Monetary Fund, the Financial Stability Board, the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development, the International Labour Organization, the World Trade Organization and the United Nations.
The G-20 includes 19 countries – Argentina, Australia, Brazil, Canada, China, France, Germany, India, Indonesia, Italy, Japan, Mexico, Russia, Saudi Arabia, South Africa, Republic of Korea, Turkey, United Kingdom, United States of America – and the European Union.
That there's some important folk.
They've decided to host this little tea party right downtown...the lake a couple blocks away...surrounded by our financial district, the Roger's Centre...the CN Tower.
And my building. My home. Me casa.
yee frickin haw
We're flying in the Canadian Armed Forces, the RCMP, local police. We're building walls...sticking snipers on buildings, putting boats on the lake... so I should feel safe, right?
Fuck that shit
(sorry mom)
Maybe 911 is still fresh in my mind...maybe I'm watching too much TV...I dunno
But aside from the fact that I'll need special security clearance just to WALK home (can't drive, streets closed) ... aside from the fact that this is basically a huge pain in my rump...
I simply have no faith in my government. On any level.
First off, I'm amused that we are spending money we haven't got in order to host a summit on economics.
Secondly, we've chosen a location that's nearly impossible to secure and offers a gazillion opportunities for terrorists to infiltrate and reak havoc. Let's face it, anyone with a political agenda had plenty of heads up should they have decided to actually move in to the area a month ago, so that they are already here with access to do as they please ...the frickin boneheads can't even keep a secret. They could be here already.. they could attack from the water.. the sky...the damned trains.... the underground.... Shitballs almighty, there could be bombs already planted in all the underground paths for all we know...
I just have this image of the Marx Brothers doling out directions to the men and women expected to keep everyone, and everything safe.
And Pinky and the Brain sitting in a cave somewhere, laughing maniacally as they rub there hands together.
Bottom line...
Call me paranoid, call me chicken, call me a traitor...I don't feel safe..and I'm getting the heck outta dodge until it's over!
Fuggedaboutit!
