War on Trash: Day 33 (Everywhere!)

Posted on July 24th, 2009 8 great comments. Room for one more!

Is it me or was it really mean-looking today?

woaw

The morning started out normal enough. Ever the early bird eater, Oliver chided me awake for neglecting my blogging duties. And his litter. He’s a real hard-ass, but keeps me motivated:

chiding ollie

By the afternoon, it was obvious that Environment Canada were up top their usual hijinx. With a batting average of about fifty percent, this week’s forecast had reliably managed to misinform almost all my umbrella decisions. Thank the darkened heavens I decided to forego it today and simply poke my head out the window:

coming down

The downpour didn’t last very long, but it brought down a lot of water. Typically this wouldn’t be a bad thing, but with the War going the way it’s been going, the water now serves to help detention centre run-off seep into the ground. This is hardly desirable under good circumstances, but with the advent of chemical warfare, especially in the urban theatre, it’s much more serious.

A swelling grass-roots movement is trying hard to reverse this. Today they held a candle-lit vigil in Moss Park to shine a light on this under-reported consequence of the War:

not really sure what the point of the candles was

The underground movement’s savvy organizers appear to be keenly aware that the War is not only fought on the ground, but also in the mind. While General Miller and the 416/79 leadership seem to have abandoned public relations, the people who pulled this little shindig together did just the opposite:

howdy

That’s Francis D’Souza in the fancy threads. He swept in out of a parked Citytv SUV like a mother hawk with hungry chicks spotting the first meal of the day; split-second reflexes at the ready for the live six o’clock feed.

“What should we do?”, asked the demonstrators while the TV crew was setting up. “Don’t you worry none”, responded Francis in a John Wayne drawl, “you just stand there ‘n I’ll do the reportin’, little missy.” He was actually talking to a man, but that’s how certain Francis is of his own rugged masculinity. Who could blame him?

The report was over in seconds.

With a gunpowder cloud still hanging in the air, he thrust the microphone into it’s low-slung hip holster and sauntered back toward the waiting car, spurs marking out his confident gait at regular intervals. It was only when someone cried out “Francis!” that he stopped. “Francis!”, came the pleading voice again, “what did you say about the four-one-six?”

He swaggered back toward the group. “Here’s what I know”, he said. “If’n that four-one-six gang don’t get their comeuppance by midnight Sundy, they’re fixin’ to walk away from the table.”

That wasn’t what anyone wanted to hear. The group thanked Francis who, with the tip of his Stetson, rode into the dying sunset, his shadow grown tall on the street behind him in the shape of his true self.

(He’s actually a lot smaller than he looks on TV. And he’s not a cowboy. It just seems appropriate to describe him like that.)

To punctuate the grim news, the suggestion was offered that this action may signal the need for binding arbitration; the beginning of the end. Wouldn’t that be something?

As I was preparing to leave myself, I spotted a couple of the brightly-shirted gentlemen I’d been meaning to speak to for the past few days. You may recall they were, contrary to all detention centre reports, actually helping people schlep trash from the trunks of their cars. To assuage my curiosity, I asked them if they were associated with the union. No, they said, they were not. They were management staff and had never left their post.

Management doing the hard work. What a crazy, topsy-turvy war this is.

8 Comments on “ War on Trash: Day 33 (Everywhere!) ”

  • rws
    July 25th, 2009 4:54 am

    am enjoying your ongoing commentary re: all this (and have experienced a feline tyrant like the one in photo above). keep the reportage coming. :)


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  • Patrick
    July 27th, 2009 9:43 am

    Thanks, rws. I guess all cats have "special needs" — they probably wouldn't be allowed into the union otherwise :)


  • yanjiaren
    July 25th, 2009 3:21 pm

    Oh I love the pic of your little tiger there. Seems you Ontarians are still having great fun over there. My ears are nearly falling off from the drilling next door..they are building a new humongous house aaaaaaaagh..I hope all will finish soon with the garbage war..


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  • Patrick
    July 27th, 2009 9:53 am

    Sorry to hear about the noise next door, Yahjiaren. I hope they finish with that project soon too!


  • Tricia
    July 25th, 2009 11:27 pm

    I love the first pic. Yes, it does look mean. But in a really cool way.


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  • Patrick
    July 27th, 2009 10:03 am

    Thanks, Tricia. Yesterday (Sunday), those clouds let go fully — wet wet wet!


  • campbelljane
    July 26th, 2009 6:49 pm

    What a great character your cat is! Great photo!


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  • Patrick
    July 27th, 2009 10:05 am

    He is, Campbell :) (or is it Jane? Seems like those names should be reversed)


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