The Thugs Are Still There But They Now Carry Weapons.....

Jack: Thugs Posted by Jack On June - 22 - 2009

It seems to me that I’ve been fighting this fight since I was a child. I can recall coming home from “cubs” around six years old and being beaten up by thugs along the way. I told dad but he never really helped me. I had to learn on my own and I did.

In Grade Eight I got into a hell of a fight with one of them and although I didn’t win he never bothered me again. It went further when I was walking around the school at recess one day and found a group of boys laughing as one bragged how he had been picking on a young female that I was a bit sweet on. Laughing at her name and making fun of her. I lost it, parted the crowd and knocked him right on his ass. I warned him in front of all his audience that if he ever bothered her again I was going to put his lights out and surprise — he digested the lesson.

She was never bothered again.

There was a day a few years later when I broke up a fight in a curling rink because I didn’t like the violence. One jerk ended up on his ass three rinks away as I literally threw him and teachers watching from the warm gallery above couldn’t believe their eyes. I later left school after I challenged a big, very stupid student who was badgering a teacher. He wasn’t found at fault — I was. In hindsight I think everyone in the school was scared to death of me including the teachers and didn’t realize what they had on their hands.

Nevermind — I left and joined the military because I no longer wanted to be there. Eventually I became a cop and but nothing really changed. I was still on the side of the people that couldn’t defend themselves and I guess that that is what most cops are all about. The really good ones were bullied as children and never forgot it.

“Anyway” — today I noted a situation in Toronto and I regret that now. In truth nobody in Canada gives a damn about Toronto’s problems…especially when it comes to garbage.

Nobody cares but looking at the comments one might beg to differ. Apparently it’s a huge issue although I don’t know why. All people have to do is take their garbage to city hall and dump it on the pavement. Soon enough city council will “get it” as they find themselves unable to breath within a block of the place. They can swear, they can curse but it won’t help them one bit as the public screams “fire them all” and they have to do that. I watched Miller today on CTV and I asked myself if he is sick. He really looked like it and I don’t give him another term. He’s about to vapour lock as best I can tell.

To conclude — I will never again post a story about Toronto politics on this site. Our country is much larger than one city and Toronto doesn’t matter to me.

In another vein Neda Soltan does matter to me. She personifies what I have been fighting all my life and I find her murder by bullies reprehensible. Give me half a chance and I’ll do as I have always done.

I’ll put their lights out.

And I won’t think twice about it.