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jeudi 29 juillet 2021 Unethical royal arse

For those workers getting paid while we get abused. Here is some multiethnic English influenced white prose so that their kindergarden homeless evicted summercamp class knows HOW :

- I experience being fucked in the arse by the white British imperialism when i starve

What I include in British imperialism is :

The coalition of England and the US and the Canadian governements - The British Empire and its colonies and detractors - the lucrative Pfeizer vaccine philanthropies of the Gates Foundation and the anglo-saxonized world of the WHO, and Kevin Healey.

It falls under sense.

AND :

How is it to get ANALised, analysed, and cumshuticized in the face on the tits and in the throat and then politely being invited to swallow it all down by the Yonge uneducated workers.

Good girl ...

***

Hey. Mr. QueenHow are you this mornin?
(Now it's lunch alreadyIt is not anymore d'actualité)How about me you say ?
Pour acheter...Pour acheter...
I had 75 cents,
Bought two bananasHad one pour le petit-déjeûner
Pour acheter...
Pour acheter...
Oui mais...
Yesterday ate Holy crap.
the gluten bread
the lactose cheese
the nasty PJ
and ham sanwiches
Hey. Mr. Porc
whose dick I haven't sucked
Mr. Underware
How much do you not care ?
Hey. Mr. Incoherent
This is Miss Ambivalent
Mr. FoxMr. Bollox
Mr. Rabbit, Mr. Hawk
From up above
From your office at third floor
From where you could hold my hand
From where you shit down on my face
Spit rather than embrace
Where you do yourpseudomedical buzznesses
Where you computerized meAre you writing posters and t-shirts and webwalls for your schizos for your pornos ?Hey. Mr. Guru
Mr. Self-taught, Mr. University of life
Mr. Hat, Mr. Hatred,Mr. Bipo. Mr. psycho.
Psycho-tic, psycho-path.
Psycho-loco.
Mr. Humble, Mr. Mumble
Will you unreduce me ?
Can you unschool me ?
I need you to unclinicize me.
I can unwoke
I can unwound
I can unslap
I can unsay
Unlie sexyness
Unfalse readiness
Uncold coolness
Unfold truthness
I can uncover thy authority
In front of this whole country
Hey. Dr. Jekoff and Mr. Hide
Hey. Mr. Hidden Treasure of NatureI can unteach you theirfashionableknowledge
Unvalidate their so calledavant-gardistes beliefsI can unwrite their out of date convictionsUnplan their ultimate evictionBut will I unremember
The salty texture of their sperm in my mouthIts fish-like smellThat you made me tasteOr the unwanted slapping of my ass
Quand on m'embrasse ?
Mr. I don't ExsistMr. I don't InsistMr. I'm not Sexist I'm so not RacistMr. I don't Kiss in the officeI exit
Mr. Pervert It Hurt
Aime-moiCause I can't unknow
The professor who fucks his student
The lawyer who like golden showers
The worker who enjoys asian teen porn
And masturbate me
Hey. Mr. I hear voices
Do you hear mine now ?
When I don't eat
When I don't talk
When I don't walk
When I streetcar 501When I sleep in the cop's backyard
and shit in a plastic bag
Do you hear theirs ?
When they sayHey Honey Hey Baby
Hey ! Hey ! Hey !
Or now you're to buzzy telling me
Wear a mask toi aussiPull it up like thisI know how to be obedientAt all timesCover nose mouth and chinAt all times on TTCGet the vaccine
Mr. Iceberg
Mr. I Can OfferMr.I Can Entranse You
I inebriated you
I did intoxicate you
Show me the no-path-forward
through the mouth of Zuckerberg
Can you unmasturbate me ?
They came with their white cars
And their black hands
I tried to fly away
But I was bruised
I was dizzy
And they netted me
They said it was for my own sakeMy security
For my own protectection
But like a bird like a lionIn a cage Ipull off my feathers
and bang my head off their walls
In their prison of three meals a day
of two double-queen-king size beds
With matresses as thick as your belly
And pillows as soft as my pussy
This prison they call SalvationPrison with a baththub in it
Their prison of love StarvationDON'T USE the stairsUse the elevatorsUse the escalatorsUse de fucking ascensceurFaut pas que tu pleures
NO EATING outside rooms
NO OPENING of doors
NO-Laundry-TWO-bags-ONLY
They remember "VIVIDLY"
No overnights to get your ID
Their prison two-roomchecks-a-nightAnd ten-a-day
Do you call this safety ?
It's worse than psychiatric hospital
Worse than the hole in jailWhere I tear off my hair from my headWorse than the medico-legal institutionsWith murderers eating at my table
It's worse than the scabbies of Margaret
Than the cockroaches of Fred Victors
Worse than the suicidal children of Holy Trinity and the compassion-used staff of All SaintsWorse than the intrusive priest at Sacré-Coeur
Is this shelter ?
Is this homy because it is all free ?
Can you undeport meCause when you put a box for sharps in my roomyMr. ArmySorry.I don't feel free.
I'm not supposed to be involved in thisJust because I eat gluten-freen.
Mr. Poor-Criminal-CrazyMr. People-On-The-Street-SpokespersonalityMr. Toronto Star
Tell the truth to CBCTell the news on CTV
Tell the whole story to CP
Hey. Mr. sucks and undies
Mr. Clean Supplies, Mr. Brand New CondomDo you need Protection ?
And will you preserve me from your protectivity ?
They came to help me
They said you need me
with a join and a beer and a smoke
They laid on to the grass like they were dying they were fainting, my peers
They said they needed helpCause they cannot take care of meI just had to write a consent form
To do their explicit pornLike I had just been born
Give them permission
To put me in their cozy prison
"Do as we say, and we'll fuck you all dayWe'll give you an every night snackAnd everything will be free"
Hence they took meOr is it you who pushed me ?Let the childrendecideLet them educate
In their obvious lucidity
They said I'm your brother resucitated
I'm your father I'm your motherBut I'm done with these already.
Can you uninjured, unhurt me ?Would you please untraumatize me ?Unmasturbate me
Don't want no sub relationships
No foster buddyDon't want no staff for a fuckfriendA fuck with a no-husbandA fuck that will not happen
A guy who's with the bitch next doorA masturbator who denies my effortWill you fuck me for me for free ?
Or are you just a substituteA replacementA bylaw reinforcementA supplementFor a partner
For a helper
For a boyfriend
For a lover
Are you an arshole fuckerOr just such a blimpThat you act like a pimp
Having me suck dicks for a hot mealPinch and punch and kick and snap and swear and scream and cry and dieFor an ice creamWith authoritative ladies in your blind spotTelling me what to do
You work with and for the imbecilein my undergrad Ethic classThe one who made us failCause she thought she knew betterand I let her and them believe soAnd we got a B instead of an A+.It's the one that made the team lose the gold medal behind China and India.
But it was not about the grade nor the price nor the pride nor the countryBut more about responsabilityThe real ethical stuffAnd she did not have the right to decide for me of my fateIn theContemporary bioethical issues course of lifeI might not be as naturally brilliant as you areAs so society fucking smart assAs so very winner in everythingAs so very excellent moreover overallThan they are
I had something to prove to you I guess
I'm just not over having had this no-one-for-me deciding as though I was needing her help
I will never be over having let the Health Bus nurse practioner telling the older lady she had a cold and to take aspirin while she was dying (will we ever know if it was from Covid-19 ?)Indeed, she did, pass.And I knew it all.Are these collegues of yours with their completed master studies supposed to be better than me ?To know more, to write as well, to speak better English, French, and Spanish ?
Sometimes life depends on the people who can distinguish between aMcDoand aTimHortonsCoffee, and betweenSidekickand Timmy, and betweenBelle et BobetteandSidekick, and ainsi de suite jusqu'à l'infini, it gets harder and harder to tell, and between the day such or such a coffee is okay and that when it is just not mandatory.
I feel that the future of this world depended upon those kind of city citizens who know that the main branch of the Public Library is at Yonge Bloor as much as they know that the Eaton Center is at Dundas Youge. I wish they knew where to read as much as they know where to shop. Dundas Square. You'll find it all.Is it where I get food when i run out of money ? There where the big screens are, there as in Union Square. I guess this is as US as it gets in the maple leaf land of Elyzabeth.
My life depended on those newcomers from abroad who could tell where there was a nice spot to see the Sunset near the beaches and if there was a place to shit there too. Will I die ?
I wish they could not just to pull their mask on their nose as to show me how to get spdomised by the mothertongueless immigrants (theirs, ours, mine) who don't have no more an identity no more than me than us sans-abris.
Hey. When did you get here, to tell me how to respire ?
We're just a relique of historySome prestigious show-it-to-meWe are the French in this CountryThey sayS'il vous plaitbut notmerci.They saymercy.
Most people don't know between male and female and non-binaryand yet they come and say : can't have a coffee in the Library.But can they do poetry with a disgendered buddy ?
They say wear a mask but drive a carEven though they ignore whowe areAnd what do they say ?They speak so funnySometimes I need purity.
And I needed people to know you and me.And when there is no one to tellBetween right and wrongWhen I get lost in translationsWhen I don't know where to set up a roofWho am I suppose to rely on to ?That's why I was counting on you...
But thank you, London.Minorities never win.

They came and said they were drawing grafittis on the skelettons and that it was O.K.And that the police was mean to repress it all.But I thought of it from the 5 year-old perspectiveAnd that of the clean cut Financial District dick suck-ed wealthy Bank ManangerAnd the white tatooless blue-eyed-short-skirt-and-baskets Garden District female woman too.
We don't all belong to dust and crust on the streetWe are not all wearing earings on our clitAnd have piercings on our nipplesJust because we can't afford apples
I do stick to the yellow phallic fruit...So easier to get so unexpensive so sustaining.
But pour me vendre,pour me vendre,pour me vanter.I love mangos. I love grapefruits.They make me think it is natureEven matureto get devoured at times.Often times.Why not every morning.With the birds singingJust a taste of humankind.
Will you undry me ?Will you carry me on your shouldersWhen I can't bear you no further ?When there is nothing I can utterNor produce a soundEven from the mouth of my canonsWhen their voices are unheardWill you unleash me ?Will you unmute me ?
I'm not interrested by the Québécois really.They can go fuck themsleves with the sextoys that Doctor W.H.O. Chinada made them buy since the beggining of the pandemic, our unchristianizing, glorywolicizing, chinadizing Doctor Tam Tam, your honour, who decriminalized hard drugs to make sure those around those around those around who died from suicides and overdoses since March 2020 would not be too noisy.
White British rooted imperialist governements know their way.
They did it with the first nations already.
Step 1. Deportation.Step 2. Isolation.Step 3. ConfinementStep 4.Rottenisation.
Give them some addictive stuff :Internet. Cells. Coffee. Porn. Toys. Cigarettes. Beer. Wine. Cannabis.
Gimme candies O'Henry !
Step 5. Silent them up.
Step 6. Beat them up if nothing of this works
Step 7. Death

Have the folks from India remind them how to be. Youppi.Pay them minimum salary to violate the whole country.The city came to meStreet to where ?They said they could gather me.Now I gather them.Unmasturbate me.
Last night after you left the Anglican church brick wall upon which you were picking up your royal farty arse.quietely, the dirty wall where I had my meal afterwards afterall
Last night after the British Empire left AGAIN with the rest of my heartthey seeked and found and walked away with (homeless euphemistic way to say stole)
Last night I was with the Black Folks and the French worker, the only French worker in the Ville-Reine, survivor in their system,smoking his lungs off in front of me, lui si.
They served me chili. Chill, Chill big, Billy. Chill Bill, chilly. Chili con carne. Chili con steak haché. Big Bill, Big Ben, Big boss. Billy-Bully. Chill. Still. Bill.But I was still hungry.I hear a voice.
They say they would help me.They say they would gang bang me politely,This whole society
That they were that crazy.
I'm still hungry
Hungry enough to suck your dickYours onlyHow much is it ?To make your grain grow harderCan you give me the thingInstead of fucking herMon ami, mon amour.Mon workerCan I unsuck you ?They say they will help me.Do they have a dick for meIn their castles with a TVInternet fourni
Can I bring my man there aussiHave some virilityTo take my new built virginityChastlyCan I bring my oldnewfashionable British cowboy lover whatsoeverLe meilleurWith his hairy ass and sweaty armpitsIts smelly bum and itchy beardWhen do I have the right to play my own chansonOUT of privation of the Starvation ArmyNowadays surgeons erect penises for freeI can get one for myself aussiWhen will you unmasturbate me ?Unfrustrate thee.
It's the Dominicans who paid off my coffee While Alanis was singing Irony.UnTim me.
In 2008 years ago, when Sandi Doughton from the Seattle Times was writing about the Big Chill and the salt of truth in each fake news (that was long before brainy Nathalie Petrowski wondered on CBC if fake news ever existed before the expression came upon birth on earth). Back then, I was the one paying for Fernandito in aLas-Terrenas-to-Santo-Domingocosty trip from which I will never recovered financially : Samaná, where a bunch of retired-year-old Ciao bellaarsewholes expats prostituted 16 year-old Dominican beauties and married them when they reached majority. It was all about sex and money.
Today its me writing Pammy at the Office so to get an eye exam and a pair of glasses cause the first and last black cock who unvirgined my whiteness some six years ago made me throw up my binoculars on the floor. They broke. Never seen clearly since.
Hey. Mr. European la mère-patrie chérie Chériwould you like a cup of tea
I am wondering if this craving of a sensual non virtual physical sexual life with you is a fucked up idea of a mentally ill nature or if it's so very extremy healthy like the drinking up of my juicy fruity mango-like tasty pussyI need to nurture.At least give me some nourriture.And unsex me
I'm wondering how far my room is from that of the Dominican adolescente who's had european cocks in her mouth all day today so that she could feed up her five kids and her new born three months old left alone somewhere playing in the mud of the arrière-pays.
No señor.
No tengo lentes nor gafas.Solamente soy lente y hice la GAFFA.
Yes. Indeed, while my white favorite politician-journalist-economist-pilot was fucking a new herself-pilot-soon-to-become-a-doctor, I was being penetrated by Ticos and Dominicanos and Mexicanos in español,papito,and Africanos had never gotten a chance with my juicy fruit.
Never got boned by the Queen's servant only.
In Dominican Republic they were hungry and trying to turn the woman I was trying to become into a MILF into a Cougar despite of me.
I was 30.
He was 17 just turned 18 right in my face.He'd lied.
I did not know.I learned the truth on his birthdayWhen he showed me his IDI was a white criminal expat tambienNot better than the Montrealer who had taken mon coeur.She was 10 years younger.I ran away.
S.O.S. Ste-Catharines, Ontario.Is there still an Andy in the remembrance of myvictorian days, who made love to me like even God never would, could he ? The Derm whohad the power to have me bend over backward in front of Ontarian men for the rest of my life ?
Dis-moi oui Andy.Dis-moi si, si, cette fois-ci.Chéri.Unsilent me
Will you ever fuck me again gently ?
And when will you unfucked up me ?
Where will I eat tonight ?Now ?Tomorrow ?Do you understand ?J'ai pas une cenne.
There was only 35 pennies left for me, baby.
Can you make love to me
before I go crazy...
Will you remarry ? Me ?
Now that you unsainted me
That you unmothered me
Now that you spoiled my little me.
Now that you hurt me.
Will you unrap me ?Love, unrape me.
Parle Blanc, Mr. King, Mr. Président.
Unpsychiatricize meUnschizoaffective me
Unborderline meUnhistrionicize meUnnarcisize meJe t'en supplieJe t'en prieJ'ai toutes les maladies
Unnetwork, untwitt, unyoutube, uninstagram, untiktok, unpathetiktok meUnblog, unvlog, please unplog me.Why don't you unphone me ?
Unemail this grain of poésie.Unweb our story.
Unshelter me
Unill me
Unmad me
Unsad me
Unbullshit me
Undie me
Unkill me
Instead :
Katherinicize me
Elyzabethicize me
Cardinalize me
Ordinalize me
Civilize me
Queeneesize me
Sanitize me
Resaint me
Church me
Mr. Dress Me Idress nicelyRedress melike you do to a ladyCan you do poetry ?
Can you jam ?Can you slam ?
Speak white pour qui ?
Will you untent me ?
Bonjour-Hi !Can you hear me from inside the nutshell of ma mère-party partie ?Can you lick me. Can you penetrate me ?Can you unfreeze beme ?
Hey Kevin Heaven, will you undemolish me ?Will you heaveaneley undestroy me,unmutilate me, unsodomise me ?Can you unbotox my heart for thee ?
Unsilicon my soul for free ?
Hey Healey can you heal me
Unethically from their unethicality ?
Can you spare me the Bs.B plus B minusBémol on the bus
Can you at least UnC me unsee me unsea me.
Can you unavoid my sexuality ?
A+ me en français, s'il vous plait.Can you unschizophrenize me baby ?
I'm just very hungry, so veryvery.I'm just so very horny hon, Ho ! Ho ! Oui ! Very.
Very dummy aussi, and so very uncheesy.Excuse meForgive meWhen will you fuck me until it unfucks thee ?Will you write aussi ?
Now it's dinner timeJ'ai pas encore déjeuner beauté.
Darling I'm needing something.Give it to meLa cosita mi amorSugarSend me energyHoneyDame tu alma ahoraOn est dans de beaux drapsOn a les pieds dans les plats.
On est loin.À demain matin...C'est la nuitL'heure du coucherÀ défaut de te toucherJ'ai faim
Unzip meUnzoom meUnstarve meUndeprive meUnsave meAt the library

Publié parMarie-Hélèneà12:11Aucun commentaire: mardi 6 juillet 2021 Fireshooters at the Beaches : the earwigs kids (ESL : written text | French FL1 spoken clips)

Last update : 2021 07 25

TEXT IN ENGLISH - BEING REVISED

Summary :

Like the earwigs invade the MeasurementPark area, the colony of a couple of hundreads of teenagers,age between 16-22,gathered in litter and humidity on Canada Day to lay their explosives all over the South-East area of Woodbine Park, replacing the annual fireworks by some arbitrary and dangerous fireshooting.

REPORTAGE EN FRANÇAIS

Célébrations extrêmes à la plage et au parc Measurement

Résumé :

Telles les colonies de perce-oreilles qui pondent leurs oeufs et envahissent le parc Measurement, le troupeau de plus de 200 jeunes âgés entre 16 et 22 ansa représenté une sérieuse menace dans le voisinage ce week-end.

Depuis plus de 40 jours, lors de la fête de la reine, ils craquent leur projectiles partout dans le secteur.

À la fête du Canada, ils ont lancé des feux d'artifice des heures durant dans au sud-est du parc, probablement partiellement en réaction à l'annulation des festivités de la Ville due à la pandémie.

Attaquée par les jeunes, j'ai plié bagage pour lanuit.

2 juillet 2021 : Woodbine Park (extrait du "reportage")

ARTICLE :

Woodbine Park was the theatre of a very violent fireworks shooting exchange, once again, on Canada Day night.

It was a horror movie between around 23:00 and 1:00 when approximately 250 young people (not less than a couple of hundreads and maybe up to the double), were shooting fireworks at each other all around the South-East corner of Measurement Park, on the corner of Queen Street, Eastern Avenue and Northern Dancer Boulevard.
They were 4, 5, 10, 15, 20.

They were parked in thelot 200-202, in the Learning Curves Training Site on both sides of the green container and near the sanitary toilet with their cars.
They were outside the North part of the parking lot, in the restroom area.
They were on the East side of the parking lot towards Northern, a few meters away from Eastern and Queen and a quite flashy though inactive police patrol.
I know. Because I was there. As I was onWoodbine Beach on Victoria Day.
24 mai 2021 9h09 : Woodbine Beach (extrait du reportage)

I first heard them. I've heard them every day for the past 40 days or so. A friend who resides at the Beaches has said this has been going on since February.
But last night, there were several dozens that I saw, who were also running back and forth as constant explosions were taking place. And they had fun. And found it funny.
Despite the warning of the population :

"Dietrich wrote in his letter [to the Beach Metro News] that along with all the fireworks and bad behaviour by the crowds, he was also disappointed by what he said was a lack of meaningful response by police. He said he is very worried about what will happen over the Canada Day long weekend if action is not taken."

- Beach Metro News, May 25th 2021

And the very right observation according to which :
"Beach Metro News (...) received letters from angry residents complaining about the noise, litter and what they saw as a lack of enforcement by City of Toronto bylaw officers and police"

- Beach Metro News, May 25th, 2021

Despite major incidents, a stabbing (attempt of murder) and injuries by these fireworks crackersall over the Woodbine Beach | Ashbridge Bay area for over the last couple of months, the various groups of teenagers, of all nationalities, were loitering with loud "dark soul" music, litterally popping their projectiles all around the North-East park area, with no police officers present to disperse the crowd.

This morning, fireworks sticks were to be found all over the grass and in the parking lot.

I waited the right moment to reach out to Eastern(South-West of Woodbine Park). I was affraid. It litterally felt like I was in the middle of a bombing raid in Palestine, Israel.

A few weeks ago, I sent a clip of the Woodbine Beach at sunset when the firewoks start all around the Woodbine Area to a friendin Quebec and he asked me if these were attacks. I laughed. Two months ago, I had no clue about the danger of this situation. I did not realise how seriously unconscious these kids were. He was more conscious than I was.

Leaving the group in which I found myself caught after several minutes, I dared shouting to them: Are you guys going crazy ?

They indeed answered by the mouth of their cannons.

Three. They shot (at least) three fireworks right at me while I was running for my life towards the police roadblock near Eastern and Queen.

A kid was charged for attempt of murder recently in the neighbourhood. These kids are lucky I did not look back. I did not feelsafe enough to waste a fraction of second. So, I waa left with no clue as to who threw the weapons at me. And its better this way.

I first thought that the involved kids were just "rich and bored" (which is probably at least somehow true): young adults who have enough money - the governement helped them a great deal in 2020 - to lead, day after day, a fireworks competition on the beach... But now I realized they feared not going to prison.

One thing is for sure, they did not appreciate the unexpected presence of an adult trying to give them a lesson of escape. Fail.

At least I showed them their way out of the park and gave them a serious chance to imitate me and leave the place. I hope the mostintelligent of them followed me. But I would not know.As I said, I did not look behind. Ijust applied my street survival bunny level: run fast and away.

I was extremely lucky that the projectiles did not hit and hurt me, for one of the three passed only a few centimeters from my face, and another one almost reached my foot.

But what stroke me and still questions meis: "Where were the cops ?" Was it once again all up to my friends to deal with this ?

It is obvious that the authoritieswere simply NOT THERE AT ALL. They were not doing their job on siteas midnight struck.

But is this really a surprise ?

It's so much easier to illegally and brutally kick a harmless homeless woman out of her home for no reason in a middle of a pandemic on December 1st when it is her only chance of having a long term place to stay, and send her sleep outside and in parks where she has to do their job for free, by matters of survival.

I do a very polyvalent homeless resource person, as I used to work as an outreach park worker myself with this precise target group under our responsability. The youth. But I had a male partner. Do you get it ?

It was also probably easier for the police to follow the order to bulldoze out a whole houseless community (Like they did at Trinity Bellwood Park a few weeks ago) than to use some sort of strategy to pull a life-threateninggroup of 16 to 22 year out of the danger zone.

Eight police officers to throw me off my apartement "in the cold" (not out of the cold) out of mere paranoïa (I was hold respinsible ny the owner of invitungnprople ovrr, things I had not closely done, and if I would have, thrre was just one boyfriend I could invite, amd people would need to admitt I was a 43 year old woman ovulating once a month, and bring deptived if love and sexuality, thus of javing a baby znd a family, was the continuation of the violation of my rights, those which have been violated for 4 years in the "hopeless" system.

There was, on July 1st at 11h30, when hundreads of teens were attempting to kill me (was it my accent that made them think I was not important enough?), zero police officer to disperse the crowd of numerous and dangerous apprently drugged or drunk young people throwing explosive at each other.

If that is what this world is becoming ... I just have one explanation for all of this: The average Canadian teenager is now more threatening than the cops think.

But who are these teenagers ?

Had I been sent on a writing mission by a serious newspaper rather than being psychologically abused and personnally exploited in this crazy situation, it would be the best spot to have a chat with the guys and try to understand the problem(s) rather than undergoing these extreme celebration activities every night.

I swear: on the night of Canada Day, my high school teacher litterally met with my University professor ina undergrad-size classroom of belligerent students...

It might sound surreal, but it was definitly not virtual. If there was a Zoom to consider, it was that of the fireworks stick exploding right beside my head. Too much computer for the kids and now they crack ot right back at me, maybe for being the only teacher living on the street with them in this city.

Now these near adults need not merely being educated to act in a civilised manner - that is yet feasible although even university students were spoiled enough with technology 10 years ago to expect you to answer their emails days and nights as though you had no life outside work - but being revived their survival instinct in a way that would allow life to continue in this country and eventually favor reproduction. In French we say: faites l'amour, pas la guerre.

But has our governement taught our children anything about procreation earlier this past year and a half ? Orwere they better at accidentally engendering "baby flops" by, just for example, cancelling thousands of weddings and splitting hundreads of couples up. Like mine. What it could have been if I was not sitying alone at Union station or on a public toilet to write articles and if the governement and CBC had left us alone when we needes to do the thing together.

In Quebec City a few years ago, there was a reason why cities hired normal health and social sciences people as outreach workers toestablish a trustworthy relationship with the park users and help them if they needed it:it was better to gently remindtherules of the park to the users (e.g. no drinking) instead of sending the police to frighten them all out and create an even-worse chaos, arecommandation I strongly formulate to the city of Toronto: tosend crews of outreach workers for the youth (not just the homeless) on the beach, and in parks.

But even these people, those who get paidto fo a job, they are not the same.

Sometimes I think they just need adults who care about the consequences of living in such a craxy world (silently yet overtly polluted, filled with pornography that is encouraged by overprotection by the chinese leaders of our governement... nothing has never smelled as bad as sending thousands of kids to play inside on their screen for hours).

Is life real ? Is it really still worth something ? Our human lives, but the life of this planet.

E. COLI IS ALL OVER WOODBINE BEACHES. SO WHAT'S THE POINT OF THE BEACH ANYWAY ?

I could have done an outstanding amount of work job in the sector with my friend Kevin.

We could have designed a projectand managed it for more social and environmental justice if anyone gave a #??#$*$!# about the future of these kids, the sick water in which they can't swim and the fucked up planet in which they live, paralysed by an invisible virus that prevented them to smile at each other and hold their grand-parents in their arms for months... What can they do about it rather than explose our faces ?

I had amazing ideas ...

These kids need some open-minded yet down-to-earth real, present role models to be with and learn from about all the anger they are undergoing and going through, so that they don't end up pitching fire bullets at me in a park, tje to the very hand that cared about them.

I repeat that there was no one to intervene in the park but me. And It was not my intention to do anything else than survive the potential burning of my encampment. I should not have had to be the one in charge in my situation. I should have had been the one to be resting. Just listening to the planet pain is a full time job nowadays. But I minded our business asI sometimes dowhen there is a homeless-type of crisis on a streetcar.

Nobody give attention to the people who need it in this country (or should I say continent ? Or Occident ?) ... So the problems (e.g. creepy behaviour on the streetcars such as a man shouting "bitch" and swearing out loud at an innocent woman in front of a crowd of indifferent peoplenever acting like they actually exist - like today) degenerate.

- Why are you walking away from me, he said to her when she went to sit elsewhere on the TTC ?

- Because you're a rat who yells on a streetcar and say big words to an innocent woman and molest everyone, I said.

It was over. The homeless guy was happy someone told him the f. truth at last. Not just thinking to themselves "This asshole is crazy, let us all ignore the problem he has created allover the city, in every shelter that he goes, in every McDonald that he pees. Let us just adress tje guy as a human being, not at some staff who gets paid to treat him university-like well "this agrssive behaviour is not acceptable". The message is nit gettimg through... adults are letting the kids to act crazily. Staff in shelters do tje same. They discharge and restrict and displace the problem until it ends up at woodbine park.

It is now between us and the next generation.

It worked... The guy apologized. Then, only then, came some TTC staff like heroes (two men) asking the guy nicely to keep quiet on the streetcar... The problem is solved.

So if there was no more fireworks shooting on Friday, Saturday and Sunday last week-end following National Day, maybe it's because there was "someone" there for real...I admitt that this time I started to slide to the american sideof tje fence and be affraid. But hey.They did not come back there thefollowing days, to my knowledge, maybe there is some hope.

I don't know if there is anyone else who spread the word that this isn't fun anymore... though.

No one never says anything here when there is something wrong, except me, and one time a girl who said to a bus driver to slow down ; he was crazy dangerous.

Sadly, people, including the City, the Police and the workers, among which some sort of pseudo-friend I thought I had who will probably end up dead on the street somehow, haven't respected me enough for me to work anymore. So I left the kids to themselves in great distress.

Having been educated myself by the police for the past five years, I did not even think of having a talk with the teens last night... The context was also quite more dangerous than usual.

I felt as an officer in authority, an outreach who forgot to outreach, a journalist who forgot her mission, and a teacher who forgot to educate...

What was I doing there ? Woodbine Beach and park is where I've lived this spring and summer. So I am some sort of homeless mom of a bunch of adopted kids. I was Miss Maltais with a few hundreads ofmad grown-ups.

I had authority on the group and they knew it. Some of them were coming to me as though they instinctively relied on me there.

And the bad ones sent me bye bye in putting fire to my butt for me tocommunicate my version of this story. The version of someone who's always in the middle of something ... like the throwing of fire.

Hey teacher, leave themkids alone ? We'll see you on Zoom ?

What have you done to them, "normal" adults unlike me ?

They were completely homicidal last night, which makes me think it was suicidal to be there, for those who weren't shooting, for those who shot at me and for me to think they would stop with me telling them the truth !

Had I had the time and chance to see the agressors, I could have charged them with attempt of murder.

But who are the criminals ? Is it the youth ? Their neglectful parents ? Me ? The police ? Or the anonymous man who left me on Kingston Road the night before Canada Day, knowing I was going to sleep amongst the cardinals, the bunnies, the turtles, the racoons, the skunks, the foxes, the coyotes, not thinking of this animal-like crowd of furious and completely left-alone earwig kids (Are their parents too busy making money and partying, so that they leave Miss Maltais, a now mentally ill, criminally declared high school homeless French teacher to tell them that they are going nuts ?) I would know it if they weren't. I stand behind them and if they hit me again they will remember THE FRENCH TEACHER for the rest of their life...

If the youth shout at me so loudly, its because bunch of us adults wentinsane on this planet. They are with me. I don't and never will juatofy such a crime, however I understand why it has went so far, and why I decided to do things another way six years ago.

I can't afford gunning back and stabbing a kid. I walk alone on the street as a woman and it is extremely dangerous to have no one discharging these kids from a responsability that seems to big to be true. I'll take the blame.

Get a life young people and stop your insanity.

I witnessed almost half an hour to an hour of this dangerous bidding before I could finally leave.

I'm more in danger of death now cause these kids saw me and they know they attemptedmy life. It was a direct attack. An assault. They could hit mortally. Me, another adult, a camrade, an officer who else ? In May, the citizens of the beaches knew it would become dangerous during this long week-end. I have never seen this coming, personnally. I just try to eat. Maybe they forgot that nothing is free, nothing is garanty, and that even when 75% of this population WILL be vaccinated, it will not prevent an earthquake, a fload, a iced storm, or some other viruses to emerge from a somehow very polluted city - how many coffe cups are littered each day ? I have eco-anxiety. If I was a 18 year old woman, seeing thissort of hopeless agonizing future for the planet, i might too, have gone crazy and suicidal.

But if I dropped my university graduate studies, my car, and quit all this lifestyle, to live poorly and humbly, it is for them to remember there was someone who needed to sleep in this park cause while they were spending their money on fireworks, i was wondering if I would be abe to get a free bike bythe end of the summer. Can't they forget themselves and go have a soup in Moss Park or Regent or Financial District or elswhere downtown between Jarvis and Sherbourne and Queen and Dundas ...pick up anew friend to tell their shit too, and offer them some fuckumg health of theirs that they are wasting ?

Go get a meal in a Shelter with these guys. Feel how lucky you are to be able to afford a night at the beach. Some of my fellows haven't left Union Station Months.

Hey, homeless people, please adopt a spoiled teen for this city to find some balance.

In 5 years living on the street downtown Montreal and Toronto, this is the first time I experience a serious threat to my life, directly leading to death.

I have NEVER seen homeless people having such a dangerous behaviour, being so neglectful (police), orbeing so overtly ill-intentioned in half a decade. These kids really tried to hurt/kill me.

The police officers make it all "look" like they are present, but they actually just park in the intersections near the entrances of the parks (A car or two were located at Eastern/Queen with their beacons lights on. But they were not doi.g anything about the fire exchange inside of the park, at least for more than an hour, while I was around, it was just me, circled by the group. I did not know which way to go. I saw no CP 24, no CTV, no CBC.

Often times, late in the evening, at this very hour, I see at leasttwo (sometimes three) patrol vehicules parked on the North side of the green container where the sanitary toilet is. They hang out there for 30-60 minutes. I sometimes wonderif the Toronto police really has so much time to waste ... They sip their McDo coffee when, around Dundas Square I thought, but now even more so here, they are it seems some things to take care of... No ?

Last night, it was exactly the place to be ... but their usual spot was taken by two civilian cars of these young people in the middle of a firework contest from one side to the other of the parking lot near the lilac aisle.

Where were these 4 to 6 police officers who chill there every other night ? Sometimes morning.

Probably giving tickets and evicting homeless people from their tents ?

It is not like the police did not KNOW what was going on because they were not even 25 meters from the heart of the shooting. They had to see it all.

They just purposefully decided to let these teens kill each other. This is criminal of my part to not tell the truth. They let this just happen. As though the life of our children had no more value than our own ?

That is complete neglectfulness.

Once again, cops leave the homelesson the streets and fail to protect these kids from going as far as stabbing ine another. Apoarently that is how this ended again last night in the sector.

I left the scene for a couple of hours and peoplewere shooting fireworks West of Coxwell near the rugby field and skateboard park, where the turtles hang out. But they were not close to being as many as in Woodbine Park North-East. None. I saw zero intervention. Nowhere.

I came back at Woodbine Park after 2h. My cell battery was down.

I saw at least three young men coming out of the bush adjacent to the lot fence where the crowd was a couple of hours before. I turned aroud. Later, I walked down South from Queen to the restroom area where the heart of the protestants fire shooters were and West to Coxwell at around 3h30-4h00, before dawn and it was finally over, almost. But I heard a couple of "pow-pow" all night here and there.

I could not sleep at all night last night. I hadto go to plan A.

I could not agree more with Mr. Murphy and other neighbours. This area IS not safe with teenagers attacking adults without the presence of the police.

I deduce that some of the parents of these rich kids have no control over them at all. So, as usual, leave it to the professionals...

I don't drink, smoke marijuana or cigarette.

Fortunately, I slept on late yesterday afternoon,so I am okay now. But for other homeless people, this situation is not even conceivably survivable.

This makes me wonder if the youth really is going crazy ? Or isn't not a bit the adult radical pandemical repression that is bombing right back at us through them ?

I never was happy that the young people, especially this group of age, my "speciality" group of age, fasse les frais de mesures sanitaires coercitives abusives.

As a high school teacher, I blame the authoritiesthis time, not the parents. The consciousless and careless worldwide organisations such as the WHO, its leaders from business and philantropical backgrounds, the somehow brainwashed and brainwashers traditional media and the irresponsible governements and political leadeless elected who improvised an international emprisonment and restrictions beyond necessity for somehow, a cold. Sorry.

Yesterday, there was a 22 year old salesperson in a store who dared telling me to "wear amask in store". I was alone in a corner and I took a breath out of my mask. I needed air.

Maybe that is what we need. Some fresh air to ventilate our dusty brain. And stop turning this youth into a bunch of toughtless robots.

I agree. There should have been fireworks for Canada Day. Then, we all would have gone with them outside to breathe.

Cause, hey, I maybe hilarious at times, but I feel I can be dead tonight. People take me for more than granted. I gave; they punished me for being there for our society's main fights: social and environmental freedom. In this fight, the care for the youth along with the protection of the most vulnerables is a priority. The respect of the elders' wisdom, and some of the authority given back to the first nations as a way to finding back harmony with nature is also on top of the list of what I feel is an emergency for this country to find some sort of balance. Harmonizing the different colours, cultures and religion is also a very stimulating challenge. But if the school boards, such as the catholic ones, can't hear the point of views of a priest without kicking him out the parish, I wonder if there really is a dialogue to have with the youth on racial issues of all sorts.

Yesterday, a bunch of dangerous young people attacked a homeless woman. That is what happened. That homeless person also hapoens to be catholic, French, bacehelor of education and holding a diploma in communication.

Be careful people. Other homeless sleet in the Woodbine Area. Some of them needing attention and care. If young people can't care about them, who will ?

Like my dad, I am not just a comedian, a freaking clown whose anger and decisions are a big joke, I am also a bit of a journalist. A bit of an artist an an activist. I still had a lot yo say. The kinds who do not live very old.

That I can garantie (with practice).

So please don't kill the cops when they have to send you home to do some introspection.

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