Government Supression, Tiananmen and Canada's Equivalent

Here in the good ol' city of Toronto we have freedoms that most of you folks out there can only ever dream of once in your life times as far as the O3B nations are concerned.  We even mock you all for fun with posters on our city corners whereby a weirded out little child with dark pigment of skin is holding his arm in a question-like pose as if someone told him there is no Santa Clause and the title reads "CLEAN WATER?  WE POOP INTO IT!"  Are we laughing at Africans whom can not put two and two together to make water channels for their cities, farms?  Or are we advertising our services as peacekeepers whom can provide water services for next to nothing?  What exactly are we stating with this poster?  We know how it's done, boss?  Or we don't give a ….. about y'alls?  Are we laughing at your nation or are we offering such tremendous expertise that even clean purified sanitary water looks like a joke to us that anyone is doing without it?  Because to me, as I train in soccer daily at the magically inspiring U of T campus, I frequently dump even Gatorade in a fun pattern around me just for amusement.  It's only two dollars and fifty cents, and for even a poor disabled man like me that is nothing, right?  So why do you all have trouble with water, warfare, mistreatment of women, children, and even homosexual rights or their lack of?/  If we can poop into clean water and even drink from our toilets (I've done far worse, believe me) then why do Children's Christian Funds beg us in Toronto to help your children over there across the deep blue divide called the ocean?  Then again why do we in Canada believe government suppression of information, events, and even people and their families exists only in terrible, terrible, oh-so-terrible places like China?  Every man, woman, and child that I ever had the pleasure to meet from any Asian nation was always super friendly and courteous, although some were curt and short but never small.  In fact, one of my first friends ever was Korean, and I know this for a fact that as an immigrant in the '90s I never even knew Korea existed, let alone where on the map China was.  Who knew it was near Russia, another red giant, eh?  And now I learned that Canada's flag was all red, too?  As a child I didn't even know what our flag looked like.  Our national broadcaster is called CBC and it's colours are also exclusively red, too.  And some say Canada's maple leaf is red on the flag because the native's blood that the white settlers spilled soiled it.  And yet this I learned only a decade after immigrating as if it was some terrible secret - just like in China the incidents at Tiananmen square never happened, and the great firewall along with fake Facebook and fake Google and fake Twitter in China also keep people from speaking to whom they wish to.  In fact, I'm told China is so oppressive, that in certain online forums the word democracy is not even allowed or is it the word freedom?  And yet here in Toronto, Freedom is a cell company.  Are we again laughing at the suffering in China?  Or are we saying look we can help you people so much?  Duality is a sign of a complex world, or of an abusive government bending over backwards to hide its own even worse crimes.  What of those two it is in Canada, is not clear to me precisely because I am now a victim of the abusive acts of the Canadian government.

Why Leonidas Killed The Messenger

Disrespect.  This is why Leonidas of Sparta's 300 killed the messenger of Xerxes in the film adaptation of the comic book, 300.  No other reason.  The messenger spoke in an impolite manner, plain and simple, within the walls of a peaceful people whom loved life and treated others with respect and kindness.  People whom sewed the seeds every season and harvested every other season.  People who raised children and loved each other.  The very walls that were erected after they were forced upon them by those outside.  The King himself ended the messenger and not even bothering to use a subject of his.  The king put his foot on that very messenger's heart and pushed him into the eternal pit where all dark things belong, including a Xerxes slave or follower or believer.  Disrespect the Spartans my dear Xerxes and you are ended.

Toronto and Abuses of Power

For a long time I believed all the fairy tales about Canada.  Now I know starting a blog or a journal post or a newspaper column like this is immediately looking to push away readers, for we all know the phrase “that doesn’t happen in Canada” is key to our enjoyment of the illusion that we are a special kindred soulful nation full of not racism, not sexism, not hatred, not violence, not what they have over there across the big blue seas, right?  We are different because we are not them, because we are not terrorists, and most assuredly because we are not unusually cruel and because because because we do not censor each other at least via the governmental route as we all know even the Chinese do.  So why are there blind homeless men begging for change on Yonge street in Canada while others in Lambourghinis and Porsches drive by not to mention women who spent $120 on eyelash extensions every weekend instead of helping each other?  Is it typical normal run-of-the-mill spoiled rich democratic culture whereby we are having so much fun we failed to notice those whom weren’t and it’s not some big government-conspiracy-type-of-behind-closed-doors deal?  Do we Canadians, like Tribe Called Quest said, do it all for the love, yo?  Go Jays Go?  All for the love, yo?