There’s a labyrinth installation in the little Trinity Square Park tucked behind the Eaton Centre — a winding path to “quiet the mind,” in the heart of Toronto’s hustle and bustle. If you visited it in late September, and wandered through its meandering route, you’d have ultimately come to the centre — the heart of your meditative journey, perhaps, the moment of enlightenment — only to be tripped up when you encountered a gaping jagged hole where bricks forming the path were missing, covered in caution tape.
Aha. If you were contemplating the state of Toronto on your journey, you’d have found a piece of the answer: stuff is falling apart.
Toronto has a lot working against it. For starters it’s run by progressives for progressives.
Its schools are so progressive in fact that menstruating girls are segregated for being impure during in-school Islamic prayer rituals. Just like in Progressive Iran where women are murdered for removing their hijabs. Contrary to the the city’s motto diversity is not a strength, it is a recipe for a low trust society.
Progressives know how to waste money on worthless endeavors. John Tory is great at proclaiming Left-Handed Vegan Transvestite Amputee Day but little else.
Toronto has 40,739 employees* most unionized. How they can’t fill potholes is beyond me. Maybe designating all pot holes as LGBTQ2S killers would result in better performance.
It won’t get better. Progressive cities only ever spiral into the dirt. Just check in with the residents of Portland or San Francisco. Taxes go up, services slide, crime rises, businesses leave and white flight follows.
