There’s lots of food, as you’d expect, at the food bank where I volunteer on Friday mornings. I’m usually put on the tuna-and-pasta table, so I find myself handing out hundreds of cans of fish and just as many packages of spaghetti. Oh, and tomato sauce too.
But food banks, when you get right down to it, aren’t really about food. The people who turn up at the Fort York Food Bank on College Street in central Toronto, my spot, aren’t hungry in the sense of arriving with growling stomachs from not eating. What they are is struggling to get by in a very expensive city.
This is Trudeau’s fault. Mass migration is killing Canada’s standard of living.
