Two centuries ago, Toronto’s leaders set aside a parcel of land in its growing west end for the enjoyment of the public. It became Clarence Square, a classic Victorian park with handsome residences on its flanks.
They would be astonished to see it now. For one thing, the little patch of green is surrounded by an ever-rising forest of high-rise towers in glass and steel. For another, the square itself is an unsightly mess. A graveled dog park occupies one side, a homeless encampment another. The fountain at its heart is broken and encased in plywood hoardings. The lawn is full of weeds.
Because our ever rising taxes go to support bloated union wages and (insert deviant progressive cause of your choosing here).
