To Serve and Protect (The Suburbs)
I wasn't intending on compiling a list of Vancouver's Finest FAILS until it hit me, literally. Coked-up, suburban, small-dicks, invading Downtown in all their popped-collar glory, pissing in our alleyways; overcome by the stimuli of the big city and drenched in pheromones they feel they must prove themselves to each other by thumping their chests. Like a kitten who first sees a bee and thinks its a bird, prancing around with self-pride, oblivious of the coming sting.
These are the pussies who race their Acuras down city streets, killing innocent bystanders and fleeing the scene. These are the pussies that shot Lee Matasi. These are the pussies that beat their wives. These are the pussies that swarmed the black haired, bearded, harmonica man of Gastown in my alley last night. I am not the strongest man, but I am fiercely passionate and quick-tempered. My father taught me to stand up for the weak and defenseless. He told me stories of Bobby Sands, Kent State, and Sitting Bull. And so to my probable detriment, I will fight.
And dear God I hope you are reading this you spiky-haired little douchebag, because I will do it again; you and me, bare knuckled, in the streets of Gastown. Hell, we could even charge for admission. If I win, the proceeds go to Fearless City, if you win you can buy yourself a new Armani/Exchange T-shirt after I popped the collar off your old one. Yeah sure you split my lip when I tried to stop you from stomping on the man's skull, but at least I distracted one of you for a few seconds. And yes when you're friend had finished pummeling the victim you both would've probably seriously injured me, had not a second Gastown Blogger arrived. What is the state of our civilization when two -admittedly incredibly talented and handsome- bloggers are out there in the rain defending the downtrodden from thugs? And is it a Coinicdence Kris Krug, that you were watching Dark Knight earlier in the evening? Hmmm...
Alas Gotham doesn't need a hero. It needs justice. As the harmonica man recovered in time to see the police arrive, he was probably just as untrusting of them. As the police maced the guy for trying to fight them, he wandered off into the alley. He didn't want to have anything to do with the police, so they didn't press charges. Meanwhile the two assholes (he thought three people were beating him) spend a night in the drunk tank, forget everything, return to their plastic lives and do it all over again the next weekend. Don't get me wrong, I'm not advocating for prohibition. If anything we need to build more bars, especially in the suburbs. How many nightclubs do Ricmond, Burnaby, Surrey, and North Vancouver have combined? Five? Yet Vancouver fronts the tab. Bars enforce ridiculous, Big Brother I.D. measures whilst city councils try and stifle it with drachonian liquor licensing or by creating a massive strip of ass-holery down the middle of our bus-only thoroughfare.









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thank you sean for this.