Back in the middle of the 1980's, I liked a band called The Jazz Butcher. I don't know where they came from (they sounded vaguely British) but one of their songs Bicycle Kid with its hilarious lyrics and killer beat became a personal fav. The song went...
He's a bicycle kid, He's got his Mister T. slippers.
He's a bicycle kid, he's eleven years old.
Dog-faced spawn of a working class Tory,
Bicycle kid never does what he's told.
He's a bicycle kid and he wants to get a crossbow.
Bicycle kid had a rabbit that died:
Evil little fucker put his pet through the window,
The he ran to his mother and he cried, cried, cried.
Which brings me to another Dick Florida post. The City of Toronto is a terrifying beast, but I recognize that governing a bunch of wingnut twats driving their garbage past 12 transfer stations to toss it on some poor Etobicokian's front yard during the garbage strike can't be a cake walk either. The latest bit of society tweaking by the Meir Müller and his Greenboots is the “adjustment” of Dupont into a bicycle kid thoroughfare and traffic nightmare. What was a working downtown journey alternative for west enders of mostly four lanes a mere two weeks ago, has been squeezed into a two lane gridlocked parking lot with two huge, empty bike lanes occupying what was parking spaces, turn lanes and a ribbon of pavement that once contained moving vehicles. Progress.
I want a crossbow.