Exporting Misery - Franchise Opportunity Avaliable
I live in a drug abusing neighbourhood. There are crackheads walking the street in front of my house all day and night. There are prostitutes who stand on the sidewalk at the end of my walkway, and I've caught them with their clients in my backyard. I've seen a woman, in broad daylight, pull down her pants, bend over and let fly her urine from about 15 feet away, not caring in the least if anyone sees her, and then, still in sight, get picked up by a john. People regularly urinate or defecate (defecation not as much, to be fair) around the property I rent with three other musicians, and our neighbor's property. Hell, the house right next door was a full blown crackhouse for six months of last year. I've seen women and women, women and men, and the elderly violently fighting with each other over crack. I've seen the progression of a normal person into a full on crack addict. I've seen police brutality. I know people who've been shot at.
I've seen kids, younger and younger, selling crack to other kids.
I live in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. I live in a country with one of the best social safety nets of any in the world.
I live right next door to a country with one of the worst social safety nets in the world, and they are exporting their shit here, to my neighborhood, like a skin rotting disease.
Let me explain that statement. There is this one drug dealer who's been around for a few years, regularly pacing up and down the street, making himself easy to find for his enslaved customers. Lets call him Dick. Dick is only around in the summer. He makes his first appearance around May, engages in his murderous business until September or October, and then disappears until next year, nowhere to be seen all winter.
This year, one of my roommates decided to try and find out what was going on with Dick, and so approached him in a casual, non-threatening sort of way and asked him where he was from. He replied that he was from the US. Nothing specific, just from the US. What he does is sell crack down south in the winter, probably somewhere warm, and in the summer he comes here to practice his aberration of entrepreneurship.
It seems as though it's worth it for him to risk crossing the border twice every year to come to my beautiful city and kill people. Apparently Dick's Canadian operations are more profitable than his US activities, or why would he bother? Because of people like him (drug dealers I mean, not Americans), good people move away and abandon their neighborhoods to this scourge. Is the fate of Toronto to be that of Detroit?
Toronto is one of the most multicultural cities in the world. Little Italy, Little Portugal, Little India, Korea Town, China Town, Little Ethiopia, etc.....all cultures of the world are represented by large communities. And it works. People live, for the most part, in peace. Toronto is one of the safest cities in the world. You'll see little old ladies alone on the subway at 1:30 in the morning, and women on the streets at night, walking without fear (but maybe with a little caution).
I'm not trying to imply that the US is responsible for the crack problem in Toronto, but Dick and his ilk (he couldn't possibly be the only one) are speeding this city's disintegration. Crack use is spreading daily, as is the crime and violence that is intrinsic to it, and the last thing we need is Americans setting up franchise operations here.
Dick, get the fuck out of my city. And don't come back.
I've seen kids, younger and younger, selling crack to other kids.
I live in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. I live in a country with one of the best social safety nets of any in the world.
I live right next door to a country with one of the worst social safety nets in the world, and they are exporting their shit here, to my neighborhood, like a skin rotting disease.
Let me explain that statement. There is this one drug dealer who's been around for a few years, regularly pacing up and down the street, making himself easy to find for his enslaved customers. Lets call him Dick. Dick is only around in the summer. He makes his first appearance around May, engages in his murderous business until September or October, and then disappears until next year, nowhere to be seen all winter.
This year, one of my roommates decided to try and find out what was going on with Dick, and so approached him in a casual, non-threatening sort of way and asked him where he was from. He replied that he was from the US. Nothing specific, just from the US. What he does is sell crack down south in the winter, probably somewhere warm, and in the summer he comes here to practice his aberration of entrepreneurship.
It seems as though it's worth it for him to risk crossing the border twice every year to come to my beautiful city and kill people. Apparently Dick's Canadian operations are more profitable than his US activities, or why would he bother? Because of people like him (drug dealers I mean, not Americans), good people move away and abandon their neighborhoods to this scourge. Is the fate of Toronto to be that of Detroit?
Toronto is one of the most multicultural cities in the world. Little Italy, Little Portugal, Little India, Korea Town, China Town, Little Ethiopia, etc.....all cultures of the world are represented by large communities. And it works. People live, for the most part, in peace. Toronto is one of the safest cities in the world. You'll see little old ladies alone on the subway at 1:30 in the morning, and women on the streets at night, walking without fear (but maybe with a little caution).
I'm not trying to imply that the US is responsible for the crack problem in Toronto, but Dick and his ilk (he couldn't possibly be the only one) are speeding this city's disintegration. Crack use is spreading daily, as is the crime and violence that is intrinsic to it, and the last thing we need is Americans setting up franchise operations here.
Dick, get the fuck out of my city. And don't come back.
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