Re: G-20

It ain't fun at all!

After watching the second part

This is just insane. Why would they closed in the people. wait hours, and make everyone upset and then beat them up when the innocent people were basically just there to go home after the "peaceful protesting party"?

This world is insane. Whoever is the "bosses" that decide these "security strategy" are the one who wants to fight, not anyone of the people there.

Power and authority is ugly and sinful. There should be no one ruling over anyone because we are all equal in God's eyes.

G-20

So.. G-20 is around the corner for Toronto..

Was doing some "research" on how G-20 will impact Toronto in June 26-27...
"It's going to be the largest security event in Canada." (Vancouver Olympic was the largest and this is going to surpass that completely... "massive" is the word they use)

Wow..! (I feel like to go downtown just to check this thing out... I have seen it on tv most of my life, but I bet it would be so cool to see it real life..!)

Anyway. Here's some idea of how it would be like..

"can we get out???"... this is like a closed in party on the street!! :P

Party like a what??

Party like a Catholic!

Plain silly, but it cracked me up.. haha..

Gadzooks! What have you got to lose?

Found an artsy music video and uplifting song ^^

Happy Weekend and Happy Mother's Day!

Heavens To Purgatory

Now’s the time for age of humans care for what
can be done for yourself. The in respect then out
will cling itself to seeming hopefuls.
Now we sing on a bridge for your own half,
heavens to purgatory.
Gadzooks! Gadzooks! Gadzooks! What have you
got to lose?

What you are is fast, the glance and telephone,
ring those portable sling.
Deal with foggy folds you are here without
consent except for your own.

Records of our discontentment, will but purge
since one has found it, awfully hard to keep a
grimace, voltage from another’s counting.

We’re such plants -- oxygen, xylem, phloem -- in the
wrists, pumps to the greed of your delusion to a
blind knowledge of sight from fall
chosen from spring.

Records of our discontentment, will but purge
since one has found it, awfully hard to keep a
grimace, voltage from another’s counting.