Sensibly, for a government agency, the Dope City Park Board have decided to topple Stanley Park landmark The Hollow Tree because the old cedar is ready to drop on the next mark/tourist who farts too loudly in its ancient shade. Unsensibly, typical for a government agency, the Board has decided to erect a display of old photographs of the tree and the people who liked to take its picture. The tree is dead. Stick it in a wood chipper or a fireplace like what is supposed to happen to dead trees. Jesus Fuck, the board wants to treat a dead tree like it is Lenin in Red Square.
I hope they do not have any pictures of me smoking hash in that Hollow Tree. The Hollow Tree was a great spot to smoke hash on a rainy day before the hoards of motherfucking tourists took over the city Cyclone Taylor built.
In somewhat related news it looks like the screwhead developers that have completely taken over the city that still thinks it has a chance to win the Stanley Cup have their eyes on building around Stanley Park's majestic Lost Lagoon. If the greedy shits are not stopped I hope they are haunted forever by the ghost of Pauline Johnson.
On the other side of the country the hippies, having run out of old trees to hug on this coast, are out trying to disrupt the Canadian seal hunt. Fuck them. Seal is good food. Makes good clothing too. Some people even eat seal peckers. They figure seal peckers make their own peckers more powerful. Anything that is good for your pecker must be good for the rest of you. Protect your local sealer.
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I was waiting for you to speak up on the seal hunt. I just explained to a nice hippie friend, alright, she's an elderly punk, but she might as well be a hippie, about how the blood of seal killers courses in my veins. She handled it OK. I can live with those seal corpses on my conscience, but I hate the thought that they were all Orangemen. My ancestors, forebears and relatives that is. On the other hand, I like old trees. Something to do with growing up in New Jersey, where the only old trees are furniture in antique stores. I never saw an old tree til I was about 30. Laugh at me for a fool from New Jersey, but I was impressed. So are they turning old sawmills into million dollar live/work lofts?
The 46th mill to close in B.C. since 2000 just shut its doors. So it goes.
Turns out the development of the shores of Lost Lagoon was a hoax. That'll teach me to get into the beer on March 31.
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