It was a rocky week for the occupiers of St. James Park. After the eviction notice issued by the city was challenged in court last week, on Monday Judge Brown finally made his decision to get rid of the squatters.

During that week, the forces, which tried very hard to present the movement they created as a spontaneous club of rainbow-loving hippies, dropped the charade and got more involved. Yes, we knew all along that the unions and the powerful lefty elites were behind it, but it was nice to see them admitting it.

Tuesday last week, after the eviction notices were issued, the notorious CUPE stated its intention to fight the removal. In a tweet they said:

 

 

Then the very, very scary group of the hacking misfits, Anonymous, threatened the City Hall:

We are still waiting for their devastating wrath…

The dyke city councillor Kristyn Wong-Tam also released her own brand of wrath. (Hey, Barbara Hall, am I allowed to use the word “dyke”? I guess I can, if the lesbians are using it).

 

Then she tried to shame the city government (of which she is supposedly a part):

 

She even enlisted in her campaign the wisdom of the masses:

 

While that campaign was underway, representatives of the trade unions requested a court intervention to stop the eviction. I visited the place on Monday afternoon, after the eviction order was upheld. The mainstream media, sensing the coming crackdown, had already sent their vultures to cover it:

 

Other than the usual psychotic atmosphere, you could feel creeping desperation – the squatters were frantically trying to make themselves look better.

I saw them display a quote from the Criminal Code, which deals with interruption of peaceful gathering with religious or benevolent purpose:

 

 

It was a funny sight when you consider how those people rejected the judicial system of the “capitalist state” and ignored the many laws they violated while occupying the park. But hey, that’s Lenin’s way – exploit the weaknesses of the “bourgeois democracy” until you destroy it.

Under the threat of eviction, they miraculously turned to Christianity. During my previous visits, the only references to religion were the Friday Muslim prayers and the Muslim propaganda stand. But now – lo and behold – the occupiers had chaplains, although all of them were lesbians from the United Church. That trick is easy to figure out, because in case of eviction the occupiers considered taking refuge at the nearby St. James Cathedral.

Here is one of them preaching in full attire, even with the homosexual rainbow included:

 

 

Next to her is that weird guy, who appeared in Ezra Levant’s first field report from the park. That’s a microphone taped with duct tape to his hand (he must be some kind of an Alinsky cyborg). During the sermon he fell into ecstasy, which was not shared by the people around:

 

At the steps of the cathedral I saw another smiley lesbian chaplain, with a woman-minister standing next to her:

 

It was nice to see with them the jolly tranny, who impressed me with his/her dancing the first day. Something was missing in him/her under those man’s clothes.

Thinking of that religious conversion, I wondered how it complied with the atheist beliefs of the several communist parties, which camped in the park. Even the anarchists from Black Bloc displayed their contempt for religion at their little shop (“NO GODS, NO MASTERS”):

 

 

On the other hand, I don’t know how that big demand could co-exist with the little sign they displayed as well: “Please DON’T HURT THE YURTS”

 

 

Such a pansy-type statement was sure to hurt their image. Anyway, there were some signs that doomsday was coming. I saw a few people taking out stuff from the yurt near the kitchen:

 

 

 

 

 

Other tents were fully removed, but the garbage and filth they contained was still haunting the park:

 

 

 

Of course, nothing could beat the horrible smell from the kitchen trash that probably hasn’t been taken out for many days:

 

It was a pleasant surprise to see the same weird people all over again. Here is Mr. Dirty Pants, whom I have been following from the beginning (you can see him in my previous posts):

 

He wears the same pants, jacket and shirt he did on October 15 (the day they occupied the park). I don’t even want to think about his underwear. (Hey, HRC, is it discrimination to say somebody’s wearing dirty clothes?)

Then I saw the scary ghost of the lesbian future:

 

It was nicely complemented by the crazy preacher at the top of a tree:

 

And how can you miss the annoying drummers, one of the main reasons why the occupying idiots are hated so much:

 

 

An occupation won’t be complete without the Indians and their sacred fire. It was definitely there. The week before, the furious occupiers complained about the city’s disapproval of the fire. They tweeted that the Fire Marshall had no problem with it:

 

If what they say is true, we are totally screwed – obviously there is a separate law for Indian fire. If I start a fire in a public park, I’ll be arrested, fingerprinted, and fined.

I approached the tent with the sacred fire trying to see what was going on and take a picture. The problem was that there were two girls, who stared at me and followed every one of my moves. (It didn’t help that I was coming from a luncheon lecture of the Canadian Ambassador to Japan Jonathan Fried and probably was seen as an overdressed representative of the 1%). As soon as I took out my iPhone to take a picture, both of them chased me screaming: “It’s a first nation sacred fire, no pictures, no pictures!” which was followed by a string of words I can’t repeat here.

As I was escaping their fury, I spotted Brian Lilley from SUN TV.

 

 

His gloomy appearance didn’t show much of excitement for being among the young people, who are the future of our nation. And I don’t blame him, when you go through the pictures above, you know why he may feel like that. My consolation was that his cameraman was shouted at as well by the two Indian girls when he passed the sacred fire.

 

 

 

 

The restraint the officers showed was amazing (I don’t know if their hijab squad would’ve been able to deal with those insults).

To demonstrate their complete contempt for authorities, the occupiers decided to burn the eviction notices, which the city served them earlier, in front of the police:

 

 

That was really sad to watch. They obviously thought they were reliving the times of Jerry Rubin and Abby Hoffman, when the hippies used to burn their draft cards. But as their idol Karl Marx said once, history repeats itself first as tragedy, second as farce. The 1960’s hippies, whom those losers emulate, had a good reason to avoid draft – it could’ve killed them. The 2011 occupiers just wanted to stay in the park doing nothing, drinking, getting high, and eating at union expense.

We live in a sad world…

 

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