Too radical to be a Liberal.
Too human to be a Conservative.

So what exactly is The Groundbreaker? Fuck, if even I know.

But if I had to slap a label on it, I’d call it the cheapest, most public form of therapy imaginable. It’s where I rant, ramble, and occasionally make sense of life in Northern Ontario—all from the perspective of an under-caffeinated, overly-opinionated asshole with too much time on hand and too much anger at world in the few free centimetres that make up the inside of his skull.

Life as a democratic socialist in Northern Ontario is interesting to say the least.

Most people kind of agree with you…so long as you don’t use the usual left-wing buzzwords. Like many good, honest folks across North America, they’ve been neck-deep in neoliberal Kool-Aid for so long they think the bitter aftertaste is natural. Luckily, I can’t spell proletariat correctly half the time, and I’ve always been an avid believer in not using a five-dollar word when a fifty-cent word will do.

Worship the wealthy like gods, privatize everything in service of the common good, never own a home or pay 80% of your pay in rent, spend every waking hour working or driving on shitty (toll) roads, but hey – we’ll affordably timeshare your spot in the sunshine and set fire to the rivers of this world, but remember: always wear a smile like nothing is wrong, because some day you too will be a billionaire!*

But above all else: Don’t ever fuck with the free market.
Or we’ll brigade you into oblivion, and call you a godless commie bastard.

– K –

^{*Some terms and conditions apply; tapeworms get free admission.}