Mistakes were made, Bill Blair says | #G20

So Bill Blair’s had some time to reflect on last summer’s G20 clusterfuck, and good and loyal servant he is, he’s graced us with a report. Among other things, he praises his officers for “facing danger and extreme provocation.”

Indeed. Takes a special kind of guts to stand your ground in the face of a small woman blowing soap bubbles.

Officers were caught off-guard and unprepared. Yeah, because we had the fucking G20 sprung on us without any notice.

Officers were overwhelmed. Poor lambs.

That’s not the half of it. According to the Star, the report

does not explain why so many were arrested, nor does it directly address conditions at the G20 jail on Eastern Ave., which has been sharply criticized for overcrowding and inhumane treatment.

I haven’t read it all the way through yet, but I’m going to go out on a limb here and wager that it doesn’t explain why those poor overwhelmed unprepared cops

• tore a guy’s artificial leg off
• beat, strip-searched and tortured a guy and left him naked in a cell 
• deliberately crushed a journalist’s glasses
• threatened women with gang rape
• broke another guy’s arm for no reason
• kicked another guy in the face after he was already arrested and cuffed
• beat the crap out of a woman about half their size.

I’m going to take a detail from the last example, the story of Lacy MacAuley’s arrest, just so we can get  a better idea of how we’re being served and protected:

Thug B then squeezed my throat with his right hand, digging his thumb deeply into my carotid artery area, on the right side of my throat. He held this for perhaps ten seconds, as Thug A stepped on me, re-adjusting himself overtop of me. I almost passed out at that point as the carotid artery is the chief artery that supplies blood to the brain. At some point during or before this strangulation, I wet myself. Urine seeped into and through my clothing. Darkness almost overtook me, but I held on and I did not lose consciousness.

During this whole time the thugs were calling me names such as: “cunt,” “bitch,” “whore,” and “street trash.” A constant barrage of their statements were phrases such as “Look at this street whore.” In addition, Thug A was making statements such as, “So you think you can smash up Toronto? Think again, you dirty bitch.”

When I did not lose consciousness from choking, Thug B punched the right side of my head with his left fist.

That’s the Toronto Police, folks. Serving and protecting. (And let’s not forget: Mayor Stupid thinks they were way too easy on us.)

And after all this time, only two officers have been charged. The rest of these sadistic, steroid-monkey, power-tripping, lying pieces of shit have been cowering behind their Blue Wall, whimpering to themselves about how underappreciated and misunderstood they are.

Bill? Fuck off, and take these bastards with you. Who’s protecting us from you?

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