On Saturday, August 25, 2012, a meeting was both called and hosted by the Federal Liberal candidate representing the Guildwood Parkway region of south Scarborough, Mr. John McKay. There, present and accounted for, I sat in the front row of this town hall meeting, while the honourable member delivered some personal words of introduction followed by a list and seemingly endless littany of people, in one form or the other, who were both involved and employed by the government of Ontario. What was presented, consequently, seemed to be nothing than a show. What was presented - at least to me – was a long and languid summary that primarily included what has so far transpired in the last month or so since that fateful day on July 16 - the day known as the Danzig Tragedy - and the time now passed to the present day. 

Patiently and quietly sitting in the front row, I listened to the parade, in whole and in part, of people who promoted their causes; again I maintained my focus and listened intently to those who were employed and therefore represented the provincial government of Ontario. Not surprisingly, in that light, I surmised without a great deal of difficulty or further explanation that those standing front and center had a duty to explain more fully the services they provided such as those stemming from The John Howard Society, or Juvenile Services, that included all the counseling needed for the chronically depressed, not to mention those suffering from the debilitating and ever injurious effects of their alcoholism and drug addictions.

To some, but not all, it might have seen seemed quite reasonable to describe the services made available by the Liberal Ontario government, which were all nicely and neatly explained by a Federal Liberal member of Parliament no less. To me, however, it all seemed quite vague, vacuous, and inconclusive, if not altogether meaningless; not that these service providers were incompetent or in any way lacking in the skills needed to provide said services, but I believed at that time – as I do now –  that the services offered should not have been the issue of discussion at this meeting. After all, what is the relevance of social programs to a criminal, a gangster, firing his weapon into an unarmed crowd? Not only that, these social programs indeed where the direct results of a tragic shooting that was allowed to occur on July 16, which affected the deaths of two members of our community, namely Shyanne Charles and Josua Yasay. In essence, and in my opinion, these specific social programs have increased and slowly have incremently been augmented in and around this community, while gang members are allowed to roam the streets, ready as they are no doubt, to fire off their weapons once more.

Sitting alone in the front row, at that time, I was wondering how these specific social programs could ever hope not only to affect, but to help the conditions of Shyanne and Joshua. Most, if not all, of the citizens gathered on this Saturday of an August occurring on the 25th day of a year dated 2012, were all thoroughly convinced that social programming and the elaborate spending of money are the key to long term rehabilitation and correction of our somewhat broken judiciary system. To me, however, in an emergency situation it seems that emergency measures are needed; long term measures cannot hope in any way to correct, or even in the least, rectify, this very dire and desperate situation. In that light, when allowed to take the floor, I explained I believed the position of this community and city of Toronto would be to demand, unconditionally and unequivocally, the most stringent sentence for the possession of handguns and all restricted weapons – and these penalties to be meted out to the possessors of such destructive and killing weapons. 

I explained to them on this day that the criminal understands only two important matters when it comes to committing a crime, or caught in the commission of same: How much time am I going to do? How quickly can I be set free or extricated from my current place of incarceration, by making and therefore being granted bail? Again and again, I wondered to myself how social programs along with the $20 million spent by the McGuinty government - of the taxpayers’ money, I might add - can hope to help those already killed and maimed in The Danzig Tragedy happening on July 16, 2012. I wondered how indeed will social programs separate the gangster from his gun? I wondered, too, at the same tiome sitting rather pensively and oft times sadly, how do we prevent such a tragedy from happening again if the citizens are unwilling to voice their opinions in such an efficacious manner, in order to express themselves that was both effective and necessary.

Sitting, in the front row of this coommunal gathering on Saturday, aug 25, 2012, I wondered if the citizens - in this case in the community of east end Scarborough - are willing to voice their opinions, which to me might just replace the void now being filled by politicians and gangsters alike. As is the usual custom after one of Toronto’s horrific shootings - caught in the middle as usual within void of all the indecisiveness, the inconclusive decisions, and the inexorable frustration is the so-called ordinary citizen, who placed between police and politician is left at a quandary at what to do when tragedy strikes. The citizen it seems is left with an empty and vacuous position of numbness along with a deep rooted sense of  uncertainty at both being used, and being unnoticed, while gangsters and politicians alike do what pleases them, all in the middle of a most chaotic and horrific maelstrom.

When I asked the Honourable Member of Parliament, Mr. John McKay, in my capacity as President Of The Coalition for Citizens’ Safety In Toronto, if he believed the laws in our country regarding gun ownership were strict enough, he said to me this was not the place to discuss nor decide such issues; nor was the honourable Liberal MP willing to become involved in a debate about such laws regarding their potency and validity at this time. Fair enough, I thought. Needless to say,  Mr. McKay was rather more focused, shall we say, on the more positive aspects of displaying how Ontario has somewhat recovered, or somewhat has healed itself, has  somewhat corrected itself – all as a result of The Tragedy allowed to occur on July 16, 2012. At that particular meeting there were those citizens, however, who believed nothing could ever be done unless the laws prohibiting the use of firearms were tightened to such an unbearable and inexorable degree of pain, in fact, that the criminals holding said restricted weapons would themselves be forever unwilling to proceed with their violence, and their lawlessness. 

To me, again sitting pensively, I was struck with the unbelievable and the unnacceptable – what would happen if this horible circumstance were ever to occur once more within this community? To me, there seemed no alternative but to address this issue as an emergency situation. To me, emergency measures were and are still required. If a man is drowning you do not tell him he must take swimming lessons. You do of course help him in the quickest and the most effective manner available to you at that time. Again, in my opinion, The Danzig community is drowning. If, we as citizens of this city were to experience another shooting in close proximity to this street, for example, then indeed a riot of of horrendous proportions would doubtless ensue. 

The incivility and riotous behaviour allowed to proceed on the streets, in, along, and near the Danzig location, would have far reaching effects, and a far more detrimental effect not only upon the victims and this city, but as well in the eyes of the world watching this riotous behaviour unfold. In no time flat, the entire inner fabric of this fabulous metropolis would no doubt become severely weakened. Soon, revenue generated from tourism, such as shows, sporting events, and all the circumstances associated with the tourism business would quickly atrophy - all caused by gangsters firing their loaded handguns at unarmed citizens of this city. Again, in the ensuing melee and aftermath, our publicly projected image - or more correctly - the sense that Toronto is forever clean and safe - would become permanently tainted in the eyes of the world. If this good, clean, and wholesome image were ever to become indelibly marred then I am of a reasonable but not absolute certainty that Toronto would witness first hand the eventuality of ever waning tourism. Consequently, the commercial collapse of our tourist enterprise would slowly disintegrate and crumble like one of our Lakeshore overpasses now currently rotting slowly but surely away like one of our Liberal government’s social programs, which in more than one instance has proven to crumble and land heavily down upon all of the citizens of this city. While standing underneath one of our crumbling pillars, one could only assume the damage inflicted by such a fast falling and ponderous piece of concrete. That is indeed bad news for any motorist happening to wend his or her merry way both through and around the streets of our city. In the same manner, gangsters, thugs, and all armed criminals with their guns blazing bent on robbing, raping, looting, maiming and murdering each and every citizen of this city - once so clean and so quiet – will swoop down and eventually land upon us all with ever pernicious and deadly results.  

Bad news is, indeed, bad for this city. Promptly and lavishly reported in the news then broadcast worldwide – it is clear shootings and killings filmed in the open streets of this city, followed by their ever ensuing and ever escalating riotous behaviour, is nothing less than bad for business. To the chagrin of politicians and policemen alike when shootings, robberies, and assaults are allowed to occur on the streets of Toronto, the bad news soon reaches other parts of the world with undue inevitability. These events are allowed to disseminate through the Internet in a seemingly sub-light manner. Thinking the unthinkable, consequently,  I might propose that these particular set of headlines could soon spread: Toronto is not as safe as it once was. Well, in fact, the streets are not indeed as safe as they once were; however, no street anywhere located in any major city of this world is as safe as it once was. What we, however, are facing as citizens of the teleglobal village are the effects of a worldwide and universal epidemic created out of our fear, our prejudice, our poverty, our bigotry, and our frustration – all leading to mayhem and horrific crime. What we are facing in Toronto currently is the same scenario both witnessed and finally experienced within the urban and rural regions of most major cities in the world. All the world it seems, not coincidentally, are facing a very significant and insurgency in the uncivil, the barbaric, the uneducated, the disapppointed and the rejected of this world. Instead of beautifying our cities, instead of preserving the sanctity of our safety and peace that are both held so near and dear by most of us living within the beautiful boundaries of our metropolis – instead, these lawless individuals have deemed our cities to be more of a chasm or an abyss. They, the gangsters and highway men of our time, have decided quite arbitrarily that our cities are locations simply to be looted, to be cut up as a piece of choice sirloin steak, perhaps, then the rest to be discarded and destroyed, if possible, by the youth of this planet - all leading to nowhere – all leading to a life of abject misery and abhorrent crime.  

In essence, consequently, what we are currently facing and at this time experiencing is the misplacement of millions upon billions of youth who find it impossible to fit into even the most minute portion of society. This displaced segment of society, which shall include an ever increasing amount of our overpopulated world, shall become increasingly overwhelmed to the point of being frustrated, to the point of being angry, to the point of being finally and forever  violent. And each one of these stages of frustration, anger, and violence, shall include a certain degree of crime being perpetrated upon the citizens of this city, along with every city located everywhere around us within this world known as Terra Firma. 

To me, therefore, it shall be the specific duty of every dutiful citizen of this world - and of course this city - to recognize the dilemma facing the youth of today regarding his or her role in society, then to adjust to that dilemma. How the citizens of this world make this adjustment shall either make or break our, or any city. Where now as we, the citizens currently standing at the crossroads of our city – it is we, and we alone who can make or break the city of Toronto in our capacity as the gear and the pinion providing the power and the purpose of this striving and eternal metropolis. Currently, some of this city’s more obvious cracks and fissures have been become, more and more, visible to anyone wishing to look upon some of the more unseemly deformities, which have been inflicted upon the facade of this fair and venerabale cosmopolitan, this lovely and loving lady, whom I shall name in a very fond and honorable way as The City Of Toronto.

A Letter of Hope, Encouragement, and Exhortation to His Worship.

Friday, August 3, 2012 11:23 AM From: “Mayor Ford”Add sender to ContactsTo: “steve taylor”

Dear Steve,

Thank you for your email. I apologise for the delay in responding. I feel it is important to listen and understand the issues most important to you. I will be sure to share your thoughts with my policy team during the upcoming months of deliberation and discussion.

I will continue to work on behalf of the taxpayers to make sure you get the respect you deserve.

Thank you again for taking the time to write me and taking an active role in transforming our city for the better because we’re all in this together. Please feel free to contact my office again at any time.

Yours truly,

Mayor Rob Ford

City of Toronto

The upcoming vidoes, some of which have been previously viewed and recorded courtesy of my videographer, webmaster, teacher and confidante, Janet Charette, are to be seen as a commentative description not only of our city and its surroundings, but of its people who to me are the city. Being a vibrant part of the whole, I am including myself in my own commentary in relationship to any comments or opinions derived either for me or the citizens of this beautiful, this safe, this clean, this everlasting Metropolis called Toronto. Being a resident of Scarborough lasting over a period of more than thirty five years now and counting, I view my opinions and overall views, in truth, to be biased and acutely slanted towards the ultimate good I see and shall continue to see in all this city’s people, including most definitely, the city that used to be called ‘Scarborough’ but is now part of a much greater and glorious amalgamation process still in progress known as Toronto.

In my humble view, people of this or any other city do not dramatically change but are destined to develop or better the term, transform, themselves into something that is usually of benificience to oneself. Some here living in this city’s streets, or dwelling in houses located in and around the thoroughfares of this town, are definitely not of a kind, peaceful, neighbourly, or communal mind. This type of counter-citizen is more readily eager to possess, to steal, to maim, and even to destroy anyone or anything that stands in his way -all in the achievement or the attainment of certain worldy possessions or easily disposable items, again, as a way of gauging what he might consider to be a rich and lucrative way of life. As lawful citizens and peaceful men and women of liberal means actively seeking common goal of fulfillment, we might consider this as success. I call these people criminals, who in fact some of them, make it their ultimate life’s desire to do all they can to disobey the law whether in any slight or acute manner. To these residents, some of whom are verifiably not citizens of this city, and along with this and every community I say that I would hope the residents and lawful citizens of this city shall forever imagine this new and ever exciting metagenesis, Toronto, without them. With utter and unbridled expectation, consequently, I will say very definitely and very indicatively to this city to shun and to overtly discourage any criminal from taking root in this city, more like some mite of unknown origin - and to actively uproot in a more permanent manner as if to exterminate this lingering infestation of festering gansgter, thug, and murderer - and to tell him individually or as a gang, with definite and extreme prejudice, that they are not welcome in this town.

In the name of decency and some modicum of acceptable decorum, both as a man of literature and of the streets, I choose to dispense with all the rough sounding, tough-talking and despicable language one might use to describe as to defame any person daring to flaunt his uncivil nature like a suit newly worn and natily styled. I am more inclined to decry this miscreant while at the same time, this vagabond, this vagrant, this fugitive from justice, who has already attempted thorough criminal means, using fear and terror as his major assault weapons, to extort money from the same people with whom he pretends to maintain some semblance of a friendship - namely, his very own neighbourhood. Since it appears to me that citizens are naturally complacent due to their fearful attitudes forced upon them by such terror-driven deviants, consequently, I am more willing to visit the citizen at his home, which to me are the streets of this town, and to ask him, what the best way might be in order to extricate himself from such a dire and desperate position in which the lawful citizen is currently held. This position, dire and desperate, is one in which the lawful citizen is held at  gunpoint by the unlawful; morever, with my signs, my pen and paper held in my hand, and with my microphone and camera at my trusting side, I shall ask the lawful citizen how he might finally come to terms with the fact he is currently being held hostage within the premises of his very own street that houses his domicile. Armed merely with camera and commentary, I shall view citizen and criminal alike – both together in the same lens if I must – in order to show how, and why, and when, a man of peaceful and law abiding means is held captive within his very own street that houses his home, his city named Toronto.

In conclusion, I am fervently hoping when seen by you that the men and women of reason and peaceful means might wish to engage a man named Stephen, his sign held proudly high, while generously donating your own personal thoughts along, too, no doubt with some alternative and ameliorative solutions in order to live a longer and happier, and a more peaceful life in this city. Perhaps, though, another type of man or woman, of more devious and dreadful means, might happen by, and he too might wish to make a suggestion on how to make his life better as well; perhaps, this wayward and unlawful person might suggest how he might make it easier and less humiliating on himself, if and when, the time ever arrived he wished forever to quit his life of criminal behaviour, and then to live in harmony and peace amongst his friends, his family, and his neighbours, who in a like manner live in harmony within this community known, of course, as the city of Toronto.

The Happy Hour

It can be stated that the story of ‘The Happy Hour’ can now be told, whose tale is one not only of devout and decisive madness, but one of crime, of greed, and of corruption as well. It may be accurately stated that ‘The Machete Murderer’ dwells not merely within the safe and cloistered confines of a city named Toronto, but is currently living everywhere where anyone might be tempted to think the thoughts of self perpetuating, self generating hate that is certain to be found within a city that secretly hides a man named Armstrong. To those guarding him in the city of Toronto, Willie Armstrong is known as ‘The Machete Murderer,’ who, with his sword brandished high, holds the weapon of destruction, arrogantly and self righteously, in a most devout and pristine manner above his head.
And to those guarding the man known as Armstrong, this very minute within a concrete reinforced cell – it is from this very location locked securely and secretly within this madman’s thoughts can the truth about one man be told. Verily he walks amongst us, this man of Toronto, who is rightfully made the metaphor for all the evils and ills this city is currently suffering – and shall continue to endure – so long as men and woman of organized crime, the gangsters, the flesh peddlers and those who have deemed this city as their personal gem of possession walk amongst the citizens of this city, named for its safety and security, of Toronto.

Men and women of devious design have long been plotting the destruction of this city for some time now, thus it is the duty and the divine right of the Paraclete of Death and Destruction to eradicate all this city’s corruption, all the iniquity that currently breeds within and amongst us all! Aptly named by those guarding him – it is ‘The Machete Murderer’, this very moment, who is feared! It is here within the cell of his homicidal domicile does he plan to free himself of his shackles and his manacles, this trapped and confined man, who, under the divine and loving eye of his God shall attempt to extricate himself from all he is, and shall ever be – this man of hate, and prejudice, and utter madness. And so too, it is right and proper that he visit the places of iniquity as this one man of secrecy ambles with precision and dedication, up and down the streets of downtown Toronto in search of the source of sin – the women of the world who have corrupted him with their womanly and wanton ways.
He, then, through the vilest of manner shall eradicate all the women of the street, all one by one, until they of this city are no more, until they, the females of this world, are made to pay, bit by bit, piece by bloody piece, until they are no more!
As it was foretold to this man of God through divine and righteous revelation, it is the duty of the Paraclete to destroy all the sinners of this city, and all the panderers of filth and fornication found, within and on, its streets. Therefore, it can be rightfully stated that it is the divine right of this holy and dedicated man of God to kill, kill, kill, until there is no one left standing save the man of God himself, who is most devout and dutiful in his duties as the man of madness, this man named ‘The Machete Murderer’ by those still guarding him.
So I implore you, my friends of the ecletic, the barbaric, the profane, the insane and the sacred, to read this narration made of the poetic, the prosasic, and designed of the most unimaginable description that cannot help but to inform and to please the reader, as told in its entirety regarding a man named Armstrong, who shall do nothing, if anything, but disgust those who cannot accept the truth concerning their very own city, which similar to any other city, in fact, that is located somewhere, everywhere, here, surrounding us.

If you will, my friends, read, soon to be a collector’s item, this account made of murder and madness occurring on the streets of Toronto. Within the pages of this narration, the reader shall uncover a story concerning this city’s most notorious murderer, in truth, who was never brought to trial nor charged of any crime.
This tale entitled,’The Happy Hour,’ is the horrific account of a man named Armstrong, who, described to those even now attending him within the fortified walls of one of Ontario’s safest, most secretive, and most secure asylums, named The Elmgrove Institution, is known as the ‘Machete Murderer’. Here, within these pages, may you read all of his gruesome exploits of which some have been, at least in part, described to me by members of Toronto’s finest team of homicide detectives.
Yes, all the elements of criminality, spirituality, and horror, are described as they are properly exploited, thus to reveal the mind of a killer destined to become in all certainty, Toronto’s darkest and most tightly guarded secret! About to be set free upon the citizens of Toronto and indeed the citizens of the world – he is here, Willie Armstrong, as he, with his killing blade held righteously above his head, is about to cut and chop until all his victims are made to feel the wrath of a blade, both poised and polished in the most pristine manner, to kill! The ‘Machete Murderer’ comes not only to destroy but to make love to the bodies butchered, now purified, by his blade of holiness.
It is here the reader shall witness within these fraught-filled pages, the desecration and the defecation of a mind gone mad! Here, if you please, read this true, never to be told account of Toronto’s most feared and notorious murderer never brought to trial, whose victims now cut, are then stuffed quite unceremoniously into a duffle bag, their remains weighted down and made to sink down to the very bottom of a blood-red River known as the Don.
Please, I implore of you, to read parts entitled: Holy Orders, Mike’s Dilemma, and Resurrection – all written as a three part discourse of true, soon to be historical account of this city’s only serial killer entitled The Happy Hour. Look for it, my fellow readers.

About Stephen Taylor, author of ‘The Happy Hour’ and ‘The House of Triblinkus’

A warm and hearty welcome, all avid readers, friends, and fellow writers to my internet living room. Current author, lecturer, teacher, now rights and safety activist for the city of Toronto with all his fortitude implores viewers, citizens, and readers within earshot of this site today to become all they can be, lest those less aspiring and honourable living amongst us take this city away from us! Currently, with conspicuous and anxious gaze, I await your much anticipated arrival uopn this site, which is verily my world. And this location of living thought, images and ideas all collectively and commonly belong in the heart and mind of my current community, Toronto. Again, this is Stephen Taylor, President of ‘The Coalition For Citizens’ Safety In Toronto,’ writing near a bright and open window found within an ever introspective location of universal mind that is situated squarely within the heart and soul of my metropolis, this, my current residence of Scarborough, which I consider to be my eternal city and my world, entirely.

*****As of this date only select copies of a collector’s edition entitled ‘The Happy Hour’ are available. The mass publication of this novel has not yet commenced but is in the offing, I’m sure. I am certain, too, there is at least one publisher of ingenutiy and foresight to envision the lucrative merits in publishing this book, originally entitled ‘The Happy Hour:The Story of Toronto’s Machete Murderer.’ During this particular time of Toronto’s more violent and variable season, I believe this narration to be as accurate, as original, and as prophetic as is once was in 2008, upon its original inception. Be wary. Be safe. Be seeing you one and all from Stephen, President of ‘The Coalition For Citizens’ Safety In Toronto.’  

*****The Friends of Poe Literary Society Canada. First prize winner 2005. Best original theme based on an adaptation of an Edgar Allen Poe short story: The Premature Burial. ‘The House Of Triblinkus’ was judged by members of his literary peers for its originality, uniqueness, and overall horrific impact. The story of Triblinkus has therefore been deemed to have attained a level of ghastly grotesquerie that is not yet defined, nor probably is ever to be understood by the average and casual reader of gothic or modern day horror.

The House of Triblinkus

Originally internet published in 2005, this novellla was written as a warning to all about a certain type of villain. In fact, ‘The House of Triblinkus’ was written specifically as a foreboding and a precursor to a special genre of devious and criminal mind, along with another man sure to follow, of heinous and ignominious tastes, as described in ‘The Happy Hour’.  ’The House Of Triblinkus’, consequently, was and is still designed to be the ultimate in the unbearable undertaker - or abominable suitor in this case - type of character. A caution, however, is given to the reader: This novella, containing all that is wrong and wrteched with one man named George Triblinkus, herein contains, arguably, one of man’s most detestable and disgusting aberrations. This man’s proclivity is not described in any fanciful or wanton manner, nor gratuitously, but described as a vehicle to better define and understand, finally, one man’s fascination and passion for the dead. I shall meet one and all, my guided tour to be graciously and ghastly presented to one and all reading this delicious, but altogether deathly horrific narration occurring within the silent walls and sacrilegious halls of The House of Triblinkus. See you there, but beware within! For those entering are not surely to leave alive,  ever again! This narration is soon, I’m sure, to be re-published in all its ghastly and unbearable description, and is bound to please all wishing to enter the silent rooms and whispering halls contained within ‘The House Of Triblinkus.’