Who dat?

At the store. On the video surveillance TV. Watching me, watching them, watching me.

It is the theme of the blyg after all. Dressed in black. Looking for a candy bar.

Wandering and buying time to ponder the question about North Ontario. After all these years of production, the higher levels of government sending money to banks, sending money to automakers trying to revive the broken economy.

But here. Nothing for Northern Ontario. Again industries fold as incompetent Quebec majors skim the equity off the mills and plants. And the governments disrupturing people and community in the northern parts of any province. With no political voice, they are only ghostly images on the clouds of cameras of the local grocerterias.