Well, it’s a morning of clashes. Death in Toronto, royal life in London and one kid desperately attempting to save his flagging career.
Driver hits many in Toronto, officially labelled a ‘deliberate act’
It would be remiss and rather alarmist to call it what it looks like until the official term is settled on, but this morning an automobile was the medium of violence as one individual drove it into 25 others on the streets of Toronto.
NEW: 25-year-old Alek Minassian identified as the suspected driver who ran down pedestrians in Toronto, killing at least 9, sources confirm to CBS News. https://t.co/SMF8S8GCbN pic.twitter.com/hJ9mo7sn7S
— CBS News (@CBSNews) April 23, 2018
With motives still unknown, what we do know is that the suspect is safely in custody, with vision arriving of the police arresting him at gunpoint.
After multiple pedestrians plowed down on Toronto sidewalk, driver gets out holding what appears to be a gun. Police arrest him. No shots fired. pic.twitter.com/xWHeylS1d8
— Michel Boyer (@BoyerMichel) April 23, 2018
Now, despite the fact that this act had a very Canadian outcome to it (suspect alive, not immediately outing it as ‘terrorism’), her borders are not high enough to shut out the white noise of Internet discourse, with several figures quick to join the sparsest of dots, and draw the longest of bows.
Yesterday: Man kills 4 people at Waffle House using a gun.
Far-left Parkland activists: Calls for gun confiscation and spread lies.
Today: Man kills 9+ people in Toronto using a van.
Far-left Parkland activists: Total silence.
— Ryan Saavedra 🇺🇸 (@RealSaavedra) April 23, 2018
Authorities confirm it was a terrorist attack.
Witnesses describe the attacker as looking “Middle Eastern”
Authorities don’t know motive for the slaughter.
Denialism is now the standard response.
And encourages the enemy.
— David Vance (@DVATW) April 23, 2018
However, it does seem that one extremely irate Canadian fellow very much asked the nonsense to stop, if you very much could.
if you’re a vile American racist if you could do Canadians the favour of not clogging the “#Toronto” hashtag with the same poison you peddle south of the border while we deal with a crisis that would be super
— Anthony Oliveira (@meakoopa) April 23, 2018
More on this as it comes to hand.
Royal baby saga reaches the third episode, named after a hashtag.
Grand exciting news, old bean! It seems that the dying embers of the British Empire have been fanned this morning, wheezing a blur of amber and life as it seems the sun has not yet set. This morning, the Duchess of Cambridge (that Kate woman) passed out the genetic salad that The Duke of Cambridge (mini Charles) seasoned.
Her Royal Highness The Duchess of Cambridge was safely delivered of a son at 1101hrs.
The baby weighs 8lbs 7oz.
The Duke of Cambridge was present for the birth.
Her Royal Highness and her child are both doing well.
— Kensington Palace (@KensingtonRoyal) April 23, 2018
Crank up the regal joy, and fish the best crockery from the top shelf, for it’s a moment of great celebration and did those feet in ancient time, walk upon England’s mountains green?
The baby, imaginatively named the #royalbaby (presumably to be down with the youth), is the fifth in line to the throne.
— CNN International (@cnni) April 23, 2018
And, look. I get it. Everyone wants to be a princess. Even me. Living a lavish life of pomp, ceremony and excess is a fabulous thing to be chosen for, especially considering the only real prerequisite for the job is your ability to give it up on the first date and spend the rest of your prime breeding under the hypermegawatt heat of clicking cameras. To be fair, it’s not that far removed from a zoo. You’re trundled out to perform timetabled tasks, pose for pictures and retire to the hay to roll in it. However, much like the Western Lowland Gorillas at London Zoo, leaving your enclosure to tour the streets of LDN is an impossibly, as surely the staff with tranquilisers would be deployed to return you back to your room.
It’s not a slam on Kate, but the continued existence of the royals seems odd. They serve no purpose, save from being trundled around the country as a fairground attraction. It seems to be an odd life to lead. How does one go from complete independence to utter dependence, as an entire nation plays the pushy aunt, prodding you with leading questions when are you two going to have another baby?
The next in line, Prince Charles is the most suitable job, purely on the basis that he’s managed to not die. When he ascends to the throne, it’ll be his face on our currency, and his voice rambling through the seasonal greetings. It’s a curio of yesteryear, something that draws our attention, because they’re so different to us. This curious concept is much the same as an unfortunate Asiatic couple would have endured in the late nineteenth century, as they were paraded around behind bars in circus tents in the name of entertainment.
Ooo, look at them exotics. I hope theys mate they do.
Yodelling kid hopes to jump shark, pushes conspiracy theorist to drop an album with him.
Well, not drop per se, as the theorist doesn’t believe in gravity. No matter. As the prophet Lil’ Kim stated, yo it’s over. Two weeks is a long time in the world of memedom. To be fair to him, the Walmart yodelling kid has lived all of his fifteen minutes to the ragged edge. He’s performed at Coachella, he’s been subject to numerous remixes.
However, the yodelling kid doesn’t want to say gooodBBByyyEEEyyEEEyyOOOO, which makes us cry hateful exasperated apathy. This week, he’s attempted to wrangle flat-earth truther Kyrie Irving into a duet. Probably worth mentioning that Irving is paid to play basketball.
His desire for trading in his contract to dominate the yodelling scene with a minor is unknown.
— Bleacher Report (@BleacherReport) April 23, 2018
Bruh, just do a steppy urban remix of your remix with Elton John, and then pack it in. He’s a busy man. The Royals are probably going to book him, probably today.