So, last week, some brilliant e-satirist hacked into a bunch of electronic ticker machines on a Go Train (Toronto's suburban commuter rail service). For three days in a row, commuters were treated to the warning "Stephen Harper Eats Babies". Officially, I have a new hero.
Here I am, comfortably lazing in front of my cushy computer, sipping espresso, nibbling a fresh succulent eclair and casually opining about the political state of the country, like a powdered French lord in the provinces. Sure, I, myself, have tried to warn people of Harper's evil qualities (here
). But this guy is a real, live comedy comando. Out there in the trenches doing the dirty work. A political street warrior. What's next? The giant screens at Dundas Square? The Jumbo-Tron at Skydome? Ooh, I'm getting delightful sexually-ambiguously shivers in my tights!
The authorities still don't still know his identity because he is just that
smart. Well, I say: Wherever you are dude- keep the revolution alive with your ingenious little electronic wireless device programmer doo-dad thingey. Don't let the transit rent-a-cop bastards win!!!