Dear Mr. Pants

Bloor Street west of Sherbourne

I can't even tell you how sorry we are, those of us who voted for you instead of the actual horse's ass who's trashing the joint. We tried, sir, and hope you know that. There just weren't enough of us to outvote the gasoline guzzling SUV drivers collecting cyclists as hood ornaments and whining about a vehicle tax.

We know you wouldn't cut library services in poor neighbourhoods. Or wheelchair-transit for dialysis patients. Or 63 bus routes. Or homeless shelters. Not when there's a $140 mil surplus from last year.

And we know you know who Margaret Atwood is.

Anyway, Mr. Pants, it was a bitter surprise to see your sign today, and sad to see the office windows all papered over like that. I've lovingly blurred out your old website because now it advertises clearance sales for knockoff gucci handbags and other crap.

We tried sir,
most sincerely.