We drove by our beloved Brunswick today, and saw that the new owners had sodomized the exterior in bile green and a deep despair gray that resembles a stool sample after eating too much black licorice.
The Brunswick was great the way it was. It was home. It was cozy. It was a Parry Hoot institution. You took what was great, and made it crap in every possible way. I pray every night to Lord Jesus that you go out of business in time for new owners to fix the holy mess you made of a great Canadian landmark. May there be a special place in hell for your decorator for thrusting this herpes sore upon James St. read more