USUFRUCT
i don't ordinarily do this [these] BUT:
a different crop from the same source image from which was derived the portrait of Aileen Duncan preceding this, showing the context in which i find encouragement to refer to "her vacuous smile".
Duncan resorts in all her activist splendour to many dreams of sentimentalia to rally support for (not "the" but) her cause – sunsets, dog walkers, acoustic guitars & locally-viral marriage proposals – but not once did i hear her (nor anyone else, though i kept prompting people) mention the key term to the whole complex of issues grinding away at each other here, despite its ready reference & accessibility rising up from behind her very head like a skinnily exclamatory speech balloon on the girder behind her.
i direct attention to the Oxford English Dictionary:
"Usufruct...
1. Law. The right of temporary possession, use, or enjoyment of the advantages of property belonging to another, so far as may be had without causing damage or prejudice to this."
this definition is quoted exactly by Justice Estey of the Supreme Court Of Canada (notsure if that was J.W or W.Z; they both served).
the Prince Of Wales bridge began seeing owner/work service in 188o as a direct railroute across the river. parallelling this, the citizenries of Hull & Ottawa also began using it as their most direct route across, the notion of "trespassing" a mere technicality that was ordinarily ignored by all in favour of usufructuarial equality.
that amounts now to over 135 years of daily use by far more than Duncan's semicircle of sentimentalists ("Hintonburghers" was what one fellow called them) – & far more, too, than the "vandals" that mayor Jim Watson ascribes as its major habitués (Watson's ability for clear thought is entirely exampled/discredited by his description of a bridge capable of supporting a 5ooo-ton train as "rickety").
surely, our usufruct is well-established after 135 self-monitored years. equally surely, that cut fence benefitted the police, who themselves didn't have to do any strenuous climbing in order to visit their injunctions against the rest of the world.
it is an extremely small sample of people that ever create any actual "problems" on the bridge. the city itself reports no "complaints" at that site. the walkway is certainly as wide & with a comparable number of potential trip-edges as an average sidewalk & i've not heard of many sidewalks being considered "dangerous" & blocked off. similarly, i've heard of several murders on various downtown streets & i've heard of no plans to attempt to barricade access to those streets permanently.
really, this is a non-issue &, despite Duncan's vehement assertion that "This is not political.", it is exactly that: the rictus that never left her phiz in the course of the antagonisms says so: Jim Watson, the politician pustule, has pooked his binky boil-head up under the metaphorical skin of the city & some citizen enzymes're cheerfully rushing to the site to scrub away at the festering itch.
fucking "pojama people... i wish they'd all go away" (FZ)
[by the way, the cheesecake photo of Duncan by Jean Levac that went by way of the news media is unbelievable, her sprawled on her blankie in her dress & sneakers squoze between the derail tracks, her grin a little uncertain for a change. & rightfully so: this whole thing was just shameful in its shamelessness & that she went for the suggestion to arrange herself so for this shot is just another just-another layer of appall to it all.]
USUFRUCT
i don't ordinarily do this [these] BUT:
a different crop from the same source image from which was derived the portrait of Aileen Duncan preceding this, showing the context in which i find encouragement to refer to "her vacuous smile".
Duncan resorts in all her activist splendour to many dreams of sentimentalia to rally support for (not "the" but) her cause – sunsets, dog walkers, acoustic guitars & locally-viral marriage proposals – but not once did i hear her (nor anyone else, though i kept prompting people) mention the key term to the whole complex of issues grinding away at each other here, despite its ready reference & accessibility rising up from behind her very head like a skinnily exclamatory speech balloon on the girder behind her.
i direct attention to the Oxford English Dictionary:
"Usufruct...
1. Law. The right of temporary possession, use, or enjoyment of the advantages of property belonging to another, so far as may be had without causing damage or prejudice to this."
this definition is quoted exactly by Justice Estey of the Supreme Court Of Canada (notsure if that was J.W or W.Z; they both served).
the Prince Of Wales bridge began seeing owner/work service in 188o as a direct railroute across the river. parallelling this, the citizenries of Hull & Ottawa also began using it as their most direct route across, the notion of "trespassing" a mere technicality that was ordinarily ignored by all in favour of usufructuarial equality.
that amounts now to over 135 years of daily use by far more than Duncan's semicircle of sentimentalists ("Hintonburghers" was what one fellow called them) – & far more, too, than the "vandals" that mayor Jim Watson ascribes as its major habitués (Watson's ability for clear thought is entirely exampled/discredited by his description of a bridge capable of supporting a 5ooo-ton train as "rickety").
surely, our usufruct is well-established after 135 self-monitored years. equally surely, that cut fence benefitted the police, who themselves didn't have to do any strenuous climbing in order to visit their injunctions against the rest of the world.
it is an extremely small sample of people that ever create any actual "problems" on the bridge. the city itself reports no "complaints" at that site. the walkway is certainly as wide & with a comparable number of potential trip-edges as an average sidewalk & i've not heard of many sidewalks being considered "dangerous" & blocked off. similarly, i've heard of several murders on various downtown streets & i've heard of no plans to attempt to barricade access to those streets permanently.
really, this is a non-issue &, despite Duncan's vehement assertion that "This is not political.", it is exactly that: the rictus that never left her phiz in the course of the antagonisms says so: Jim Watson, the politician pustule, has pooked his binky boil-head up under the metaphorical skin of the city & some citizen enzymes're cheerfully rushing to the site to scrub away at the festering itch.
fucking "pojama people... i wish they'd all go away" (FZ)
[by the way, the cheesecake photo of Duncan by Jean Levac that went by way of the news media is unbelievable, her sprawled on her blankie in her dress & sneakers squoze between the derail tracks, her grin a little uncertain for a change. & rightfully so: this whole thing was just shameful in its shamelessness & that she went for the suggestion to arrange herself so for this shot is just another just-another layer of appall to it all.]