On April 12, council will vote on whether to crack down on the people's media. Well, take a look at the trashy ads the 'crats at City Hall allow to freely litter our public spaces. Now, that's ugly.
Benches used to be for sitting. Nowadays they're just a bum wrap.
The thousands of ad-wrapped garbage bins littering the city take trash talkin' to a new low.
Gimme shelter? More like incubators of consumerism for captive commuters.
Inside and out on buses, streetcars and subways, it ads up to one big sell on wheels.
Co-op cabs or co-opted cabs? Either way, they're fare game for advertisers.
Plastered all over the entertainment district, massive wall murals pushing alcohol have turned party central into one big booze can.
Look up in the sky... and there's bound to be space for sale.
These ugly 905-inspired incursions are blotting the inner burbs like a blight out of control.
A turnstile for the worse, leading us like cattle to the ad slaughter.
Megawraps like this one on the Island ferry give us that sinking feeling that nothing's sacred.
Just whose right to public space is being trampled underfoot by this giant floor ad at Union Station?
Stairs in the TTC are no longer just for climbing - unless it's to the heights of mass media consumption.
Trucks have gone from moving product to just plain pushing it.
Nailed on, tied on, taped on - trashy adverts like these are supposed to be illegal, but there's a pole lot of them.
Clogging up the roadway to peddle product is the aim of this rickety venture.
Sandwich boards block sidewalks and entrances to buildings - as if pedestrians don't have enough visual distractions.