This blog posting covers the day of June 15th, 2025, a revisit of downtown Ottawa to make note of new additions to the downtown core. I came across these new additions during my extended trip from the Ottawa Italian Ferrari Festival, something which I dedicated this day to visit Ottawa’s downtown core to see these newly implemented installations. I also chose to swing around the Ottawa river cycling pathway to see if that pathway was any better to travel towards the downtown area. It was interesting, if still disjointed by numerous construction projects.
(Side-note: I desire to focus on the actual, REAL, Canada. Not the fake Canada.)
Relevant Blog Posting:
(This blog posting shall make much more sense if you consult the following blog post to make sense of the context within this blog posting.)
Italian Ferrari Festival & Downtown Ottawa Exploration
From roughly 2000 onwards I grew up on this area. This area is mostly filled with standard families, if also containing numerous sets of welfare and underprivileged family sets, especially those from outside the nation. It was both a good and bad area, if horrible when bullying was present. Everything tended to be (falsely) my fault, or I wasn’t allowed to slide on ice during the winter in school yards, or just general bullshittery. Students and teachers were that of low-level bums.
Being amongst nature allows me to have a bittersweet angle on this. To both recall and to forget; to be at peace with everything.
Ottawa pisses me off with how pampered, whiny, and bratty it is. Ottawa takes everything for granted, over-acts, and under-appreciates everything. I, at the very least, admire the scenery and nature. I attempt to hold things in a sacred viewpoint, something I find other folks failing to do so. Everything is up-for-grabs with people doing whatever the hell they want, hence why Japanese residents are baffled by Ottawa’s open-theft behaviour. People in Ottawa frustrate me, irritate me, and they don’t hold things on a sacred value. It’s not like traditional Europe, Slovakia, or Japan itself. Canadians are spoiled, mindless puppets. Even when cycling around on bike paths I’m still on edge. I’m always worried about some whiny, bratty Karen. I always worry about some disconnected lunatic whining for the sake of whining that I’m doing my thing in Ottawa, and that isn’t allowed.
Yes, two folks zipped past me on scooters doing overly brazen nonsense. I don’t care if they hurt and bleed, they chose to be moronic. I decided to be more passive, more restrained. My goal was to head downtown, document, and to safely make my way back to base. Even though it’s firmly stated on signs, people still use electric scooters to on these trails willy-nilly. People don’t care. They do as they desire, and they happily use scooters, even when it’s stated otherwise on the NCC trail website. Ottawa folks have no care in the world. I considered an electric scooter, and maybe I should if other people are using them on these trails. It won’t last long for what I desire of it, making me stay with my BK6M bike instead….
The above picture irritates me because I had a perfectly lined up image “ruined” by a family grouping. I struggled with Pokemon GO’s AR feature with it refusing to boot up properly. I waited, and waited, and waited for a Pokemon to be allowed to be allowed to ‘spawn’ in an area. I desired it to be placed in location, something the software was preventing it from registering. It took far too long, to which the family pulled up, placed their bikes in the clearing, effectively “ruining” my clear perspective.
Pokemon GO failed me.
*flips imaginary table in anger*
Like I said, I admire Ottawa’s scenic and environmental beauty, just not the retardation of Ottawa. Yes, I respect and admire intellectually proper individuals, not those who are unable to respect sacred, traditional values, as such in proper Eastern Europe and Japanese settings. Actual proper, normal perspectives of life. Heck, even rural Canadians who work for a living at farms, and die doing a proper living. Real Canadians, real Europeans, and real Japanese. None of this fake political correct bullshit. None of these Left-Wing ‘PoriKore’ idiocies.
Ottawa is beautiful on a scenic level, on a food level (we have some of the best foods), and we mostly have decent access to proper retail markets. We squander it, especially with our baby-minded ways.
I admire Ottawa’s scenic beauty, and I’ll continue to stress that. I admire Ottawa’s environmental, and scenic beauty. None of this fake Left-wing bullshit.
It pains me to think of how I wish Ottawa could behave as a proper big-boy city, not as a pampered lower-end city pretending to be the capital of both Ontario and Canada. I’m aware Toronto is the capital of Ontario, it however also pretends to be both, as Ottawa pretends to be both. Too much pretending, not enough grown-up behaviour. Needs more common sense, less fake political nonsense, and actual drive to make it like Tokyo, Osaka, or another proper city. Yes, Ottawa is beautiful, it however is artificially restrained by Left-Wing corruption preventing it from being what it could actually be. Ottawa isn’t up to its full potential.
I would estimate Ottawa is at about 30%~ of it’s potential. If it can figure out its transit, LRT, weed out fake Left-Wing bigotry, and other nonsense, it could be on par with various European, Japanese, Chinese, and possibly Korean cities.
All I’m trying to say is that Ottawa feels like it’s missing a big piece of itself, like a big puzzle picture. It’s missing a gigantic piece puzzle (or puzzles) of itself.
This whole area, experience, and nonsense is an infuriating mess. Ottawa can’t think straight! I wish I was joking and exaggerating, but Ottawa clearing can’t think fucking straight. Pardon my swearing, but that’s how much Ottawa angers me. Ottawa is a sleepy, lazy, arrogant, and politically corrupted city, especially to the point Toronto happily pokes fun at us for going to bed at 8 PM every day. Ottawa is still viewed as a farming village to other major cities of Canada.
What pisses me off the most, if not for the fake LGBTQ “forever victim” mentality, is how Ottawa can’t design a roadway to allow for two-tiered bike lane paths aiming both directions. It’s two-ways from the Quebec side into the ‘T’ part near #9 on the map (Where Kichi Zibi Mikan both starts and stopps), turning to a one-way lane from the ‘T’ to Parliament Hill. To make matters worse, cars are fucking parked on these lanes heading to and from Wellington Street forcing cyclists onto the road to get hit by passing cars. Horrible, drunken planning by the City of Ottawa. Lazy bums.
Ottawa is a fucking joke… It’s a laughing stock of the world, of Canada, and especially to itself. I’ve always praised European urban and rural design prior to 2020, and now with Japan from 2023 & 2024 onwards.
It’s honestly no fucking wonder nobody wants to come downtown with me. Ottawa’s downtown is a joke. Downtown area is only great for tourists, thugs, gangsters, sex workers, and Left-Wing activists to destroy Canada and Ottawa. I wish this fucking city had the common sense and intellectual honesty and dignity of real Europeans and real Japanese locals. When I say real, I mean real. I mean those who actually accomplish their professional tasks without jerking off to Left-wing political activism.
My initial trip here had me all confused and dumbfounded. I confusingly, with no proper signage, ventured into the garage opening under the bridge. I went in, cursed, turned around accidentally slamming my bike into the side entrance of that wall. The white part of the entrance. I’m sure people on the nearby patio saw me struggling with my run-away Hitway BK6M bike as I accidentally throttled my bike into that entrance. Seat altered, dented “somewhere”, and just a frustrating mess. I’m aware the two older couple who let me overtake them at the intersection witnessed my incident those days prior. It was an embarrassing, stressful scene. But sure, let’s build a Pro-sexual assault LGBTQ monument nearby to worship all the depraved people sexually assaulting those in toilets, legally forcing normal people out of workplaces, advocating for Anime censorship, media corruption & alteration of Western mediums, among other nonsense. Forever victims. That care and attention needs to make these pathways more straight forward, fluid, and tourist-friendly.
Oh, boo-hoo! I’m supposed to care about “forever victims” with their pro-rape monument. Fuck that.
Nothing happened this time, only pictures for documenting purposes.
(Sidenote: Yes, I’m aware I could have taken the “proper” cycling path to eventually feed onto the “correct” side of Wellington Street, but that’s also stupidly done. The funding for that sexual assault monument could have been spent idiot-proofing the directions for both residents and tourists alike. How disjointed, dangerous, and idiotic.)
Two lanes below, two lanes above, with the two lane bike path stopping at the nearby intersection in the image. I can’t comprehend this nonsense. Make it make sense, because Ottawa clearly can’t make sense of it. Their priority is to erect an LGBTQ monument instead of installing proper, safer bike lanes. They can’t keep these two lanes going up towards Parliament Hill, it makes too much sense to do so. They have to bastardize everything. Feed into the god damn sidewalk! You have enough sidewalk to chew into for a two lane bike lane! Jesus Christ! May God have mercy on these lazy folks….
I can now see why the fuck these issues even appear on the news headlines. Ottawa is a fucking joke! Mainly the downtown part because it’s full of HIV-AIDS, SARS, COVID-19, and general and sexually-transmitted diseases. It eventually becomes clear how broken Ottawa’s downtown area is, especially with how hell-bent they are on having sexual intercourse without proper protection. I wish I was exaggerating, that was also on the news noting how downtown Ottawa is swarming (overflowing) with higher rates of sexually transmitted diseases than anywhere else. Too horny to think, and too incompetent to get the work done. It’s worse with alleged LGBTQ oriented individuals having sexual intercourse for the sake of it, they chose to not know any better. No moderation, no safe regards for their health. No wonder people always pretend to be the victim in the downtown sections of Ottawa. No wonder they complain about the noise during Jazz Festival, or people having fun, or other nonsense. Oh, the poor CF-18’s flying over are going to kill people with their noise along. Give me a fucking break….
I digress. My frustration forced me to angrily make my way from the ‘T’ intersection of Wellington Street towards Parliament Hill, even if it meant storming past other cyclists, cars, and ongoing traffic. If Ottawa downtown doesn’t care about its own assets and properties, than I shouldn’t care about it’s poorly thought out rules, regulations, and implementations. Lazy bums….
Not only would I avoid the weird glances, staring contests, and other frustrations with #2, I could have a more scenic, straightforward, and safer route towards the Parliament Hill. It’s also tourist friendly. Simply connect the RCN monument with the Mill Street Brew Pub area in a more connected manner and everything would be happy again. Make it more fluid, more connected, more “idiot proof” and everything would be golden. Instead, I ran the risk of being run over on Wellington Street because Ottawa can’t fucking think straight.
I know I keep saying this, and I’ll keep stressing the point:
Get over yourselves! GET OVER YOUR FALSE VICTIM-HOOD OF BEING FAKE ‘FOREVER-VICTIMS”! STOP FOCUSING ON LGBTQ MOVEMENTS TO INSTEAD FOCUS ON ACTUAL OTTAWA AND SAFETY MATTERS! MAKE YOUR DOWNTOWN AREA MORE TOURIST, CYCLING, PEDESTRIAN, AND RESIDENTAL TRAFFIC FRIENDLY!
Jesus, Fucking, Christ. Sorry to say your name in vain, but Ottawa is dumb as a doorknob. I miss how fluid Japanese sidewalks were. They were mostly idiot proof, especially in semi-rural areas. One flowed into another. But no, Ottawa has to be retarded. It has to focus on having sexual intercourse with little children, with erecting an LGBTQ monument, on teachers teaching sexual depravity by allowing their students to spread sexually transmitted diseases over false political drivel, and for focusing on things which actually hinder the progress and feel of Ottawa. Spreading all those unprotected sexual diseases around the city, being absurdly horny, destructive, and counter-productive. Oh my god, how useless….
Again, I can’t wait for that God Forsaken fake monument to be constantly desecrated. Just cancel it, or repurpose it to pay respect to the Khmer Rouge atrocities, or actual real-world issues. It goes against anything realistic, and reality based. I miss Japan, I miss Slovakia, and I miss common sense. Having a monument dedicated to Ukraine-Russian conflict sounds far more respectful than your LGBTQ “forever victims”. At least the Ukrainian issue is valid, as overly dramatized as it was made out to be. At least the Ukrainian issue is a real-world issue, not some fantasy “forever-victim” nonsense. People are dying in Ukraine, and it’s an actual genuine issue of concern. Sure, it’s been turned into a commercialized issue, but it’s far more valid than a crocodile tears.
It’s honestly no fucking wonder my friends and coworkers hate coming downtown… A state of chaos. The downtown area is in a state of chaos in all sorts of disjointed, depraved, and morally corrupted ways. It’s a shit show. Fine as a tourist, but not as a local. Everything makes sense as to why these bike lanes always make the news. Nobody cares about anything in the downtown core…. Everything is always – “How can I be a professional victim today?” – type of nonsense.
At last! Took me the whole of the blog post to finally make note of what I initially desired to see from my previous visit. I can finally see the newly installed ‘Pidaban Pedestrian Bridge’, but of course it has to be politically named. Ottawa can’t be honest anymore. Nothing wrong with naming it after Indigenous folks, but everything is forced and artificial. It’s silly.
Yes, I traveled to downtown Ottawa to make note of the ‘Pidaban Pedestrian Bridge’ in downtown Ottawa, and solely for that purpose.
Yes, I probably should have recorded a video of the humming of the Alexendra bridge done by car tires. I thought it, failing to do so out of exhaustion of sorts. I was also scouting, judging the area for blogging purposes. It’s nicely done, and I approve. And yes, I traveled to downtown Ottawa solely to visit Kiweki Point, and just that, as forced and plastic as that name comes as. Nothing wrong, it simply feels forced with how anything “indigenous” is slapped onto something in a lazy attempt to pay respects to them.
Yes, I should have gone onto the viewing platform above, but I was also walking my bike around the area to even bother. Get in, check it out, and head straight back home.
I genuinely admire the various upgrades done to Ottawa’s downtown area, if also disappointed by various bike route nonsense installations. Correct in some places, retardedly implemented in other places. The pedestrian bridges and cycling bridges are awesome, just not with the retardedly proposed pro-sexual assault LGBTQ monument next to the Royal Canadian Navy monument. It makes both Ottawa and Canada a joke, and that’s the aim they’re going for. Big shame.
I genuinely admire this Basilica, but I also feel ashamed of how as a kid I laughed uncontrollably simply being in the Cathedral. I’m unsure if I was possessed, stressed, or what, but my parents were also baffled as to why I had my laughing fit. I’m certain other folks would have found me strange, and I concur with that thought in that moment, and only in that moment. If I can repent to a religious figure, I would. I wish I could repent to an official religious figure over my laughing fit that one time. Every time I encounter something overly religious something stupid always happens. Same with how I gestured with holy water by forming a cross on my person to have a face of a girl in front of my face, glaring back at me. This secondary encounter was in Vienna, Austria’s St. Stephen’s Cathedral.
I either laugh like a lunatic, or some girl glares back at me right into my face….
I genuinely desired to pay a visit inside, just not with my bike. Ottawa is known to steal bikes on a whim. Locks tempered with, some even attempted to be torched by thieves at grocery stores, or how a friend had his green bike stolen at an apartment complex where I used to live. Ottawa is a city of thieves and scumbags. I’ll probably pay a visit during the next opportunity, whenever that shall be.
I was too busy sending this off to a “friend” who unfollowed me on Twitter/X to take a better picture as he went by. I feel horrible over this, but at least I have something. I have a few pictures of this Ottawa car, the last one being the best one, as shown above. 🙂
I eventually doubled back towards the Rideau Canal locks to use the cycling trail lining the Rideau River to make my way back home. It’s time to go home. Mission Accomplished!
I also unintentionally followed the floating bus, overhearing and witnessing other folks waving to and from the bus. A brief, if overly beautiful and human reaction. It genuinely gave me a nice smile on my face. A short and brief uplifting moment, as had been done with the ‘Ottawa Car’. Good times. 😉
They also saw me cycling on the sidewalk, but I had no choice. I had to. Ottawa can’t design a properly fluid bike path, it’s too “transphobic” for them. The poor little babies would cry up a flood before they ever fluidly connected one pathway to another. The poor little babies, the “forever victims” of the city. No wonder they travel to Japan to steal their culture, twisting Japan into their false little delusional world. *laughing out loud*. They destroy Ottawa, travel to Japan, and then come back to idolize Japan while destroying both Japan and Ottawa. Silly.
At the same time, nearby, a touristy barge honked its ship horn to announce its departure. It sailed off, surprisingly quickly at that. Off it went. I failed to make note of that barge again.
Passed my way through this area safely, quietly, and without incident. Thankfully. I ventured further, attempting to make my way onto the cycling path, hopping back off it onto the main street to make note of certain points of interest, startling two older woman using the pathway to look over back towards me in confusion.
I wasn’t aware Sundays allowed people to use various roadways as cycling pathways instead of the cycling paths, something I was eventually informed with after the fact. No wonder people were hogging the cycling paths in awkward manners, if still highly frustrating and agitating ways. It’s still difficult for cyclists to fluidly make their way to and from areas while weaving and dodging pedestrian traffic, especially 2-5 people in bunches. It’s frustrating.
I safely wrapped around Dow’s Lake, through the Dominion Arboretum, up towards Hartwell Locks, across the Experimental Farm, and home. My phone died at the edge of the Experimental Farm needing to be recharged. I couldn’t Pokemon GO the rest of the way back. No other shiny Pokemon to capture on the way back. 🙁
I came back home to see my “hosts” (my friend and his father) holding a BBQ party with their relatives who also had their father pass away. Depressing. I took this moment to attempt to mend the wobbly handle bar with double-sided tape. Safety first!
The HFM370 flew overly loudly, beautifully, and gracefully. The largest aircraft which comes and goes, if on overly rare occasions.
I attempted to show the downtown capture of the HFM370 with the recent capture to only obtain a boring – “Okay” – response from one of the relatives. People frustrate me because they’re far too boring and simple minded. I wish people were intellectually proper, as the Japanese residents attempted to be. Humble, respectful, and the effort to connect. I admire the Japanese, even if it also frustrated them at times to meet in the middle. Japanese are respectful folks, and I admire them highly so for being overly helpful and respectful, as true Canadians used to be.
Fake people and fake Canadians irritate the heck out of me. I wish I was in Japan for a bit longer. I wish I could have stayed in Japan for a much longer period, even if it’s a few months at a time. Fake side of Canada and fake people drive me crazy. Everything is forced, fake, and plastic. Everything becomes disingenuous, a farce, and constant nonsense. I want to be around real people, or at least those who make the effort to meet someone in the middle.
I genuinely miss the Japanese, even if they also have the same issues I have locally amongst themselves. They also tend to be plastic, fake, and artificial amongst themselves. Their excuse is culture, Ottawa’s excuse is intentional ignorance, depravity, and intentional retardation. I’m aware Japan isn’t perfect, but it at least is what Canada used to be in the 1990s. Same with Slovakia, prior to the Western corruption bastardizing and butchering everything into falsehoods.
After Thoughts:
I genuinely enjoyed myself, if constantly reminded of how much Ottawa has fallen, slacked, and fallen behind over the years. I genuinely enjoyed the round trip on the NCC trails. Overjoyed over the fact that we have a new bridge connecting Lebreton Flats, and also with newly installed pedestrian bridge overlooking Alexandra Bridge and the Gatineau area. Ottawa is awesome when it tends to genuine quality of life, just not when it choses to be perverted, depraved, and violently horny to the point of “forever victim” mentality victimhood. Poor babies, they’ve been so oppressed for sexually assaulting woman and children. Oh the humanity, oh how will we ever to repent. Oh, give me a break with the fake crocodile tears. 😉
Ottawa genuinely needs to get its shit together. It needs to be an actual civilized city, especially after knowing how people travel to Toronto and Montreal for big-city entertainment and attractions. Granted, they’re also stupid in both cities. Same with Vancouver, even if I view Vancouver in a higher regard thanks to its Asian population.
I’m surprised I saw one of Ottawa’s legendary ‘Ottawa Car’ sightings, wishing I didn’t space out. The alleged “friend” didn’t care for it making me regretful I didn’t capture more of that car. I saw it pass by, failing to capture further images. I should have cared more about myself, less about fake friends. I attempted to focus on my own interests, and I’m happier for it. I’ve done what I desired, saw what I desired, and I’m sharing things from my own perspectives. I’m sharing you the Ottawa I know, I love, and also hate. It’s a city which has both raised and punished me; bullied me, berated me, dehumanized me, yet somehow kept me alive in some weird twist of faith. Teachers treating me as sub-human, even encouraging students to bully me, degrade me, and to verbally insult my father. Now I’m overhearing how Canadian teachers are teaching their Canadian students how to intentionally spread sexually transmitted diseases via LGBTQ avenues. I could have easily passed away from depression from all the negativity in Ottawa between 2000-2020, yet here I am praising Japan over Ottawa, and how uncivilized Ottawa has become in the fake political spectrum of things. A toddlers playground, all-the-while the adults and professionals tend to their big-boy duties in other parts of Europe, Asia, and parts of Russia. But for the few things Ottawa actually does right, I can praise them for it. Ottawa deserves proper praises in actual proper avenues, thus why I praised their various bridge-building projects. Properly well done! Ottawa also has access to great food, and I praise them for such as well. Delicious!
I view Ottawa as a kid’s playground, especially when compared to the likes of whole Slovakia, and especially the whole of Japan, China, and South Korea. Where Ottawa fails me, certain Asian influences lift me back up, and I respect them for that, as corrupted as China is. As crazy as the Chinese are, I respect them because they’re sly in how they do things. They’ve aggressively tackled markets where Western markets intentionally failed to, releasing quality products in certain fields, if with a touch of nefarious means tied to them. Granted, China also tends to release overly bastardized stuff, but Azur Lane, the BK6M bike, DJI, and other stuff are quality products. Western markets had a chance, they failed, and it’s their loss. People would much rather deal with China’s communist ways than to deal with the Western “woke” ways of social destruction.
What does this have to do with my outing to downtown Ottawa? Everything. My frustration stems from how China, Korea, and Japan is able to do things Ottawa can’t. Bratislava (Slovakia) also has better transportation networks than Ottawa. I wish my parents landed in Vancouver, not Ottawa. They held great regret, even wishing they stayed in Australia, or even back in (Slovakia) Europe, knowing full well of the dangers and negatives tied to those places. Maybe I would have fallen to the “Woke” disease, but at least I would be amongst the “crazy Asians”, as my friend put it. Ottawa is a city trying to be a capital city, failing at it miserably. The only thing keeping me sane are the bike trails, the scenery, the food, Anime, and some retail outlets. Asian media and escapism, also what LGBTQ cultist activists are trying to hijack, censor, and degrade into nothingness, hence my hatred towards their fake “forever victims” movement. Ottawa forces me to be a recluse, yet Japan (for a brief moment), allowed me to venture out. I felt more human in Japan than I did in Canada, and Slovakia over Canada, if with local disconnections in Slovakia. A culture thing. Japan was awesome to me, and I hold true Japan in high regards. Same with Slovakia, in certain regards. Granted, I was a tourist, but I saw things implemented in actual common-sense mannerisms. Ottawa needs to properly emulate Japan and Europe in non-political ways, as they had done with the two bridges.
I’m sure people shall claim I’m rambling, and yadda, yadda, yadda, but I feel everything is relevant. I’m simply angry at how fake and idiotic Ottawa is. When it comes to nature, festivals, and food, that is when Ottawa is awesome. Various access to Asian goods is always awesome. Everything I noted I feel ties together, and things had to be said. Sure, some things can be more cohesive, but I’ll leave it as is. Heat exhaustion is no joke, and I’ll use that as my excuse for any grammatical errors, and for the abuse teachers put me through between 2000-2006. I could have obtained heat stroke on June 29th while playing Pokemon GO. If necessary, I’ll quietly make corrections and edits behind the scene at a later point in time. I had to push this blog posting out prior to Canada Day.
Happy upcoming Canada Day! 😉