The Neighbouriest Neighbour (Part 3)

I don't fully understand bigotry. I'm a bit young for that type of thing (although Daddy does tend to rant and rave about "jack asses" and "pompous idiots"...is that the same as bigotry?). However, we were exposed to this sort of thing at quite a young age.
The year was 2010. The day: July 5th...it was a Monday. I remember because I hate Monday's and I don't know why.
The most significant thing about that day? It was bugger hot out. So hot that everyone had their air conditioners on...all the time. And then, BAM (but you have to say it like Emeril),
all the power goes out. Now, it doesn't go out for everyone. We were okay (and our cheap-ass parents won't get AC anyways) but all of Toronto is affected...and then our man D drops by.
After some idle chit chat and comments on the heat, Maman says,
"Did you see the power outage in Toronto?"
To which my man D gives the oh-so-reasonable response,
"Yeah, those bastards can burn in the dark."

Maman is speechless for a second before making some excuse to gracefully excuse herself and go back inside. Where does one get that kind of venom in the first place? I've heard tales of people discriminating based on religion, race, sexual orientation but never based on city of inhabitance. That dude's got some crazy hate-on for Toronto for some reason..."burn in the dark", he says...

Say no to discrimination against Torontonians. They should be treated like humans, too.