Would Chad's constipated, raspy voice be strong enough to neutralize the baleful glare of Clockzilla?
That baleful glare renders whatever it touches into wastelands of parking lots, big box barf, and banal commie blocks (some perhaps touched up with some faux-mansard roofing scheme).
On the other hand, Chad's voice has been raping eardrums across the country for more than a decade.
I know what he would say if he saw your photoshop: "LOOK AT THIS PHOTOGRAPH!!"
I don't know what part of Mississauga's city Hall bothers me most. The barn? The penitentiary tower? The tuna can? The semi-finished clocktower? Yeah, that's it: that fugly clocktower with the exposed ribbing.