People need to stop being afraid. We need to stop acting like we must trade our common sense for some weird collective sense of politeness, rendering us unable to communicate thoughts that might be misunderstood, or deliberately decontextualized by the woke who walk among us.
Poor Warren Kinsella. For those not living inside the Ottawa bubble, or floating around #cdnpoli Twitter, his name might not mean all that much. But to bubble dwellers and political junkies, Kinsella is known as a practitioner of political dark arts, and we were just...
What the hell is happening in Canada? By now we have all heard at least some of the sordid details of Jonathan Yaniv, who goes by the name Jessica Yaniv, and his 16 human rights complaints against female estheticians who have refused to wax his male genitalia. But...
Neil and Blackball Media publisher James Di Fiore have a wide ranging discussion about SNC Lavalin, real scandals, the state of journalism in Canada, social media, and even wax nostalgic about Tom Mulcair.
Our country has a crisis of leadership. There are no personalities that can bring us together. Instead, we are being tapped for our cynicism and used for our rabid partisanship, like oblivious foot soldiers doing the bidding of the clan who lies to us constantly.
This declaration that Canada is responsible for the deaths of Indigenous women who were mostly killed by Indigenous men will blow the dust off of old divisions within our country, punctuated by armchair pundits who believe they know more than Romeo Dallaire, or Irwin Cotler – people with experience in studying or witnessing actual genocides in different parts of the world.
Free speech is one of those issues, unlike gun control or abortion, that impacts every man, woman and child with equal thrust and protections. It gives us the ability to confront, analyze, bloviate, criticize and explore new ideas without the constraints of punishment if our speech is deemed offensive.
Two dummies to rule us all.
I don’t remember if I competed in a Spelling Bee as a youngster, but I can easily recall feeling like I was under a microscope, or trying to not embarrass myself in front of adults, or feeling cold sweat as a million pairs of eyes were disseminating me on the spot.