Author: Warren

Jason Kenney? Peter McKay? It is to laugh. When Harper departs, they’re pooched.

Don’t let the door hit you on your way out, etc.

Ritalin Boy, Davey Snot and me. Love the grainy feel. Shows fewer wrinkles.

It haunts us still. The Quebec question, that is. With Quebec Liberals now edging ahead of separatist Parti Quebecois rivals — by a whopping single digit, according to a June poll by the Leger agency — Premier Jean Charest is now considering pulling the plug and calling an election for

I don’t hate Stephen Harper. (Don’t really hate anyone, in fact: when I hate someone, I’m not content to simply stew about it. I go out and do something about it.) I was thinking about this yesterday, as I laboured to build a floating dock. (It’ll be fine as long

Got up to cabin with daughter and her fellow camp counselor, both on one-day furloughs, around 10:30. Roxy, who is dumb as a post, acting weird. Neighbour down the way calls out to keep dog in – “there’s a big fisher about.” They’re nasty bastards (the fishers, not the neighbours),

It’s my true home, it’s where I grew up, it’s where my family spent the most years: Calgary. But can anyone explain to me why Stephen Harper would, ever state that it is Canada’s “best” city? I think it’s pretty awesome, too.  It’s amazing, in fact. But it seems like

I cannot tell you how happy I was to read the following on the front page of this morning’s Globe and Mail: President Barack Obama wants to shift the focus of the election campaign away from health care and unemployment to a debate about income inequality, betting voters will back

Ms. Southey objects to my column, below. She thinks I’m a “dick,” etc. for having effrontery to criticize her friend.  Yawn. She also thinks her tweet below, about Luka Magnotta’s victim Jun Lin, is super-duper funny. She says it’s “black humour.” I don’t quite see it that way, myself. In

So, there’s this fellow who works at Sun News. We often share the same page in the paper for our columns. He is quite famous, and I decidedly am not. I don’t ever mention him, and he doesn’t ever mention me. There are a lot of good reasons for that,

Just at West 49. Buying gear for the kids. Guy at cash sees my Replacements tee. “Hey, man, that was a great movie,” says he. “What?” I say, horrified and amazed. Companion says I look like I want to kill. Kid stutters. “The movie,” he squeaks. “You know, the football

Mulroney: You had an option, sir. You could have said, ‘I am not going to do it. This is wrong for Canada, and I am not going to ask Canadians to pay the price.’ You had an option, sir — to say ‘no’ — and you chose to say ‘yes’

If the plane back to TeeDot goes down in a fiery ball of flame this afternoon, here’s a pic you can put up on your fridge door. You’re welcome.

This is a Rick Bell story. In the Calgary Sun. In Alberta. Good thing nobody is interested in this Trudeau guy.

…at Sled Island. Here.

Everything that the National Post and Sun News have been saying for years is true: the Kinsellas are Kommunists. Proof, here, in the form of a cropped photo of Son One wearing Team Russia’s uniform for an exhibition game in Magog, PQ. He’s assistant captain. Sons One and Two have

I wasn’t on Sun News, this week, because I was in Jamaica, where it is less hot than Toronto. While here, I heard from a friend at Sun News, who told me that Jason Kenney was on in my usual Wednesday slot. When asked about my views on Kenney’s anti-refugee

Words are about information. Pictures are about emotion. Emotion equals power. Print folks — the ones who pour their souls into writing newspapers and magazines, the ones who craft profound essays for blogs, the ones who toil in government offices and conjure up grand speeches — like to believe that