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Justin Trudeau won’t agree to an interview. With Sun News, that is. He dismisses queries from Sun Media reporters on the Hill, even super nice guys like David Akin. He routinely dismisses questions from Sun Media reporters. And, last week, we asked him if he’d do one of those friendly

I have long called McDonald’s Corporate Death Burger (h/t MDC). I also refer to a Big Mac as a “Stomach Bomb.” The first libel action against me (at age sixteen, I won) came from McD’s.  So I generally avoid the place like the plague. However, sometimes you have no choice.

The view in our living room.

The Evil Empire. Yes, that’s what we called it. Back before the dawn of time, you see, I was chief of staff to a federal cabinet minister. The minister had multiple responsibilities. In private sector terms, he ran the biggest corporation in Canada. Among his responsibilities was Canada Post. Or,

Wynne has this incongruity I like: she smiles a lot and is friendly, but she is absolutely brutal when fat-cats start getting reckless with taxpayer-subsidized expense accounts.  It’s like a bureaucratic Game of Thrones, and she’s the one swinging the axe. Voters like that. It’s not necessarily a theme to

My, my.  You wouldn’t suppose the timing has anything to do with the ongoing Senate scandal, would you? No, of course not. The decade-plus-long delay makes this a joke.  If a trial ever takes place, I’ll be amazed.

Political courage, someone once said, is not political suicide. Noble sentiment, I guess, but it’s also worth knowing that the author of the statement was Arnold Schwarzenegger (not Camus, who provided the inspiration for this post’s title).  Arnold, of course, would subsequently go on to commit political suicide. I thought

SFH and a ton of other bands – plus our newest members, Steve Deceive and Royal Niblit!

You’re welcome.

Text exchange between Son One and me. We Kinsellas are unimpressed by movie stars.

I’m not kidding, either. If this extraordinary story isn’t an Onion-like bit of satire – and I checked, it doesn’t seem to be – the Harper guys are done like dinner.  Dead. Justin, here are your talking points: “No wonder they were eager to shut down the House early. If

I read this story, and then I re-read it. It’s one of two possibilities.  One, it’s a candid and honest admission by Justin Trudeau about one of Justin Trudeau’s shortcomings, for which he deserves credit.  Or, two, it’s a bit of pre-conditioning – some inoculation – against future verbal gaffes.

Good pick.  And here and here and here are some reasons why.

Rob Ford, who is the scum of the Earth, this week called Toronto Star reporter Daniel Dale a pedophile. Quite a few of us immediately suggested that Dale needed to sue.  Falsely calling someone a pedophile is among the most serious libels.  It is libel per se.  When Ford reaffirmed

So, Prime Minister Stephen Harper and former prime ministers Brian Mulroney, Kim Campbell and Jean Chretien took a plane to South Africa to attend the public memorial for Nelson Mandela. Also on the plane, NDP Leader Thomas Mulcair. (Not on the plane, Liberal Leader Justin Trudeau.) Midway, the plane starts

He’s my brother of another mother, so I’m biased.  But if Bernie doesn’t run, I will never speak to him again.  ’Cause he’d win, no?

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I’m writing an entire column about that flight in this week’s Sun (which will be out on Wednesday, jot tomorrow)! But you can have fun with it, too, right now in comments. Caption contest! Harper: We’re, um, good to go! Chretien: A proof is a proof when it’s proven. And dere’s proveable proof