Modern elections are like some algebra class nightmare. You’re meant to put an X on the ballot but X equals the unknown because you can’t figure out who to vote for. The clock is ticking and you need an answer and cold clammy sweat drips from your brow. Click here to read the rest.
Who’s running this country anyway? They seem to be doing an appalling job. So how do we make them stop? Click here to read the rest.
It all started with a teen girl’s underwear. But it got ugly fast. Click here to read the rest.
Justin Trudeau claims God is a human rights violator. It sounds like nonsense. But the facts are plain. Click here to read the rest.
The Ontario election seems to have turned into a supermarket tabloid. You know, those formulaic mass-produced glossies full of breathless pseudo-insider tales of “Brad” and “Jen” and “Kim," as though knowing celebrities’ first names somehow wafts you into their shallow lifestyle. Ugh. Click here to read the rest.
Anyone feel like gallivanting off to Paris for a day? Eh? Too much jet lag to be useful the first day? And too expensive? Well, you’d make a lousy politician. Click here to read the rest.
Where have all Ontario’s ridings gone? They seem as disposable as our sense of community. Click here to read the rest.
Apparently it’s not safe to send naked pictures of yourself to strangers even if you use the Snapchat feature that supposedly deletes them afterward. Who saw that coming? Or needed to? Click here to read the rest.