King Richard III seems to have turned up at last. Mangled. In a ruined monastery. Under a parking lot in Leicester. What are we going to do about it?
Widespread coverage of the tweet that Stephen Harper had breakfast withhis cat, named Stanley thanks to a Facebook poll, has me hissing mad.
If you’re among the people psychologists claim are having trouble coping with the Mayan apocalypse no-show, relax. Western civilization faces a genuine threat of staggering proportions that our leaders are ignoring, perhaps because of its boring name, Electro-Magnetic Pulse or EMP. Click here to read the rest.