Last Saturday Donald Trump spent an hour on the phone trying to inveigle the Attorney General of Georgia to ‘find’ him enough votes to overturn the results of the election, in the wake of which some pundits are speculating on… Read More ›
Humour
ISMISM
Among my wife’s many charms are her neologisms. Her latest is ‘ismic’, by which is meant, according to its coiner: prone to think and speak in isms. An ism, in turn, is a suffix indicating a condition, as in autism,… Read More ›
DRESS LIKE A HUTTERITE DAY
Today, December 30, is Dress Like a Hutterite Day. The debate over this has been raging for a few years now, and it’s put the SJW in a difficult position. Mocking members of the dominant culture has always been more… Read More ›
THE OTHER UNDRIP AND INTERSECTIONALITY
Shortly after having passed its Declaration of the Rights of Indigenous People, the UN ran out of acronyms. So just to avoid confusion, it’s the other UNDRIP that’s the United Nations Declaration of the Rights of Invisible People. Women and… Read More ›
Guest Post. Saturday Morning Pam-toons. Paranormal Activism. (scroll past image)
When you deny my ‘lived experience’, you deny my existence! We, the undersigned, petition our flesh and bone (zombies excluded) oppressors to recognize the following, Article 1. We are beings who refer to ourselves as ghosts. All other terms of… Read More ›
WHAT KEEPS ME UP AT NIGHT
I’m a much better person than my wife. When I have an unconscionable thought I immediately suppress it. When she does she puts it on the table and toys with it like a cat does a mouse. Her latest is… Read More ›
IN DEFENCE OF THE HUMBLE PRONOUN
Those of us who speak English find it weird, though not offensive, that Latin-based languages – French and Spanish and Italian – assign gender to their nouns, and indicate that assignment with a gendered article. It’s possible that a very… Read More ›
ON THE THRUSTUPONEDNESS OF GREATNESS
I have a brother who’s retired now, but he spent his career teaching recreation technology, whatever that is, at a community college in the next province over. Sometime mid-career, there was a faculty strike. A couple days into the strike… Read More ›
A CARTESIAN MEDITATION
For twelve summers, until this one, I’ve spent the lion’s share of April to September in a village overlooking the Amalfi Coast. If the borders reopen by next April, I’ll be able to carry on as before. But if not… Read More ›
BEHIND MY WIFE’S GENTLE EXTERIOR, THERE BE DRAGONS
Here’s a sobering, albeit quirky, ‘thoughtlet’ I got from my wife this morning: Dreams are a dime a dozen. Martin Luther King had one. So did Ed McCurdy. He dreamt “that men had all agreed to put an end to… Read More ›
