“Give me my fucking bike back,” he yelled. And I totally get it. That’s why I want us to be friends again, like we were before I stole his bike.
Author: Wayne K. Spear
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The Indian Residential Schools Settlement Agreement failed residential school survivors, and it failed the many Catholics of goodwill who expected better of their spiritual leaders
The worst thing that could happen would be for the Canadian public to forget this…
Stories of Indigenous sporting success are more plentiful than Canadians likely realize.
The new governor general will have her critics, but know that she is a serious and effective person.
There is nothing new under the sun — and certainly not disagreement over a holiday that already in the 1860s had its champions and detractors.
The details of Egerton Ryerson’s 1847 plan suggest that Industrial Schools were to be about manual labour and indoctrination, yet another Ryerson fusion of concerns both holy and profane.
All Canada, and the churches who ran the schools, can do now is support the work of communities like Tk’emlúps te Secwépemc.
The Ford government doesn’t care about your health, especially if protecting it cuts into their donors’ bottom line
We should expect the man who has so much dominated the news for the past four years to continue doing so over the next four.
RCMP Commissioner Brenda Lucki has affirmed that the problems within the RCMP are bigger than “a single individual or the actions of one person.“ She’s right.
As Robert Jago has written, “we don’t know how many chiefs are opposed to the pipeline, we don’t know for certain what percentage of people in the Wet’suwet’en country support or oppose the pipeline and we don’t know if the pipeline was approved by a referendum, a town hall or a simple vote in council.”
Christie Blatchford made it very clear to me that she was interested in law and order, and only in law and order. That was both her strength and her limitation.
Those of us who delighted in the intelligent absurdity of Python will remember Terry Jones foremost as a Pepperpot, or perhaps as the bowler-topped City Gent.
Neil Peart yielded an army of air drummers, and at one time or another many of us were the Jason Segel character from Freaks and Geeks, playing along to Tom Sawyer in our parents’ basement.
