Everywhere life returns to the Earth; everywhere there is romance and love and intercourse. And so I throw myself into it, with abandon, with all that I have. I have crossed the Lubicon, shouting, “Alea ejecta est!”
In a city, you wear your anonymity like a childhood sweater. We are all theoretical, without sin, mute yet plenipotentiary, emerging into the rush-hour light with undeclared purpose.
On this week’s show, I talk to the former Executive Director of the Aboriginal Healing Foundation, 20 years after the AHF’s founding.
Grief has many hands. It overturns even the most hidden of stones, reconstituting origins and descent, questioning everything, anatomizing the fossils, naming.
Don’t be fooled by the editorial pages and the other scoundrels, the other liars and cowards—we’re not doing politics anymore, we’re preparing for tribal warfare.
The President of the United States is a vicious racist bastard who’ll kill your children and hang them high for a cameo on Fox. He’s surrounded himself with operatives every bit as dead on the inside as he is himself, grifters and junkies who feel nothing except the pain they inflict on others to get themselves off.
On this week’s show, broadcaster and host of Media Indigena, Rick Harp, talks about Idle No More, APTN, podcasting, and more.
A brief history of the recent Pennsylvania race summarizes the moral bankruptcy of American conservatism
Under Doug Ford, Ontario politics will likely be organized around an enemies list of cultural foes and special interests. We’ve been there before.
And it’s not just about free speech, either ✎ Wayne K. Spear | March 8,…
The backstory of the Billy Graham Library tells you everything you need to know about the vile money-and-power-grubbing charlatan who now controls the $300M “non-profit” and tax-exempt Billy Graham Evangelistic Association.
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America has had its magical thinking celebrity billionaires-funded President. Maybe, just maybe, it’s time for something different.
The Ontario PCs are the most diverse of the provincial political parties. There’s something for everyone at the Conservative salad bar: the faux-populist entrepreneur, with mid-level experience in the retail pharmaceutical trade; the fresh and photogenic outsider with the famous last name; the family-values Puritan; the polished and informed candidate far too sensible to ever be elected by Ontario voters.
From Helen Betty Osborne to Tina Fontaine, Canada has been a deadly place for Indigenous…