“Warren Kinsella's book, ‘Fight the Right: A Manual for Surviving the Coming Conservative Apocalypse,’ is of vital importance for American conservatives and other right-leaning individuals to read, learn and understand.”
- The Washington Times
“One of the best books of the year.”
- The Hill Times
“Justin Trudeau’s speech followed Mr. Kinsella’s playbook on beating conservatives chapter and verse...[He followed] the central theme of the Kinsella narrative: “Take back values. That’s what progressives need to do.”
- National Post
“[Kinsella] is a master when it comes to spinning and political planning...”
- George Stroumboulopoulos, CBC TV
“Kinsella pulls no punches in Fight The Right...Fight the Right accomplishes what it sets out to do – provide readers with a glimpse into the kinds of strategies that have made Conservatives successful and lay out a credible roadmap for progressive forces to regain power.”
- Elizabeth Thompson, iPolitics
“[Kinsella] deserves credit for writing this book, period... he is absolutely on the money...[Fight The Right] is well worth picking up.”
- Huffington Post
“Run, don't walk, to get this amazing book.”
- Mike Duncan, Classical 96 radio
“Fight the Right is very interesting and - for conservatives - very provocative.”
- Former Ontario Conservative leader John Tory
“His new book is great! All of his books are great!”
- Tommy Schnurmacher, CJAD
“I absolutely recommend this book.”
- Paul Wells, Maclean’s
“Kinsella puts the Left on the right track with new book!”
Ten years ago today, Daisy Group opened for business in Yorkville. We’re still here (as a business, and in Yorkville, too).
Ten years late, I will confess this much: I was nervous as Hell on that day, and on the days leading up to it, too. I had four little kids and one big mortgage, and I couldn’t afford to fail. I’d been a journalist at the Calgary Herald and the Ottawa Citizen, a partner at a Bay Street law firm, and Special Assistant to that Jean Chrétien guy – but there’d always been someone else responsible for the payroll. Not me.
Well, on May 1, 2006, I became the one who would be held accountable. I signed for that loan, personally, and I was responsible for the half-dozen terrific people who had put their trust in me. You want fear? Try laying awake at night, worrying about payroll for your start-up small business. That’s fear.
We’re still here for two reasons, I think. One, I’ve been blessed with the opportunity to work with some simply extraordinary people over the past decade. They have been (almost without exception) truly exceptional. There’s one who started as a Summer student, and is now a senior lawyer at the biggest law firm in the country. There’s one who is the Chief of Staff in one of the country’s biggest municipalities. There’s a few who became parents, which is no small achievement, too. There’s several who became senior advisors to Prime Ministers and Premiers and cabinet ministers. There’s that one who just recently left us, to take up a full scholarship at some university overseas – Oxford or something.
We’re also here because of our extraordinary clients: 3M, who have been here with us from the very first day. The Mississaugas of Scugog Island First Nation, and the Carcross-Tagish First Nation, who have been with us for years. Twitter. Catholic, Jewish and Muslim advocacy groups. The two largest school boards in the country. All kinds of animal welfare groups. Environmental causes. Lots of Liberal Party stuff, at all levels. Dozens of individual candidates. Farmer’s groups. The Department of Justice and Indian and Northern Affairs. Bar associations, law firms. People who needed help, and quite a few pro bono cases along the way, too.
Apart from becoming a Dad – and apart from becoming partner to that Lisa person, who works here now, by the by – starting the Daisy Group was the best thing I ever did. It gave me the freedom to be me, which is something that is, per the cliché, priceless. (It’s given me not a few gray hairs, naturally, but that’s a story for another day.)
Anyway, here’s a snapshot of May 1, 2006 – scroll to the bottom. (Stéphane Dion came to visit, no less.)
Can’t believe a decade has gone by. And the Daisy Group is still here. Happy birthday to us!
I’m not going to dispute the findings. It looks like serious people doing serious work. But, for the demographic particle that is me, it doesn’t add up.
I’m obviously an early adopter to this Internet thing and the Internet’s bastard children – Facebook, Twitter, blah blah blah. This here web site, which existed before the word “blog” did, has been around for 15 years and attracts 3.5 million visitors a year. I’m maxxed out on Facebook friends, and I’ve got 21,000+ Twitter pals. And so on.
Those figures don’t indicate that I have anything particularly novel or revelatory to say, of course. They simply suggest I’ve just been doing his stuff for a long time, and I’m a known quantity. I’m not a human being, I like to tell my family, I’m a web site.
My Internet doings have gotten me business, lost me business, and gotten me in trouble. There was the “baking cookies” incident of a decade ago, there was the barbecued cat incident of 2009, and there was the “segregationist?” thing in 2014. (I’m always intrigued that two of the Big Three concerned food. Food is political, I’ve decided.)
Those gaffes aside, nobody has ever successfully sued me over the web site. There’s a Law Society complaint against me by Andre Marin and his cabal, but I haven’t lost a minute of sleep over that one. I usually get the last word on stuff like that, and I reach more eyeballs than most newspaper columnists in Canada. Marin and his chums are about to learn that the hard way.
Anyway. I’ve reached this observation, in a typically long-winded fashion: for me, this Internet stuff has worked out okay. It has been good, even. It’s been good because I’ve gotten to meet folks like you. Sounds corny, but it’s true.
Case in point: a few days ago, the misses and me were at the wonderful Salad King on Yonge. We were going to Canadian Tire to get stuff to clean the deck at Daisy. (Daughter Two was going to scrub it for us, you see, in anticipation of the big Daisy tenth anniversay party on June 7. She earned her pay.)
So, there we were, and a group of young guys came up to us. One asked me if I was Warren Kinsella.
I usually say: “That depends. Do you work at Revenue Canada?”
I didn’t this time. I stuck out my hand. “Yep. That’s me.”
He shook it and introduced himself. “I have all your books and read your stuff online every day,” he said.
I said what I always say: “Well, you shouldn’t do that.” Gets a laugh, usually.
We talked a bit more and the young guy and his friends moved on. We returned to our spring rolls.
Anyway. Here’s the point: if it wasn’t for the web site, if it wasn’t for social media, I would have never met that young guy. I would’ve never talked to him. I was grateful, therefore, that he considered my musings had some value, and that he said he enjoyed reading them. I was happy we’d met.
Another example: my new friend Mohamed Elibiary. We got together for the first time a few days ago. Mohamed is a Texan, a Republican, a proud Muslim, and an expert in de-radicalizing Muslin youth. We met on Twitter and hit it off. He is an amazing and fascinating guy (who despairs of Trump, by the way).
But for social media, but for the Web, we likely would have never met. We would never have become pals. Just like the kid at the Salad King, and tons of others. Tons.
That – for this Internet participant, at least – isn’t depressing. It’s good. It’s positive. And, I think, it’s made my world bigger.
But nothing is what they’ve been doing for more than a year. A year.
Next week is going to be interesting. They may not like it.
Statement by the Minister of Public Services and Procurement Canada on the distribution of Your Ward News by Canada Post
For immediate release
OTTAWA, Ontario, April 28, 2016 – I have reviewed some of the material published in the tabloid Your Ward News, and find it highly offensive and well outside the norm of Canadian values. Many residents of the Greater Toronto Area have raised significant objections with the distribution of the tabloid in their region by Canada Post. As Minister responsible for Canada Post, I have asked its Board of Directors to review and consider appropriate measures within their authority to address the distribution of this material.
Contact: Annie Trépanier
Office of the Honourable Judy M. Foote 819-997-5421
Donald Trump, the bilious billionaire who is edging ever-closer to the Oval Office, wants to build a great big wall between this country and the United States. He says he is going to get Mexicans to pay for it.
The reason? Mexicans are “rapists,” he says. “Murderers,” too.
Now, like everyone else, Mexicans have been transfixed by the ongoing psychodrama that is Donald Trump. They’ve watched, for months, as a horrified Republican establishment – and then a perplexed and/or concerned Democrat establishment – have tried to come to grips with Trump’s undeniable momentum.
They’re not big fans. Former Mexican president Vincente Fox called Trump “racist and ignorant” for what he said about Mexico. He said Trump’s anti-Mexican insults – which the short-fingered vulgarian has repeated over and over – were “disgraceful and highly offensive.”
“He thinks building the ‘Trump Wall’ will right every wrong in the United States,” Fox said. “Indeed, he’s built a huge mental wall around himself already, which doesn’t allow him to see the greatness of our people.”
And Mexico is indeed great. It was the place where five complex civilizations came into being some 13,000 years ago – and several centuries before pink-skinned (or, in Trump’s case, orange-skinned) Europeans arrived. The Olmec, Maya, Teotihuacan, Toltec, and Aztec indigenous peoples were innovating in architecture, mathematics, astronomy, medicine, and theology while Donald Trump’s ancestors were still dragging their hirsute knuckles around in what would later become Rhineland Germany.
On April 15, an historic event: the reunion of the original Hot Nasties – Ras Pierre Schenk, Rockin’ Al, Nuclear Age and Ed Tomwards – in studio! Dixie Fried and the CJSW folks kindly offered their impressive studio space for the Calgary punks to get together on Canadian soil for the first time in more than 35 years! Stop the presses!
From that fun get-together, a few clips. First off, the loveable punkster mop tops doing a pre-show warmup with Get Away From Me, with several bonus false starts!
Then: I teach the Calgary boys how to play the three-chord Barney Rubble Is My Double again. Chaos ensues!
Thus prepared, the Dixie Fried Show commences with the Hot Nasties reunion! We kick off with Teenage Lament (we were a happy bunch of kids, yes) – but, before that, Democratic presidential candidate joins us for the show! Seriously!
Then, Daughter’s fave Nasties ditty (and she much prefers the Nasties to SFH, by the by) – our tuneful denunciation of the local scene circa 1980, Fashion Show:
A bit into the hour-long Event, we are asked about the history of the Hot Nasties and the beginnings of punk in our hometown. Listen in:
Want more? We got more! We were (and are) confused teenagers – and, accordingly, here is I Am A Confused Teenager!
Then Bernie Sanders returns to talk chicken noodle soup!
There’s more – lots more! – but I’m willing to bet you need to do something more important, like extract lint from your belly button. So, here’s our shambolic closer, and the Palma Violets’ fave, The Invasion of the Tribbles! Thanks CJSW!