Alberta Liberals have ideas!
…and they’re good ones, too, as Calgree Grit writes.
Heading up to Edmonton, this aft, to meet up with Alberta Libs. It’s gonna be a great convention!
…and they’re good ones, too, as Calgree Grit writes.
Heading up to Edmonton, this aft, to meet up with Alberta Libs. It’s gonna be a great convention!
How can Stephen Harper now demonize coalition – after what has happened in Britain, and after his own party was the direct result of one?
Discuss. Will approve your comments when the plane lands!
…read this:
Obama delivers a brilliant rejoinder to the far-right drug addict.
In my experience, the universe can be neatly divided into sane people who love Obama, and red-necked, mouth-breathing nutjobs who think the scumbag racist drug addict is the Messiah.
I stand with the sane people, personally. Anyone else?
This makes me sad. I used to work with a Charles Lewis at the Ottawa Citizen. He was a wonderful, thoughtful guy. There was no bigger supporter than him for the work I was doing exposing the religious right and the far right. No one.
That’s why I’m sad to read tripe like the linked column – the hackneyed, clichéd, anti-CBC and anti-secularism/pro-Harper and pro-religious right claptrap that the Post churns out, endlessly, while completely indifferent to the effect it has on its circulation and/or credibility. When I wrote for them, they – the great free-speechers! – refused to let me print a goddamned word that was positive about the CBC, the Star or related subjects. When they also refused to let me say what I wanted to say about protecting human rights, I quit. Now, I only read them online, and sporadically at best.
Anyway. The Charles Lewis I knew isn’t the Charles Lewis I see in the Post this morning. He’s left the building, and I sure miss him.
Here is where I’ll be this weekend – in Calgary, then Edmonton.
“Always controversial”? Me? I think I’m not terribly interesting, myself.
Bios of the other speakers, here. If you’re in Edmonton this weekend, c’mon by. I have a few things to get off my chest about Liberalism, generally, and the Liberal Party of Canada, specifically.
When we were nerdling teens (and when we became nerdling adults), he was a big deal to us – brawny sword-swinging brutes, buxom princesses, scary creatures roaming the landscape, all rendered with an unforgettable style – and we vainly tried to copy his art. And it was art.
R.I.P., Frank. (Some of his work can be seen here.)