Joy
From @iyad_elbaghdadi: “This iconic picture will live in history. When a women escaped ISIS territory and was able to wear color again.“
I love this. This is my favourite photograph of the year, I think. Take that, you ISIS pricks: joy.
From @iyad_elbaghdadi: “This iconic picture will live in history. When a women escaped ISIS territory and was able to wear color again.“
I love this. This is my favourite photograph of the year, I think. Take that, you ISIS pricks: joy.
Here’s a Brit-born writer living in Toronto:
Some great writing, therein, and I’m pissed off he anticipated my next Hill Times column, which reads in part:
“So too Justin Trudeau, who the camera loves and – to his critics – loves the camera right back. Trudeau knows, perhaps, that leaders are measured by the impressions they create, not the policies they promulgate.
There’s a risk in all of this, naturally. If, six months from now, Trudeau is indeed branded as Prime Minister Selfie – if his administration is simply regarded as a four-year-long photo op, punctuated only by state dinners and the occasional foreign trip – he’ll be in trouble. He needs to be more than the callow and shallow caricature his opponents suggest he is.”
Conservatives forget they had their own image-conscious deity, however: Ronald Reagan.
And he was popular for a long, long time, as I recall. And lots of conservatives would’ve lined up for selfies with him, too.
Write an innocent post offering Christmas wishes, while simultaneously poking fun at agnostics and atheists, and what do you get? This is what you get.
He’s 17.
Ran those fun little polls yesterday on 2015’s Best Politician, Best Political Advisor, and Best Political Strategy. Check out the results for the several hundred who voted, below. It wasn’t even close.
Here’s what you said as of this hour:
And while I am on the topic, the world’s worst journalist – TWWSNBN – still holds that title. Sending out one of your bosses to harangue me won’t help, big guy. It’ll just persuade me to keep doing it for the next, say, twenty years or so.
Somewhere, a couple guys are laughing.
…goes to this Rosie DiManno gem in today’s Star. In it, DiManno commences by castigating comments, and looks completely ridiculous by the end. A short-form DiManno, herewith:
It’s a competitive category, but I think we have a winner for the Most Dishonest Column of the Month Award, folks!
Daughter Two and me are seeing the Cancer Bats at the Hard Luck tonight (Bjorn and Lala bailed; got a spare ticket for whoever wants it). It’s a Christmas tradition – taking in the Bats, or the Flatliners, as they all head back to their Canuckistan home for the holidays.
Here’s Daughter’s fave CB tune, Lucifer’s Rocking Chair. God, I love these guys. See you in the pit (or near it).