To the amusement of Berry aficionados, I’m sure, my 5S is seemingly pooched. I was using Edmonton International Airport charging stations yesterday aft; this morning, upon waking, iPhone is dead. Flashing Apple, no turning on. Trying to restore via iTunes? Nope.
Anyone ever get this “2001” error message before? More to the point, anyone know how to fix a perfectly good iPhone that Edmonton’s airport wrecked?
Yes, I’m writing this on my Berry.
…and we say:
An election cometh! So cometh to our event!
@kinsellawarren Hahaha you must miss being ganged up on at Sun Media 🙂
— Stephen V (@Tupelosteve) April 10, 2015
@Tupelosteve The first few times you get called a "Lieberal" and a "Leftard" by 500 guys living in Mom's basement, you start to feel alive.
— Warren Kinsella (@kinsellawarren) April 10, 2015
I used to be the courts and cops reporter for the Ottawa Citizen. I watched Don Bayne do his thing, up close, many times. When Mike Duffy made the decision to retain Bayne, he made a very smart decision.
Here’s just one reason why. In his cross with the Senate bureaucrat offered up by the Crown, Bayne inserts the first reasonable doubt – that is, Duffy needed to only own land in the place he represented. He didn’t actually need to live there.
But he agreed under cross-examination by Duffy’s lawyer, Donald Bayne, that the Senate never set out clear definitions of “primary” or “secondary” residence, never defined residence for the purpose of determining eligibility to hold a seat in the upper chamber, nor for seeking payment of expense claims.
Bayne suggested repeatedly Duffy had no other choice — Senate rules, policies and guidelines all but required him to declare the P.E.I. cottage as his “primary” residence or risk losing his seat — because the Constitution required all senators to be resident in the province they represent.
Audcent agreed there is a “danger” of a senator losing his seat if he fails to hold property or be resident of the province he represents. He also agreed the $100,000 worth of renovations Duffy poured into his P.E.I. cottage showed a “commitment” to that residence.
…To bolster his argument that Duffy made his declarations in “good faith”, Bayne highlighted a memo from office of the Conservative government leader in the Senate, Marjory Lebreton, to “rookie” senators Mike Duffy and Pamela Wallin (also now facing police investigation over her travel claims.)
Written by Lebreton’s policy adviser Christopher McCreery, it suggested they needn’t worry about “disqualification.”
“I checked all of the authorities on the senate and residency is not defined,” McCreery wrote. “My interpretation is . . . that so long as a senator owns property in his or her province of appointment then they are allowed to sit as a senator from that province, even if they live in Ottawa 99 per cent of the time.”
Many, many of you have asked what goes on every Thursday night at the SFH studio sessions.
Well, okay, none of you have asked that, ever, but let’s imagine for a moment that a few of you had.  And, equally, let’s imagine that you had said: “O Warren, in those regular get-togethers at the summit of god-like creative genius that is SFH, what do you do, pray tell?”
Well, here’s what we do, shot on my iPhone device.  We have abandoned punk rock, and now play only GYDDPP – German-Yiddish Derivative Dance Punk Pop.  Here is our ‘Eighties Dance Song,’ which is going to be bigger than the Beatles and Jesus. When we are famous and rich, I will not pose for selfies with you, nor acknowledge that I once knew you.
So says one poll, here.
So here’s what I say about why that may be so. From my speech to Alberta Liberals, this weekend, and the Hill Times, next week:
“[Prentice’s budget] is a barf bag of incoherence. It raises taxes and user fees, and it slashes government services – all at the same time. It tries to appease fiscal conservatives and fiscal spendthrifts, but has only succeeded in enraging both. It is the legislative equivalent of sucking and blowing simultaneously. And Albertans do not – do not – like it.”
Amazing things are happening in Alberta, this Spring. Pay attention.
This is so frigging awesome. Can you see John Tory doing this, ever? Maybe a Pat Boone Day, but not something like this.
Oh, and Lala: give me back the Bikini Kill T-shirt you stole.
[SHAMELESS PLUG: you can read more about Riot Grrls in my book Fury’s Hour, helpfully available here.]
Growing up, I just wanted to be a reporter. That’s all. I started my own newspaper when I was nine; I worked at them all through elementary school, junior high school, high school, university and the Bar Admission course. I’ve been a reporter at the Ottawa Citizen and the The Calgary Herald, and a columnist at the National Post, the Citizen and the Sun papers. I loved to read them, I loved to write for them. I even loved the smell of them.
They’re dying, of course, mainly because the ways in which we receive information has so fundamentally changed – and because journalists usually aren’t very good at running businesses. But that doesn’t mean that bloggers, or social media enthusiasts, are going to ever supplant real journalists. Bloggers and the like, as I’ve said many times, merely comment on the work of real reporters. They don’t have the resources or the skills to do what journalists do.
The front page of today’s New York Times, below, does what journalism is supposed to do: it points out something that is important, and forces us to consider it – and, ideally, change the way we do things.
What happened to Walter Scott, as I wrote below, was indisputably murder. And the front page of today’s New York Times is indisputably journalism.
