Me, almost a year ago: “Opposition leaders come and go — and, in 2015, Thomas Mulcair will switch titles with Justin Trudeau.”
The learned professor, today: “The NDP and Liberals are trading places.”
You’re welcome, professor. I accept cheques as well as money orders. Donation button is to the immediate left, too.
I don’t know what else he’s done in his career, but – as Dad to a young aboriginal woman, born in the Yukon – I applaud him for this. Well done.
Dear Jim:
Some of your employees are behaving badly. I add my voice to those of others calling for the end of the ban on the Bulldog. More here.
Sincerely,
Warren
Julie Pacino, friend of Rolf, directed the “writhing” video bits. So if you’ve got a problem with it, take it up with Julie and her Dad, Al.
One of Son One’s schoolmates at St. Mike’s is Jaedan Washington. Jaedan is about as tall as my boy, but heavier and – as you will shortly see – probably a bit stronger.
Jaedan, number six, was recently filmed by a St. Mike’s kid. The video kicked around the school for a bit, and my son and others circulated it wherever they could. The video has now gone viral, as they say, and Jaedan has started to receive calls from American sports media, among many others. When you watch this, you’ll see why. My son, and his schoolmates, are pretty proud of Jaedan. (And so are others: check out the number of hits this vid, and its variants, have gotten!)
Rolf Dinsdale, our former guitarist, is the Liberal Party candidate in his home town.
To save Rolf (and me and Davey) some time, we state:
• The band is neither “Christian rock” nor serious. It’s for fun. We all had day jobs.
• The songs are satirical, mainly. To wit, our hit, ‘Barney Rubble Is My Double.’
• It’s a tough riding for Liberals, but the Dinsdale name is a big one. He could do it – which is why we are actively looking for replacement(s).
Here he is, tonight. Cleans up real good, don’t he?
He’s written nasty legal letters to everyone who hosts/links to me.
So, if the web site suddenly disappears after 12 or so years, you know who to blame.
Stay tuned.
So, twenty years ago, I worked with, for and around my friend Dingwall. On the night of the Nova Scotia Liberals’ smashing victory – their first in twenty years! – I got to play TV co-host with him, which is a first. Watch, about seven minutes in (click on the pic). He doesn’t slug me, so I consider it as a success.
Me: So, if I close my eyes, and hold my invisible crystal ball like this, I can see that Dexter is going to lose his seat.
Dingwall: If I was still the Minister of Health, I think I could have you committed.
For those Gotcha Conservatives (hello, Andrew Harris!) who were impatiently bombarding me last night with emails and tweets, demanding my reaction to the gas plant schmozzle, I say this:
That said, I have penned a column about the gas plant schmozzle for this Sunday’s Sun. I want you to buy the Sun, so here is a taste, but not the whole meal. You’re welcome.
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…I’m from Calgary, and I’m a little slow, but I can tell you any oil patch boy or girl knows this much: the energy sector is like the stock market. It is, in its essence, totally unpredictable. And don’t just take my word for it. The tall foreheads at Harvard University, for example, call it “predicting the unpredictable.” Said one of them, in the august pages of the Harvard Business Review: energy prices and costs are “devilishly difficult to analyze, let alone predict.”
“Devilishly difficult.” I like that, because I’m a sucker for alliterations. But also because it’s Harvard, and it’s true. Predicting the unpredictable is bad, bad politics.
The Ontario Liberals’ mistake was that they were too helpful, and they tried to answer the question. Had I been asked at the time – and I wasn’t – I would have said: “We promised to move those gas plants, and we’re making good on that promise. Citizens didn’t want those gas plants, and we listened to them. All of Ontario’s political parties favoured moving them, and all acknowledged there would be a cost. We intend to do everything we can to keep the cost down.”
See? No numbers. No predictions. No risk.