My appetite for big issues and my desire to be a part of the larger debates all pointed me in the direction of the American political spectrum. Because really, who cares what happens in my local city politics? Even my Canadian national elections didn't have any substantial consequences. Things up here would be OK, no matter which way they went. But what happened in the U.S.? Now that was big, that mattered. But like any buzz, it wears off. Quicker and quicker the more artificial the substance.
Mulcair made the biggest blunder in the exchange at Tuesday's Question Period. His frustration in his inability to get the government to respond is understandable, but as the rules currently dictate, the Speaker was enforcing the rules of Parliament. Mulcair's criticism of the Speaker in this scenario is thus akin to disrespecting the institution of Parliament itself.
Like any craft, journalism, requires audience attention, appreciation and consideration -- akin to a handmade ceramic mug that can sit alongside a disposable paper cup, news can be authored by a Pulitzer prize wining journalist or a passerby at an event with a cell phone. Both have value but their objectives differ.
If Canada's $3.5 billion towards maternal health in low income countries is to be effective, we must not only deliver the funds, we must do so in programs that will be accepted by women and children in Africa. The goal must be to ensure that the ultimate measurement of success is that our funding is appropriate and accepted by individual women and children in Africa so that we do indeed enhance maternal, newborn and child health.
If you are a man and reading this, you might be thinking "But not all men would hurt women." That's true. Not all men would. But all women have been dehumanized by a man. That's what's forgotten in this conversation -- there's so much defensiveness from men. Please listen to what we have to say. We're telling you that this happens enough that every woman has a story. Not all men do this, but enough men do that the default is to be distrustful and wary around men. Elliot Rodger believed in the lies the Men's Rights Activist Movement told him.
According to one theory, whose origins I've long forgotten, the business of voting has undergone an evolutionary transmogrification. In earlier times, citizens voted for the candidates they liked the most. Soon, a cynicism having seeped into the civic fabric, they began to vote for the candidates they disliked the least. And now? People vote against the crooks and liars that they hate the most. The problem with this theory is that it presumes a golden age, and no experienced person could reasonably indulge a notion like that.
On May 16, Barbara Walters will retire. You don't have to love Walters as much as I do. But if you love television, you must recognize her contribution. Nowadays, the tradition of event television barely exists. Thank you PVR, On Demand and Internet. So in great part, the appreciation of "big gets" is a lost art.
Pushers for Trinity Western and its faith-based law school -- which is an oxymoron up there with civil war and old news -- would like you to believe this whole deal is about religious freedom. How can any law school be able to create, foster, and spit out our next generation of lawyers when it doesn't hold our values? Not just Canadian values but simple human-to-human values.
Here I must trespass on the impolite, and I'll begin by restoring to the record the excised bits in which Jim Flaherty was a soldier of Mike Harris's "Common Sense Revolution." The idea that he was a non-ideological moderate would have been laughed out of the room, even by the man himself. Moderate was an insult he applied to his leadership rival, that pink and pale McGuinty imitation Ernie Eves. As Ontario's Attorney General and Finance Minister, Flaherty was one of Harris's most consistent and reliable true believers, mocked (like Harris himself) for applying his tough-on-crime universal restorative elixir to homelessness and poverty.
No-one I've talked to, including people who have lived here their entire lives and whose parents grew up here, can ever remember seeing something like this happen before. And because it takes a confluence of perfect weather conditions to create these massive snow-castles, it may never happen again in our lifetime.
I honestly can't think of a major religion that forbids men from meeting in public with a group of women. And honestly, if this restriction existed, how would you even function in the world? Regardless of whether the student's request is legitimate, let's talk about the fact that certain people quite high up in the university's food chain were willing to grant the accommodation that the student was seeking. A secular university -- I seriously cannot stress that point enough -- was more than willing to make an exception based on a religious belief that women were ultimately so different from men that the two genders could not interact in public.
It's the eve of the 1994 general election in South Africa -- first democratic election in the nation's 342 years. Nelson Mandela comes to the South African Broadcasting Corporation for an election rally. The black working classes abandon their jobs, flow in a mighty river through the dank corridors to the rally in the basement. No-one with that colour skin has ever before been invited to a South African national election rally, much less been asked for their vote. Mandela speaks slowly, saying words the people gathered here want and need to hear. The beast that is apartheid is dead, he tells the crowd.