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Team Canada

National Post- It’s not ‘elbows up’ approach as RCMP renews contracts for American helicopters, industry association says

Trevor Mitchell, chief executive of the Helicopter Association of Canada (HAC), said he was very surprised that the RCMP would sign another contract to lease the American Black Hawks, while Canadian manufacturers offer rival products that can do at least as good a job. “I can’t see how any of this transpires into an elbows-up policy, or a Canada-first policy.”

Explaining Civilisation

To those seemingly unfamiliar with the concept:

The uninvited newcomers – chiefly, it seems, men of fighting age and all mysteriously unencumbered by identifying documents – are given helpful pointers on the customary use of pavements and pedestrian crossings, and are warned about the hazards of randomly strolling through moving traffic on busy roads. They are also introduced to the novel concepts of avoiding foul language in public and not abusing animals for amusement purposes.

Other teething problems have, it seems, arisen:

“The initiative by Northamptonshire Police followed community and parental complaints over young male asylum seekers loitering near a primary school in the county, including claims of filming.”

Not loitering at the gates of primary schools in order to film small children being another cultural subtlety requiring clarification.

Oh, there’s more. Much more.

Careful What You Wish For

Readers will doubtless recall the Chichester Festival Theatre warning patrons that its production of The Sound of Music, one of the most famous and widely-seen musicals in the world, would contain references to Nazis. Which, for some, would apparently come as a surprise.

On culture for the implausibly delicate; when cleverness is deemed unfair and something to be corrected by progressive educators; and the fretting that ensues when your anti-police non-profit gets robbed, quite brazenly.

Something for everyone.

The Fretting Is Statusful, You Know

From the world of cinema and pretentious agonising:

The implications of Mr Boyle’s modish piety, presumably unintended yet implied nonetheless, are explored quite pithily in the replies.

Among which, the implication that white writers and directors should only concern themselves with suitably pale-skinned characters, carefully excluding non-white characters, and non-white actors, lest they appropriate or colonise something or other.

Needless to say, other implications come to mind.

Scenes From The Zombie Apocalypse

There’s an implied, sociopathic dare. The game being “You won’t do what’s needed, despite our alarming and menacing behaviour, because you’re nicer than us, less vain, and not unhinged, and so we can dominate you and terrorise you, and break your stuff, for as long as we want, for shits and giggles.”

Well. I would suggest that the activists’ own actions render their wellbeing of very low importance.

A terribly modern moral problem. Answers on a postcard, please.

The Art Of What Deal?

I’m not sure who’s worse. The water carriers who write such vacuous puff pieces or the water carrier who currently inhabits the office of the Premier of Ontario. These alleged negotiations are starting to sound like an episode of Secret Squirrel. All Carney needs to complete the charade is a hat with eyeholes in the brim.

When reporters on Parliament Hill asked the minister if Canada is close to a deal with the U.S., Joly bristled. “Guys, do you really think I’ll answer that question?” she asked rhetorically. “I won’t answer that question. We won’t negotiate in public and we’ll let the prime minister do his work.”

Earlier in the day, Ontario Premier Doug Ford said Carney is in “deep, deep discussions” on trade with Trump. “I’m not going to speak on behalf of the prime minister. I just know that they’re right at the brink,” Ford said at the Ontario legislature. “They’re working hard around the clock to try to get a deal.”

Crack And Badger

Come to think of it, I’m not entirely sure what loving one’s body might mean, beyond the obvious off-colour jokes. But apparently, it’s something that one is supposed to proclaim as an accomplishment, a credential of progressivism. I have, however, noted that it tends to be announced by people whose declared triumph in this matter is not altogether convincing, and whose basis for doing so is generally much slimmer than they are.

It must be quite strange to go through life feeling a need to boast in print of some pointed behaviour – specifically, “showing my sons what a real woman’s body… looks like” – as if this feat of not wearing knickers were somehow radical, empowering, and a basis for applause. And to then have to justify this lifestyle affectation in ways that are somewhat contradictory and not particularly convincing. As if no-one would notice. It seems a lot of effort.

On the cost of pervert inclusivity; on Trump-induced hair-loss; and on not wearing knickers as the height of progressive parenting

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