Reagan was going to be my pick for this (fuck you Ron & Nancy) and their anti-aids program.

This is like one of the beat poems from So I Married An Axe Murderer?

Which is pretty much what his estranged niece Mary says in her tell-all book. The Donald has been cosseted and pampered -- or, as Mary puts it, institutionalized -- all his life. This may be the very first time he’s ever had anything blow up in his face that no one could wave a magic wand and make disappear for him,…

Oh dear. You just reminded me that in elementary school, we had an English side and a French side, with separate administrations, students and grades (long story as to how that happened) and there was so much friction that they had to make sure we met as little often as possible to avoid conflicts. So the Anglophones…

When I was in college there was a bond referendum that would fund the establishment of a new prison in our small college town. It was too expensive to pass a vote but students started to worry about it. No one had any facts, just a lot of fear about prison breaks and other unrealistic things (only fear for themselves,…

The hostage crisis was also kind of shitty (or was that the 70s?).

I was in one of the first french immersion classes in an anglophone province. Someone spray painted a line down the middle of the playground, and we “french” kids knew to stay on our side. I also got my ass kicked in my neighbourhood for being in FI, and I overheard my mom’s school trustee friend, say that another…

I travelled to Quebec in 1995 with my Tunisian boyfriend. We had a few experiences in which we would enter stores and be stared at in hostility. And then the minute we began speaking French, it was all smiles and welcome.

On election day in November 2008, it was a very pleasant day. One of them perfect crisp November days. I was sitting out on my front step when one of my neighbors yelled to me “Is this your cat?” I looked over and he had some goofy youngish cat. I said he wasn’t and the neighbor put the cat down on the ground. The…

I had been a Poll Worker since our county added electronic voting machines around 2006. I wanted to find out, from the inside, how they worked, how secure they were, etc. Mom worked at the Polls for a really long time, so I had been exposed to it before from a kid perspective.

Oof, I can relate to that one. I was 8 years old for the second referendum in 1995, coming from a family with an anglophone dad and a francophone mom. I was torn on both sides, as the people at my school (anglophones) saw me as a traitor and my francophone family and parents’ group of friends was hyper separatist so…

I’m the youngest girl who was raised in a very sexist and misogynistic household.

I was in college, a driver for a local politician who was running for U.S. House of Representatives. He was just “a guy I knew” and it didn’t hit me at the time what a big deal it was he was running for national office. I got the driver gig because a friend was an intern/staffer, and no one else wanted to drive around…

When I go walking through the park with my kids, I have to myself between them and the geese, just in case. Plus, they poop all over the place.

Word. Those things bite.

Don’t say boo to a goose, those things are terrifying. Canada geese, at least.

Wasted opportunity.

Yeah...if they like you they try to fuck you.

I’d push for 25, really, just in case they end up going to a super conservative college and join Students For Life or whatever. I didn’t really break free from my conservative conditioning until my mid-20s, and I wasn’t a full-fledged progressive until my late 20s. It’s really easy to double down on the beliefs you’ve…

Kornacki’s Khakis sounds like some Bojack Horseman shit.