Canadian.

It’s the same display name, but the username has changed since this morning. This is a new Rosa Spunks troll account.

Kindly read the 4,000+ word history I just spent months writing explaining why that is a gross oversimplification before you comment.

When I was a teen we had TV. With a dial you had to get up to turn. And a phone that was affixed to the wall.

He’s like an indoor cat that finally got outside and now he has no idea what to do.

I’m not afraid to bust out my Oilers 1988 Stanley Cup cap in front of beer league teammates (living in Vancouver).

I have that effect on lots of people. Breathe into a paper bag and you’ll be fine.

Johnny Cash once sat at the table next to mine at the Bottom Line on night. He had the courtesy to not pester me the entire evening. I remember giving him a grateful nod as I left.

The evil assholes who kidnapped these kids had an incentive to keep them alive. Raping them repeatedly. It’s hard to wrap one’s head around but these girls are the lucky ones. They aren’t going to be raped tonight. Many others aren’t so lucky.

These parents were going out of their way to give their daughters the best education and opportunities they could in a country where no one would blame them for keeping them like chattel.

The main thing I noticed is those sharp bones. Obviously they were kept on the razor’s edge of starvation. Plus all the other horrors they were subjected to.