Maxed Out

By G.D. Maxwell A new oxymoron has slipped into the Canadian lexicon, courtesy of the tightest federal election in recent history. Stable minority.

By G.D. Maxwell In the post 9/11 world of terrorist threats, the Kamloops airport undoubtedly does not rank in the top-tier watch list. I’m certain Orange Alert remain words unspoken there except around Halloween.

By G.D. Maxwell Somehow, it all seems so far away. While the suits preened and danced and huffed and puffed in Ottawa, two bald eagles barnstormed and flew aerobatics over the dimpled waters of Sulphuric Lake.

By G.D. Maxwell I don’t know what the link between politics and love is but I’m certain there is a link.

By G.D. Maxwell "I am Canadian!" Well, I’m not. Not really. Not truly. Not by birth. By choice perhaps.

By G.D. Maxwell Editor’s note: This is an encore presentation of an earlier Maxed Out column. Max will be back, refreshed and reinvigorated, next week.

By G.D. Maxwell Dear Nicole: High school graduation? Say it ain’t true.

By G.D. Maxwell Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. I’m pretty sure that was the high point of George Orwell’s Animal Farm according to the faculty at Father Guido Sarducci’s Five-Minute University.

By G.D. Maxwwell There are parts of North America, notably the northeast coast of the U.S., where seasons change with the flip of a calendar.

By G.D. Maxwell It seemed particularly odd to be sitting on Dusty’s patio on a blazing spring day and not see a single soul wearing ski gear.