Maxed Out

If, like so many professional procrastinators in this town, you didn't bother picking up a Pique promptly on Thursday, dithered about on Friday, went for a long bike ride on Saturday and finally got around to grabbing one on your way to Sunday eggs B

Back in the day — yes, that day — when I thought I knew everything, or at least everything I needed to know at that moment, evolution and erosion seemed like fairly simple concepts. People evolved; the planet eroded; life proceeded apace.

I couldn't remember what I'd ordered but I knew it wasn't whatever I'd just unwrapped. Being a moderately adventurous eater, I've grazed my way through sandwiches and wraps stuffed with more sprouts than substance but never...

Woe Canada. My home, if not native, land. It seems I'm not alone in my displeasure and discomfort wrought by the shenanigans of Canada's current prime minister.

I think it was my mother who said, "It's not very smart to keep doing the same thing over and over and think something different is going to happen.

Let me begin by pledging my unwavering support for higher education. Lower education for that matter. Any education.

Let's see, sun? Check. Warmer temps? Check. Blue sky? Check. Spring skiing? Check. Victoria Day weekend? Huh? Yer kidding? Already? Uh, so it is. Check.

In faraway cities, in faraway lands, people rose up on the weekend and said, in very dissimilar languages, "Enough is enough. Take your austerity and shove it where the sun don't shine." Or words to that effect.

Let's suppose you were walking along one of the trails around Lost Lake on a nice spring day.

Politics is, at the best of times, confusing, that word standing in for unfathomable, incomprehensible, and, possibly, idiotic. But politics in the time of polarization is — and no one thought it possible — even more confusing.