Pique'n Yer Interest

I've always been a common sense kind of guy, although that's not always a good thing.

We live in an age when truths have become matters of opinion. No longer can you shoot down an argument with a statement of fact - the fact, it seems, has become an argument all its own. Take Mark Steyn, for example.

Ever wanted to see George W.

One of the ongoing debates over the financial crisis is whether the movers and shakers who brought about a second depression were greedy or just plain stupid.

The Olympics are closing in. The countdown has begun. News organizations have flocked to Whistler to commemorate just one more year of waiting. RCMP helicopters and who knows what else are gazing down on us from above.

There's a great Far Side comic that's a perfect illustration of Rene Girard's theories about scapegoating. Wayne, a lonely, bespectacled man, sits in his bedroom. He looks out his window upon a crowd of protesters.

In light of all the recent uproar over Games spending and borrowing in Vancouver, here is the speech that I would someday like to hear from Jacques Rogge, president of the International Olympic Committee: "Hey everybody, thanks for being here.

He knows he can’t hesitate. He sits amidst a pile of rubble, mostly debris from decrepit, antiquated buildings that line an abandoned street. No point in bombing them. They could fall to pieces themselves.

This helicopter, my chariot to fields far flung. This portable broiler, my tank in lands left savage. This battery of cameras, my agents of posterity — because it’s important first to record, then to broadcast.

Remember Y2K? Seems pretty embarrassing now, doesn’t it? Like when you got drunk for the first time. Except on Dec.