People with short attention spans— which includes virtually anyone working the corridors of today’s culture industries— do not remember that at one time libidinous independent behaviour from women was seen approvingly by feminists. In the thrall of the current Church Lady penumbra, they pretend that today’s inquisitions have been going on since the time of the pharaohs.

Many eyebrows were raised in the final week of the Canadian federal election when former U.S. president Barack Obama jumped in with a full-throated endorsement of his old chum Justin Trudeau. You only had to see Trudeau’s fevered mosh-pit performance the night he learned of the support to know he’d gotten a reprieve from POTUS 45.

One of the great benefits of Alberta’s place in Confederation is the amount of free advice the province receives from other provinces on how to comport itself. The well-meaning suggestions flow like a river. Grateful? You don’t know the half of it.

The single enduring accomplishment of the movement was its fascination to the media, academia and Hollywood. While voters were happy to disavow their flirtation with the Weathermen and the Symbionese Liberation Army, the culture mavens couldn’t get enough of the intellectual cotton candy of loathing for just about everything in middle America.

You could not find a more parodic Canadian solution than adding taxes. Gary Mason— who lives in a province with a 12 percent HST and $1.60/ litre oil— seems to believe that the clever solution is to hit up the private sector and citizens for the money to balance the budget. His province having succumbed to the greedy paw of government in their business, Mason says, “Jump in, the red ink is fine.”

While there is talk of secession or independence, Albertans only want to stay within Canada in a square deal: That is, what Quebec gets, they can get. If that’s considered a threat, as Linda McQuaig suggests, then maybe it might be time to find new partners.

Liberal icon Prince Barack has a different quality of mercy for friends who get caught playing dressup. Call it NIMBY. Not In My Black Yard. The racial rules are malleable for liberals. And Trudeau, whose campaign has been tickled the endorsement, is unashamed to accept the double standard. 

What Canada’s system does not have, however, is a brake on the power of its largest constituencies. In its early days, Ontario and Quebec’s needs dominated those of the four smaller provinces. In today’s Trudeaupia, the needs of Ontario and Quebec (plus B.C.’s lower mainland) still dominate those of the smaller provinces, which now number seven— along with the three northern territories. 

A goodly chunk of the Six has decided that, after years of acquiescing to every whim of Québec, they’ve decided to draw the line with Alberta’s notion that Confederation has become a sucker play for those in the West. Like Heather they’re fed up with the belly aching.  Banning religious symbols in Quebec? Hey, it’s your call. Request access to tidewater for Alberta bitumen? Who do these people think they are?

Behind Greta’s simple peasant skirt hides the devastations wrought by socialism’s past and present. Hey, there’s no hustle like an old hustle in the religious-crusade game.

“I’m not going to accuse @JustinTrudeau of being a racist. But he’s the master of identity politics, and the Libs just spent months accusing everyone of being white supremacists. He definitely is the biggest hypocrite in the country.” CPP leader Maxime Bernier on PM Justin Trudeau in blackface.

There is little evidence in polling to suggest that any Canadians outside The Gatekeepers are in new torment over Scheer’s commitment to LGBT and women's rights. But discovering that would require the dormant media to leave its bubble. Which they’re not going to do if it hurts their fellow passengers on the Left.

The tell in all these crimes is not guns but their theatrical, highly public nature. Sometimes the perpetrators admit as much when they’re captured alive or their social media posts are revealed after their deaths. In their perverse, sociopathic minds, they are performing just as the knife throwers and blues singers do on AGT. The stars of network TV will have to say my name. I will be famous. 

The fact that this panel will not feature real journalists like Robert Fife of the Globe & Mail or Christie Blatchford of the National Post is the tipoff that everyone will get a good behaviour badge for their questioning.

For the next two years, Baquet told his staff, the Times would turn its anti-Trump megaphone into a cudgel the would leave Trump exposed as the virulent racist that he is. And presumably, have the public thanking the Times as they tossed him from office.

If you’re an average white person in Canada or the U.S. you’re highly unlikely to meet a racist. You can probably squeeze all the Nazis in America into a very small football stadium (FBI estimates 6,000 nationwide). In Canada they’d likely fit into one of those stretch TTC streetcars. But sheltered Toronto boutique liberals or Hollywood toffs see racists everywhere.

It’s touching that earnest types in government think they’ll get mentally ill people to forgo purchasing a gun when they can’t even get mentally ill people to not sleep on the sidewalks. What they’ll discover is that earlier liberal policies stand in the way of their well-meaning plans.

Remember, Kavanaugh was being savaged as a sexual psychopath, a gang rapist, a binge drinker— all of which turned out to be Michael Avenatti libels or third-hand remembrances from decades past or pimped-up yellow journalism from Ronan Farrow in The New Yorker.

Sanders, meanwhile, was being quizzed on a simple policy question.

It is beyond dispute that the United States has entered DEFCON 4 insanity. The culture war over Hillary Clinton blowing the 2016 election has produced a cavalcade of nonsense unrelated to the real functioning of the most powerful nation on earth. Robert Mueller’s damp squib appearance aside, America needs an intervention.

From the moment Karl Marx penned his famous screed against capitalism in the mid 19th century to the present day, neither rain nor snow nor dark of night has prevented the opponents of market forces from their quest to rid the world of capitalism.