More people die choking on bottle caps than do blacks who are choked by police. But facts are secondary in the war against Orange Man Bad. The real goal is having authority take a knee to the street mobs while media look the other way as looting fills the street.

In this emotive age silent suffering is passé. Death, the natural end of us all, is suddenly La Boheme, an opera of grief and tragedy to play out in the front pages of a paper that once knew better. And now urges its readers to cower in fear of its own shadow.

The #StayAtHome scolds may have finally found their lever to open the entire society to their agenda. Masks. The facial covering associated with Covid-19 has become the buy-in to acceptance of a higher power. The converts even have their own name: Karens. And they’ll let you know just where you stand. Or should not stand.

They say journalism is the first draft of history. So can we do ourselves a favour and stop the Gotcha Game over Covid-19? You know the one. Where the media and political junkies assign blame for governments not being ready for the pandemic that swept over us in February?

Somehow the rights and traditions of the Magna Carta that have served civilization well for over 900 years are now, to Justin Trudeau and the Biden Bunch, archaic annoyances getting in the way of the Woke Revolution.

The pushback continues from Lockdown Inc. and those who see Covid-19 as an excuse to obliterate civil liberties and free speech. When the virus passes they’ll then begin sanitizing the history of how they panicked and got it wrong. Because let’s face it, them being right is what this whole panic was about.

NYC Mayor Bill De Blasio has proposed a ticker-tape parade to celebrate the frontline medical workers. Good idea. For some time in future. But first, why not celebrate how they have actually “flattened the curve” in North America?

This is just the tip of a double standard employed every day to further the editorial biases of the woke culture that has purged newsrooms of moderates and intimidated veteran people like Baquet to do their bidding.

However much elected officials want to save lives, their only play going forward is to save the economy before the Covid fallout makes 2008 look like a picnic.

The collision between the authority of “expert” classes and the population they presume to rule is coming fast. Expect nothing less than a seismic rupture unless those planning to wreck the economy can do better than wonky computer models and snitch lines to intimidate the population.

Canada’s response to the virus has been in lockstep with the World Health Organization’s wandering policy on first identifying and then stopping Covid-19. It has been a disastrous failure. But Canada still preaches the WHO gospel.

Taking all the august scientific advice from his panel, Trump has balanced the fear of losing citizens against the real potential that the civil contract will unwind if people are denied work, pay and access to the society at large. If it fails he will be destroyed.

There will be casualties in the Great Coronavirus Episode of 2020. Many, regrettably, will be human. A few will be political and financial. And not a moment too soon.

You may not know it but Canada has a new amending formula for the constitution. It now reads hereditary leaders + American trust fund money/ activist Canada Supreme Court justices times a prime minister who won’t enforce laws equals: kiss your country goodbye.

It is the Liberals who have taken the ride on the Trudeau Party’s Leftward Express to coercion who have changed. And , like the GO train, that train is now stuck in the station, waiting for the tracks to clear.

Not many people know this, but I have been in remission for the better part of a decade now. Since the time I overcame ‘60s Progressive Syndrome— or, as we sufferers know it, The Clevers— it’s been a daily struggle, frankly. Just one precious Obama bumper sticker, one incendiary Robert DeNiro rant and I could be back in full-blown cleverness.

Some people write their own epitaph. So it was appropriate that, when news of Christie Blatchford's death came across social media on Wednesday, her churlish critics couldn’t help themselves. They chose her death to grind an ax about how she’d resisted the ideological show trials promoted by the Left.

In today’s Cancel Culture hysteria the line separating saints from sinners moves according to political expediency. Anyone not divining this moving target is then subject to an intimidation barrage that makes them wish they’d never been born. Because, as we’ve mentioned here before, the woke Left believes you’re free to an opinion— so long as it’s the same as their opinion

Hands up everyone who thought we would hear the words “Prince Harry” and “Westjet” in the same sentence? But the twain was met this week, with the sorta’-prince winging his way on Westjet to his new home in Victoria after a highly unsuccessful UK stay during which he seems to have antagonized just about everyone who ever cared for him in his days as a Royal.

Contemporary Canada is like Kieran Culkin’s rich-boy character Roman Roy in HBO’s series Succession. One magazine piece described Roy as “a wisecracking mash-up of Puck and Iago sheathed in an Armani suit.” He’s a glib observer, full of opinions, empty of resolve, listened to by no one of importance. Which is, of course, Canada under Trudeau. Like the foppish PM, Canada is not taken seriously any longer outside UN-approved echo chambers. All talk, no action