After reading the play by Shakespeare last week, I decided to tackle Chaucer’s epic 8,000-line poem about the Trojan lovers, Troilus and Cressida (or Criseyde as Chaucer writes it). It’s a long, somewhat meandering piece that begins, in the Online Medieval … Continue reading →
By: Obert Madondo | The Canadian Progressive: Dayleen Van Ryswyk, the BC NDP candidate for Kelowna-Mission, has resigned after the racist comments she made online against Canada’s First Nations surfaced earlier today. She also denigrated French Canadians. Called them bigots. This sad episode will not slow down the New Democrats‘ march to a [...]
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Here’s a fun little video from TED about the evolution of English. This video describes the early days of English’s changes. Some of the more recent alterations are not included, such as the extensive use of pirate terms, robot machine R… . . . → Read More: mark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: How did English evolve?
Once a monarchy is to be defended like a Lindsay Lohan, the country that ultimately depends on it for stability will end up in far worse places than rehab.
Besides more than enough skin, pictures of a half naked Kate Middleton have revealed why Canada still needs the monarchy. Not so much because of the recent exploits of Prince Harry and Kate Middleton, but because of Canadians’ attempts to excuse them and, by implication, excuse the impacts they have on our country.
Canada needs the monarchy because Canadians know more about the Royal family’s mammories than they they do about
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This morning, with a brightening glow from my right I looked up from my newspaper to see a fog of falling snow across the yard, neighbouring street, and rooftops below. The unplanned and surprising sight had taken me back, contrasted all the more by the warm mug in my hand and the comfortable cozy temperature of the dining room I was sitting in. The snowflakes dominated the air, making it a mere medium for them to densely fill in.
I was struck by this awareness, not of the snow, but of the snow making what was previously ordinary into something
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