From the Tuesday, October 31st, 2006 Globe and Mail: “Ben Mulroney wanted to see where funding from UNICEF for Malawi, not donations from Madonna, were going. Incorrect information appeared in Saturday’s Review section.” We sympathize. We’re always getting Madonna and UNICEF mixed up too.
The Canadian Peace Alliance, Canadian Labour Congress, and Canadian Islamic Congress are wrong when they say that Canadians in Afghanistan are fighting an American war. Afghanistan is not Iraq — though that bloody civil mess is hardly a U.S. solo turn either. It was the British who decided it would be a good idea to […]
By Frank Moher Daryl Duke, the Vancouver-born TV director and producer who died last Saturday, was the real deal. In an industry full off hypesters, especially in B.C., where there are 20 would-be producers for every dollar of financing available, Duke had sufficient credits that he didn’t need to tell you all about them: you […]
So I am sitting on the couch with a fruity beverage, when my youngest daughter walks up to me with a bucket on her head and says, “I am a mongoose.” I consider this for a moment and ask, “Do mongooses wear helmets? Or is it mongeese?” “Mongooses,” she announces, not at all knowingly. “And […]
Morons from a group advocating for fathers’ custody rights, Fathers For Justice, could not have picked a stupider place to lobby than the International Conference on Violence Against Women in Montreal. What could the two issues possibly have in common? How could one issue possibly impact another, unless the fathers in question meant to lobby […]
So I’m sitting on the couch watching the goopy rain spatter against the living room window, a steaming rum-based beverage close to hand, wondering if I ought not to pack up the kids and move to Cairo. No slush. No pesky Foreign Affairs Ministers sniping at their ex-girlfriends. And no pinched-faced blond-ambition bimbos whining about […]
By Frank Moher Does a magazine’s title determine its chances of success? It doesn’t seem to. The Walrus, having weathered that not-paying-freelancers-on-time thing, seems to be doing all right, despite being named . . . The Walrus. And despite being . . . dull. (The Walrus reminds me of nothing so much as The New […]