Opinion

I looked out the window Wednesday morning. I didn’t like what I saw. Summer had been over for more than two weeks. Those warm, sunny days that we’ve come to know should be replaced with cool, crisp, sunny autumn conditions.

I enjoy political debates unlike most people who would rather get on with their lives. But I’ve always had a fascination with opinionated discussions, so the English language debate on Monday, October 7 became an irresistible, but guilty pleasure.

Is there such a thing as a perfect joke receipt? Even just a good one? The answer will definitely vary from one person to another, but there are still some vital ingredients that one trying to make others laugh can’t skip.

As I type this, it’s been exactly three weeks since “drones,” more like cruise missiles, attacked the largest oil processing facility in the world, Saudi Arabia’s Abqaiq processing facility.

There’s still something about seeing something on a printed page that lends credibility and legitimacy. Just hearing it mentioned, or seeing it on a screen, doesn’t have the same level of legitimacy with people.

As I type this, it’s been exactly three weeks since “drones,” more like cruise missiles, attacked the largest oil processing facility in the world, Saudi Arabia’s Abqaiq processing facility.

“Why is it that I can find out on Facebook who is changing the colour of their hair, what they are serving for supper or if the laundry has been done that day? But ... I cannot find out why the RCMP gathered north of town looking for a missing body.

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For as long as I can remember, I’ve been intrigued, annoyed, confused, exhilarated, and/or enraged by politics.