@EmilySm43 Super Socco. Might have been a Canadian thing but we always had it between periods playing minor hockey in the 80’s. Adults at the time liked it with Gin Lol
@Jacksonsrule This was my life. Bled for the company. Loved it, felt appreciated. Over 5 years, new CEO, company bought by a huge company, senior colleagues left. Not replaced. I got their workload. No one in mgmt acknowledged my extra workload. I broke.
@rodmickleburgh@LDoerkson Doerkson is from my home cariboo. Same age. He’s fine/ vanilla but we all know him for what he is. I’d be ok with him as leader since he’s weak but they will parachute someone else. I just get annoyed that people can’t see this. Friggin social media
@TheDerangedLib@funtomvids Ok yeah, you win. 4 replies for you and you call me retard twice. Yeah, you definitely schooled me with your extensive vocab. Good job
@TheDerangedLib@funtomvids My apologies with use of “imbecile”. In hindsight I see I should have maybe used “undereducated”, “misinformed” or generally just maybe “knuckle dragging moron”. And yes it does make you the obsessed one. Move on
@Dawn16244786@JoJoFromJerz@JDVance Disagree. It’s about time we started showing some backbone. No need to go high when they go low. We need a lot more of this. Being polite and moral has gotten us nowhere
@ericvideos91 Sorry, I have no desire to let someone with a grade 5 vocabulary and even lower knowledge of the real world dictate anything to me. At all. The guy is a fucking moron.
@RandyRitchie12@gator_gum And all of this garbage you spew is based on what?? God our education system needs to be better. Or make people like you stay in school
FOR CANADIAN EYES ONLY. 🍁
DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT READING THIS IF YOU’RE NOT CANADIAN.
A LOVE LETTER TO CANADA.
Dear Canada,
Sometimes, in all the noise, the arguments and the headlines, we forget just how extraordinary you are.
So today, this one’s for you.
You’re the country that gave the world hockey, basketball, insulin, IMAX and the Canadarm.
You’re Alexander Graham Bell experimenting with the telephone in Brantford. Frederick Banting and his colleagues helping bring insulin treatment to the world. Geoffrey Hinton and Yoshua Bengio helping lay the foundations of modern artificial intelligence.
You’re Donna Strickland revolutionizing laser technology and James Gosling creating Java.
You’re Wayne Gretzky, Bobby Orr, Gordie Howe and Sidney Crosby.
You’re Summer McIntosh making us leap off the couch and cheer.
And you’re Terry Fox, running down a lonely Canadian highway on one leg, showing the world that courage isn’t measured by how far you get, but by how far you’re willing to go.
You’re Gordon Lightfoot singing about the Edmund Fitzgerald and the Canadian Railroad Trilogy.
You’re Stompin’ Tom Connors, stomping his boot through The Hockey Song and singing about places most of the world had never heard of.
You’re The Tragically Hip, turning small towns, hockey heroes and Canadian history into the soundtrack of a generation.
You’re Leonard Cohen, Oscar Peterson, Céline Dion, Anne Murray and Neil Young.
You’re John Candy, Eugene Levy, Catherine O’Hara, Martin Short, Mike Myers and Jim Carrey, making the world laugh.
You’re Lorne Michaels creating Saturday Night Live and James Cameron taking audiences to worlds they’d never imagined.
You’re Lucy Maud Montgomery and Anne Shirley, that wonderfully imaginative red-haired girl who made a little farmhouse on Prince Edward Island famous around the world.
You’re the Group of Seven, who looked at crooked pines, rocky shorelines and windswept forests and showed us just how beautiful our country really is.
You’re Viola Desmond refusing to accept segregation.
Willie O’Ree breaking hockey’s colour barrier.
And generations of Canadians who stood up against injustice, opened doors and helped make this country better.
You’re the First Nations, Inuit and Métis peoples whose cultures, languages, knowledge and traditions have shaped these lands for thousands of years.
You’re Tanya Tagaq, Susan Aglukark, Kenojuak Ashevak and the countless Indigenous artists and storytellers whose voices continue to enrich this country.
You’re the powerful stories of the Wendigo, carried through generations of Algonquian-speaking peoples.
And you’re Sasquatch, who’s apparently still doing a remarkable job of avoiding a decent photograph.
You’re the Rocky Mountains rising above British Columbia and Alberta.
The endless prairie skies of Saskatchewan and Manitoba.
The lakes and forests of Ontario and Quebec.
The red soil and rolling hills of Prince Edward Island.
The rugged coastline of Newfoundland and Labrador.
The fishing villages, covered bridges and ocean breezes of New Brunswick and Nova Scotia.
You’re the northern lights dancing above Yukon, the Northwest Territories and Nunavut.
You’re the Atlantic crashing against the rocks, the Pacific stretching toward the horizon and the Arctic reminding us just how vast this country really is.
You’re canoeing across a still lake at sunrise, with nothing but the sound of a paddle dipping into the water.
You’re the haunting call of a loon across the lake.
The smell of pine trees after the rain.
The crunch of autumn leaves under your boots.
You’re cottage docks, swimming holes, fishing trips, portages and the sound of rain on a tent roof.
You’re campfires, s’mores, mosquito bites and someone insisting they know a shortcut back to the campsite.
You’re a marshmallow catching fire while three people shout conflicting instructions.
You’re Saturday mornings at the rink.
Skates drying by the door.
Frozen ponds, backyard hockey and road hockey games interrupted by someone yelling, “CAR!”
You’re snow days, snow forts, toboggan hills and the first warm afternoon in spring when everyone suddenly appears outside.
You’re poutine, butter tarts, Nanaimo bars, Montreal bagels, Halifax donairs and sirop d’érable poured generously over Sunday pancakes.
You’re maple trees turning brilliant red in October.
The first snowfall in November.
The last stubborn snowbank in April.
And the annual Canadian tradition of declaring winter officially over about six weeks too early.
You’re the neighbour who shovels your driveway without being asked.
The stranger who helps push your car out of a snowbank.
The person who holds the door for someone twenty feet away, leaving both of them in an awkward little race to be polite.
You’re communities that come together when someone loses a home, faces a tragedy or simply needs a hand.
You’re the people whose families have lived here for generations and those who arrived yesterday, carrying their hopes for a better life.
You’re English and French, Indigenous languages and hundreds of others spoken around kitchen tables across this enormous country.
You’re accents that change from one province to the next.
You’re kitchen parties, community rinks, summer festivals, farmers’ markets and neighbours gathering around a backyard fire.
You’re small towns where everybody knows everybody.
And big cities where people from every corner of the world have found a place to belong.
You’re not perfect, Canada.
There are painful chapters in your history, injustices that must be confronted and promises still waiting to be fulfilled.
We disagree. We argue. We complain about the weather, the government, the price of groceries and the Leafs.
But when something truly matters, we have an extraordinary capacity to come together.
We’ve given the world discoveries that saved lives.
Inventions that changed industries.
Music that moved generations.
Stories that travelled across oceans.
Athletes who inspired millions.
And ordinary people who accomplished extraordinary things.
Yet some of the best things about you aren’t famous at all.
They’re the little things.
A canoe on a quiet lake.
A familiar song on the radio.
The smell of a campfire.
A hockey game on a frozen pond.
Fresh snow falling beneath a streetlight.
A neighbour waving from across the street.
A loon calling somewhere in the distance.
The sound of laughter around a kitchen table.
The feeling of coming home.
Because that’s what you are, Canada.
Not just a country on a map.
Not just a flag, a border or a collection of provinces and territories.
You’re the memories we carry.
The stories we tell.
The people we love.
The places we miss when we’re away.
From coast to coast to coast, we’re different in a thousand ways.
And somehow, through all those differences, we share something that feels unmistakably like home.
So here’s to you, Canada.
Not because we’re better than anyone else.
Not because we’ve got everything figured out.
And certainly not because we’re perfect.
But because you’re ours.
Our landscapes. Our stories. Our laughter. Our memories.
Our home.
And sometimes, in a world that seems determined to remind us of everything that’s wrong, it’s worth remembering just how much there is to love.
With love, eh?
Canadians. 🍁
@SundaeDivine Cannell studios is Vancouver. Worked as a security guard on the night shift. Totally dead but I got to meet Johnny Depp and booker. Was in the jump street days. Had fun alone on the set of the accused
I'm going to repeat something I've said before - because I'm feeling it again:
When the final damage assessment is complete -- well into the future -- Trump's greatest crime will prove to be espionage - AND - it will be THE most catastrophic breach of national security in American history.
We will discover he passed secrets to Russia from Day 1 because he WAS compromised; and he did favors for the Saudis shortly after, purely for personal grift; and -- well, who knows what the %$#@& else.
His many Useful Idiocies will boggle the mind. And his America First gaslight will be remembered as it SHOULD be remembered: "He put Trump Before America, facilitated by millions of morons disguised as patriots."
His treachery, unquenchable cravings for greed and personal grandiosity and impulsive needs for power, legitimacy, revenge, and entitlement - will have massively impacted the globe, permanently shifted wealth, and cost many millions of lives.
I do have to add that a good deal of it - LOTS - would not have happened but for the broad media's persistent, consistent, and widespread normalization of his evident disorders.