"You showed a level of character that some people never achieve in their life. And you showed it when the entire country and a good part of the world is watching. I couldn't be prouder as a Canadian."
PM Carney's message to Canada men's national soccer team
The performers for the Obama Presidential Library opening on June 18 have been announced:
Stevie Wonder
John Legend
Jennifer Hudson
The Roots
Bruce Springsteen
Christina Aguilera
Marsai Martin
Common
U2’s Bono and The Edge
Eddie Vedder
Marc Anthony
Tems
We’ve reached peak Canadiana here at the March to the Match and arrived at Princes’ Gate near the stadium.
A man wearing a cowboy hat, fur coat, carrying a Tim Hortons whips everyone into a frenzy as they finish singing O Canada.
It’s 25 C and brilliantly sunny.
To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis:
Show us your laptop.
Show us your iCloud.
Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation.
You won’t.
You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out.
That is not who we are.
My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count.
For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame.
I no longer believe that.
Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us.
And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts.
That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena.
Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next.
Life does not determine our character. It reveals it.
Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next?
We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day.
So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop.
You won’t.
The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing.
That is the only definition that matters.
@aziz0nomics Meanwhile supporting a man who started a war no wanted to cover up what’s in the Epstein files is apparently cool with all of you. Self righteous hypocrites.
Hey Tim- go fuck yourself you sick and sad little vile man. Who harmed you so deeply that you feel it necessary to spew such hateful garbage. When does it stop. This irrational hatred- for people you’ve never met, simply because you don’t like the politics of their parents. Say whatever you want about me I can handle it. I’ve been dealing with douche bags like you for years. But leave President Obama’s children out of it. They are truly extraordinary people. That have more grace and intelligence than you could possibly imagine. Aim at me and leave innocent people out of your hateful mouth.
Hey MAGA,
Every day it’s: “Canada sucks.” “Stay in your lane.” “Your country is Communist.”
If you hate us so fucking much, why do you walk around with a raging hard-on to make us the 51st state?
Pick a fucking lane you bunch of dumbfuck cultists.
"BOOM! Former Canadian PM Jean Chretien just annihilated Trump and the media: 'Trump says he doesn’t need our electricity, but if he cuts it, he'll be walking up the stairs in a Trump Towers with candles!
He LOVES the spotlight, and the US media gives him plenty.' If he wants that kind of war, I’m not losing sleep over it. YIKES! This guy has more guts than every House Republican combined!