@CP24 This guy who lost his own seat last election has nothing to say that I want to hear. Until the conservative party gets a proper leader they deserve to be ignored.
@PierrePoilievre
🚨 HOLY SH*T: America LOST 23,000 jobs today. Canada added 75,000.
Bloomberg's founder just admitted Carney's Canada is outperforming THE ENTIRE PLANET while Trump fires anyone who counts honestly.
They wanted a 51st state. They got a masterclass. 🇨🇦
Full breakdown 👇
https://t.co/GtOEcVjLq3
“Canada since Mark Carney became Prime Minister in March, 2025, has outperformed everyone in America, the Eurozone and anywhere else in the world.” - Bloomberg Editor-In Chief, Matt Winkler
@moose4774@roulinski Where’s this coming from? You don’t agree with a comic I posted and you’re calling me names? I’ve voted all over the political spectrum in my lifetime. I’ll vote for whoever I decide is the best person for the job and I’m sure you’ll do the same. That’s how democracy works.
The Russo Brothers has shared artwork to celebrate ‘SPIDER-MAN: BRAND NEW DAY’ becoming the biggest domestic opening weekend of all time.
Passing ‘AVENGERS: ENDGAME’.
FUN FACT: Mitch McConnell has been on paid medical leave for 51 days now. That's over 7 weeks.
This is a week longer than the 6 weeks of maternity leave that women in the US are not guaranteed after giving birth.
Cortisol = Insulin resistant.
If I wanted to reverse insulin resistance without medication, these are the 8 things I would do every day to fix it:
1. Don't eat breakfast.
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Seventy-two. That is how many separate wounds John Cruickshank had in him, two of them through his lungs, while he lined up a burning flying boat for a second run at a U-boat that had just shot his aircraft to pieces. Most men have one of those wounds and they are finished. He had seventy-two and he pressed the attack.
He was 24, a former bank clerk from Aberdeen, flying a Catalina flying boat out of the Shetland Islands with Coastal Command. The job was the long, freezing, mind-numbing patrol, fourteen hours over the grey Atlantic hunting the U-boats that were strangling Britain. On the 17th of July 1944, far out over empty water, they caught one on the surface, U-361, and Cruickshank took the big slow flying boat down to attack.
The first run failed. The depth charges would not release. Any sane man makes a note and turns for home. Cruickshank swung the aircraft around and came back for a second pass, low and straight, and this time the submarine's gunners were waiting. Flak ripped through the Catalina. It killed the navigator, wounded half the crew, and tore into Cruickshank again and again, those seventy-two wounds, two punching into his lungs, ten into his legs.
And he flew the attack home anyway. Bleeding everywhere, in agony, with the fuselage holed and on fire, he held the aircraft dead level, aimed, and released the depth charges himself. They straddled the U-boat perfectly. It broke apart and sank beneath him.
Then came the part that should have killed him. He collapsed from blood loss, and the wounded co-pilot, who had never landed a Catalina, took the controls for the long flight back. Cruickshank refused the morphine that would have knocked him out, because he knew the man flying needed him. Drifting in and out, he had himself carried back up to the cockpit again and again through the night to help nurse the shot-up aircraft down, and at dawn they got it onto the water safely. He had lost so much blood the doctors said he had no business being alive.
He lived. He took the Victoria Cross from the King, went quietly back to banking after the war, and rarely spoke of it. And he kept on living, and living, and living. John Cruickshank died in 2025 at the age of 105, the last man on earth wearing a Victoria Cross earned in the Second World War. Seventy-two wounds over the Atlantic, and he outlasted every other hero of that war by decades.