It also has a trampoline. I'm doing “kneesies-sitsies-upsees,” a trampoline routine I learned as a child, when I try to pull Eduardo up on the trampoline with me.

She and Barber once stopped a developer from chainsawing mature trees on Mississauga Rd. by standing in front of them.

One of their political weapons is cancel culture, driving people from their jobs, shaming dissenters, and demanding total submission from anyone who disagrees.

Their prosperity appeared to prove that honesty after all was not the best policy. What should I do then? How should I begin the jesuitical business of committing evil that good, personal good, might come of it?