John Roscoe

The red phone rings in the Darlington Nuclear Generating Station Control Room; the watch supervisor grimly picks up the receiver.
"Understood, Mr. Prime Minister."
She unlocks a recessed toggle, switches it from Medical Isotope to Weapons Grade Plutonium. The reactor's hum deepens, churns ominously.

Well, no matter what happens on the other side of the globe, American farmers can always count on plentiful, cheap, easily-transported Canadian fertilizer-powering potash expo-o-oh dear me, perhaps I spoke too soon.

"Your honour, be reasonable: my client simply *can't* pay back the money he stole on account of he already spent it!"

"Bailiff, strip this idiot naked, seize his assets and garnish his wages until such time as he sees fit to pay what he owes [gavel bang]."

I also cited the source in the alt for the original text-image:
www.errolmorris.com/film/fow_tra...

Like so many aspects of the future, WWIII is already here but it is distributed unevenly.

a brown and white cat is laying down on the floor Alt: a brown and white cat is laying down on the floor and turns upside down.

BUY CANADIAN
(a poem)

If you see it on the shelf
do not buy it for yourself.
Help the next shopper who comes around:
just put that crap back *upside down.*

If *your own military* visualizes their conflict in terms of blockbuster action flicks and comic book catch phrases drawn from the last twenty years of popular entertainment, what chance have they of understanding a foe which conquered a Pharoah 500 years before Christ was born?

"Mr. McNamara, You must never have read a history book. If you'd had, you'd know we weren't pawns of the Chinese or the Russians. McNamara, didn't you know that? Don't you understand that we have been fighting the Chinese for 1000 years? We were fighting for our independence. And we would fight to the last man. And we were determined to do so. And no amount of bombing, no amount of U.S. pressure would ever have stopped us." https://www.errolmorris.com/film/fow_transcript.html

In his memoir, The Fog of War, Robert McNamara recounts meeting with the N. Vietnamese ex-Foreign Minister long after the US withdrawal in 1973. He asks Mr. Thach why the Vietnamese didn't surrender — surely, they must have known their adversary was wealthier and better armed.

Thach replies....

"This is a test of human psychology and the capacity for reasoned compassion. The button on the desk before you *will,* if pressed, cause immediate physical harm to a person whom you-"
[presses button]

"B-but I thought," whispered the Ontarian waiting hours or days to see an emergency doctor, "it was the *federal* government that spent all our health money making beer & wine coolers more available!"

No, my poor hapless unvoting neighbour, it is not.
Some provinces are better governed than others.

I get they're sore about pipelines or equalization or whatever, but what the heck did that tree do to anybody that it deserved a flagpole screwed into it?

Sign of a sick mind, that.

a close up of a man 's face with the words maybe i like the misery above him Alt: a close up of mrs. doyle's face with the words maybe i like the misery above

Sure — he was *electable,* but the party itself rejected him; they didn't feel represented by him. He may have been Conservative in the classical sense, but was not in the modern sense.

Today, that party would prefer sticking to their phobias and psychoses to holding power. Seems miserable, but...

stock photo feminine hygiene shelf at corner store.

Shield of Americas is something your wife asks you to pick up on your way home from work and you do it because menstruation is a fact of human physiology and you're not a goddamn child.

I'm *beginning* to think that this whole healthcare thing, although funded federally, is *actually* administered provincially.

Crazy, sure, but how else do you explain how some provinces get doctors while others [coughontariocough] get converted ice cream trucks trawling the suburbs to sell beer?

But boy oh gosh, you should see him when there's a whole bunch of people nearby ready to hold him back.

This is like swapping out that penny you jammed into the fuse box with a nickel because it's worth *five times* as much.

I got that "now I *gotta* get a whiff" compulsion that comes from seeing somebody else run past pinching their nose shut.

C'mon, send me my "membership approved" email, Gander!

It's "federated" like Mastodon; these public are feeds are equidistant from each other, but individually customizable.

Makes me wonder what all the slow-roll "beta" testing is about; this ain't like rocket surgery or sump't'n.

"Are you... erm, ready for your cocoa, Mr. Poilievre? Sir?"
[muffled sobbing]
"I'll just leave it by the door here and you can have at it when you're feeling better, shall I?"

DOWNSTAIRS STORNOWAY

"Oh dear me."
"What's the matter, Mr. Hudson?"
"The Master's polling very badly, Mrs. Bridges; he's resorted to respecting Mr. Carney."
[ding-ga-ding]
"That'll be him wanting his hot cocoa, Mrs. Bridges."
"What 'ee *needs* is a hot frothy mug of security clearance, Mr. Hudson."

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Got my invite, but I'm not getting their "confirm your email address" email, so I guess I'll wait until that gets ironed out.

Meanwhile, I've signed up for Canadian-made Hey.cafe. Seems pretty good so far; less like Twitter/bluesky and more like facebook.

[burning clutch aroma]

GREAT MOMENTS IN FAILED CANADIAN POLITICIANS ABROAD

"Andrew old bean! How are you?"
"Fine, fine. Lost the election though. You?"
"Bit of a sticky wicket; had to resign."
"Oh? Why?"
"Lied about a party."
"I was caught padding expenses — but I kept my MP gig."
"How much?"
"$900,000"
"Bloody hell!"

"Danger Bay? What the hell is-"
"Pssh, Relic!"
"Don't 'shush' me, Adonidas. This is Canada: we *value* quality coastal aquatic adventure fiction here! That show can't hold a candle to-"
"Now, Relic. They didn't make it for you; the young folks like it."
"It sucks, Nick."
"[sigh] Thank you, Jessie."

Stock photo older gent in golf attire on a golf green

"These polls can't be right. Why, absolutely *everybody* in the club tells me the *exact* opposite."

Vlad The Impaler tells stake sharpeners they need 'PR help' after backlash over impalings.

I knew he was bound for greatness when he quit his MPP gig.

Meanwhile...

Aunt Fritzi looks mad.