Why do I read comments on news stories? Â They just make me crazy. Yet I’m drawn to them like an unlucky city slicker panning for gold. They’re almost as bad as comments about radio goings-on on the SOWNY or QUAD CITIES message boards. Â In both cases the lion’s share of those involved are people spouting off about things they know nothing about. Â …
A Brandt Randt – My Cup of Dumb Runneth Over Read More »
At the bottom of virtually every media release from police there is a paragraph where they act like the teacher who makes the whole class stay after school because one kid was chewing gum. Â …
Parroting the Police Read More »
I had to fill out a form in order to apply for an SOP – Special Occasions Permit. Â We need a liquor license for the upcoming bike show in Hamilton. …
Government Gobbledy-Gook Read More »
The occupation of London’s Victoria Park is over. Â This may not be news to you. Â It was covered nationally as city officials from across the country watched closely to see how the first forced eviction of an occupation would go. …
When the third wave of alerts about a York Region police officer came to my iPhone, before I opened them I looked at my phone and said out loud, “not dead, not dead, not dead.” …
I’ve previously confessed to following fascinating New York City crime trials. Sometimes the court case concerns a story I wasn’t familiar with but my current mild obsession involves a case I’ve been watching since it first hit the New York Post. …
Strange Case Indeed Read More »
An Amber Alert was issued yesterday morning for a missing 3-year old girl from Sault Ste. Marie. Since then the child has been found, safe, with her Mom, who turned herself in to authorities. …
It’s an ugly word: slut. There’s really only one word that’s worse to call a woman. And today scads of women are gathering in London’s Victoria Park to show their opposition to the word and the bigger meaning for which it was recently used. …
Misguided “Sluts” Read More »
I had just started down my street to go get my doggie pal Echo for a walk when some idiot kids in a passing vehicle tossed a full pop can at me, narrowly missing me, and spraying me with ginger ale. The can struck the sidewalk as I fixed my eyes on the speeding car (and heard the cackling from within) and repeated the license plate number out loud, over and over, until I could get my Blackberry out of its holster and write the number down. …