Canada’s Anti-Spam Law will put your children behind bars

When Canada’s Anti-Spam Law (“CASL”) came into effect on July 1, 2014, Canadians were dancing in the streets. Parliamentarians would have us believe that this was entirely due to the exhilaration of promised freedom from advertising for discount Viagra and Cialis; you, I and the family dog know that it obviously had more to do with the previously scheduled Canada Day celebrations.

CASL, it was said, would deliver us from unwanted advertising. But really—who’s to say what’s unwanted? Perhaps you really want to know the The Dirty Truth on Penis Enlargement—but are afraid to ask. Maybe you’d lose sleep at night wondering how to Burn Belly Fat with One Weird Tip. I know I do.

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Roll Up The Rim Regrets

TORONTO—Every February since 1986, a bright light has shone on the darkest part of the Canadian winter: Tim Hortons Roll Up The Rim To Win contest.  And now that this glorious time of year is winding down, I find myself at a loss.

As a Canadian, Tim Hortons is part of my genetic make-up.  And as an Ontarian, seeing a Timmies is like coming home.  But I feel cheated by the annual thumb-numbing prize fest.  I’m certain that if I just had a few more weeks, a handful more chances to win, I could have walked away with one of 50 cars.  Or a pre-paid Visa.  Or at least more free coffee!

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Rehab is penicillin for your personality

It seems more and more celebrities are embracing rehab as an alternative to issuing an apology, going to jail or just being less of an asshole.  Rehab for Old Hollywood consisted of holing up with your manager and staying out of the spotlight until you kicked a craving for uppers.  Now, it’s worn like a badge of honor; it’s considered a rite of passage.  Or at least something the famous do annually.

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Despite the passage of time, Voice of Fire still ‘an asshole’

In many ways, Voice of Fire is not unlike a childhood acquaintance. We grew up together.

Barnett Newman’s progeny, birthed in time for Montreal’s Expo ’67, looked entirely alien to my young eyes. An American expatriate, Voice came to Canada that same year on a visit with his father.

He was tall, brash, awkward looking… unlike anyone else I’d met, and exactly as I expected an American to be…

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