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📚 Everyone thought Joe Fitzbickel was a loser.
But they were wrong.
My illustrated crime story, The Loser, is now available on Amazon!
By D.C. Barker
amazon.ca/dp/B0HQ548R9Q
#TheLoser #Kindle
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Against all odds, Blue Bombers threw a fright into the heavily favoured Alouettes, and only a Wpg turnover late, deep in Mtl territory with the Als up 26-23 prevented the possible upset. 2 Wpg T.overs, Mtl 0 turnovers. Als 33 Wpg 23. Bombers went down swinging. All you can ask
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🇵🇸 “I saw men crying bitterly. Men I had never seen cry when they lost their children or when their homes were destroyed. Today, I saw them crying… We spoke to families who told us they had spent the entire night carrying their children in their arms after floodwater covered the floors of their tents and soaked their mattresses. They couldn’t find a single dry place to put their children. They couldn’t even give them a few hours of sleep.”
I admit that I completely broke down today. I cried uncontrollably. I couldn’t hold myself together after witnessing what I saw with my own eyes.
Today, we went to film a journalistic report inside the displacement tents along the seashore. I swear, what we witnessed was beyond what any human being should have to endure.
I saw men crying bitterly. Men I had never seen cry when they lost their children or when their homes were destroyed. Today, I saw them crying because they were powerless to do the simplest thing: protect their children from the water and the cold.
We spoke to families who told us they had spent the entire night carrying their children in their arms after floodwater covered the floors of their tents and soaked their mattresses. They couldn’t find a single dry place to put their children. They couldn’t even give them a few hours of sleep.
I saw children no older than five, without proper clothes to protect them from the cold, without heating, and without a dry place to sleep. Children shivering inside tents that cannot keep out the rain, protect them from the wind, or provide even the most basic sense of safety.
What more must happen for this world to act? How much more suffering must people endure before someone remembers that they are human beings?
I am sick of this world. I am sick of its hypocrisy and empty slogans. To hell with a world that talks endlessly about human rights while leaving children to drown inside their tents. To hell with everyone who has witnessed this suffering and chosen silence, and to hell with the governments and institutions that have the power to act but continue to turn their backs on us.
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All 18 US Intelligence Agencies told Donald Trump that Iran did not have a nuclear weapons program.
•@grok• TRUE or FALSE
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Carney hands CRA building security contract to US company after Commissionaires, a non-profit association of Canadian vets, bids $80,000 more on the $12M contract
Knowing the price of everything and the value of nothing …
ctvnews.ca/politics/article/…
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Hey @Grok, concise, no spin.
Which COUNTRY approved $2 BILLION in funding to HAMAS while also publicly declaring it a terrorist organization?
COUNTRY NAME ONLY.
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That time Al Bundy stepped on a teammate laid out at the plate, pointed to the outfield, then swung and sent the whole bench into a frenzy 😂
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After you shower and moisturize, you don't put your dirty underwear back on, do you?
This post is about Hakeem Jeffries and Chuck Schumar.
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Nine people in ten would point at the steak on the right and call it the healthy one, and I have run out of patience with every single one of them.
The one on the right is a ribeye with the ribeye taken out. The one on the left is the animal as it was built, a cap of fat round the edge thick enough to earn the word, a seam of it between the muscles, marbling through the eye so dense it looks like frost. Fifty years ago the butcher would have charged you more for the one on the left and apologised for the one on the right.
Now the trimmed one is premium and the real one is a guilty pleasure, and the country that fell for that is the country with the diabetes clinic.
The fat is the food. A, D, E and K2 live in it and nowhere else on the plate. The flavour lives in it, which is why the right one needs a jus and the left one needs a knife. The fullness lives in it, which is why the right one has you at the fridge by nine and the left one has you forgetting breakfast. The fuel lives in it. The red is the packaging, and you have been taught to buy the packaging and tip the contents away.
And this fat, out of every fat on the counter, is the one that cannot hurt you. The cow's rumen saturated it before it reached her. It sits solid and white on the board, it does not go rancid in the pan the way the bottle of sunflower oil does, and it is the fat your great-grandmother fried everything in while heart disease was still a rarity you wrote up in a journal.
So who convinced you otherwise. A margarine firm with a heart on the lid, a 1977 guideline written by a man who never ran a trial, and forty years of magazine covers, every one of them paid by somebody with a bottle to sell. They could not sell you the fat on the left, because it comes free with the cow. So they taught you to fear it and sold you the substitute.
Half a century on, the lean one costs more, tastes of less, leaves you hungry, and gets called healthy by people who have never once asked what the fat was for.
The one on the left. Eat the edge first. Stop apologising for being right.
