Started the day with a quick glance of The Herald, The Globe and Mail and morning television. What's with the fact that all coverage of The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge's visit to B.C. is about natives? What about the rest of that province's population? OK, there was a wee tea party for a few soldiers and their families the other day, but apart from that it's all-natives-all-the-time.
Complete poppycock. And never mind a simple, light snub. No, Phillip Stewart, grand chief of the union of B.C. Indian Chiefs, delivered a veritable hard slap in the face of The Royals by publically refusing to attend an official ceremony to add a ring of reconciliation to The Rod in the legislature. Sadly, Stewart didn't even have the grace or guts to show up to deliver the slap in person. He sent a lackey to the ceremony to convey it for him.
What a non-class act from a guy who regularly receives millions from The Crown via the federal government. I would hope every responsible and informed Native Canadian agrees this was a very poor show indeed.
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Went to the pool late this morning -- thanks to a little late-night binge-watching of season five of 'Longmire' -- and what a scene in the locker room when I showed up! All the ladies I regularly swim with hooted, "Nancy, boy you're late today! What happened?!" They all know exactly when one normally shows up and one is quizzed if off by even 15 minutes.
There they were -- Gail, Wendy, Lorraine, Sharon, Noella and Radana -- all assailing me for my tardiness. The only one missing was you, Alma! Heck, it was only 9 a.m., not exactly "the crack of noon", as my charmingly-amusing and funny step-son says about late sleepers. But that's very late for this bunch. Nevertheless, it is a privilege to take sh-t from these remarkable women.
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Well, back to Longmire.
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