I'm trying to imagine a life without duct tape. It's too terrible to contemplate.

Recently I haven't been as proud as I used to be of being Canadian as I was. Then I see the mess to the south and all's good.

Feeling powerless and not acting is like being hungry and choosing not to eat.

When did politicians move from visions to issues? When did they go from being leaders to managers?

Why is it that so often the people who claim they will sacrifice their lives for their country aren't willing to sacrifice a single extra dollar in taxes?

But just now, he'd gotten on his knees and proposed marriage, like in a television commercial for a diamond ring. Except of course they had the roll of duct tape instead, which, when you came to think about it, was a far more practical item. Such a bad mistake it would be, to embark on marriage and adult life without a nice supply of duct tape.