On Surveying the Damage, Re-Writing History and Cheap Booze on the Beach

“Because it’s easier to change the drapes”: Sir John A. doesn’t need a school to be remembered. He lives on in Indigenous pain. History is political.

Indigenous people are tired of seeing our politics knocked off track by these flavour-of-the-month intrusions by non-natives. Far from decolonizing the public schools, the ETFO motion is an example of Ontario’s teachers colonizing the public debate over Indigenous policy.

And yet, de-colonizing history appears to be white people’s work. Via Maclean’s: Rewriting history? That’s how history is written in the first place.

This debate has been a long time coming. We should have had it in earnest a long time ago, given changes to the makeup of Canadian society and the longstanding injustices that remain woefully and shamefully under-addressed or unaddressed entirely, especially our relationship with Indigenous peoples. But the debate thus far hasn’t sufficiently acknowledged one crucial consideration: revisiting our history—reassessing it and how we think about it—is central not only to correcting the record in some cases, but also to moving forward as a country. History is not a static moment or series of moments; history is an ongoing project that connects past generations to the present, and it is built by human beings who make choices about what we admit to, what we ignore, what we celebrate, and what we condemn.

If we want to tear down monuments to racism, we should start with prisons. Also: Forget statues — this artist is confronting historic figures on our money. And just a reminder: Gassy Jack married a 12 year old native girl.


But let’s protest (and report on) what is really important: Beer on the Beach: Vancouverites plan to protest liquor laws by drinking at English Bay. “We are not talking about allowing copious amounts of cheap booze to be consumed on the beach, creating chaos and an atmosphere that would destroy the enjoyment of that beach for families and others in the area”. This person has clearly never been to a Celebration of Light Stab Night. I do agree, however, that this is necessary to counteract our juvenile relationship with public drinking.

We all scream: Earnest Ice Cream issues formal apology for partnering with ride-hailing app Uber. Claiming you are woke but not knowing that Uber is a terrible company is uber naive, but at least it was an earnest apology. Hopefully I satisfied this guy:

Here is another take:

Bob inadvertently has a point. There is no ethical consumption under capitalism…

Please go fishing, Washington state says after farmed Atlantic salmon escape broken net. Yeah, I mean…it’s not like anyone saw this coming, like fucking decades ago.

It’s not like First Nations just held a rally in Victoria:

A reminder: Farms in B.C. netted $4.1 million in compensation for diseased fish.

Meet the Creature from Lost Lagoon: Large ‘blob’ colony found in Stanley Park. Turns out it’s just a massive SCOBY that is turning the lagoon into delicious and healthy kombucha.

Bonus: Houston Residents Begin Surveying Damage Of 200 Years Of Unchecked Worldwide Industrialization.

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  1. I don’t always agree with Sean’s biting wit but damn this week’s one is good.

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