The Tupper Society supports carving Mount Robson into a “Canadian Mount Rushmore” featuring Tupper, Macdonald, Diefenbaker, and Harper; building the Tupper-Diefenbaker Railway from Thunder Bay to Churchill; and creating the Sir Charles Tupper Canal through the Chignecto Isthmus.
The Tupper Society has declined the Society for Gentlemen’s Societies’ Sapid Award, since we prefer the more linguistically pure “sipid” and view the award as base insipidity.
We were wondering whether this sculpture offends a certain type of woman who objects to a bared breast but would defend a woman’s right to go topless.
The details have faded after 50 years, but it must’ve made an impression because we read these twice before leaving high school. And there was no reason to read them, as the name was unknown to us.
The Sir Charles Tupper Society retweeted
Proud to announce that my first fortnightly column on literature has appeared at @TheHubCanada :
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The New Conservative Dada Revolution proclaims: Up with the old bourgeois conventions! Down with revolutions! (After ours, of course.) Scruton le Roi, we proclaim you leader! (Pending a Rights of the Deceased review.)
Do we want our lawyer to offer pro bono representation to AI? Hell, no. We know who’s going to pay for that.
Asking ChatGPT, “Is there an intersection between the rights of the dead and AI welfare rights?” instantly produces a 650-word reply with references and links.
We hear of kids who can barely read entering university—maybe there’ll be others who begin their philosophy classes with an astonishing level of knowledge.
We’re doing pretty good , indeed, if you compare us to Alan Ginsberg at the same age.
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We’re no match for A.I. Schillebeeckx. Doubt we’ll fare much better against A. I. Kung. We’d make a bad Pope.
The Thunder Bay Aquarium is a popular spot for family outings. The variety of species on display is limited, but visitors may purchase any animal that catches their fancy.
Delightful half-hour at Value Village today. The last time we felt such a frisson of discovery, it involved early-1970s issues of Playboy magazine.















