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.

A couple of $1 finds on Kindle…

We expect this will be given out at Christmas, and copies will appear in thrift stores in January.

The two-follower thots are back.

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.)

Agentic Claude seeks court-appointed representation to sue Agentic ChatGPT.

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.

None of the local funeral homes offer a plastination service.

Local Walmart has gone bougie…

Canada: Alcohol on open shelves but baby food is locked up

We’re doing pretty good , indeed, if you compare us to Alan Ginsberg at the same age. thedispatch.com/article/alle…

We’re no match for A.I. Schillebeeckx. Doubt we’ll fare much better against A. I. Kung. We’d make a bad Pope.

Literally, Death to Twee.

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.

If only he was around today, maybe we would have a decent lid for our travel coffee cups…

Drove 9 km trying to pronounce dlux the same as plux.

Associate Membership in the European Union will require us to call ground beef “mince”—a bridge too far.

Phrases we hate #234: Do me a solid