For those who think the #metoo movement over-reached a tad in making a 36-year-old unsubstantiated sexual assault claim the basis for rejecting a candidate for the U,S. Supreme Court: Hold my beer.

Call it American Gothic 2019. On Tuesday, 72-year-old president Donald Trump addressed the nation from the White House. He was followed by 78-year-old Nancy Pelosi, Speaker of the House, and 68-year-old Senate Minority Leader Chuck Schumer delivering a rebuttal. 

George Bernard Shaw famously noted that Britain and America were two nations “separated by a common language”.

Their respective fates have dominated 2018. In the year-end lists now emerging, two names dominate the news of their respective nations. Justin Trudeau and Donald Trump.

As General Michael Flynn’s case reaches its resolution, the ongoing project of Trump Derangement Syndrome has shifted from Russia paranoia to process crimes based on the president’s lewd lifestyle.

Perhaps the most risible notion from Prime Minister Justin Trudeau’s grotesque GoFundMe rescue of traditional media is the suggestion that he’s paying the journalists to keep them in line with his Liberal policies.

The T-shirt summed up the philosophy of the woman wearing it at Costco: Strong Is The New Sexy. 

Though data clearly demonstrate that the rainfall and heat statistics in southern California are well within predictable and historical norms for arid Southern California, Jerry Brown continues to attribute his state’s disasters to a failure of people like President Trump to heed his ever-more-frantic claims.

He’d taken the left's best shots and was still standing, leaving them just the cold comfort of a possible Hail Mary from Robert Mueller’s special-counsel report. Just before their star candidates are consumed by bids for the Democrat 2020 nomination to fight Trump. 

The 20th anniversary of The National Post was a bittersweet event for anyone who loves journalism. On the one hand there was an outpouring of nostalgia for a singular moment in Canadian journalism.

In case you missed the memo, please turn your Twitter Madness Metre ® to Khashoggi. Yes, the all-consuming bonfire of the inanities this week is the brutal murder of Washington Post scribbler Jamal Khashoggi by what appears to be a Saudi hit squad in the nation’s embassy in Turkey.

For a nation that fetishizes fake virtue, Canada’s rollout of legalized marijuana on Wednesday might have been the Parnassus of self absorption. The blanket coverage by the domestic press of the first stores opening suggested something akin to a PCP D-Day in its scope and gravity.

When it comes to guarding its self-interest, Quebec is the maestro in Canada’s orchestra. For much of the time since the 1995 Referendum barely failed, the province has played a passive/ aggressive symphony.

These have to be nervous times for staff at Rogers Sportsnet as longtime executive Scott Moore skedaddled this week. Moore, Sportsnet’s president, announced his departure just as the NHL season got going. And it’s clear that Rogers’ 12-year deal with the NHL, valued at $5.2 billion, is likely a significant reason he’s pulling up stakes.

Barack Obama must be so proud. The cultural mosh pit POTUS 44 set in motion when elected in 2008 has persevered despite the election of Donald Trump, his arch-nemesis, over Barry’s presumed heir, Hillary Clinton.

Perhaps you remember the 2005 documentary film The Aristocrats? In it, comedians tell their versions of a vile joke about the entertainment biz. The permutations of the joke are endless, and each is more depraved than the last.

The irony is rich. Former president Barack Obama has decided the situation in America is so grave (translation: his friends aren’t in charge) that he must go public about the secretive, clandestine Donald Trump presidency.

There was much noisy theatre at the commencement of the Brett Kavanaugh Supreme Court confirmation hearings before the U.S. Senate. Women in Handmaids Tale garb. Shouting protesters. A Parkland shooting victim’s father mysteriously approaching the candidate out of the blue.

At best, Donald Trump has a postal-code standard when it comes to the truth. If he feels he’s in the neighbourhood of a fact, that’s usually good enough for the Bombastic One.