“I was paddling around the many online lexicons seeking some enlightenment on the verb ‘blindside.’”

Leaving many of those who often shared tables with Rose—like Tubby Black and the ol’ Pussy-Grabber-in-Chief himself—in a bit of a quandary
It is a chief glory of being “anti-Trump” that having adopted that position as a surrogate for thought, one is, by equally demented analogy, free to write and say the first ripe idiocy that springs to mind, however crude and misplaced…. Even the 20-million-a picture-boys, mainstays of the sexual cesspool of high Hollywood, “secret-sharers” of all its many depravities and predations, who for years… shared the table and god knows what else with Charlie Rose, are liberated to declaim against The Donald.
—T. Rex Murphy, National Post, June 29, 2018.

Hey, if you’d been able to work one of your tired rants about Madonna in here, you could have achieved a personal trifecta
It may now join the propositions of Euclid, as impregnable to rebuttal, that Donald Trump or any news that alludes to him, unhinges the minds of those who oppose him. Trump, in this respect, is like global warming. He is the universal key to every phenomenon. Any statement about Trump, so long as it is in any way condemnatory, dismissive, insulting or condescending, requires neither proof, consistency, logic or (and especially) decency. Just as enlisting in the grand cause of global warming invests the recruit with the immeasurable gifts of infallibility, moral superiority and boundless righteousness, so too does opposition, even to hatred, of Trump free the mind from all obligation to moderation, custom, or articulate argument.
—T. Rex Murphy, National Post, June 29, 2018.

For God’s sake, man, just get on with it!
I was paddling around the many online lexicons seeking some enlightenment on the verb “blindside.” One offered a rather odd illustration of its usage with the declaration that “you could blindside your family by suddenly announcing you’re moving to China.” Speak for your own family, Dictionary.com. I know lots of families where the parents or the offspring talk about nothing else. They love China. They watch full reruns of the Beijing Olympics twice a month. Play ping-pong all day. If one of them up and told the rest they were going to move to China, it’d be the most natural thing in the world. And why the hang-up with China? If a family member were to say he was going to move to Sweden, would that be “blindsiding?” Sweden’d be fine. Sweden’s OK. But China? I detect traces of despicable “orientalism” rearing its occidental head here.
—T. Rex Murphy, National Post, July 13, 2018.

Well, there was that time Jacques Parizeau had to be extracted from his wine cellar, having survived for hours on a middling Bordeaux
As the world anxiously follows the painstaking rescue operation of the 12 boys and their soccer coach stranded in a flooded cave network in northern Thailand, some may be wondering whether something like that could ever happen here.
—Michelle Lalonde, Montreal Gazette, July 10, 2018.

My Own Private Idaho Baked Potato with Sour Cream and Bacon Bits
Van Sant’s films still generate interest among those interested in American independent cinema’s past and present. A new Van Sant movie is always a minor event, like a visit to one’s favourite pseudo-upscale chain restaurant, Red Lobster or the Keg. And his latest is no exception.
—John Semley, Globe and Mail, July 19, 2018.

At long last, a method for adults to communicate their wishes to other adults
Yoga classes typically see teachers giving hands-on assists or adjustments to students on the fly, but not everyone wants such treatment and some Canadian studios are now using so-called consent cards to remedy the situation. Studios distribute the cards, which are either made in-house or bought online, at the start of a yoga class with wording such as “yes” on one side and “no” on the other. Throughout the class, students can flip their card to whichever side they prefer so the teacher knows whether that person wants any physical assistance.
—Victoria Ahearn, Globe And Mail, July 4, 2018.

Oh, fuck off
When it comes to summer vacation, there’s no such thing as wasted days. Doing nothing is good for you, but it’s time we relearned how to do nothing properly…. Leisure is maligned, misunderstood and thorniest of all in an era of constant accessibility to pings and prompts. So, how do we shed the Pavlovian response and be away, so that we can come back refreshed? Herewith, a guide…
—Nathalie Atkinson, Globe and Mail, June 30, 2018.

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4 comments on ““I was paddling around the many online lexicons seeking some enlightenment on the verb ‘blindside.’”
  1. OJM says:

    T. Rex’s insufferable columns go on and on…it’s plain he’s being paid by the turd.

  2. Patrick60 says:

    Why set up facebook sites when the right can penetrate existing mainstream media outlets?

  3. Nete Peedham says:

    Rex Murphy…a perfect fit to play “The Old Mess” in Robertson Davies’ “Leaven of Malice”. All he needs to do is to title his next bit of drool, “Whither the Toothpick?”

  4. gormab says:

    Apparently Rex has kept his mind blissfully free of any knowledge of the game of football, in which QBs who get repeatedly hit on their blindside end up without functioning knees.

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