Fur-Trader and City-Slicker Frolic in the Woods
When I was a child, my love of the outdoors knew no bounds. This wasn’t always an easy feat givenContinue Reading
Author: edmund k. saunders
A consummate intellectual wanderer; lacking a destination, a timeline, or plan to help guide the journey.
Canadian Racism On Trial
Because I’m a black man who isn’t living under a rock I’ve been forced to think a lot about racism lately.
Black Lives Matter Commentary & Criticism Culture Current Affairs Police Brutality Politics Race Racial Justice
American Justice, in Black and White
I want white, law-abiding Americans to imagine what it feels like to be a black man; to worry that, asContinue Reading
Blackberry Burn Unit
I want to shove everyone’s blackberry up their arse. I have resisted calls to advance to the management ranks owingContinue Reading
There is Some Sh*t I Will Not Eat
A morning radio host where I live was terminated after posting videos caricaturing people who live in a particular neighbourhoodContinue Reading
Thanks a Lot Mom, I’m Chubby Again
My partner would be the first to admit she’s no fan of the gym. Luckily this isn’t a problem forContinue Reading
The Coffee Sucks, Don’t Let Them Tell You Otherwise
I slumped in line at Starbucks during my morning coffee break, desperate for my ritual fix of caffeine needed toContinue Reading
Commentary & Criticism Culture Current Affairs Family Gender Humor Humour Lifestyle Male Psychology Musings Psychology Satire
My Hugh Jackman Man-Crush
A guy has to respect when his eyes behold a tall, well-built, talented, and maddeningly handsome man who also seems genuine and is not a total asshole.
Commentary & Criticism Culture Current Affairs Humour Political Correctness Race Satire Spirituality
Ho! Ho! Hold Your “Holiday Cups”!
It’s that time of year again. Christmas. I’ve never been keen on the consumerist, golden-calf worship that typifies much ofContinue Reading
Bu-Bye Harper, From a Beleaguered Civil Servant
Ousted PM Harper and a couple of big-headed, small-minded minions from the PMO trailing behind. Canadians from all corners ofContinue Reading
Words Fly Up, Thoughts Remain Below
I am slightly embarrassed to admit this, but I entered into university studies not with lofty aims to “get educated”Continue Reading
So Sick of the Sausage Factory
Woe is humanity, suffering the legions of uber-douche bags crushing their spirits. I refer to this potent variety of toxicContinue Reading
Oh, Sweet Kryptonite
It is a constant struggle to maintain focus at my white collar office job that is, more often than not,Continue Reading
Don’t Let Them Turn Your Spirit To Ashes
Despite my struggle to exercise ideological forbearance in his life, my son sees certain things critically in his own right. I am relieved; he’s already destined not to be a cultural dupe, but has his own mind as to why he’s unconvinced, a doubt that is more rooted in inquisitiveness than stridency. It makes me beam with pride.
In Search of Lost Time For Proust
For a long time, I went to bed late, and woke up early in the morning. I subsisted on fiveContinue Reading
