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WHEN SMALL GETS BIG.

I’ve always been struck by how our most inflammatory issues directly affect a tiny number of people.

Let’s take gender transition. Five years ago, StatsCan became the first government agency anywhere on earth to count the number of transgender people. It found 59,460 Canadians aged 15 and up, or 0.19% of our population, were trans. Yet op-ed pages and school board meetings can’t get enough of gender transition. Nor can Pete Hegseth, who’s drumming all of America’s transgender service people out of the military, while his boss simply utters the word “trans” and Trump’s MAGA base bays like wolves at his moon.

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INFECTED.

How many times have we been told not to click on a strange link or attachment? Because if we do, someone can hack our bank account, steal our identity, take over our phone, switch on its camera and microphone, read our messages and track us wherever we go.

Sadly, that advice is stale-dated.

Now, you’re reading the news on your phone. A banner ad for running shoes, a concert, a local restaurant or whatever slides into view. You barely notice it. You don’t need to tap it. But you, dear reader, are now infected.

Last week The Citizen Lab at the University of Toronto published “Exposing AdFection,” the first public proof that mercenary spyware can be delivered through an ordinary “Zero-Click” targeted ad.

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WHY HAVE ONE REGULATOR WHEN YOU CAN HAVE 13?

Most Canadians are stunned to learn that the biggest tariffs Canadians pay aren’t to the U.S., but to each other.

The IMF estimates that interprovincial trade barriers are equal to a national tariff of 9.5%. This is far higher than the Bank of Canada’s assumed U.S. tariff on Canadian goods of 5.8%.

In fact, across Canada, internal trade barriers artificially inflate the cost of everyday goods and services by 7.8% to 14.5%. If we were to dismantle these domestic bottlenecks Canada’s GDP would grow by $161 billion a year, putting $2,300 to $4,000 a year back into the pocket of every Canadian.

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HOMECOMING.

British historian Peter Frankopan said in Kardamyli last week that every rise in global temperature brings a rise in antisemitism. His confidence in connecting surprising things like this set my mind wandering about the connection between the sexual assaults at Cornell and the drunken homecoming weekend at the University of Guelph last month and in previous years at Queen’s University in Kingston.

Frankopan’s claim is, at best, true-ish. But it makes sense that large groups of college students getting drunk on weekends are a factor, if not the factor, in increased rapes on-campus. (While women victims often get blamed for getting drunk and causing their own rape, the actual blame rests entirely on men.)

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THE WORLD ACCORDING TO WHOM?

Since maps aren’t reality, but merely imitate reality, they are prone to all the slings and arrows of human error, ambition, greed and folly.

Recently, Donald Trump not only posted a map that showed the U.S. flag covering large parts of Canada, Greenland and Mexico, he renamed Lake Ontario “Lake America.” Apple was the first to tug its forelock, saying “only Americans” would see Lake America; all others would see Lake Ontario.

You can call this craven, bullying and even unhinged. I prefer to call it “high school.” But the real Pinocchio Award for map-making goes to Gerardus Mercator (1512-1594), the Flemish cosmographer and cartographer who created the world map in 1569 based on a new projection that made it more useful to sailors. But any three-dimensional object portrayed in two dimensions is bound to contain some biases and distortions. For example, Mercator’s exaggerates the size of countries near the poles and downplays those near the equator.

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A STREETCAR NAMED EXPIRE.

Last week at Bloor and Bay I saw a bedraggled man pick himself up off the sidewalk and nonchalantly jab a needle into his toes. I had to assume this was because the veins in his arms were so shot up that they didn’t work any more.

The sheer normalcy of this reminded me that Toronto is now a world-class city in something our child-like view of ourselves has a hard-time computing. All summer, I saw men sleeping across three seats in a subway car and women with everything they own in two plastic bags. They’re not only in the ravine behind the tennis club, and on the sidewalk outside Tim Hortons, their needles change hands as unselfconsciously as a Presto tap.

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WHERE WERE YOU…?

On November 22, 1963, when JFK was shot? (Me: at prep school in Port Hope. A student ran into the dining hall yelling: “Kennedy was shot! Kennedy was shot!” We thought it was a fellow student named “Kennedy”)…

On July 2, 1969, when Neil Armstrong landed on the moon? (Me: In Edmonton in a friend’s basement rumpus room.)

On October 16, 1970, when Pierre Trudeau invoked the War Measures Act saying “just watch me” during the FLQ Crisis? (Me: at university in the States, where it wasn’t so momentous.)

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WTF.

Last month I met a friend for a drink at the Writers Room atop the Park Hyatt.

It was 4 o’clock, early for a drink, and the bar was empty except for my friend who was sitting inside at a table. Beyond her and outside was the open-air rooftop terrace. It was a gorgeous day so I said: “Why don’t we sit outside?” She paused, and said a bit awkwardly, “No, let’s not.”

She then explained that when she came in five minutes earlier she had the same idea, until the maitre’d told her that sitting outside comes with a $50-per-person “commitment.” Or rather, a minimum spend of $50 each. In other words, our drink would cost us $100. Plus tax and tip, so $125. And I only drink Diet Coke.

That seemed a lot.

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SOMETIMES YOU’RE JUST WRONG.

And when you’re wrong with 6,000 people reading why you’re wrong, well, I’m gulping the gulp you gulp when all you can say is: “My arguments may have been wrong, but at least they were well put.”

I was wrong about expanding Billy Bishop Airport and letting jets take off and land there. I said it was a good idea. Lots of readers disagreed. The longer runway would have all kinds of knock-on effects that would change what’s wonderful about the waterfront. One of these readers, the indefatigable and relentless Anne Golden, threatened me with an invitation for coffee, which I attended and was well finger-wagged.

Anne was actually in despair. For her, the prospect of taking on Doug Ford’s government was Everestian. Everybody knows that the dice were loaded. Everybody knows that the fight was fixed. Everybody knows the good guys lost.

Until of course, they won.

Last Friday, after the polls showed Doug Ford sitting in the mid-20s in public opinion brought on by his fumbled effort to buy and sell a private jet, and his fumbled effort to rationalize his government’s efforts in fighting the forest fires raging in the North, Ottawa announced that it would not allow Billy Bishop to be expanded to accommodate jets.

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A PRECEDENT AS LOVELY AS A TREE.

This week, the Quebec town of Terrasse-Vaudreuil became the first government in Canada to recognize trees as living things with rights.

It is part of the Universal Declaration of the Rights of Trees, a global movement begun in Paris in 2018 to treat trees like people, with rights including “the right to life, to natural growth, to integrity and to regeneration.”

The town’s gesture of recognition is largely symbolic, but it sets the stage for tests in various courts in Canada around its legal validity. All to say, what used to be thought an absurd proposition by many will soon be treated seriously by the law.

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WHY WE TRAVEL.

In my earliest memory of traveling, I was 5 and my mom and dad drove us from Edmonton, where we lived, all the way south in our 1956 Chevy station wagon to Calgary. The station wagon’s main job was to deliver flowers for Walter Ramsay Florist, my dad’s flower shop.

Then we drove west to Banff on what’s now the Old Banff Highway. Along the way, we pulled over at an ‘Indian’ souvenir shop. I proudly wore my iconic Davy Crockett ‘coonskin cap’ with leather chaps.

It was thrilling. I’d never seen a mountain before, and the connection between Davy Crockett and the ‘Indians’ and me, between doing a thing and being a thing, turned me into an intrepid lifelong traveller.

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I AM NOT A ROBOT.

Joanna Stern writes about tech for The Wall Street Journal. She decided to spend a year using AI to do almost everything, and the result is a book, *I Am Not a Robot,*

We may vaguely recall a decade or more ago reading about a journalist who decided to live like a hermit for a week and order everything they needed online – food, toilet paper, clothes, banking, books, the works.

Back then, ordering stuff online was for early adopters. Hence, the news value of a story about someone who actually lived online. Now, of course, nearly all of us do our banking online, check in for our flight, order dinner in and, of course, drive from A to B.

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