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Six doses of reality before a break

“I know what happens, you know, they pick up another buddy, two or three, they go out, go golfing,” said Doug Ford in the press conference announcing that Ontario’s stay-at-home order is extended until June 2. “And there’s nothing wrong with golfing, the problem is and then after golf they go back, they have a few pops. That’s the problem.”

Let’s not go anywhere at all

Toronto has now cancelled all major events through the Labour Day weekend, leading the Canadian National Exhibition to sound the alarm about its uncertain future, with lost revenues estimated at $70 million. Last year’s cancellation led the mayor to speak of an “opportunity to reimagine” the concept of dedicating downtown land to an 18-day fair.

The AstraZeneca fiasco is the latest example of the Gen X curse.” Douglas Coupland wrote for the Globe and Mail to elaborate on an incensed comment he left on an article: “This whole thing is starting to feel like it’s being run by Grade 11 students doing a science project.” (Generation X’s author has also recently been getting into NFTs.)

The capital’s best newsmaker

Ottawa Senators owner Eugene Melnyk continues to provide a fantastic foundry of content. This past year, he got the Ottawa Sun to apologize for mischaracterizing his charity, then he argued for the return of fans in stands. In between, Melnyk chartered a $500,000-a-week superyacht in the Bahamas, and this article is a journey:

Steven Guilbeault is telling newspapers he needs more time to figure out how to get them bucks from Facebook and Google. The heritage minister told the Toronto Star editorial board that officials in his department “are finding my enthusiasm a bit difficult to follow.” Along with that, they’ve been busy with all of the Bill C-10 business.

Finally, life after Gord Downie

The Tragically Hip will return to life, with Leslie Feist set to fill the singing role, when the band appears on the 50th anniversary Junos broadcast, during which they’ll also accept its humanitarian award. The business of the Hip also expanded to a Road Apples cider, among other signs of aftertimes: