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The Line
One of the most infamous Conservative MPs was kicked out of that party's caucus this week. Derek Sloan, perhaps best known for insinuating that Canada's Chief Public Health Officer Theresa Tam was somehow being controlled by "The UN, the WHO, and Chinese Communist propaganda" has promised to make trouble on his way out.
Although he was booted when it was revealed that a well-known white supremacist donated to his campaign, leader Erin O'Toole said the departure was thanks to a long history of problematic behaviour. In fact, Sloan himself admits that he was organizing for trouble at the party's upcoming convention and recently said that the Conservatives ousted him because "They were scared."
There is a lesson here.
The insurrection LARPing at the Capitol building in Washington D.C. earlier this month has made it abundantly clear to conservatives — if not the tribal conservative edgelords who populate WhateverChan has yet to be purged by fire — that radicals inside your own movement will grow and eat you. Kill and eat them while they are still small and weak.
The storming of Washington offered conservatives around the world an opportunity, and they should take it. We at The Line here are biased as all hell, but we are strictly non-p
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Connor + Jenny
Some people believe your life flashes before your eyes the moment you die. I guess that's what's been happening to me. It's the stuff you never thought was important that ends up coming back in the end. Like how Dip n Dots ice cream felt rolling around and melting slowly on my tongue the first time I ever tasted it at the beach with my cousin Brett. Or the way I couldn't stop smiling that afternoon in sixth grade when I got my braces off; mostly because of how slimy my teeth felt against my lips. Or how my gram's house always smelled like old cigars, not because of my gram, but because of my granddad. His car still reeks of cheap cigars to this day. I never started smoking, even when most of my friends were doing it. There were always a lot of ads on TV showing pictures of black decaying lungs and people with oxygen tanks following their every move. Sure they were convincing, but nothing seemed to stick in my mind as much as one conversation with my gram. She always talked to me as if I were her best friend, even if I was only eleven and she was sixty five. All she had to do was tell me never to start smoking, because it was such a hard habit to break. If it was hard for my gram to do something, it must be almost impossible. I'm sure if she'd given me any more