3 June 2006 The International Terrorist Conspiracy By Gwynne Dyer They arrested seventeen alleged Islamist terrorists in and around Toronto on Saturday, most of them young and Canadian-born. They had bought three tonnes of ammonium nitrate, and are accused of planning to bomb targets in southern Ontario. Shock! Horror! How could this happen here? Canada […]
17 November 2005 Quebec’s New Hero By Gwynne Dyer He’s young for a party leader (39), he’s gay, and he admits that he took cocaine “on a few occasions” while serving as a minister in the Quebec government in the late 90s. In fact, Andre Boisclair is practically ideal for the task of winning back
28 February 2005 The Secret of Ballistic Missile By Gwynne Dyer This week’s tempest in a teapot in Canada has been Prime Minster Paul Martin’s long-delayed decision not to take part in the US project for ballistic missile defence (BMD). Canada will share radar information about any incoming missile with the United States through the
3 November 2004 The Divided States: A Modest Proposal By Gwynne Dyer Looking at that extraordinary electoral map of the United States with all the liberal, quiche-eating, Kerry-supporting states of the north-east and the west coast coloured Democratic blue while the “heartland” and the south were solid Republican red, the solution to the problem suddenly
23 June 2004 Canada: The Master’s Revenge? By Gwynne Dyer The time limit for a majority government in a two-party system is now usually ten to twelve years. After that, it is living on borrowed time. Neither major party in the United States has held the White House for more than twelve years since Franklin
15 March 2004 Waiting for the Canadian Hordes By Gwynne Dyer Dr Samuel P. Huntington, chairman of the Harvard Academy for International and Area Studies and co-founder of ‘Foreign Policy’ magazine, is like a dog that has only one trick: we’ve all seen it before, but he won’t stop doing it. We’re going to have
September 26th 1998 The Last Days of the War on Drugs By Gwynne Dyer I noticed the ashtray winking up at me as soon as I sat down at the table. I was having dinner at an auberge at the far end of L’De d’Orleans, and it seemed to be saying: “This is Quebec, where