I want to ask the moon landing conspiracists 3 things…
I like the evolution of language, and I like slang, and new ways of using words specific for the times we live in (i.e. “woke”).
But real words have real meanings. My ears get tired of the filler words “actually” and “literally” which are often used in the wrong context.
My first verifiable memory was our family gathering around the TV to watch the Beatles on Ed Sullivan. I was 4, my older brother was 17. It was a Sunday night.
Place des Arts – Hundreds of people walked this corridor on their way from the metro to the demonstration.
The crowd was diverse. The mood was cheerful. Lots of dogs, babies, and grannies. Bicycle cops lounging at the perimeter.
Today’s march in Montreal was more a gathering around Place des Arts. I saw as many men as women. I saw lots of pussy hats. Mainly I saw a huge number of clever signs.
Some were older, no longer active, or retired, or ill, so while it was sad for many, it was not “tragic”.