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A Farce to be Reckoned With

Last July, Ezra Levant taunted critics when he donned a niqab on his prime time TV show The Source. His stunts may be tongue-in-cheek, but he's dead serious about his right to poke fun at liberal pet causes

“I’m not a fat ninja,” declared Ezra Levant. “It’s just me, Ezra, wearing a niqab.” That was the beginning of a segment of his Sun News Network television show, The Source, last July. He was indeed dressed in a style of burqa worn by women throughout the Arab Peninsula and wore it to make a… Continue reading A Farce to be Reckoned With

Atlantic Coasting

Defending their lead: Cindy Day, Bruce Frisko, Maria Panapolis, Starr Dobson and Steve Murphy (clockwise from top left)

CORRECTION: The published print version of this story—and the version that originally appeared on this site and was recently unpublished—said that CTV Atlantic was shut out in the major television categories at the 2010 Atlantic Journalism Awards. In fact, CTV Atlantic did not enter the Journalism Atlantic Awards. The Ryerson Review of Journalism regrets the error and… Continue reading Atlantic Coasting

The Schnozz

Larry Zolf is prepared for an ambush. A pair of thick, black-framed glasses sits atop his schnozz, the legendary nose that’s been described as his spare sex organ. A microphone clenched in one hand and a 60-pound Frezzolini news camera in the other, he stands on the stoop of a mansion in Montreal’s prestigious Westmount… Continue reading The Schnozz

The Question of Rape

On Day 11 of the Egyptian uprising against the 30-year rule of President Hosni Mubarak, Globe and Mail correspondent Sonia Verma and her colleague Patrick Martin were walking through what she describes as the “nouveau riche” neighbourhood of Mohandeseen. Verma was filming a pro-Mubarak crowd marching in the streets. At first this all-male crowd seemed friendly,… Continue reading The Question of Rape

Northern Contradiction

Josie was so revered in Old Crow that her kitchen-cum-writing studio remains just as she left it, almost two years after her death

Twice a month, Edith Josie lowered her five-foot frame into a chair at her large, plywood kitchen table with pen in hand. Looking out the window at other cabins, all raised on wooden pilings because of permafrost, she lit up a cigarette and started writing in longhand on foolscap with carbon between the sheets. “It… Continue reading Northern Contradiction