Many years ago, back when Conservatives had yet to even dream of a stable, majority, conservative opportunity and Jack Layton's dad was a Red Tory minister, I was a logging contractor in British Columbia’s West Coast mountains. Those were rugged days in rugged surroundings, with rugged loggers doing their best to out-macho their co-workers. Things like hearing and eye protection, safety clothing, or aversion to asbestos were afterthoughts at best. There was no malice; understanding and communicating
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