Who reads the Post so I don't have to, and finds gems like this Elizabeth Nickson column -
We are free-riding, infantile Chicken Littles, bound for the slagheap of history, our destiny to be passed over, ignored then forgotten. The big fight, the moral imperative of our time, is upon us and we’re sitting it out, sucking our thumbs and whining about softwood lumber, and like, steel. And other stuff, we feel really resentful about.