Sadly, my beloved Merriam-Webster dictionary (affectionately called MW) split in half this morning after I dropped it on the floor. I knew it was just a matter of time. I bought it in 1985 in the college bookstore, and it’s been with me ever since. I have to tell you, I’m feeling a little weepy.

There are few people in the world who aren’t afraid to say what they really think. I mean, the kind of person who spills words like milk, letting the cascade flow down their clothing and all over the floor.

After a few irreversible spills, most of us get tired of cleaning up the mess. So we learn to self-censor. Not so Ezra Levant.