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Two men and a woman have been charged after police seized drugs, weapons, a gun and cash after executing a warrant at a Centennial neighbourhood residence Saturday.
Police obtained a search warrant for a residence on the 600 block of Elgin Avenue while officers were conducting a drug trafficking investigation in the city’s central downtown area, the Winnipeg Police Service said in a Sunday news release.
A handgun with an “obliterated serial number” was seized, as was ammunition, a machete, bear spray, 40 individually packed bags of crack cocaine (with a street value of about $800), 2.8 grams of powder cocaine (worth $300) and $565 in cash.
A 69-year-old man, 30-year-old man and 26-year-old woman were charged with multiple drug trafficking and weapon offences.
Gwynne Byer
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2:00 AM CDT
At the time of writing there is still hope Count Binface can pull off a surprise byelection win and dethrone Nigel Farage, the leader of Reform UK, who has led the opinion polls in Britain for the past two years. The danger is that the Monster Raving Loony Party may also run, splitting the vote and letting Farage win.
The story so far:
Nigel Farage is what was known in wartime British slang as a ‘spiv’: a flashy, fast-talking petty criminal who always has something shoddy and borderline illegal to sell. Farage is not actually a criminal, my lawyers have instructed me to say, but he has led three political parties — UK Independence Party, Brexit Party, Reform UK — and they all smelled a bit off.
They were all anti-immigrant, ultra-nationalist and shyly racist, and they all used ‘populist’ tactics well before that style went global. Think of him as a Donald Trump who didn’t inherit great wealth but is a lot more coherent. In due course the rest of the world has caught up and, in Great Britain, Farage’s current political vehicle, Reform UK, has led opinion polls for two years straight.
Judy Waytiuk
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2:00 AM CDT
When I acquired my seaside home years ago on Mexico’s Yucatan Gulf Coast, I learned instantly that the Yucatan routinely broils for most of the year with temperatures in the mid-40s; by mid-afternoon, the house interior soared to 35 C or so, in 90 per cent humidity, and stepping outside was like entering a blast furnace. The heat is punctuated periodically by wild thunderstorms that flood sand streets and turn roads into lakes for days.
Similar, in fact, to the summer we’ve had here so far this year.
I needed my air conditioning. But electricity in Mexico is devilishly costly, generated by burning diesel fuel, so I installed solar panels. My energy bills plummeted from around 6,000 pesos to 50 pesos — the Comisión Federal de Electricidad’s minuscule administration fee. I was no longer contributing to the world’s soaring carbon emissions and because I generated more energy than I used, and returned that power to the grid, CFE was burning a few less gallons of diesel. While lowering electricity bills, I was also doing the ‘right thing’, planet-wise.
Too little. Too late.