𝘾𝙖𝙩 𓃠 𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙤 🇨🇦

DOWNTOWN BLUES Holes worn through the socks that serve as shoes Unconsciousness driven by drunken blues Office lunches discarded in your park The seagull circles like an incoming shark. His face pierced with a head full of lice Squatting amongst the mice

Claude Lemieux carried the torch for Montreal on Monday before Game 3… Our thoughts are with his family and loved ones ❤️💙

The NHL Alumni Association is devastated to share that Claude Lemieux has passed away at the age of 60. Born in Buckingham, Quebec, Claude was selected by the Montreal Canadiens in the second round of the 1983 NHL Entry Draft and would make his NHL debut just a few months later on October 13, 1983 and scored his first career NHL goal on December 4, 1983. Claude split time between the Canadiens organization and the QMJHL from 1983 to 1985, capturing the President’s Cup with the Verdun Junior Canadiens in 1985 as QMJHL playoff champions, while earning the Guy Lafleur Trophy as Playoff MVP. The very next season, Claude recorded 10 goals and 16 points in 20 playoff games as he and the Montreal Canadiens won the Stanley Cup. Claude remained with the Canadiens for an additional four seasons before joining the New Jersey Devils ahead of the 1990-91 season. In 1994-95, his fifth and final season with New Jersey, Claude led the Devils to their first Stanley Cup championship, registering 13 goals in 20 playoff games, taking home the Conn Smythe Trophy as Playoff MVP. As a member of the Colorado Avalanche in 1995-96, Claude was once again an integral part of team history as the Avalanche hoisted Lord Stanley’s Cup for the very first time in 1996. Claude played 297 regular-season games in an Avalanche uniform before rejoining the New Jersey Devils in November of 1999, and for a fourth and final time, would be crowned a Stanley Cup champion on June 10, 2000. Claude later played for the Phoenix Coyotes and Dallas Stars before making a comeback with the San Jose Sharks during the 2008-09 season. Internationally, Claude represented Canada on several occasions, including capturing a gold medal at the 1985 World Junior Hockey Championships and winning the 1987 Canada Cup. He was loved by his wife and four children, and on behalf of the Lemieux family, we kindly ask that everyone respect their privacy during this difficult time. Memorial service details to follow.

L'organisation des Canadiens est bouleversée et attristée d'apprendre le décès soudain de Claude Lemieux, à l'âge de 60 ans. Nos pensées accompagnent la famille et les amis de Claude en cette période difficile. Communiqué ↓ nhl.com/fr/canadiens/n…

Moments ago: Premier Ford won’t commit to paying taxpayers back the $200K spent on private jet fees, calling the controversy an “old story.” He says he’s already saved taxpayers “millions of dollars” by flying commercial over the years & only charters flights “when needed.”

Smart men are never conservative 🤷‍♀️

Apple Cinnamon Gallette Not pretty but oh so good! #Foodie #homemade #apples

We had a tenant move out of one of our rental properties and leave behind a mountain of trash. As awful as that was, it got worse. They also left behind two cats… to die. One was locked in the garage with no food and no water. The other was trapped in the house with no food and had water only because the toilet seat had been left up. If we hadn’t gone back into that garage for another week or two, that cat would’ve been dead. I genuinely can’t understand how someone could do that to an animal. The crazy part? These cats are unbelievably sweet. We brought them out to the farm and we’re working to acclimate them into becoming farm cats now. Hopefully they’ll have a much better life ahead of them than the one they came from. People can leave trash behind. That can be cleaned up. Leaving living animals behind to suffer is something entirely different.

@MrPitbull07 @chuddles11 "The world breaks everyone and afterwards, some are strong at the broken places." -Ernest Hemingway

When he had finally earned enough money, Charles Chaplin did one of the things he had long dreamed of doing: he took his mother out of a psychiatric hospital in London and moved her into a villa in California. He hoped that, after years of hardship, she might finally be able to live in peace and comfort. But the situation was more complicated than he had imagined. At times, Hannah Chaplin did not even recognize her own son. On other occasions, she would tuck pieces of bread wrapped in paper into her shoes. It was a habit rooted in the years of hunger she had endured long before, when finding something to eat was far from certain. Although poverty was now behind her, some memories continued to resurface. Charles Chaplin’s story does not begin in Hollywood. It begins on the streets of London. Born in 1889, he grew up in a family plagued by constant financial difficulties. His father, an alcoholic, disappeared from his life at an early age. His mother, Hannah, struggled to support her children while her mental health steadily deteriorated. Food was often scarce, and stability was almost nonexistent. Some nights, there was not even a safe place to sleep. Before success came hunger and uncertainty. At just five years old, Chaplin began performing on stage. It was not a decision driven by ambition, but by necessity: he needed to help support his family. Childhood quickly gave way to work and responsibility. Then came another difficult chapter. Charles and his brother were sent to a workhouse for the poor. The experience left a deep mark on him. Poverty was not an abstract concept—it was something he had lived through firsthand. In 1913, his life changed. He arrived in the United States and began working in the film industry. During one production, he was asked to improvise a comic character. He stepped into the dressing room and chose a collection of clothes without any clear plan: baggy trousers, a tight jacket, oversized shoes, a bowler hat, and a cane. He also added a small mustache to make his face appear older. Thus, the Tramp was born. A character destined to become one of the most recognizable figures in the history of cinema. Through the Tramp, Chaplin conveyed far more than simple comedy. His films explored poverty, social injustice, loneliness, and exploitation. Audiences laughed, but beneath the humor there was always a keen observation of reality. In 1940, he made The Great Dictator. In that film, he broke the silence that had made his character famous and delivered a speech that would become one of the most memorable moments in cinematic history. It was a clear and powerful stand against totalitarianism and war. Yet fame did not shield him from difficulties. During the 1950s, amid the anti-communist investigations in the United States, Chaplin was accused of sympathizing with ideas regarded as subversive. He was subjected to scrutiny, publicly criticized, and drawn into a prolonged political controversy. Eventually, he left the country that had made him famous and settled in Switzerland. Nearly twenty years passed before he was able to return to the United States. In 1972, he received an Honorary Academy Award for his lifetime achievements. When he stepped onto the stage, the audience gave him one of the longest standing ovations ever recorded at the ceremony. It was recognition of a life marked by triumphs, hardships, and controversy. Charles Chaplin died in his sleep on Christmas Day in 1977 at the age of 88. His legacy extends far beyond the films he left behind. Throughout his life, he never forgot the poverty he had experienced as a child or the people he had encountered on the streets of London. Those experiences became part of his art and helped make his characters relatable to audiences around the world. The Tramp was not merely a comic figure. He carried onto the screen the experiences of a man who had known hunger, uncertainty, and the daily struggle for survival.

Look up on May 31, 2026. The sky's about to put on a show. A Full Blue Moon is taking over the night, and it's the kind of celestial moment that doesn't roll around often. Here's the twist most people miss: the Moon won't actually be blue. The name comes from the calendar, not the color. A Blue Moon is the second full Moon to land inside a single calendar month, and that only happens every few years. May already had its full Flower Moon on the 1st. Now a second one is sneaking in before the month closes out. Peak illumination hits at 8:45 UTC on May 31, which is 9:45 AM in the UK and 4:45 AM Eastern Time. But the Moon will look full from May 30 through June 1, so you've got a window. Here's the bonus detail nobody's talking about: this is also a micromoon. It's the smallest, most distant full Moon of the entire year, sitting around 252,360 miles away from Earth. A rare Blue Moon and the year's tiniest full Moon, stacked into one night. No telescope. No special gear. Just step outside after sunset, look east, and let the sky do the rest. Because the next time the calendar pulls this trick, you'll wish you had looked up. Source: EarthSky, The Old Farmer's Almanac, Star Walk

OMFG. Fuck political rhetoric. When you leave your house today be @WabKinew. 🇨🇦💪

Mitch Marner leads the scoring race following the completion of the Western Conference Final! 🙌 #StanleyCup Powered by @SAP

"It was a special moment. There's been some dark times in hockey for myself honestly... I'm thankful for my family. That was a moment to just express some joy and fun." Mitch Marner on his expressive celebration after Vegas' WCF win.

@TSN_Sports Those DARK times are OVER and OUT! You are #1 in points in playoffs!

Mitch Marner hadn't made it past the second round in nine seasons with the Toronto Maple Leafs. Now he's headed to the Stanley Cup Final while leading the league in postseason points (21) in his first season with the Vegas Golden Knights 💪

Odie is an adorable little orange stray kitten who was left behind at a truck stop. When two kind truck drivers stopped for a break, this tiny confident kitty walked straight out of the bushes and up to them for pets, as if he had been waiting for them. Though they didn’t plan to keep him at first, Odie settled in perfectly with their two dogs — acting more like a dog in a cat’s body. 💖✨ Now he’s officially family: riding as a serious little co-pilot on the dashboard, claiming the driver’s seat as his personal scratching post, and loving every new adventure, new smell, and new highway every single day. A heartwarming story of a cat who chose his humans!

July 26, 2020. A beach near Collingwood, Ontario. Sixteen-year-old Jamey Ruth Klassen was supposed to be enjoying a quiet family vacation beside the icy blue waters of Georgian Bay. Farther out on the lake, a man named Christopher Robertson had taken his kayak out alone for a peaceful paddle. Then the kayak filled with water and flipped. Suddenly, he was stranded in the freezing bay, clinging desperately to the overturned hull while shouting for help. Jamey didn’t hear him directly. What she heard instead were strangers nearby calling 911, panicking about a kayaker who had disappeared beneath the surface and wasn’t coming back up. Most teenagers would’ve stayed on shore. The water was brutally cold. The distance looked impossible. Lifeguards and paramedics were already being called. Waiting would’ve been understandable. Jamey never waited. She ran toward the water and dove in. Alone, she swam nearly 600 feet through Georgian Bay — the distance of two football fields — pushing herself farther and farther from shore toward the empty kayak floating in the distance. By the time she reached it, Christopher Robertson was gone. Then Jamey looked down. Through the clear Canadian water, she could see him lying motionless twelve feet below on the lake floor. She took one breath. And dove. The cold tightened around her body instantly as she reached the bottom. She grabbed Robertson beneath both arms and forced herself upward, dragging his unconscious body back toward the surface. He wasn’t breathing. His body hung limp in the water. Jamey refused to let go. She turned him onto his back, balanced his head against her shoulder, wrapped one arm across his chest, and began swimming him toward shore using only one arm and her legs. Every second became harder. Her muscles burned violently. Her lungs screamed. She had no formal lifeguard certification because the pandemic had canceled the courses she planned to take that summer. Still, she kept kicking. Then fear hit her. Jamey realized she might drown beside him before reaching shore. Exhausted and losing strength, she used the last thing she still had left: Her voice. She screamed for help. A nearby paddleboarder heard her cries and rushed across the water. Together, they lifted Robertson onto the board while Jamey, shivering and exhausted, swam the remaining distance alone. Onshore, police officers and paramedics immediately began CPR. Moments later, Christopher Robertson started breathing again. He survived. Nearly a year later, Jamey Ruth Klassen received the Carnegie Medal — North America’s highest civilian honor for heroism. Out of millions of people, only eighteen recipients were chosen that year. But Jamey barely spoke about herself afterward. Instead, she used the scholarship money from the award to attend nursing school at McMaster University, quietly continuing the same instinct that had driven her into the freezing water that day: If someone needs help, you go. No hesitation. No spotlight. No waiting for someone braver. Just a sixteen-year-old girl who saw a stranger drowning… and decided his life mattered more than her fear.

@CrazyVibes_1 @Muskoka411 Ok I am crying now, What A Beautiful Soul!

Protesters in Naples, Italy have unfurled a giant shroud bearing the names of 18,457 Palestinian children killed by Israel’s genocidal war on Gaza.