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The Globe, TorStar, CBC and the Canadian Press did not cover it (yet). Here are the news orgs that work weekends (according to Google News):

JNS.org: Protesters ‘demand intifada’ at Toronto mall
NOW Toronto: Boxing Day Pro-Palestine protest at Toronto's Eaton Centre raises questions about where protests belong
National Post: Matthew Taub: Eaton Centre mob wasn’t a protest. It was a warning
TorontoToday.ca: Pro-Palestine activists return Indigo books en masse at Eaton Centre in economic protest
THEJ.CA: Pro-Palestinian Demonstrators Disrupt Boxing Day Shopping At Toronto Eaton Centre
Toronto Sun: LILLEY: Hamasniks disrupt Boxing Day shopping at Eaton Centre
VINnews: Pro-Palestinian Protest Disrupts Boxing Day Shopping at Toronto Eaton Centre

In days of yore, man used to worship the bull, the snake, the pig, the monkey and the horse. In our days, they returned to that type of worshipping, with a twist: modern man worships those beasts and especially their excretions, lots of horsesh*t, mostly bullsh*t and is as happy as a pig in sh*t. कालोऽस्मि लोकक्षयकृत्प्रवृद्धो

Apparently, Origen and Gregory of Nyssa supported apokatastasis to mean universal salvation. These are the NT passages from KJV that support their view:

19 Repent ye therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out, when the times of refreshing shall come from the presence of the Lord.

20 And he shall send Jesus Christ, which before was preached unto you.

21 Whom the heaven must receive until the times of restitution of all things, which God hath spoken by the mouth of all his holy prophets since the world began.

Of course, many view the above interpretation as too charitable.

[12. Lettre non datée] [Précision orale du Dr Axelrud : partie de Paris le 26 mars 1946 et arrivé à Corneilhan, le 29 mars 1946] Mon très cher Ami et Frère, Je ne sais pas par où commencer. Je ne sais même pas si j’aurai la force de mener cette confession jusqu’au bout. En deux mots : je vis le plus grave drame de ma vie et j’ignore encore si j’en sortirai vivant. J’ai réalisé mon voyage à Bucarest. Parti le 8 Janvier j’y suis arrivé le 16 du même mois. Reçu en triomphe je n’y suis resté que 17 jours, le temps de faire les papiers de la divine (hélas ! diabolique) Rovena. Nous avons pris le bateau le 4 Février et sommes arrivés à Marseille le 23 Février. Déjà sur le bateau j’ai senti que la passion de Rovena n’était plus celle de 1939. Une dizaine de jours après notre installation à Paris elle m’a fait l’aveu suivant : elle a connu plusieurs hommes pendant ces 6 années de séparation. Mais depuis un an elle vivait pratiquement avec un homme qu’elle continue à adorer. Un violoniste (« beau, intelligent, charmant », il fallait l’entendre dire cela). Et tes lettres et tes télégrammes m’assurant de ton amour lui ai-je dit (Oh, les lettres, m’a-t-elle répondu, quelle importance ont ces lettres !) Pourquoi ne m’as-tu rien dit à Bucarest ? Pourquoi m’as-tu suivi ? – Je croyais que je t’aimais encore et que j’oublierai George. Eh bien non ! C’est lui que j’aime. J’ai voulu me tuer. Le gaz. Rovena m’a surpris. Chaque jour elle me déteste davantage. Je la prends de force une ou deux fois par jour. Elle m’exprime son dégoût. Pas un mot gentil. Pas une délicatesse. Plus belle que jamais. Et elle me répète : « tu ne peux pas me forcer de t’aimer ». Que faire mon très cher Ami. Les Mazeng me conseillent la prière. Et moi je veux la garder. Je suis fou d’elle. Si tu étais à Paris!

[12. Scrisoare nedatatã] [Precizare verbalã a doctorului Axelrud: expediatã din Paris la 26 martie 1946 și ajunsã la poșta din Corneilhan la 29 martie 1946] Dragul meu Prieten și Frate, Nu știu cum sã încep. Nu știu nici mãcar dacã voi avea puterea sã duc pânã la capãt confesiunea asta. În douã cuvinte: trãiesc cea mai gravã dramã a vieții mele și nu știu încã dacã voi scãpa cu viațã. Am întreprins cãlãtoria la București. Am plecat în 8 ianuarie și am ajuns acolo în data de 16 a aceleiași luni. Primit în triumf, nu am rãmas acolo decât 17 zile, perioadã necesarã procurãrii documentelor divinei (vai! diabolicei) Rovena. Am luat vaporul în 4 februarie și am ajuns la Marsilia în 23 februarie. Deja pe vapor am simțit cã pasiunea Rovenei nu mai era cea din 1939. La vreo zece zile dupã ce ne-am instalat la Paris, mi-a fãcut urmãtoarea mãrturisire: a cunoscut mai mulți bãrbați în timpul celor 6 ani cât am stat despãrțiți. Dar de un an, trãia practic cu un bãrbat pe care continuã sã-l adore. Un violonist ( „frumos, inteligent, fermecãtor“, merita sã o auzi vorbind despre asta). Și atunci scrisorile și telegramele tale care mã asigurau de dragostea ta, i-am spus eu (Oh, scrisorile, mi-a rãspuns ea, ce importanțã au aceste scrisori!) De ce nu mi-ai spus nimic la București? De ce mai urmat? – Am crezut cã te iubeam încã și cã-l voi uita pe George. Ei bine nu! Pe el îl iubesc. Am vrut sã mã omor. Cu gaz. Rovena m-a surprins. Cu fiecare zi mã detestã mai mult. O iau cu forța o datã sau de douã ori pe zi. Se aratã dezgustatã. Niciun cuvânt drãguț. Nicio delicatețe. Mai frumoasã ca niciodatã. Și îmi tot repetã: „nu mã poți forța sã te iubesc“. Ce sã fac, dragã Prietene? Soții Mazeng mã sfãtuiesc sã mã rog. Iar eu vreau s-o țin lângã mine. Sunt nebun dupã ea. Dacã ai fi la Paris!

Source: Revista Apostrof, Iunie 2011
More: Voronca wikisource

I got caught just as I was about to dig up a hyacinth from someone's front lot with my garden trowel. I tried explaining that I just wanted to fork their github repo to which the owner explained that their repo is not open source and the two paid versions are between $100 and $200, the first for academic use only (their case) and the second for NATO use, neither of which permitted forking. I told him that only wanted to reverse engineer the undisclosed socket API and that I was about to destroy the original after learning that. [At this point I woke at the usual time I feed the dog in the morning.]

Context: I have thought about stealing a couple of snow drops from people's front yards, especially those that are obviously wild and unmaintained as they grow randomly on that thin patch of grass between the sidewalk and the curb/kerb. The unopened source code must be some faint memories of semi-secret protected Microsoft early APIs and corporate code bases as well as the draconian and non-common sensical approach to copyright and IP in North America and the West that led to such cases as the Pirate Bay trial, US v Swartz, the Mickey Mouse Protection Act and (drug) patent ever-greening. It is somewhat karmic that China's swift rise in the past few decades allegedly owes a lot to completely ignoring and breaking all of these silly rent-seeking greedy IP-protection rules.