Canadian drama teacher returns to Broadway. Before the missile strike on Syria distracted everyone, Justin Trudeau went back to NYC to remind everyone what a feminist he is. The Women of the World summit was hosted by Tina Brown, who was intrigued by the PM's ability to persuade her former media colleague, Chrystia Freeland, to leave Reuters to work for him—even though her job was already burning down. The foreign minister's latest diplomacy was smote by end of day:

There’s no business like Fake News business. MediaSmarts, a non-profit charity that seems dedicated to taking all the fun out of journalism, scored a big deal with Facebook Canada to instruct interested users on how to be more vigilant. A much bigger bounty is behind the stateside “News Integrity Initiative”: $14 million earmarked for watching the watchers. (And here you thought unique journalism was the way to make a buck.)

Jordan Peterson finds funding via The Rebel. After being turned down for funding for the first time in his career, Peterson turned to Ezra Levant. Donations to study the relationship between personality and political belief met a goal in 18 hours.

Booze producers want weed to follow their rules. The Globe and Mail reports that the drink marketing lobby has been pushing to ensure a level playing field, so that any new federal weed regulations are consistent with those affecting alcohol (which, under Canadian law, can't be advertised as something enjoyed by humans). Meanwhile, on the other end of the spectrum, here's a National Post story on how a mob-linked crime figure nicknamed “Tony Large” was a major player in the medical marijuana industry.

The Cult’s Electric at 30. Released on April 7, 1987 was a record with notable Toronto ties: Ian Astbury, the Hamilton-raised howler for a British goth band, heard some early Beastie Boys tracks and was inspired to call their producer, Rick Rubin, with an idea to give the act a goofy makeover. So, here’s a thesis—and accompanying playlist—positing that this was a seminally stupid album:

Don Rickles dead at 90. Thanks to the recollections of Artie Lange, this bit from the Toronto-shot Dirty Work has got to be Rickles' most-memorized. He plays a theatre boss ad-libbing in the lobby of the now-closed Cineplex at the Erin Mills Town Centre:

"Master Raghav” got his witchcraft charge dropped. But the astrologer, real name Murali Muthyalu, who was visiting from India when he asked for $101,000 from a customer who wanted an evil spirit removed from a family member, pleaded guilty to fraud. He has to pay $67,100 restitution and can’t come back to Canada for at least three years.

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MSNBC's Brian Williams channeled Leonard Cohen's lyric from "First We Take Manhattan" while anchoring coverage of missile strikes on Syria.

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