If you don't know that P.E.I. is Prince Edward Island and feel compelled to share your brilliant discovery, you probably don't belong in a discussion group about Canada on a Canadian-hosted Lemmy server.
So a photo staged after the event for the news report is your evidence he was blocking the sidewalk before the newsworthy event was happening.
You're an idjit. Go crawl back under the bridge you call home.
(For those of you who are not this idjit: when a photographer is waiting for proper lighting, they generally don't sit there with all their equipment out, tripod legs spread, etc., precisely because they don't know when—or even if—the lighting will go their way. They just stand to one side, using a minimal footprint, waiting for the right conditions before they snap out the equipment to take their shot. This guy is talking out of his asshole. By which I mean out of himself.)
Given the profound and clumsy ignorance he displays in literally every subject that he gets himself involved with, it surprises you he gets slang—a form of communication that requires actual humans—wrong?
Yes. Brilliant plan! Take the creatives' time spent on making art and have them decode every single fucking crypto scam's procedures, security models, etc.! That way they'll be so distracted by the bullshit choices placed before them they won't realize that a) none of them are good choices, and b) they've not actually created anything since they started dealing with all that horseshit.
Nostr is thataway, Sparky. Go talk to your fellow cryptobros.
Every time you think Apartheid Edgelord can't get any more cringeworthy, he gets you to hold his beer.