No, I’m not being rhetorical; not entirely, anyway. Just who the hell does Stephane Dion think he’s kidding with his new little “look at me, I’m tough on crime” song and dance that he’s added to his traveling dog and pony show?

Forget — just for a minute or two, okay? — that this is the same bonehead who has fought every bit of real anti-crime legislation he has ever seen tooth and nail. Forget that this is the fool who flip-flopped on his own party’s anti-terror legislation, denying law enforcement vital tools needed to safeguard the people of this country from terrorist attacks that everyone with a brain in their heads says are coming, sooner or later. Forget that he has always decried any kind of tough-on-crime measures as draconian, but thought that the farmer Bob rifle registry was a great idea. Forget all that, just for a minute.

What Dion has done now is to fling open his piehole and hack up the tired, old and discredited hairball of “restorative justice.” 🙄

Dion yodeled on about more money for more cops, “tougher laws” (whatever the hell he thinks that means; I doubt it’s anywhere close to my definition) to protect kids and places of worship, and reverse onus for aresholes that use a gun and want out on bail. The problem is that he just doesn’t get that none of this means jack shit. Yes, you read that right.

Dion just can’t get his brain around the idea that scumbags that commit crimes with guns shouldn’t get out of jail at all, we already have more than enough laws, and we don’t need any more cops.

What the hell did I just say? We don’t need more cops?? Am I nuts all of a sudden??? No, I’m not. This is actually one of the things that I disagreed with Harper on during the last campaign, when he was also talking about putting more cops on the streets. The problem isn’t that we need more cops; we already have all the cops we need. The problem is that the cops we do have are having to chase down the same assholes again and again and again and again… because they keep getting sprung.

In other words, the problem isn’t with how we hunt down bad guys; it’s with what we do (or should I say, don’t do) with them once they’re caught. Our penal system is a God damned joke, and nobody’s laughing except criminals. How many times have you heard of someone getting raped or murdered by some sack of crap that was out on parole? Did you know that damn near every prisoner in the country has an automatic get-out-of-jail free card after serving a maximum of two-thirds of their sentence? But even then, what’s the difference? They get coddled on the inside anyway.

Liberals and the Left in general have spent decades obsessed with the notions of rehabilitation, hug-a-thug approaches and revolving-door justice. Everything they have tried has proven to be an abject failure.

Getting tough on crime doesn’t mean more social programs in crappy neighbourhoods; it doesn’t mean helping criminals “improve their self-image;” it doesn’t even mean more cops. What it means is punishing — and I mean really punishing — criminals in a way that would make Dion bleed from the ears if he heard about it:

No more TVs, no more radios, no more access to gyms that turn scrawny criminals into big criminals, no more conjugal visits (who the hell ever came up with that idea in the first place?), and NO AUTOMATIC EARLY RELEASE! You want parole? Prove that you deserve it, otherwise serve your whole damned stretch. And if you’re sentenced to life, forget that wussy little 25-years thing; you come out in a pine box. They don’t need to be given college degrees at public expense, they don’t need time in an exercise yard, and (contrary to what the thug-hugging handwringers will tell you) yes, you can live off bologna sandwiches for lunch. Every God damned day. For years.

Don’t tell any of this to Steffie, though. His poor sensibilities couldn’t handle it. Liberals, big or small “L,” just don’t have the stomach to deal with criminals. They never have and they never will.

So please, Stephane, quit trying to piss on my head and tell me it’s raining.

[I know that I’m a bit behind the herd on this one but hey, I’ve had a busy couple of days. That being said…]

Good Lord, but it must totally suck to be Allen Varlaki today. I guess you’re wondering who the hell that is, eh? Well, boys and girls, Allen Varlaki is quite possibly one of the dumbest things you’re going to find on two legs. You see, little Al is a blogger — or at least, he was — of the decidedly Leftist persuasion. And like a lot of other little Lefties, he just loved to shoot his mouth off and act all big and bad… when he was sure he was safe. Kind of like that kid back in grade school that would taunt you from a distance, calling you and your mother every name in the book, but then run like hell the second you took a step in his direction and, if you ever managed to grab ahold of him, would start screaming like a girl before you even had the chance to cuff him one.

And, just like that grade school twerp, li’l Allen bit off WAY more then he could chew. You see, it’s all fine and dandy to criticize our PM; that’s part of what living in a free society is all about. While I wouldn’t approve of it, you can even call him a son of a bitch if you like; it’s all perfectly legal. No secret police are going to show up at your door in the dark of night and make you and your family disappear. Being able to do these things is part of the benefits of being Canadian. But Al didn’t confine himself to that, nosiree. This acrimonious asshole had to go and threaten to assassinate Her Majesty’s Prime Minister of Canada, the Right Honourable Stephen Harper:

Thomas Walkom’s piece on Stephane Dion and the bigger picture of federal politics got me thinking again about something I’ve had on the back-burner for a while. I’ve always maintained that there will come a point at which Stephen Harper will have to take a bullet. I mean, we’ll arrive at a time when the only way we can protect this country, its ideal and its history from a violent rape at the hands of the neo-con pigs is to take this man out.

Might I suggest that the fact that Harper is polling almost two-to-one over Dion as the preferred leader for Canada is a harbinger of this time’s arrival. It’s coming Steve, better invest in some Kevlar.

As you can likely guess, the ensuing Turd Typhoonâ„¢ eventually sent little Al running for cover. His little blog seems to have gone poof on him, along with his blogger.com profile. Not to worry, though; a screenshot of his offending post is here and a Google cache shot of his profile is here. Ain’t the internet great? 😀

So anyways, BIG surprise coming up here, a whole buttload of people popped their collective corks to announce that there was no way in hell that they were going to put up with this shit (including, but not limited to: Second Thoughts, Middle Earth, Daimnation!, Small Dead Animals, Halls of Macadamia, Angry in the Great White North, Relapsed Catholic and Crux of the Matter).

Yup, it looked for a while there like everybody and their dog wanted to take a bite out of little Al’s ass (not that I blame them). Now I know that all those links can make for a buttload of perusing so, before I go shooting my own mouth off too much on this subject, here’s something of a timeline (EDT based on timestamps) of posts that I’ve been able to grab here and there across the web; beginning with Valarki’s original post (along with my own running commentary, of course). Ya might wanna grab yerself a coffee first, though; because this is bloody cumbersome…

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It never ceases to amaze me, the idiocy that some people will go gallivanting after. The fact that they go for some of this crap in the first place is baffling enough, but just why the hell do they seem to insist on thinking that this is somehow something new that they’ve stumbled onto; over and over and over again…

Anybody with two brain cells to rub together knows that all this shit has been said and done before, some of it hundreds or even thousands of times, but the gullible still fall for it every damned time. Most of these little flash-in-the-pan cults are, while offensive, just plain too dumb to be worth worrying about. Others, however, serve as a good reminder as to why even freedom of religion needs to have at least some limits. One such movement is the so-called “Creciendo en Gracia (Growing in Grace) ministry.”

Those who read here with any frequency may find themselves wondering just where the hell I’m going with this. After all, I’ve always made it quite plain that I have no use for those who would bash away at people of faith, so why the hell do I seem to be doing just that right now??

Well, it’s simple, really. Yes, how a man keeps — or doesn’t keep, for that matter — his company with God is his own business and no one else’s. I do believe that. But I also believe in learning from history; something about those forgetting the follies of the past being condemned to repeat them in the future and all that other bookworm stuff. And that has plenty to do with this bunch of deviant devotees.

You see, the Creciendo en Gracia is the brainfart of, and led by, a dude by the name of Jose Luis De Jesus Miranda. He’s a “62-year-old former Puerto Rican heroin addict and felon now based in the southern U.S.” So far, so what, right? There are two big problems with this guy. The first is that he claims to be the second coming of Christ. No, that’s not a metaphor; this bozo actually seems to believe it.

Now, let me see… where have I heard that before? Oh, yeah; this dude said the same thing. You remember him, don’t you? Of course you do. He’s David Koresh, the leader of the “Branch Davidian” cult that got everybody in North America pronouncing “Waco” as “wacko” after he and his followers barbecued themselves in April of ’93 after holing up against the FBI and BATF for nearly two months. Not a bad ending for a delusional pedophile prick that seemed to think that, while no one else should be having anything resembling sex, he needed a whole harem of underage (even by the Texan standards at the time) girls to keep himself amused. It would have been ok if he had had the common courtesy to croak on his own, but nnooooo; this warped-minded wannabe-messiah had to take over 80 other people with him, including about 25 kids.

Waitaminit, now… He wasn’t the first was he? Nope, he wasn’t. Over a decade before Vernon Wayne Howell started calling himself David Koresh, there was crazy-as-a-shithouse-rat Jim Jones and his “Peoples Temple” down in Guyana. Things didn’t turn out too good for that bunch either, did they? Jimbo also had more than a few sexual bats in his belfry, maybe because of all the dope he was sucking back. After packing up about 1000 people and buggering off to the South American jungle, setting up a commune called “Jonestown” (nope, no ego there) and murdering a US Congressman, Jimmy seems to have decided that he wanted to bug out before the shit hit the fan. But these megalomaniacs can never seem to check out by themselves, can they? Not only did he off himself, he ordered his followers — all 900+ of them — to suck back a few slugs of cyanide- and valium-laced Kool-aid so they could come along for the ride into the afterlife. Those who didn’t like the idea were either shot or had the poison forced down their throats. To this day, the local Guyanese people go nowhere near the grounds of the former Jonestown.

Trying to be Christ doesn’t seem to turn out too well, does it? But hey, De Jesus isn’t stopping there. Hell no. Why settle for being just Christ when you can be the Antichrist, too? No, I’m not making that shit up. But even that isn’t new, is it? Nope; that’s been done before, too. And we all know how well it worked out for that guy, don’t we?

So you’ll just have to excuse me if there are some places where I draw the line on freedom of religion. And don’t give me any of that “slippery slope” bullshit, either. We started down that slope when we decided that idiots like these deserve to have their “civil rights” protected by the power of the state. We’ve been careening down the sonofabitch ever since.

Can somebody — hell, anybody; I don’t care who — please explain to me this Canuckleheaded obsession that we seem to have with embracing double standards? Seriously, folks; we’re starting to make ourselves look like we’ve got our heads so far up our butts, we chew our food twice. I know I’ve already given my snarky little 2¢ worth on this and I really, honestly did think that this would just fade into the woodwork like the social slight of hand that it is.

But, nooooooooooooo, that would make too much sense, wouldn’t it? This thing just won’t seem to stay dead. Like Marley’s ghost, it shambles around, gibbering like a TO homeless industry advocate in a private chinwag with mayor culpa David Miller. Granted, I would expect such shrill belly-button gawking from Quebec media, but the rest of the country can’t seem to quit picking at it, either. Even the union bobbleheads have hopped up on their hind legs to bark away about it.

In case you’re one of the three people that haven’t figured out what I’m bellyaching about yet, I’m talking about the case of Carol Rioux. That’s right: the French guy in Alberta that lost his job because of crappy English on his part. That guy. What I don’t get is, why is this news?? I mean, think about it now. Think about it. With headlines like “Second look at French flap,” “Francophones up in arms,” and “Quebecer fired for bad English,” you’d think there was actually something to this. I’ve got a better headline for you. How about…

Not Bilingual, Canadian Loses Job

We could have a really cool follow-up story, too:

Man Takes Dump, Wipes Ass

What do these have in common? It’s simple: both happen every day in this country, every where. That’s why neither one is news.

Gee, could it maybe have something to do with the fact that, this time, it’s happening to a French guy?? 😯 Well, we can’t have that now, can we? After all, official bilingualism is only supposed to screw the Anglos over; right?

Licia Corbella nailed it in today’s Edmonton Sun, hypocrisy and all. Could you imagine the reverse (an Anglo losing work because his French sucks) making news in Quebec? Mais non, bien sur!

As far as I’m concerned, until I can get a job in la belle province with only the French I’ve got; Rioux, the unions, the handwringers, and all the other moonbats in general can clamp their flappin’ yaps ’round my purple-headed yogurt flinger, make like a shop vac, and chug-a-lug a few pints of Shut The F*ck Up®.

I’m an Anglo Assholeâ„¢ and I approve this message.

Some of you might remember that I’ve grouched about this before but you’ve got to admit that this makes for one hell of a twist. It’s one of those peculiar things that makes me laugh and pisses me off at the same time.

It pisses me off because it’s just one more indication of the erosion of the character of our nation’s youth that they would have such contempt for those that provide them with the very protection that spoiled brats like them cannot exist without. Let’s face it: none of these little bastards would have even considered trashing a house like that if they thought that the owner would hunt them down and horse-whip their little hides off. What prevents that? Why, that would be the law, of course.

What gives me a chuckle about all this is thinking about something from when I was a kid myself. Like most others my age that grew up in a small town, I had a dad that seemed to have a saying for just about every occasion (and some of those sayings could be a lot more colourful than others). One of those sayings, that I really didn’t bother to ponder too much at the time, was “don’t poke the bear.” Well, that just might be what these little house-trashing smartasses have gone and done (emphasis added by yours truly, of course)…

The Lakeshore Road home, owned by a husband-and-wife pair of Lambton OPP officers, was heavily damaged on March 2 when, in their absence, their 15-year-old daughter held a party that spun wildly out of control, drawing about 150 teenagers.

Oops. Anyone care to make odds on the chances that, the next time one of these little hooligans finds themselves in need of help, the nearest officer just might be very, very far away or perhaps inextricably occupied with an extremely important doughnut? On the other hand, if one of these little pricks happens to jaywalk, they could find that cops get around a lot more than one might think.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

Well now, this just has to be some kind of new vista of asshattery if I’ve ever seen one. It seems that every Lefty’s favourite international sanctimonious busybody and toothless tiger has decided to pipe up and finally take mean, nasty Canada — yup, you read that right — to task for being the vile, evil bunch of racist honky bastards that we are. That’s right: the UN has loudly and proudly declared that Canada should be wearing sackcloth and ashes for using the term “visible minorities.” Yes indeed, boys & girls, no fly turd is safe in the pepper with these shitheads around…

Like all countries that are party to the International Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Racial Discrimination, Canada must periodically appear before the committee to make the case that it is a non-racist society. I think it’s fair to say that Canada is among the most tolerant nations on earth. But UN committees being what they are, the committee members always find something to lecture us about.

This year, the committee really had to scrape the bottom of the anti-racism barrel: As reported on the front page of Thursday’s National Post, the committee concluded that our government shouldn’t be using the term “visible minorities.” Despite the fact that this term appears in our legislation for no other reason than to mandate and track affirmative action programs that help “visible minorities” (please excuse my racism), the term, we are told, is “not … in accordance with the aims and objectives of the Convention.”

So, anybody out there still need some more proof that the UN has hung around long after it’s “best before” date?

Let’s get one thing straight right now: this has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with combating racism, making the world a better place or anything else even remotely worthwhile. It’s nothing more than Exhibit #14,867,942 in the case against political-correctness-run-amok. It has nothing whatsoever to do with improving anyone‘s lot in life or with any question of what may, or may not, offend the majority of the people that this gaggle of Darwin-Award-winners-in-waiting so stridently claim to be protecting. What it does have to do with is the self-satisfaction of a bunch walking widgets who are so morally vacuous and utterly useless in this life that they are incapable of coming up with anything better to do with their time than clamouring to be offended on other people’s behalf whilst sucking at the tax teat of those of us that actually get things done.

In an effort to give the appearance that they somehow have a purpose — because, if it were revealed that they really don’t, someone might pry them off the funding/grant teat expect them to start doing something productive — they relentlessly pursue a useless word-game where the rules change approximately every 3.1457 seconds. The time has come to toss these walking sacks of maggot food onto the trash heap of the History of Stupid Ideas where they belong. Scrapping the UN while we’re at it wouldn’t be a bad ide, either.

Oh, yeah; before I go…

VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES!

Dickheads…