Dang, but this one took quite a while to come around, didn’t it? Some of you might remember me piping up waaayy back last August about a guy out in Cowtown by the name of Artur Pawlowski, after he got the cuffed-and-stuffed treatment from the Calgary cops for the unpardonable crime of… wait for it… reading the Bible in public.

No, I’m not making that up.

Now, before you go asking and bleating “how do we know he wasn’t accosting people,” bear this in mind:

On August 16, Artur Pawlowski was arrested for sharing the Gospel with tarot card readers at the Fringe Festival in Calgary. Pawlowski told these practisers of “sorcery” that the Bible condemns these practices. Organizers of the festival asked him not to talk to the vendors and he agreed. But when he stayed in the park praying and reading the Bible, the organizers called police. The police arrested Pawlowski for obstruction and he was taken in a police car in handcuffs. He was also charged with trespassing and causing a disturbance. Amazingly, Pawlowski’s brother videotaped the entire sequence of events.

Well, it has come around now and it looks like the video was rather… ahem… uncomplimentary. Both to the cops who busted Pawlowski and to the credibility of those who complained about him in the first place:

It was clear Pawlowski, his friends and family were jubilant criminal charges of obstruction of justice, resisting arrest and refusing to assist a public/peace officer had been wiped off the docket.

But the people who should be most relieved are the police officers who arrested him last Aug. 16 on 17th Ave. S.W. for reading from the Bible aloud near the Fringe Festival.

Had this case gone to trial, the judge would have seen evidence — a video taken by a Pawlowski supporter — that would have thrown the officers’ reputations into total disrepute.

Case toally dismissed. And before anybody even bothers asking, yes I am going to try and get a copy of that video. Stay tuned.

No doubt about it, today is a damn fine day to be from Wild Rose Country. HMPM Harper has announced in the House today that, with the retirement of Sen. Dan Hays in June, he will be appointing Alberta’s Bert Brown to the upper chamber.

Brown — a farmer from Kathyrn, Alta., who once plowed the message “Triple-E Senate or Else” into a barley field — was actually chosen by the people of Alberta in their third senate election in 2004. Brown will become oly the second elected senator in Canadian history, after Stan Waters; who was appointed in 1990 by Brian Mulroney (another conservative… hmm).

You can read more about it here, here, here and here.

Interestingly enough: if your only source of news is the Ceeb, you’d never know about this. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it’s just buried under something else. “Canada’s news,” indeed… 🙄

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.

Well now, isn’t this something? I have to admit that I’m taking a little sadistic schadenfreude at the news that some French guy (Quebecois, not of the France variety) is getting the same treatment that Anglophones have been getting in this country for decades. Think about this: how many of you out there have lost, or know someone who’s lost a job because you couldn’t speak French or couldn’t speak it good enough? Well some dude from Quebec has finally gotten a taste of what we’ve been having shoved down our throats for years…

Yup, you guessed it: he got canned for having crappy English…

EDMONTON (Sun Media) – A Quebec ironworker is accusing Suncor of discrimination after he was fired for poor English, but a spokesman for the oil giant says poor communication can be dangerous.

The dismissal prompted a second Quebecer to quit Suncor in protest and has incensed the local ironworkers union, which is demanding Suncor do more to accommodate French-speaking tradesmen.

[…]

“Come work in Alberta, they say. Just not if you speak French – that’s what they mean,” Pelletier said.

Well, guess what, dickweed? Welcome to my world. I’ve lost out on plenty of jobs because my French sucks. And some of those were jobs where the odds of bumping into a French Canuck were about as good as Smirkin’ Jack!’s chances of being PM. And don’t even get me started on the topic of trying to find a job anyplace in Quebec if you’re an Anglophone…

And — just in case you hadn’t noticed, bonehead — YOU’RE IN ALBERTA! The overwhelming majority of the people there speak ENGLISH. Learn it. Anglos get treated like lepers in la belle province, so it’s only fair that you get a dose of your own medicine. If it’s good for the goose, it’s good for the gander.

Honk, honk, asshole.

As if there weren’t enough wrong with our injustice justice system already, we get a little insult to go with the injury popping up in, of all places, Alberta. It seems that multiple-murdering scumbag Daljit Singh Dulay is of the opinion that having to serve even the wussy-assed 25-year excuse for a life sentence that is all you can get in this country is just too much to ask of him.

That’s right; Daljit the twit thinks he should be able to file for parole after serving a piddling 15 years for gunning down three people — Mukesh Sharma, Gary Dulay and Kulvinder Dulay — with an assault rifle in Calgary in ’91. For those of you that might need a refresher on this bastard, he’s the one that hunted down his sister for a little old-fashioned honour killing after she eloped with someone her family didn’t approve of:

Mukesh, owner of a video store in a Marlborough strip mall, had hired close friends Gary Dulay, 28, and his wife Kulvinder 20, to do some renovations. The couple had fled to Calgary from Vancouver to elope.

What Mukesh and the Dulays didn’t know was Kulvinder’s brother Daljit, furious over the marriage that went against the family’s wishes, hired a private investigator to track down the couple so he could carry out a so-called honour killing.

After hiding out in Calgary for a month, Daljit found his sister and her husband in their car, leaving Mukesh’s shop.

He walked up to the car and fired almost 30 bullets into the young couple.

Mukesh, who had been in his own car with his pregnant wife Parveen, and young children, noticed a pregnant woman running towards his store for safety.

Mukesh ran to the woman and placed himself between her and Daljit –taking a fatal shot — while saving her life.

Daljit was convicted of two counts of first-degree murder and one count of second-degree murder and sentenced to life in prison with not so much as an apology to the families.

And this asshole wants a Get Out Of Jail Free card. And what do you think is going to happen if he does manage to say all the right warm, fuzzy, social worker pablum and get himself sprung under that “faint hope” clause? Well, there’s the final insult right there:

When convicted triple murderer Daljit Singh Dulay is granted parole, he will likely be deported to India without having to finish his sentence, say officials.

Isn’t that just ducky? And do you know what the WORST part about this is? If he gets off scotfree, I won’t be surprised at all. It’ll be just another in a long line of stupid judge tricks that we’ve been seeing in this country for years.

Now THIS is my kind of cop. The more I read about him, the more I like him. Everybody and their dog knows that the so-called “criminal justice system” in this country is nothing more than a criminal-coddling crock of… well, you know. But Calgary Const. Shaun Horne went and did what damn near every cop in the land — not to mention more than a few just plain decent, law-abiding folks — have been itching to do for years: After idiot JP Kristine Robidoux gave career criminal Albert Walter Brazill — a lifelong scumbag with over 65 criminal convictions — a free pass out of the county bucket, Const. Horne stood up in the courtroom and ripped Her Bullshitness a new one.

You can read more about it here, here, here and here. As Rick Bell put it best in today’s Calgary Sun:

What happens when a city cop tells the truth about our justice system? In PC Calgary, he gets yanked off the street and hit with a suspension

Guilty of speaking what everybody knows to be true.

Our so-called justice system IS a mockery and a joke.

Ask any cop.

Ask any criminal.

Ask any victim of crime.

But Const. Shaun Horne, with 25 years of fighting bad guys under his belt, just doesn’t think the fact. He actually says the words.

And the butt-covering city police bigwigs, anxious not to offend the sensibilities of judges, mete out the discipline at the public school board meeting room.

With the clock ticking off toward his last day, a police hearing suspends the constable for a week without pay.

There is not much more they can do. Horne is out the door early in the new year. But the message is clear.

If the officer had years to go before the finish line they’d be getting the nails and the wood out.

“It would be suicidal,” says Rambo Al Koenig, the mince-no-words police association prez.

“Out of fear of reprisals anyone speaking out would have to swallow their pride and their principles.”

But Horne could speak up and did speak up when one Albert Walter Brazill appeared in court for not paying his bar tab.

Brazill is a piece of work, a career criminal with 65 convictions — everything from extortion, kidnapping, forcible confinement to thefts, multiple break and enters, vehicle theft, armed robbery, frauds, forgeries, assaults, many impaired driving and drug beefs and more than once failing to show up to court.

Brazill has nothing to say but tells justice of the peace Kristine Robidoux he needs an alcohol program.

He says he is in Calgary looking for work as a painter but nobody will get him painter pants. Then he gives some sob story about not being able to score work of any kind because he was hit over the head in Regina and his ID was stolen.

“I can’t win,” he says. But he does win, 65 convictions and all.

Robidoux says: “I am just not satisfied the ends of justice are met by having this person detained for the better part of a week.”

Brazill asks if that’s it, realizes it is, thanks Robidoux and smirks at Horne the cop, who’s seen the revolving door so many times before.

Horne calls him a piece of … you know.

Horne then asks the JP if she is “going to release everybody” and calls Brazill’s walk “a joke” and “a mockery.”

By the way, the released Brazill doesn’t show up for his next court date.

Yesterday, it is Horne on the hot seat, three counts of discreditable conduct. Insp. Paul Manuel, representing the police brass, sounds off like a paragon of virtue.

Horne brought “discredit on the reputation of the service” and there must be a strong message to the ranks that “this type of behaviour will not be condoned and must be dealt with severely.”

Manuel waxes on about Horne’s “barrage” of “insulting and condescending language” stating “the seriousness of the matter cannot be overstated.”

“The public interest must be considered,” says the inspector. Right. Since when was the public interest ever considered.

Besides, the constable won’t say sorry and Robidoux the JP is reportedly shocked and gets angry calls at home from the public.

Manuel asks for Horne to get two weeks without pay. He is given one. It is the sad end for a good cop.

Rambo Al says the badges on the street will now know the drill. “No matter what injustice you see, keep your mouth shut,” says Koenig.

Horne has no regrets. He’d do the same but maybe be a little choosier about the words.

He is still frustrated but gets some small comfort from the support of fellow- officers who every day deal with the cushiness of the courts and the public relations blather from their politically correct superiors.

Horne is not surprised by the outcome.

“In my mind, this was over before it started,” he says.

He retires knowing the system is “nowhere near fair” and it isn’t changing any time soon. But the police officer does not shy away from the consequences. Horne says he was offered a reprimand and wouldn’t take it. He will not bend the knee.

When it is over, Manuel shamelessly offers a handshake and the obligatory happy retirement wish to Horne.

The constable just turns away.