Category: Canada

I cracked my Freeps this morning and whaddaya know? News, both good and annoying. The annoying part is the my city is currently harbouring Michigan’s Matt David Lowell, a Yank deserter who has chosen to tuck tail and scurry north of the border rather than do the duty that he swore to do. The good part is that this little bugger has just gotten the word from the Immigration and Refugee Board on how his application for refugee status went.

Refugee from the United States. From arguably the freest country in the world; a place where you can go from baggage handler to billionaire; where nobody ever starves, anybody can vote (and “anybody can become president; that’s one of the risks you take” 🙂 ) and political dissidents have a habit of not disappearing. In different circumstances, I could probably laugh my balls off at that idea.

But these aren’t different circumstances. This is my country and this gutless prick is trying to pass himself off as a refugee. The Immigration and Refugee Board issued their decision in typical bureaucratic style, taking eight damn pages to say one lousy word:

Fuggeddaboudit.

But the recent immigration board decision likely means Lowell could be shipped back to the U.S. within the next year.

His punishment for desertion, the board’s decision reads, wouldn’t “amount to persecution or . . . cruel and unusual punishment” — factors that can lead to successful refugee claims in Canada.

Gee whiz, the damn bureaucrats got something right for a change. I just have one question left: what the hell’s with that “shipped back to the U.S. within the next year” bullshit? What’s the God damned holdup? I haven’t been able to confirm it, but I’m pretty friggin’ sure that this bastard probably has a warrant for his arrest south of the border.

In other words, he’s a wanted criminal. Canada and the US have an extradition treaty, remember? That means that if somebody commits a crime in Canada and then screws off to the States, they ship his sorry ass right back to us. That treaty works both ways.

Remember what happened the last time some American scumbag tried to hang his hat on this side of the border? Everybody totally flipped their wigs. Some even suggested that he should be stuffed in a trunk and dropped on the American side of the border, and not necessarily on dry land. So why the deafening silence over Lowell’s presence in my home and native land?

Oh yeah, I forgot; Lowell’s not a scumbag. He’s not some gutless waste of skin who VOLUNTEERED for military service in time of war only to — when the time came to actually DO his duty — tuck tail and run, leaving the other men in his unit to pick up the slack. No, no, boys and girls. The high an’ mighty Matty Davey Lowell is that Holiest Of The Holies of the anti-military nutjob cult: a Conscientious Objector.

What utter bullshit. This asshole wasn’t drafted, he volunteered, just like every other soldier in the American Armed Forces. It’s not like he didn’t know what he was getting into; he signed up after the 9/11 attacks on New York and Washington. There is no way in hell that he couldn’t have known that he was going to get sent into combat. Say what you want to about the US military’s admittance standards when it comes to intelligence, but they aren’t THAT damned low. Now, he pukes up the most relentlessly recycled of the trendy antiwar pap right on cue to anyone that will listen: “I wanted to go to Afghanistan, not Iraq!”

More bullshit. This shithead wants us to think that it’s been soldiers’ God-given right down through the ages to pick and choose what orders they follow and what ones they don’t. Any idiot knows without even joining the army that, especially in wartime, soldiers exist for three reasons and ONLY three reasons: killing, dying, and doing as we’re told. Pretty it up and dump whatever euphemisms you want on it but those three are what it all boils down to, because that’s how you win a war. Period.

So spare me the song and dance about how this chickenshit’s supposed morals. He’s a coward, plain and simple.  People with principles don’t run for the hills, they take a stand.
Finally, while we’re blowing wind out our asses about conscientious objectors, bear this in mind: Fred Topham was a conscientious objector. Because of his faith, he refused to carry a weapon but he sure as hell didn’t run away, either. For those of you not familiar with “Toppy’s” story:

On 24th March 1945, Corporal Topham, a medical orderly, parachuted with his Battalion on to a strongly defended area east of the Rhine. At about 11:00 hours, whilst treating casualties sustained in the drop, a cry for help came from a wounded man in the open. Two medical orderlies from a field ambulance went out to this man in succession but both were killed as they knelt beside the casualty. Without hesitation and on his own initiative, Corporal Toham went forward through intense fire to replace the orderlies who had been killed before his eyes. As he worked on the wounded man, he was himself shot in the face. In spite of severe bleeding and intense pain, he never faltered in his task.

Having completed immediate first aid, he carried the wounded man steadily and slowly back through continuous fire to the shelter of a wood. During the next two hours Corporal Topham refused all offers of medical help for his own wounds. He worked most devotedly throughout this period to bring in wounded, showing complete disregard for the heavy and accurate enemy fire.

On his way back to his company he came across a carrier which had received a direct hit. Enemy mortar bombs were still dropping around, and the carrier itself was burning fiercely and its own mortar ammunition was exploding. An experienced officer on the spot had warned all not to approach the carrier. Corporal Topham, however, immediately went out alone in spite of the blasting ammunition and enemy fire, and rescued the three occupants of the carrier. He brought these men back across the open and although one died almost immediately afterwards, he arranged for the evacuation of the other two, who undoubtedly owe their lives to him.

This N.C.O. showed sustained gallantry of the highest order. For six hours, most of the time in great pain, he performed a series of acts of outstanding bravery and his magnificent and selfless courage inspired all those who witnessed it.

London Gazette, 3 August 1945

For his valour and courage under fire, Frederick George Topham was awarded the Victoria Cross, the highest award on the British Commonwealth for the recognition of valour in the face of the enemy. The next time you want to call some chickenshit like Matt Lowell a “conscientious objector,” take a second to consider what yardstick you should be using to define that.

As for Lowell, the bottom of the Freeps article has this little tidbit:

IF YOU GO

What: Public meeting for those interested in resisting the Iraq war and offering support to military resisters.

When: Thursday, 7 p.m.

Where: Tolpuddle housing co-operative, common room, 380 Adelaide St., at King Street, in London.

Who: Speakers, including a local war resister.

“Local war resister.” Gee, I wonder who that could possible be? So it looks like little Matty’s going to try to cash in his Andy Warhol minutes. Feel free to turn our and make your opinions known as well.

Hey, Matty…
You say that you’re “so sick of running” and “don’t want to have to look over [your] shoulder every day, wondering if this is the day somebody comes to [you] and says, ‘What you did was wrong’…?”  The solution is simple: get your worthless little chickenshit ass the hell back to Fort Lewis, stand in front of that Court Martial and face the consequences of your choice.

You say you’re no coward; I say prove it.

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.

Well, I didn’t see this one coming. Usually this is the kind of common sense that you just don’t see from a Lefty but hey, truth really is stranger than fiction. According to the story currently floating about, it seems that some clever little bureaucratic buggers in Queen’s Park seem to think that they’re the second coming of Martha Stewart. They’ve taken it into their little taxpayer-funded heads to yank out and replace all the drapes in the Queen’s Park offices. Never mind that there’s nothing wrong with the ones that are there now; that would just confuse the issue.

That’s right: it seems that those nasty drapes just have to go. As much as this latest waste of my money irks me, it’s not what baffles the bejabbers out of me. Nope. What has me scratching my head damn near hard enough to make my scalp bleed is that the only one who seems to have stood up and called “bullshit” on behalf of Ontario taxpayers so far isn’t a Tory, like you’d expect. He’s not a blue Grit, either. He’s a… er, well… he’s a Dipper… 😯

Peter Kormos is refusing to relinquish his old office curtains for what he describes as an unnecessary and expensive window-dressing exercise at Queen’s Park.

The NDP MPP said he was told by staff that all draperies are being replaced to give the legislative building a uniform look from the outside.

“If Martha Stewart gets elected to the legislature maybe we could understand how this would be a priority,” Kormos told Sun Media yesterday.

Kormos said that when he pressed staff to justify the expense, he was told the new curtains are fireproof.

No one is allowed to smoke in the building, and the existing curtains are in good shape with no signs of deterioration, he said.

“It’s just silly,” Kormos said. “I said, ‘No way, I don’t want you touching my drapes.'”

Well ain’t that the damnedest thing you’ve seen lately? Guess that’s gonna leave ol’ John Guess-What-Party-I’m-With standing there with that “he stole my balloons!” look on his face.

I never thought I’d say this but, hat’s off to the Dipper…

Quick: what’s black and white with a cherry on top? Any dieas? Aw, come on now, at least one of you out there must have some idea what I’m babbling about. Some of you must have heard the question before. If you know the answer to that one, you’re probably at least as old as me and you’re also going to find this picture to be, shall we say, vaguely familiar:

Yes, that really is just what it looks like: the OPP are back in black… and white. It seems that the OPP have decided to do away with the white cruisers that they’ve been puttering around in since the late 80s or so and get back to the good ol’ black-and-white. And no, it’s got nothing to do with going retro. 🙄 One of the main reasons for the return to the old school paint job is visibility, plain and simple:

“We welcome the return of the traditional black and white cruisers,” said Minister Kwinter. “Their enhanced visibility on Ontario’s major highways will add significantly to the safe driving message we want to reinforce with the motoring public. We support the OPP and the important work police officers are doing to keep our communities safe,” added Minister Kwinter.

The black and white cruisers will provide a distinctive presence to OPP stepped-up efforts to make Ontario highways safer and to bring traffic safety issues in line with other important public safety issues and concerns.

“Officer and public safety are the primary concerns,” said Commissioner Fantino. “The black and white patrol vehicle will be instantly recognizable as an OPP patrol car and, with the new LED high visibility roof lights and vehicle markings, will have a greater impact on the visibility of OPP vehicles patrolling our communities and our roadways,” added Commissioner Fantino.

Yeah, you can spot those things about a mile away, as near as I can remember. And yeah, most of slow down when we see a cop car. All we need now is for some loopy lefty to start hooting about “turning back the clock” that the story can be complete… 😆

Well, now; lookie here, willya? The Smoking Stasi have new marching orders. Check out what the Fiberals tried to do on the Q-T. It seems that the high-falutin’ Mr “I-Know-What’s-Best-For-You” Jim Watson (Dolt McSquinty’s Ontario Fiberal Minister of Health Promotion) has nothing but your best interests at heart when it comes to banning smoking. Unless you go someplace like a casino, where the Ontario government gets a cut.

Government-owned casinos in Windsor and Niagara Falls are allowed to build outdoor shelters for smokers, even though bars and restaurants in Ontario cannot do so under a provincewide smoking ban, Health Promotion Minister Jim Watson said yesterday.

The Smoke Free Ontario Act, which became law in June, doesn’t allow bars and restaurants to provide enclosed areas to protect smoking patrons from the weather, but Mr. Watson said casinos aren’t covered by that provision because their main business is not serving food or alcohol.

Yeppers. If you slide on in to your local pub (maybe run by a guy having almost as much fun making ends meet as you are) and you feel like a smoke while you’re there, you gotta stand outside in the elements and get soaked, freeze your arse off, or whatever. That’s because, under that lovely little thing called the Smoke Free Ontario Act, that the Grits decided to beat us over the head with, bars and restaurants aren’t allowed to provide even semi-enclosed areas to protect smoking customers from the rain, snow, sleet and other things that aren’t supposed to bother mailmen.

But HEY! Guess what? If you wanna go and blow a bunch of your hard-earned dough in some slots joint where the back-scratching swine from the Big Smoke can snout up to the trough, you get to light up in a jolly little “outdoor covered structure” with walls and a roof and probably ashtrays, too.

Can you say “bullshit,” boys and girls? I knew you could. As the Freeps put it in their editorial page today:

Uh-oh.

This sounds like trouble, smells like a rat and looks like one rule for the government, another for the private sector. To be sure, it’s an injustice of the highest order for Ontario’s hospitality industry.

It’s cynical, it’s hypocritical, it’s a betrayal and it may mark the point at which Ontarians finally lose all faith in the provincial Liberals.

Well, okay. Maybe something good will come out of all this two-faced sanctimony, after all.

We were told, in the most melodramatic of tones, by the Fiberals that the smoking ban was being brought in to protect workers from the Great Plague Of Western Civilization, second hand smoke. The latest HypoGrit hyperbole is that these little smoking pits are all fine and dandy because, Watson has barfed, employees will not have to enter these shelters.

HEY, ASSHOLE: pub and eatery owners were saying the same God damned thing over a year ago when you saddled them with your little bullshit law in the first place!! They also told you that if make going out a pain in the ass for smokers, places like them were going to lose money. Could it be that you’ve finally gotten it through your thick skulls that smokers are going to go to some other place to smoke… and take their money with them? Just like bingo halls and charities said they would.

The casino plan quietly received the green light as revenues plummet because of the tough, new no-smoking law.

Well, DUH! The Grits hooted away that there would be no such drop in revenues because, with all those nasty smokers out of the way, non-smokers would start coming out in droves and smokers would still keep coming out, anyway. Well, that never happened, did it?

News flash, HypoGrits: I smoke. It’s MY CHOICE. And I don’t like going to places where I can’t. Given the choice between a) going out and having to freeze my ass off and b) staying in and having a few friends over to watch the game, have some brews, scarf back some BBQ, whatever… I’m choosing B 9 times out of 10. I used to go out a lot; not anymore. And that’s why so many pubs and restaurants are closing, even though you boneheads said they wouldn’t. You assholes annoyed a bunch of us and cost plenty of other people their jobs.

And, come election day, we aren’t going to forget that.

This is kind of interesting, given the context of what I’m in the middle of right now. The Freeps has been doing an ongoing series on racism, immigration, multiculturalism, etc for the past few days now and as part of today’s bit, they had two rather interesting pieces, here and here, that asked the question, “is multiculturalism working?” As you can imagine, one is pro and the other con.

What I find interesting isn’t that Augie Fleras, comfortable in the majority, spouts all the usual leftist, feel-good, “inclusiveness” rhetoric that one comes to expect from multicult apologists. The clear indication is that nice people like multiculturalism, with the unasked question being, of course, “if nice folks like it, what must be the kind that don’t?”

No, what I find interesting is that the one to denounce this failed experiment is Mahfooz Kanwar, a Pakistani immigrant and (supposedly, according to multicultists) one of the people having the most to gain from the policy. Yes, he used to support the idea because he “believed it gave us a sense of pluralism, diversity and a variety of cultural and social customs.” But it didn’t take long for this man, from a fractious country himself, to see the flaws in the system. An interesting example of those flaws — and what they lead to — can be found in a June, 2006 column by the Cowtown Sun’s Licia Corbella, written not long after the arrests of the TO17:

Dr. Mahfooz Kanwar recently attended Calgary’s largest mosque for a funeral.

At one point in the proceedings, a man Kanwar has known for more than three decades led the prayers.

“He was saying in Urdu (the official language of Pakistan): ‘Oh, God, protect us from the infidels, who pollute us with their vile ways,'” recalls Kanwar, a professor of sociology at Mount Royal College in Calgary.

“I stood up and grabbed him by the lapels, which was shocking even to me because I have never done anything like that in my life and I said: ‘How dare you attack my country.’ And then I addressed the crowd and said: ‘I have known this man for more than 30 years and he has been on welfare for almost all of those years.’ ”

Kanwar chuckles at the memory.

“Then I said to this semi-literate man, ‘you should thank me and those you call infidels.’

“He asked me why and I said: ‘Because the taxes I pay are putting food on your table as are the taxes of the so-called “infidels.’ ”

Most Canadians and many Muslims would applaud Dr. Kanwar’s righteous outburst. But guess which of the two men is no longer welcome at the Sarcee Tr. S.W. mosque?

Not the intolerant, hate-spewing semi-literate. No, it’s Dr. Kanwar who’s persona non grata.

That, says Kanwar, is just one of numerous instances he has experienced as a result of the culture of ignorance and intolerance that permeates so many mosques in Canada and throughout the world.

I keep asking how many times a man has to see something happen over and over before he’s allowed to say he can see it coming.

Still waiting for an answer…