Archive for: April 2007

I know; not a lot of posting getting done here lately, but I couldn’t let this pass by now, could I?

A very happy 48th birthday today to our Prime Minister, the Right Honourable Stephen Harper. 🙂

HMPM Harper was born April 30, 1959 in Toronto (nobody’s perfect, eh?), the eldest of Margaret and Joseph Harper’s three sons.

Congratulations, Steve, and many happy returns.

I had this whole post all written out.  I was surfing around, saw “14-year-old Quebec boy dies in fight over baseball cap,” and that was all I needed.  It was pretty good too, if I do say so myself.  All kinds of fire and brimstone about the YCJA, lenience, and little criminal bastards.

Yup, it was pretty good.

Then, before I hit the “publish” button, I got the odd urge to take another look.  Turns out that’s a good thing, I guess.

As many of you have no doubt heard by now, there was a schoolyard fight in Trois Pistoles, Que., apparently over a hat, and one kid was killed.  On the surface of it, this is a no-brainer for someone like me:  Kid kills, kid is little murdering bastard; let him rot.  No fuss, no muss, no excuses.  Then I got a little more details…

As near as I can tell so far — and I DON’T have all the details — the more I look at this, the more it looks like a freak incident of a schoolyard fight gone horribly, horribly wrong.  Reports like John Grant’s from CTV (see it here) are calling this a “one-punch fight.”  Not exactly the kind of brutality that I’m in the habit of raving about.

I also have to admit that this gives me a bit of a “there but for the grace of God…” feeling.  I remember getting into more than a few slobberknockers when I was young.  Looking back, I have to admit that any one of them could have had this same one-in-a-million outcome.  But it’s still just that: one in a million.

Let’s face it: boys are boys.  All the social engineering efforts notwithstanding, we are and will always be what we are.  Based on what I know at this point, this is not an example of youth run wild.  This is a schoolyard fight gone tragically wrong.

Am I advocating that the kid who is still alive be let off scott free?

NO.

You killed somebody, kid.  Whether you meant to or not, the result is the same and you need to be held answerable for that.  You’re not a murderer.  But someone is dead by your hand and, if you’re ever going to be a man, you need to take responsibility for what you do.  Involuntary manslaughter.  You did what you did.  Now you pay for it.

Could I be completely wrong in all this?

Oh, yes I could.  But this is as honest as I can be, with what I know.

Everybody — or at least, everybody that comes here with any frequency — knows damned well that I like to go on and on about things that tick me off.  It’s what I do.  Every now and then, though, something comes down the pipe that just… well, speaks volumes for itself.

The latest idiocy is nothing less than a thinly-velied appeal to vulgarity.  Nothing more, nothing less.  But then, really, just what can we expect from a carpet knight?

… Where the Revolving Courthouse Doorâ„¢ stops, nobody knows. Wish I could say that I’m somehow surprised by any of this bullshit anymore, but I’m not. Are you? Is anybody?

Seriously folks, if the shitskulls that pass for judges in this country can’t even be expected to keep an asshole locked up for killing a cop, who in their right mind is going to expect them to keep somebody behind bars for just assaulting a couple of cops?  Just one more example of how yet another judge is dumber than the average bear:

London’s police chief says he’s “disappointed but not surprised” a man accused of roughing up two officers at a downtown strip club was released on bail yesterday.

“There’s something that’s got to get fixed here,” said Chief Murray Faulkner. “It’s not getting better.”

Marcus Cornelisse, 32, is charged with three counts of assaulting police.

He was released on $20,000 bail. Justice of the Peace Elaine Babcock placed a publication ban on evidence at the hearing.

But of course there’s a publication ban. After all, we can’t have the integtity of our judicial system brought into disrepute by exposing the idiocy of the Robed ‘Roos® exposed to the prying eyes of the unwashed masses now, can we?  Hell, no!  If that happened, somebody out there might get the silly notion into their heads that some of these idiots should actually start having to seriously account to someone for the asshattery that they so regularly perpetrate on the rest of society.

I’ve said it before and I’m gonna say it again now (just on the off chance that anybody somehow managed to miss it):

• Judges will get serious about theft when enough judges’ cars get stolen.
• Judges will get serious about violence when enough judges get beaten up.
• Judges will get serious about murder when enough judges’ brothers or sons get killed.
• Judges will get serious about rape when enough judges’ wives or daughters get raped.

That’s it; that’s all there is to it.  Judges don’t give two shits about what happens to you, your family, or anybody else, because to them crime is just something that a) happens to somebody else, and b) keeps them in a cushy, overly-influential job.

I don’t give a damn if it’s an “American idea” or not; we need to start electing these buggers, so that they can finally be forced to explain themselves to REAL PEOPLE who live in the REAL WORLD.

That’s right: REAL PEOPLE, not a closed clique of over-educated idiots with skulls packed full of utopian, pie-in-the-sky, hug-a-thug social worker bullshit ideas that, to paraphrase Orwell, are so wrong that only a very educated person could believe them.  Because the mountain of evidence is showing, beyond a reasonable doubt, that we are smarter than they are.

Are you listening, Mr Nicholson?

. . . Quebec Superior Court Justice Jean-Guy Boilard (the same shithead that nearly screwed up the Hells Angels trial), for being the first idiot in the history of Canadian justice to let a cop killer out through the revolving door. That’s right: in spite of all the other idiotic crap the judiciary in this country has pulled in the past few decades, they have at least managed to refrain from springing cop killers at the drop of a hat. Not anymore. Basil Parasiris got his little pat on the head in a Montreal court yesterday, for technicality bullshit that could have come straight from the script of the cheesiest courtroom Law & Order episode:

[…] Boilard ruled yesterday police weren’t justified in using a battering ram to enter Parasiris’s home. Boilard also noted a search warrant did not grant police permission to enter the home at night. The accused claims he thought a home invasion was being carried out when police barged into his south-shore residence to execute the warrant. While on bail, Parasiris has been ordered to live with his parents and obey a 7 p.m. to 6 a.m. curfew. But before Parasiris moves in, his father, George Sr., will have to remove two hunting rifles that are in the home.

Yup. Go to your room, mister and think about what you did. As if we actually needed yet another nugget of proof that judges in this country are both out of control and out of touch with reality. To the best of my knowledge, no cop killer has ever gotten bail in Canada. EVER. And along comes Butthead Boilard.

But hey, it’s all okay, right? After all, he’s going to have to live with his parents and we all know that, when a judge tells someone to stay at mommy and daddy’s house, they always stay put, don’t they?

After he skipped out on the Hells Angels trial back in ’02, Judge Bobblehead said that he wanted to “take time to ponder his future as a judge.”

The son of a bitch should have pondered harder.

And before anybody even thinks about giving me any of that “hey, buddy; that’s alleged cop-killer” bullshit, remember that this bastard admitted to what he did! And Boilard knew it, too:

Despite being advised several times after killing a police officer that he had the right to remain silent, Basil Parasiris confessed to what he did and expressed remorse.

Expressed remorse. Don’t they all?

Let’s go out on a limb here. Just this once. Here it is. With NO commentary whatsoever. Make of it what you will.