Let me start off by giving a little credit where it’s due for a change. Just for the giggles of it.
Here’s to Jane Sims and the Freeps for alerting us to the clear and present danger of “the man.” Apparently Sims and her paper felt compelled to give us a heads-up on this because “the man” is a real Class-A sack of maggot puke. You see, it’s kind of like this:
“The man” is a career pervert with a history going back 20 years or more, including “three sexual assaults, six convictions for invitation to sexual touching of a child under 14, two convictions of sexual interference and one for weapons possession,” according to the Freeps article. His latest conviction came when he pleaded guilty to a minor physical assault on his ex-girlfriend…
He was convicted of harassing her by threatening to harm any man she was with and telling her she had to go to him each week for sex.
He was also convicted of possession of child pornography for a photo on his computer showing a seven-year-old girl.
The common-law wife had to leave a job and move away because of the crimes. She fears for her safety.
Quite the charmer, huh? For that, “the man” got 30 months. Lop off 18 months for Pizza Parlour Justice™, and that leaves him with a year to go. Unless you count that little statutory release thing that the leftbots don’t like you bringing up. That’ll knock off a third of the whole thing, meaning he’s gonna be out walking the streets in two friggin’ months.
Aw, don’t go gettin’ all freaked out, now. After he gets spun out the revolving door, “the man” will be subject to a 10-year supervision order, where he’ll have to take his saltpeter, stay away from places with kids in them, and won’t be allowed to own guns or stick his pathetic excuse for a wiener in any more kids. Ever ever again. So there. And we know it’ll all work out fine; we know it from past experience and what his shrink had to say about him:
Psychiatrist Philip Klassen from the Centre of Addiction and Mental Health examined the man and determined he didn’t suffer from a major mental illness but did suffer from “a personality disorder, paraphilias, a probable attention deficit-hyperactivity disorder and borderline intellectual functioning.”
Klassen said the biggest concern was the man’s “bisexual pedophilia” and said he was a high risk to re-offend.
Assistant Crown attorney Peter Rollings told Jenkins the man was warned in 2006 he could face a dangerous offender application if he re-offended. The man had not taken prescribed sex drive reduction medication and failed to comply with court orders.
Ain’t justice peachy? And this sack of fertilizer is going to be back out on the streets in 2 months. The same streets as your kids and mine. There’s just one little question remaining:
(Gonna start off with a big ol’ tip o’ the tuque to Jeremy for dropping this in my inbox)
You know things are looking bad for Big Nanny when she’s getting hit from so many sides at once. Everyone knows that Big Nanny’s convinced that there’s nothing you can do that she can’t do better, including and especially deciding what’s best for your kids.
Whether we wanted it or not, knew it or not, over time, the work of child-welfare organizations has become “parenting by the state and the imposition of their value system on other people,” says Marty McKay, a clinical psychologist who has worked on abuse cases in the U.S and Canada. Provincial agencies have the power to intervene when children are considered “at risk” of abuse or neglect – even if none has actually occurred. Or, where spousal abuse happens, but kids are untouched. And what they do with the children they take can sometimes be worse than what they suffered at home.
Then we have another favourite social-engineering sledgehammer, the Human Lefts Commissions which have popped up across the land like warts on a toad’s arse. Curiously enough, they’ve been yelping a lot lately about how they want to “engage in the debate” that has swirled around their malfeasance lately. I call bullshit on that; and so does Ezra Levant.
Yup; this right here is totally how you engage in a debate. Not. This kind of buffoonery would actually be funny as hell under different circumstances…
This evening, Jennifer Lynch, the chief commissar of the Canadian Human Rights Commission, tried to have CTV Newsnet kick me off their interview program Power Play, hosted by Tom Clark.
To their great credit, CTV refused to be bullied — and it was Lynch who wound up off the show.
[This was originally posted on December 17, 2006 and now I make a habit of dusting it off every year at this time. It wasn’t written by me; my son wrote it (most of it, anyway) and today’s the best day to let everyone have another look at it. So kick back and enjoy, and I’ll say it again: Edward, you did one heck of a good job.]
Aside from the not-so-occasional “I told you so” that I rather enjoy beating Lefties over the head with, I’m not much one for tooting my own horn. I do not, however, have any problem at all with bragging up my boy.
Elementary school ain’t what it used to be, what with some of the useless feel-good social engineering crap that they try to to cram down kids’ throats these days. It seems sometimes like nothing of real value, especially history, gets taught anymore. But I’m not going to be ranting about that right now. Nope. Nosiree. Because when it came time to pick a project, my boy didn’t have to “get stuck” with anything. He chose his own topic and not only am I proud of his choice, I think he did pretty darned good at it, too.
Yeah, yeah; proud dad = BIG surprise, I know. 🙄 But here it is in its entirety, nonetheless. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
[And before anybody wonders, “how much of this did dad do,” the answer is: not too darn much. My part consisted of helping look up specific info and offering suggestions on spelling and grammar; some of which he took, some he didn’t. After all, this is his project and so they are his decisions and he takes responsibility for them. There’s more to be learned here than just history. 😉 I also added the graphics and links that appear in this post but are not in his essay, just to spice up the page a bit. The rest, and the credit for it, is all his.] (more…)
Sweet jumpin’ Jesus! I knew things were bad but just when the hell did things go this far off the damned rails???
For decades now, the illustrious forces of Those Who Know What’s Best For You have been passing one law after another, for no other apparent reason than trying to put the Darwin Awards out of business. There’s actually still a statute on the books against “sexual congress” with polar bears. 😯 How the hell that one ever came about in the first place, I do not want to know…
Naturally, all this meddlesome governmental busybody-ness led to greater and greater intrusion into our lives on the part of those who believe right down to their bones that an individual is just too damned stupid to be trusted to act in their own best interests. That was all bad enough, but Big Nanny seems to have totally lost it with her latest stunt. It seems we can’t even be trusted to ride a damned escalator by ourselves anymore:
Anyone who has ridden an escalator and bothered to pay attention has seen – and likely ignored – little signs suggesting riders hold the grimy handrail.
In Montreal’s subway system, the friendly advice seems to have taken on the force of law, backed by a $100 fine.
Bela Kosoian, a 38-year-old mother of two, says when she didn’t hold the handrail Wednesday she was cuffed, dragged into a small holding cell and fined.
Why can I never be making this stuff up? The article also mentions that the victim (because that’s what she is: a victim of a maniacally overweening state) “had been sick and feared catching a new bug.” I don’t know about you, but I’ve seen some escalator rails that I wouldn’t have grabbed with Pierre Trudeau’s hand!
And just what does the Société de transport de Montréal, the malignant Nanny in question for our story, have to say about all this? Well, it’s basically the same thing that all tyrants have to say for themselves, of course. Just with a little customization to their interests:
it is forbidden for all persons to disobey a directive or a pictogram posted by the Société.
Yes, indeed comrade; we can’t have those stinking proletariats disobeying the Holy Directives now, can we? Now let’s just sit back and watch the show as they try to backpedal when the shit hits the Public Outrage Fan®.
At least it should be a way to kill a slow afternoon.
I know I haven’t been posting so much lately — too many other projects are just eating up every spare moment that I have. But THIS needs to be talked about. This is where I call “bullshit!” on our bassackwards excuse for a justice system.
It’s bad enough that the liberal mindset has created a system that is unwilling, unable, or both, to protect decent citizens. That alone is enough to make the blood boil. But now we see that, not only is “the system” not going to protect you and your family, but if you do it yourself… it’ll be YOU that they come after.
Just who the hell do you think you are, defending yourself like that? How dare you? You should just lie down and take it, and wallow in your victimhood like we tell you to.
Now, before some excusemongering son of a bitch out there starts flapping his peckerholster about everything from “anger management” to “that’s what the police are for,” take a damned minute and ask yourself this: If it was YOUR family, just what would YOU do??
Personally, I think this guy was pretty restrained…
Dad charged for assaulting bully
Internet insults of wife, daughter, drove him to shove teenage trash-talker By MICHELE MANDEL
Yeah, you read that right… he “shoved” the little punk. That’s all. Keep reading. (more…)
I know I’m a few days late, but here it is anyway.
This is not a guy that I expect any profundities from… at all. I have to admit, he managed to surprise me a few times here (hokey-assed jokes notwithstanding).
It’s in ten parts, so you might want to grab a coffee first.
Let me start off by giving a little credit where it’s due for a change. Just for the giggles of it.
Quite the charmer, huh? For that, “the man” got 30 months. Lop off 18 months for Pizza Parlour Justice™, and that leaves him with a year to go. Unless you count that little statutory release thing that the leftbots don’t like you bringing up. That’ll knock off a third of the whole thing, meaning he’s gonna be out walking the streets in two friggin’ months.
(Gonna start off with a big ol’ tip o’ the tuque to Jeremy for dropping this in my inbox)
Aside from the not-so-occasional “I told you so” that I rather enjoy beating Lefties over the head with, I’m not much one for tooting my own horn. I do not, however, have any problem at all with bragging up my boy.
