Pat Condell …
… has a wee bit to say about our HLCs:
Category: CorruptionJuly 23, 2008June 29, 2008Lorna LambastedOh, dear. Thin-skinned thespian lesbian Lorna Pardy doesn’t seem to be garnering any sympathy from the expected quarters. You might be wondering to yourself, “who the hell is Lorna Pardy?” Well, Lorna’s a dyke with no sense of humour. Apparently, she’s also a heckler; and not a very good one. You see, Lorna’s the whiny little bitch that went scurrying off to the BC Human Lefts Commission after she and a fellow muff-diver got a verbal smackdown from a comedian that they were heckling. Lorna likely reckoned that she’d have some kind of “wall of sisterhood” type shit backing her up on her idiocy. Doesn’t look like it. It seems Lorna has become something of a pariah among many in the gay community (maybe they remember when they were on the other end of the stick? who knows…). Whatever the reason, she doesn’t seem to be making many friends. Here’s who we’re talking about: Lorna’s the one in the middle. And, judging by some of what’s in the comments on the site that I filched this from, she’s gonna be on the outside soon. We’ll start off with what M_WORD had to say:
Seems that EYES_ARE_LISTENING doesn’t have much sympathy, either:
Hm. Maybe this could explain why Lorna seems to be wanting a low profile, even on gay-friendly sites:
Heh. Too late, buttercup; everybody already knows who you are. One more tidbit from The Province:
June 26, 2008Two Dykes Walk Into A Bar…[The following post contains language which is not suitable for children. I try to keep the site relatively clean (as clean as a trashmouth like me gets, anyway) but there are times when soft language is just plain dishonest. Parents are STRONGLY advised to preview for themselves before allowing their kids access to this post. Better yet; don’t even let your kids read it at all. -Dennis] …and walk out with a human rights complaint cash cow. Only in Canada. And guess what else? It’s in uber-leftist British Californicate, no less. What are the odds, eh? Why, why, WHY can I never be making this shit up??? As if none of us saw this bullshit coming, here’s the gist of it: two shitfaced slit-slurpers shuffle into a club, don’t like what the comic on stage is saying, and haul ass to the nearest HRC to piss and moan and collect a free bankroll. That’s what it boils down to. Naturally, the BC Human Lefts Commission (of “I wanna commandeer McLean’s Magazine” fame) has agreed to hear the case. Because well, you know… we can’t have anybody offended in this country. Unless they happen to be Christian; in which case, screw them and their tight-ass sensibilities. They can all just shut the fuck up and do as they’re damned well told. In case you need some sort of recap about why we need to get rid of these Stalinist show trials, here it is:
And now, we can add another one to the list: They have no sense of humour…
Gee whiz, I wonder what could have set the comedian off like that?
HOLY SHIT!!! A comedian that hates hecklers! WHAT ARE THE ODDS OD THAT????? 😯 I wonder what this little Canadian Michael Richards has to say for himself…? June 11, 2008I Just Got A Call…… from a very personable guy named Fred, who works for the Conservative Party of Canada’s fundraising office (one of them, anyway). He was calling to say that they noticed that I’d made a pledge of support a few months back and, well, it seems to have slipped my mind. “Nope, Fred, it didn’t,” said I. “I remember it quite well and, to tell you the truth, I have no intention whatsoever of sending the Conservative Party any money at all for the foreseeable future. I’ll even tell you why, if you like.” Fred said that, sure, he’d be happy to hear what’s on my mind; so I told him. I was nice about it, mind you. After all, Fred didn’t set this malignant machine in motion, he’s just a guy working on the phone, trying to do his job and do it right. He doesn’t need cranky SOBs like me taking a bite out of his ass for things that aren’t his fault. Besides, like I said at the start, Fred’s a pretty personable kind of guy. Sounded a lot like me when I’m not pissed off about anything. So I told Fred that I’ve had a bit of a burr under my saddle lately; bee in my bonnet, if you will. Actually, more like a whole hive of the damned things. I told him that the (laughably called) “human rights commissions” of this country, every last one of them, have long since gone rogue and that they are, in fact, in the business of trampling people’s rights, not protecting them. I told him that these show trials and the censorious legislation they auspiciously operate under look more like something I would expect to find in the Weimar Republic than in Canada. “Ah,” said Fred, “section 13.1.” Did I mention before what a smart guy Fred is? He knew, right off the hop, what I was talking about and he didn’t sound too happy about it, either. Gee, I wonder if he’d heard it before? I told Fred that these commissions need to be scrapped altogether. Not reformed, not given new mandates, not restaffed; SCRAPPED. They are abominations in a country like mine, which has given so much blood for the cause of freedom. The laws that allow such things must also be scrapped altogether. They must be replaced with amendments to our Constitution which truly protect the real rights of people, things worded more along the line of “The Government Shall Not” than of trying to tell the people of this great nation how they should or should not think. I told him that, while all these things bother me, what I have heard from the Conservative Party of Canada has bothered me even more: a silence as profound as when the whale swallowed Jonah. This is NOT how a party which believes in people’s freedoms, rights and liberty behaves. I told Fred that until something real and concrete is actually done by the Conservatives about these Machiavellian thumbscrews, all the money that I would normally be giving them will be going elsewhere (see a few of the places at the bottom of this post). I told him that I wasn’t alone in this. Fred sounded about as surprised as a guy who wakes up in the morning and finds that his head is still there on his shoulders where he left it. “Well,” said Fred, “part of what I do here is that I keep a list on my desk of everything that I hear about that irks the folks I talk to. At the end of the day, I pass it on up so that this higher-ups actually have an idea of what’s on peoples’ minds.” “Well, Fred, now you know what’s been irking me. Have yourself a good day, now.” And that was about it (DAMNIT! …forgot to plug my blog to him. Oh, well). I hope the rest of Fred’s day goes better. Fred’s a nice guy, I like him. What You Can Do To HelpIf you want to help out, too, all you need to do is just go to one of the links below and hit one of their “donate” buttons. Remember now, folks, the Canuck Six could use all the help they can get. Connie & Mark Fournier (Free Dominion) Reload And…… Let the sorry son of a bitch have it with both barrels. Again. As a little follow-up to one of yesterday’s posts, it’s interesting to see that Tarek Fatah isn’t the only one polishing up the cluebat to beat would-be jihadi uber-censor Mohamed Elmasry over the head with. The Waterloo Record, from Elmasry’s hometown of Waterloo, Ontario, let the arrogant prick have it from their trenches too, the other day (tip o’ the chapeau to Ezra for this one). You know that you’re really buggering something up when even the paper in your home town is ripping you a new one. [Exegesis: My apologies to the good folks of Waterloo. I know that your city isn’t really his hometown, Cairo is. Waterloo’s just a place where he has a house. In fact, no place in Canada is Elmasry’s home. If it were, he wouldn’t be giving one of our most cherished liberties the back of his hand. Sorry for any offense at being lumped in with that turd. -D]
Meanwhile, the National Post took a little time out of its busy schedule to deliver a good swift kick in the nuts to Elmasry’s favourite sockpuppet / sith apprentice for his peculiar notions about what value freedom of speech should have:
Can you say “ambulance-chasing shakedown artist,” boys and girls? I knew you could. Favourite parts right here:
Aw, don’t feel too bad, little sockpuppet. You’ve still got some friends out there. Yes you do. Quite the fan club…
Well, What Do You Know?This is actually by a cartoonist named Igor Kodenko, from the Ukraine. To be honest with you, I had NO idea that they knew anything at all about our HRCs over there. Go figure… |
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