Archive for: January 2007

I love a good cartoon. Especially when it makes this much sense… 😆

Kudos to cartoonist Chuck Asay at the Colorado Springs Gazette (click the image to enlarge).

Sometimes you find things in the darnedest places. Anybody with eyes and ears is aware of the numerous culture clashes that have been biting at our collective backsides across the country — and most others in the free Western world — for years now. From veils on drivers licenses to kirpans in schools to friggin’ Sharia law in Ontario, the traditions and values that form the foundations of our very way of life are being slowly, relentlessly chipped away at, one by one. I’ve known for decades (and flung it from my piehole at just about every opportunity) that it’s only a matter of time before Western societies start to say, “NO MORE. We gave you an inch, you took a mile. Now you will either live by the rules we set or live someplace else. You have no say in this and neither does anyone else. We tried that and it failed; now we do it the hard way.”

Don’t fool yourself, either; it will happen. Despite what those who would turn our civilization inside out say, there are too many of us who simply don’t have it in them to go quietly into the night. Horrors from the fields of Sharpsburg, to the meatgrinder that was the Somme, to the leveling of Dresden and Hiroshima bear witness to just what we’re capable of when some threat to our way of life awakens the dark things that slumber beneath our civilized veneer.

Fortunately, our inner demons are slow to rouse, and rarely fully awaken. But it really only was just a matter of time before heels began to dig in; even here in nice, tolerant Canada. The only question was, where? Ironically, the answer came from what some consider to be pretty much the un-ballsiest region of the country:

HEROUXVILLE, QUE. — A sign at the entrance of this rural Quebec town says: Herouxville welcomes you.

Unless, that is, you plan on stoning a woman to death, sending your kids to school with a kirpan or covering your face other than on Halloween.

The town council of Herouxville, a sleepy town dominated by a towering Roman Catholic church, has adopted a declaration of “norms” that it says would-be immigrants should be aware of before they settle in this town. Among them, it is forbidden to stone women or burn them with acid.

Children cannot carry weapons to school. That includes ceremonial religious daggers such as kirpans, even though the Supreme Court of Canada has ruled that Sikhs can carry kirpans in schools.

However, children can swim in a pool with other children — boys and girls alike — because they can’t be segregated.

And for the record, female police officers in Herouxville, 165 kilometres northwest of Montreal, can arrest male suspects. Also part of the declaration is that women can drive, dance and make decisions on their own.

You’d think that most of those things would go without saying, wouldn’t you? But many people would be surprised to learn just how many people come here from Outer Backwardsistan or wherever-the-hell and think that the only rules that matter are the ones that they bring with them (not to mention how far backwards some are willing to bend over to accommodate that mindset)…

Honour killings in Calgary:
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.

Female cops in Montreal second-class:
The article, published in the October issue of the internal newsletter L’Heure Juste, is part of a series of features on different religions and cultures, and aims to assist officers who find themselves in potentially awkward situations, said a police spokeswoman.

“That’s the reality,” said Insp. Joanne Paquin. “If we don’t understand the differences of all those cultures, maybe we won’t respond the right way.”

But the Montreal Police Brotherhood insists the force has gone too far, accusing it of denigrating its female officers by suggesting they can’t do the job alone.

Husbands banned from prenatal classes:
Pendant plusieurs mois, le CLSC de Parc-Extension a refusé systématiquement que les hommes assistent à ses cours prénataux pour accommoder des femmes musulmanes, hindoues ou sikhs.

Si des femmes souhaitaient quand même suivre un cours prénatal avec leur conjoint, elles étaient obligées de se rendre au CLSC Côte-des-Neiges ou au CLSC Métro.

Gender-restricted times at public swimming pools, weapons in schools, blocking out gym windows if there’s women in them, a pic of a veil on your driver’s license (or passport, even), the list gets exhausting if you think about it too much. Each and every one another chip out of the foundation that props up all the freedoms that we have so cavalierly come to take for granted.

And — golly gumbucks, who’da thunk it? — the usual suspects over at the Ministry Of What You Should Think and all the others in the standard list of malcontents are, naturally, hollering their pointy little heads off with all the tired, old, predictable accusations…

But some Muslim leaders have called the code a thinly-veiled example of xenophobia.

“Racism is coming out of the woodwork now, and it’s not being obscure or subtle,” said Salaam Elmenyawi of the Muslim Council of Montreal.

Of course it is. 🙄 Anything that isn’t complete capitulation to somebody else’s way of life that they trundled over here from wherever must be racism.

Well, guess what, smartasses? That bullshit doesn’t seem to be packing as much of a punch as it used to. More and more people — whether they be in Canada, France, the Netherlands or elsewhere — are beginning to demand a real debate on the issue of what has come to be known as “reasonable accommodation” that doesn’t involve hysterics and accusations of bigotry. You’ll note that I said DEMAND, not ASK FOR.

And the more you look, the more you realize that the loopy Left and its cadre of multicultists just isn’t up to that task. After all, hysteria and slurs are all they have to work with…

It just keeps getting dumber and dumberer out there these days, doesn’t it? As if the idea of banning the game of tag wasn’t stucking fupid enough, some pointy head from the University of Asshat — presumably someplace near Head Smashed In Buffalo Jump — is starting to burble away about the idea of legislation requiring kids (and yes, adults too) 🙄 to wear helmets while tobogganing… Naturally, this is all being done in the proper, politically correct, Chicken Little fashion:

Brain injury and safety experts from around the country say that it may be a foolish move for Canadians not to take the issue of playing safely on their sleds more seriously.

“There (are) probably, across this country . . . thousands of kids that are permanently brain-injured as a result of toboggan injuries that you won’t know about because they are hidden in long-term care facilities or they are being taken care of at home,” said Louis Francescutti, an emergency room physician and child injury expert from Edmonton.

Yup, that’s right. Literally THOUSANDS — hell, why not say TENS of thousands? — of presumably vegetative kids all across Canada, all hidden away where no one can see them. It’s all a part of the massive coverup by Big Oil Toboggan!!

Give me a God damned break. Seriously now, just how God damned stoopid do they think we are? I tobogganed for pretty much my entire childhood and nothing more than a busted arm; maybe two. And that’s a bigass maybe. Every time I come across another one of these ejaculations of asshattery, I’m reminded of an email that shows up in my inbox from some friend or another from time to time. It seems to pop up about once every 18 months or so. Here it is…

• First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.
• They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes.
• Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
• We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets; not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking…
• As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags and riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
• We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
• We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
• We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren’t overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!
• We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.
• We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem .
• We did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms……….WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
• We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
• Some of the dumber ones ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in them forever.
• We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.
• We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!
• Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
• The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever! The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!

And YOU Lived! CONGRATULATIONS!

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good. And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.

Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn’t it?!

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.

A big ol’ tip o’ the chapeau to Sheila Wray Gregoire and the other folks over at PTBC for this one.

We keep hearing over and over ad nauseum about how the “progressives” (code for “loopy liberal Leftoids”) in the world are the paragons of tolerance and all things good, while anyone with the slightest conservative bent is a mean, nasty, intolerant, sexist, bigoted, racist, knuckle-dragging, backward, redneck, bible-thumping, fill-in-the-blank-ophobe who probably tortures and murders kittens in their spare time, just so Dalton McWimpy can go hungry.

Ah, but isn’t it interesting to see just how “tolerant” the guardians of tolerance can be when it comes to anyone who doesn’t gobble down their putrid philosophy hook, line and sinker? And God help you if you disagree with them while committing that ultimate of evils in the “liberal” mind — practicing Christianity. Their little venom spigots will be locked wide open, just for you. Ms Gregoire had one such interesting experience lately after writing a column about her opinions on parenting, wherein she espoused such vile notions as:

A lot of parents have thrown in the towel, many without realizing it, because they’ve forgotten their primary purpose. It is not to be your child’s friend. It is not to make your child like you. It is not to make your child’s life easy. It is to raise your child to behave responsibly, morally, and eventually independently. Often we believe our kids will just develop this by osmosis. Keep them safe and feed them, and they’ll be okay. They may make some mistakes along the way, but everything will turn out fine.

EEk. Terrifying stuff, eh? Curiously enough, I’ve read that whole danged column three times now and I haven’t been able to find a single reference to God, Christ, church or anything else even remotely religious. Check it out for yourself, see if you can find anything, because I sure as heck couldn’t.

Done yet? Did you find anything? Didn’t think so. But guess what? A little paragon of progressiveness by the name of James Callaghan sure as hell found some. Being so much smarter than the rest of us, he was able to see that the whole article is absolutely awash in Christianity.

Hello, I just finished reading your article “to be a parent”. The one thing I loved about the article is that you gave advice on raising other people’s kids, you gave criticism on how other people are raising their children yet you don’t mention how you handle your children. Is it possible that you have no children and feel the need to be self-righteous around other people. Your friend Rick really needs backbone. As you pointed out Rick must be a bad parent to allow his daughter to get to that point, yet you use him as an example of how his words of love are the proper way to go. My son would have a sore jaw if he was to hit me for 4 hours. I’m so tired of seeing advice columns in my local papers from people like you. First of you still believe in god, what right to you have judging others when you believe a fairy tale is gospel, silly christian myths or for kids. I raise my children in an open way, I show them many cultures and worn them to be careful around christians. You people are always pointing out the wrongs everyone is doing, but the amount of murder done in the name of your god is frightening but hey, they didn’t believe the same as you so I guess it’s okay. I let my son where a shirt that says “I get more action then heaven got on 911” as long as it iritates people like you I’ll let him be even more offensive to your kind.

There you have it. Progressive tolerance in action. Some things, I can rant about all the doo-dah day. Other things, though, pretty much speak for themselves. This bozo’s blatant anti-Christian bigotry (not even mentioning his own obviously dubious parenting notions) is one of them.

Oh, before I forget:
Jimmy boy, go back to whatever high school it was that you graduated from. When you get there, find your old English teacher and demand that he or she apologise for sending you, so poorly prepared, out into the world.

I guess this just goes to show you that getting your paper online is still no substitute for actually grabbing a good old-fashioned stack of newsprint. Commentor VF posted yesterday that Right Crazy seems to have found its way into one of the TO Sun’s regular print features (not available online, apparently) called “The Best of the Blogs.” Seeing as how I only check out the TO Sun online, I had no idea about this but VF seems a little more on the ball:

1. Comment by vf January 25, 2007 @ 6:06 pm |Edit This

   Congrats for being mentioned in the TO Sun, Best of the Blogs! You make a good point…and if Tory doesn’t start looking different than Mcguinty I won’t be voting in the provincials.

Wow, “mentioned in the TO Sun, Best of the Blogs!” How the hell did that happen? 😯 And here I thought I was just some guy with a cheap computer shooting his mouth off. I’m gonna end up with a swelled head or something if I’m not careful.

Now I gotta round up a bunch o’ old copies of the Sun… 🙄