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The White in the Canadian Flag is Just a Colour.

I started this piece this earlier this morning when I was overtaken by a terrible and overwhelming sense of apathy; a dark “Why bother? You’re beating your head against a wall far denser than brick. It’s a wall of willful ignorance.”

I leashed the dog and went out for some fresh air.

My dog is 100 + pounds of love. He has introduced me to people I would never have met before. Today we met a lovely lady, obviously in the beginning of dementia; we had a terrific conversation…which repeated several times. I met a young boy with his dad, I met another lady, at the bus stop, from the U.S – who told me how she loved Canada and wished that she could stay here because, “Well…Trump.” Chico is friends with a great guy who owns the local television repair shop – he’s Rastafarian. He is a man of colour. Chico doesn’t give a rat’s ass.

He was all over a boy in the park, a few weeks ago; the boy was accompanied by his parents. They were from the Middle East and Muslim. The mom wore a hijab. Chico didn’t care.

He has met people of all race, creeds and colour – he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care which god or lack thereof these people worship. He sees them for what they are – people. Two-legged creatures who either are good to him or ignore him.

Lately, I’ve seen hateful posts from those champions of douchebaggery – the Canadian Patriot and…pardon, but even the typing the following name makes me gag “Rebel Media”. These butt nuggets were around before but since the Great Cheeto to the south was elected? These rags feel, somehow, vindicated and emboldened to spread their brand of Nazi-style hatred and propaganda. They take molesting and rape charges levied against men with names, obviously, not Anglo Saxon and enhance the story. The man may be a Muslim but suddenly, he is a “MIGRANT”! They try and it doesn’t take much effort, to enrage their troglodyte followers into believing that the virtue of white-Canadian womanhood is at risk from hordes of salivating Muslim men. Yes, there are men who rape and are Muslim. There are also Asian men who rape and are Hindu. There are Black men who rape. There are First Nation men who rape. There are white men who rape. In fact, some of the most infamous sexual sadists are, in fact, white. John Wayne Gacy, Clifford Olsen, Ted Bundy, Andrei Chikatilo, Paul Bernardo, Fred West.

My ancestors were immigrants to this country. Europeans, fleeing their own countries due to famine, political unrest and racism.

The settlers at Plymouth Rock, to the south of our nation, were immigrants fleeing religious persecution. They brought their own sort of religious justice with them – the Salem witch trials, which included torture and death by rocks.

None of us have histories that are without guilt, without murder, without…if I must …”sin”.

To those “proud” members of Sons of Odin…first, I dare say few of you are of Norse ancestry. If Norse is part of your heritage, then you are part of a heritage that invaded, murdered, raped and pillaged. If you believe otherwise? You watch too much television. Put the remote and/or the mouse down and go take an actual course in real history, not the History Channel – don’t confuse the two.

Will people enter our country who really should not be permitted here? Sure. We did it with the Nazis, we did it with Vietnam war criminals, we did it with Rwandan genocidal maniacs. The government, the CBSA have to step up their game. Requirements for citizenship needs to be re-examined and the information, sent out, to refugees, immigrants and migrant worker should be more explicit in how/what Canada represents. Freedom, absolutely but a secular society with the obligation to all who step on our shores the understanding that to obey secular law is not optional.

I don’t care what race, creed or colour my neighbour happens to sport; I don’t care if they worship a god, many gods or no gods. I care if they are good citizens. I care if they donate time, goodwill and honesty to my community.

I have lived a relatively long time and in comparison, to the life expectancy, in the lands where many of these new hopeful Canadians hail, I have been blessed to have met people from all walks of life, all hues of colour, almost every religion ever created and in this time frame, I have learned that it SIMPLY DOESN’T MATTER what is on the outside of a human being; it is what is in their heart that matters. I have met more than one “WHITE AND PROUD” Canadian who should be taken to the nearest harbour and launched out into the open sea…with apologies to Neptune and Poseidon for dirtying up the waters…

Bottom line? My dog has more sense than bigots.

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Racism – It isn’t just for white people anymore

A young lady tweeted something rather unfortunate a while back. A reporter – apparently known for being a hate-filled blockhead found the Tweet and spread it around. Rather large (for Canada) firestorm ensued. I won’t repeat the tweet, it was born of the frustration, born of anger. We are all guilty of unwise words when we are angry, at some point in our lives.

Having lived through more decades than I am able to remember, with any clarity, I can say that we have come a long way from the murderous rampages for civil rights. We have come a long way but baby…there is still a mountain range and vast desert to cross. I site the Herouxville manifesto and the appalling reaction to the acceptance of Syrian refugees by some Canadians. A vocal few, I would hope, that seem to have forgotten that many of them have the blood of refugees running through their veins.

Racism. As a white woman, apparently, I have no say in the topic, to some. I can’t possibly know what racism does to an individual, a community.

Yeah well..that is tantamount to racism, in and of itself.

I do understand how violence, the threat of violence, a constant barrage of insults, the barring of opportunities can tear down the self-respect of a human being. It isn’t neurosurgery. Simply because I have never been the recipient of such behaviour does not mean that I cannot see the terrible inequality of such actions and call out the perpetrators.  It does not mean that I am incapable of understanding the issue.  I do possess grey matter that extends beyond basic presumption.

Over the decades, I’ve seen unconscionable acts. I’ve been exposed to the appalling impact of bigotry in the world. The Holodomor, the Holocaust, Selma, Watts, the Killing Fields, Apartheid, Rwanda, Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq….on a lesser scale, the FLQ. All over the world, people are judged, found guilty and die because of the race, creed and/or culture. A young man was hacked to death in Bangladesh because he was an atheist just a few days ago.

The colour of our skin, the faith of our families, our gender…in an intelligent society, none of this should be of relevance but history tells us, the human race is far from intelligent.

Personally, I don’t care whether you are white, black, yellow, olive or purple. My motto is that assholes are all the same colour; religion, creed or culture simply isn’t relevant when you are an asshole. You have one purpose, to fill up and expel feces. Something bigots of any stripe do and do well.

Pointing fingers is so damn easy. Walking the walk, talking the talk is how I determine if an individual is a part of intelligent society or a member of the rectal group.

Are there horrible white people out there? Absolutely. There are horrible black people out there, horrible Asian people out there, horrible Middle Eastern and aboriginal. The common denominator is that they are people. Lack of empathy, of conscience, of humanity is not the sole domain of one race, one creed or one colour.

We need to move forward. Remove the racism label and call it what it is – hatred, mindless, ignorant hatred. This is the common enemy. Vilification based on race, creed, colour or gender is wrong. Division based on these labels weakens any fight for equality. Black lives matter, well yeah…however, this is divisive and counterproductive. The cold, hard truth is that all lives matter, regardless of community, city or country. The lives of people forced from their home due to political violence matter. The lives of people struggling to feed their families matter. The lives of people torn apart by violence in their streets matter. The problem is, admittedly, easier with which to deal, when you divide it. True solutions are never easy. Hatred and violence is a global issue. It is a global tragedy and while I am a pessimist when it comes to the human race, I do find myself hoping that one day, a solution will be found. I hope that one day, hatred based on bigotry will be a crime from our past.

I hope that our descendants will read from their history books and shed a tear for our ignorance.

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Hijab, Chador, Niqab and Burqa…Oh my…

Is it me? Am I seeing a line between rights and choice that doesn’t exist? There is a controversy, currently, in Montreal, involving a young Muslim woman and her request for “Women Only” hours at a university gym. Public, not a private, university. I covered it, briefly, in my previous blog.

This is a particular situation and the particulars should be addressed without hauling in other garbage to sully the waters. Case in point; Muslim women and their choice of clothing. How, on this earth, is what a woman wears anyone’s business? It doesn’t infringe on the rights of others, it doesn’t impact anyone else’s lifestyle or enjoyment thereof.

A woman was thrown out of a Quebec courtroom for wearing a hijab. Inexcusable. The judge exposed herself for what she is; a bigot who has no place in a court of law.

Another woman created a kafuffle because she wore a niqab when she was to be granted citizenship. This one required a little more mental debate on my part – on the one hand, this woman was requesting the privilege of becoming a Canadian citizen but refused to show her face, instead, preferring to cling to a custom of her homeland. I can see the body covering but not the veil. Canadians have the right to see the face of someone who has requested to join our society.

The veil is a metaphor for an exclusion from Canadian society. So, I leave this one up to greater minds. Personally, I would allow a chador, a hijab but a burqa or niqab? No. It is, symbolically, an opposition to Canada and our view of freedom. An individual asking to be a part of our country must be sympathetic and understanding of the values of the nation. Taking an oath of citizenship is a solemn promise to uphold Canadian values; the burqa and niqab contravene those values from a Canadian perspective.

Once citizenship has been granted, right after the ceremony, the woman has the right to done the veil once again, as a Canadian. It is her personal choice.

As long as a garment is not offensive (swear words, obscene graphics/photos), then really? What is your problem?? Personally, I am more offended by women who show up in a workplace with their boobs and hoo-hahs on display but that’s my deal. If it doesn’t impact on the work responsibilities? Then, it is up to me to deal with it.

Why, according to some knuckle-draggers, should the hijab or even the burqa be banned? On a purely selfish note, there are days when I would give my right arm to wear one or the other… Let me tell you something, wearing a hijab is quite the skill.

The odious Parti Quebecois (a xenophobic political party in Quebec) tried to pass something they euphemistically referred to as Bill 60 – Quebec Charter of Values. In my mind, Adolf Hitler and his crew would have been proud. It was disgusting. It was racist and it was unacceptable to most Quebecois as was evidenced as the party was turfed out, by a huge margin, when the election came around. Thankfully prior to the Bill being passed. The Liberal Party chucked it to the curb.

A call for women to stand in solidarity with Islamic women was put out, when the contents of this bill were made public; women were asked to wear a hijab in support for Islamic women. I tried. I even went to YouTube to learn how…I wanted to show my solidarity, even though I am a huge opponent of any organized religion…this was about a right to wear what one chooses to work, to play, to obtain public services. The bill would have, effectively, removed that right. So, I pulled out one of my scarves and I put it on my head, I tried to follow what the young woman on the video was doing. I bobby pinned, I tried to tame my hair, I wound the scarf, I tried to tuck it in and ordered it to stay in place. It refused. It slid over my eyes, it slid down the back of my head…the bobby pins fell out, when it did agree to sit on my head for a few seconds, wisps of hair kept appearing out of nowhere. It fell down, it slid over, it slid up, it slid sideways and after, over an hour, of trying to win the battle of the scarf; I had to admit to a humiliating defeat. I stand in awe of my Muslim girlfriends. Aqeela, Unum…you rock, ladies. I am not trying to be facetious; while I was fighting the battle of the scarf – it struck me that every time a woman dons a hijab, she is thinking of her faith, she is making a conscious effort to uphold her faith, her values. It is a daily act of devotion. It is so laudable. And there are more than a few people out there, who claim to be faithful to their belief system, who should take careful notes of this type of devotion. It’s one thing to claim faith, it is another thing to commit to it.

Quebec’s (cough, gag, yak) Charter of Values would have displaced Muslim, Jewish and Sikh doctors, nurses, educators, caregivers and other public sector employees. These people would have been denied their right to wear items that was representative of their religion. And why? Do these items interfere with their ability to do their jobs? No. Would it impact students, patients or the public if a doctor, lawyer, teacher was wearing a kippa, a hijab or a pagri? No. This was a blatant act of a racism by a neo-fascist government body.

The writing of this charter is one of the many reasons I am leaving Quebec, within the next few months. I can’t stand to live in a society that elects and promotes a party of this kind. My right, as a Canadian, says that I can move. I can leave this province and its thinly veiled Nazi mindset behind.

What an individual chooses to wear is their personal right and choice as long as it doesn’t endanger anyone, as long as it does not infringe on the rights of others. To argue otherwise is a glamour used to cover racism. We all have the right to religion, we all have the right to believe, with that said, however, we do not have the right to use our religion to infringe on the rights of others, as is the case with Ms. Allalou. I applaud her devotion but she must learn that her religion is her personal choice and like Bill 60 to demand that others give up their rights in order to fulfil an individual choice is wrong and contrary to living in a society based on personal rights and freedoms.


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Fag, Hunky, Mick, Limey

Carlin2 I’m Caucasian. In another country, in another horrible time, most of the family would have been considered Aryan. Long before research discovered that we are, actually, gene mutations. Not a higher life form than those with dark eyes, dark skin but simply genes that mutated, probably due to environment.

Humans migrate; we now call it “immigrate”. We leave areas detrimental to our continued existence and seek greener pastures. It is what we do. In fact, if you are living in North America and you are not aboriginal? You are an immigrant from some other country that was not to your ancestors liking or perhaps, not of your own liking. We have all ended up here. I will be using Canada as my reference frame because…I’m Canadian.

When I was a kid and we are talking wayyyyy back in the day; my neighbourhood was like a loaf of Pom Gold bread. Whiter than white, uniform and the same; behind each door was a Mom and a Dad, and kids. All white, all the same. The biggest difference was whether or not you were Protestant or Catholic. Every Sunday morning, the various churches’ parking lots were filled to overflowing; the car doors would open and sameness would spill out in their Sunday best. Our shoes would have been shined the night before, the girls in dresses and the boys with their hair slicked down with Brylcream or a last minute application of Mom spit.

My family was a bit different and this was brought to my attention a few times, as a kid; my Dad was Protestant and my Mom was Catholic. Each group convinced the other would be spending eternity in hell. The first time someone told me that my Mom would be going to hell, I was nonplussed. I had nightmares. I spoke to my grandfather about it; he was a Protestant, he was old and I figured he’d be the one to know…after all, he was old. He told me it was a ridiculous notion and that God didn’t care what religion you were, as long as you were a good person. He told me that Mom would be going to heaven and not to worry.

That was my first introduction to prejudice. It may seem, in the grand scheme of bigotry, a very minute thing but it did teach me a life lesson. Don’t believe words that are designed to separate human beings.

Around the same time, construction started to boom in our little enclave of sameness. I heard people speaking about “Jews” moving in and not with kindness. I had no idea who “Jews” were…I asked my Mom. She told me that these were people of a different religion. I sorted through that and understood this was the same situation that had upset me so much – the whole “Mom” going to hell thing. I decided this was stupid and went about the serious business of talking my Mom into the newest Nancy Drew book.

While I read about the Haunted Staircase and The Clue in the Diary; my neighbourhood was changing. French people moved in and my Mom was the only one who could communicate with them. Most of the people on the street ignored them. After all, they weren’t “ONE OF US!”

Then a family from Guyana moved in and the entire community was agog. I met one of the daughters in school; she was my age and in my class. We became friends – Shahzeeda Khan. The only thing I ever really noticed about her was that she had gorgeous long black hair that shone in the sun. There were those in my class who wouldn’t talk to her. They were downright mean to her. It baffled me. Shahzeeda was a blast, she was a fun kid. The kids who were mean to her were not my sort anyway. They were mean to anyone who was not the same as were they. Same type of kids that told me my Mom was going to hell.

Along came Nancy. Nancy was a Korean orphan. I had absolutely no idea what that really entailed. I just liked her and she liked to play with Barbies as well. We went to Brownies together, we took ballet together and those same kids were mean to her as well. She was different. I still didn’t understand what the big deal was – yeah, she had different eyes, her skin was not white and she had thick, thick black hair but she played with Barbie, she didn’t like vegetables and hated fruit for recess.  This seemed “same” enough for me.

Then the FLQ crisis hit. Bombs went off in Montreal. The army was in front of my school because people were threatening to blow it up because…we spoke English. We WERE English. Yet they kidnapped and murdered a French guy. Again, prejudice and hate boggled my mind. I learned to associate it with ignorance and stupidity. It was and is an association that has stayed with me.

I look around at the people in my life – they come from all over the world. They represent believers of every religious sort and non-believers. Some are blonde, some have black hair, some have brown and some have hair that changes with their mood, from hot pink to purple to green. Some have white skin, some are olive, some are brown and some are almost black but that is simply their packaging. My packaging does not represent who I am because that packaging represents a crazy quilt of ancestors. I am not Irish or Ukrainian, I am not Austrian or Scottish. I am not French or German. I am Canadian. I come from immigrants. My entire country comes from immigrant stock. When the Irish came here, they were met with prejudice. They survived and thrived regardless of the ignorance of others. When the Ukrainian stock arrived, again they were met with prejudice and hatred. Hell, some of them landed in the internment camps during WWI. And they were as white as anyone already here.

Then folks of different hues arrived and were met with prejudice and hatred. They had it worse than did my ancestors. My family had the luxury of blending in and as long as they didn’t open their mouths to speak with an accent? They were all good to go.  Ignorance could be kept at bay.  When your skin marks you as different? There is no escaping the stupidity of others – it is a daily onslaught.

Later on, when I was all “growed up”, the “Gay Plague” hit. And boy, the hate-speak hit the fan. At this point, I had lost all religion some time before; it seemed to be the root of all that was evil in the world. What followed in the wake of the decimation of the gay community truly sealed my opinion that religion was simply a cover for those who wished to feel superior without any real qualifications…God’s punishment, unholy unions, Sodom and Gomorrah, child molesters and variations on the theme.

Once again, I was flummoxed. Really? Who loved whom was some sort of nefarious Satanic plot? “Fag” was a particularly loathsome and somewhat confusing term to me. My grandfather called cigarettes “fags” and I still don’t understand the connection, nor do I wish to understand it. The word when used to hurt sickens me. It transports me back to my childhood and the mean kids. I do not see the point in any of this – that two people love is the only important fact. Who or how they love is, quite frankly, none of anyone’s business. My own grandmother and grandfather ignored this – they were of different cultures. Some, in the family, hated my grandmother because she was not Ukrainian and no doubt, some hated my grandfather because he was a “Hunky” – a Ukrainian. They loved and ignored the grown up versions of the “mean kids”.

It is easy to judge based on appearance and human beings are terribly adept at seeking what comes easy. The destruction of our environment is a damn good example but so is the racism and the ugly vitriol that surrounds us. Skin, religion, sexual preference? These are things on which we judge whether another human being is good or is bad? Absurd. If that were indeed the case? I would hate Christian white people because in my school – all the mean kids were white and Christian.

Does it not make much more sense to not prejudge and base any opinions on real experience? If we want to judge on appearance? Well, most serial killers are white males. In the last century, the biggest mass murderers were white males. More child molesters are white, heterosexual males. Does this mean all white males are psychotic, murdering child molesters? As ridiculous an assumption as my Mom going to hell because she was Catholic.  Get your heads out of your ass, use that brain to think and not assume. 


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Oh Please, Just Separate. Nobody Wants You.

I am a Québécoise, so is my husband, my kids and my parents. It breaks my heart and makes me, physically, ill to watch what is going on in this province. Watching my fellow citizens being lied to, being extorted of their future by criminals and racists.

In my personal opinion, what the world realized in retrospect, when the De Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei (NSDAP) was examined, is history repeating itself in Québéc, albeit on a less violent scale, for now.  This is glaringly evident for anyone wishing to take a good, honest look. Don’t believe me? Check out the latest nonsense from the Brown shirted racists at the OQLF:

Quebec’s language watchdog targets store’s use of English on Facebook

Social media is the new frontier for Quebec’s language agency, which is investigating a small, retail boutique for its use of English on a Facebook page.

 eva_cooper.jpg.size.xxlarge.promoCHELSEA, QUE.—The agency in charge of enforcing the primacy of the French language in Quebec apparently has a new target — social media.

Eva Cooper, the owner of a small retail boutique in Chelsea, Que., has been notified by the language agency that if she doesn’t translate the shop’s Facebook page into French, she will face an injunction that will carry consequences such as a fine.

“Ultimately, to me, Facebook has nothing to do with Quebec,” said Cooper, who uses the social media site to inform customers of new products in her boutique north of Ottawa. The shop — Delilah in the Parc —has an all-bilingual staff of fewer than 10 people.

“I’m happy to mix it up, but I’m not going to do every post half in French, half in English. I think that that defeats the whole purpose of Facebook,” said Cooper, who has requested the agency send her their demands in English.

Cooper’s case represents a new frontier for the language agency, the Office québécois de la langue française (OQLF). The agency says probes of social media complaints, which started only recently, are “not frequent.”

This all comes amid election talk in the province. Diane De Courcy, Quebec minister of immigration and cultural communities, said earlier this week that if her party wins the next election, they will toughen language laws for small businesses. In particular, the Parti Québécois will crack down on bilingualism, such as the “Bonjour-Hi” greeting used in many areas, including Chelsea and Montreal.

Traditionally, the language agency has targeted non-francophone businesses that have signs or promotional material in a language other than French, but there have been some instances of small businesses’ websites being targeted as well.

In 2011, a smokehouse in Chelsea was threatened with a $1,000 fine if they didn’t translate their website into French, and earlier this month, a Montreal-based website called “Provocateur Communications” was told they must comply with the French language charter by translating their page.

Still, the question of how the agency is able to dictate what goes on social media in particular is “really murky,” said Cooper.

“Would I be able to do my text in English on (Pinterest or) Twitter?”

The notice to Cooper comes almost a year to the day when the “pastagate” scandal made international headlines after a Montreal restaurant was investigated for having the word “pasta” on the menu instead of the French word “pâtes.”

The fallout led to the resignation of the language agency’s president and the launch of a “triage system” for complaints to prioritize cases that had the most impact.

“This is not consistent with what the OQLF said after they evaluated their approach last spring around complaints,” said Sylvia Martin-Laforge, director general of the Quebec Community Groups Network, which represents 41 English organizations.

“She’s in Chelsea, (her Facebook page) has only 602 likes. There is no gravity to this. This is ridiculous,” said Martin-Laforge.

Jean-Pierre Le Blanc, spokesperson for the language agency, wouldn’t comment on Cooper’s notice but explained how Quebec’s language law applies to Facebook.

Cooper has until March 10 to respond to the notice before she is hit with the injunction that could lead to a fine.

The rest of Canada (ROC) has had enough of Québéc and its drain on the financial resources. Québéc has destroyed itself; Canada had nothing to do with the business exodus, with the continuing economic downfall. The “English” have nothing to do with this. This is all laid at the feet of the Parti Québécois and their racist agenda. Just as Germany was bankrupt, so too is Québéc – morally and financially. To wit: the disgusting Charter of “Values”. We are watching the Charbonneau Commission as it investigates the rampant culture of corruption in all our levels of government, including the Prime Minister and her husband. How, absolutely, stupid does one have to be to figure out the lifestyle enjoyed by Marois, her husband and family and the reported income simply don’t add up.

Let’s say that this idiotic social experiment of separation takes place (There will be no plea from ROC for Québéc to stay within Canada, this time around – they are sick of us.) and Quebec becomes the little Have-Not country that it desires to be. Well, for starters, a lot of Québécois would be in for a major shock when it comes down to what does and does not belong to them. Let’s start with the International Airport – Pierre Elliot – that is Federal land, not provincial. The bridges – Federal. The seaway – Federal. The Indian Land, the reserves, belongs to the Aboriginals, not Québéc. You best believe Newfoundland won’t be handing over Churchill Falls to the banana republic of Québéc.

I am old enough to remember a vibrant Québéc; Montréal as the financial and economic hub of the country. I remember the excitement and the pride in the air, back then. Then the FLQ and their trumped up bullshit. The murders and the maiming; the threats against children. The bombing of mailboxes. Business took notice as well. Plans began to move the financial resources out of Montréal, out of Québéc. Parti Québécois gets in under the charismatic and generally well-liked by all, René Lévesque. Businesses began leaving under the dark cloud of the concept of separation. Business was fully aware that a separate Québéc would be economic suicide for them. The separatistes love to say that business was the enemy of French culture but this was so far from the truth as is everything else out of the mouths. A separate Québéc would be adrift in a global economy. The culture of corruption is not a new thing in this province; how many people have heard of Duplessis? As crooked as they come; immoral, unethical, criminal and just plain nuts.

Québéc as a country would quickly die a painful, strife ridden death. The criminal element already runs the place; it would simply worsen and soon, the only people left will be those without the right to learn the language of business – English. Stuck here, under the thumb of crippling extortion, euphemistically called “taxes”. The health system would collapse without the money made available through transfer payments from the rest of Canada. Unemployment insurance would disappear as would social welfare payments (paid by the Federal government). The education system would disintegrate more than it has to date. There would be no cheap tuition, not without the money from taxes which would disappear along with the majority of tax payers. Infrastructure? Please. We can’t afford it now; we’ll be driving on gravel roads and paying premium for water. (How much does Québéc leech from the rest of Canada? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Equalization_payments_in_Canada)

And for those who disbelieve? Take a look, if the numbers aren’t too confusing for you; then ask yourself – where is that money going? Equalization payments + tax levels = ???  Then?  Take a look at Marois’s residence and investigate the lifestyles of her party members, their families and friends.  You’ll find your answers.



All the construction would continue for a while; as long as the kickbacks were coming in but there will be no businesses to fill those buildings as they fall apart. Condos will empty and lie vacant. The only real money would be from the vices and again, the criminal organizations come out on top in Québéc.

The majority of urban and suburban dwellers know full well that it is so absolutely ridiculously easy to get along, regardless of culture. The PQ’s prey on the ignorance of those outside the urban areas. Scaring them and feeding their prejudices, just as the Nazis did to the people of Germany.

A separate Québéc, in its death throes, may have the gall to ask Canada for relief. The open Canadian door would be shut and bolted by the people of that country; disgusted and fed up with the myth of Québéc as some sort of victim. The United States would be interested, there are all kinds of natural resources to rape, to pillage and you better know that it would be done in American English. Québéc would be sold to the States; a victim of corrupt politicians and racists. A fitting end to country birthed on hatred.  And you could look up the members of the Parti Quebecois elite in the Caribbean or some other sunny locale as they live off the blood, sweat and tears of a separate Québéc, one they flee like the cowards they are when their gravy train derails.

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Hypocrisy, Bigotry and Life in Quebec

080711_1441_1.jpgYou can paint a turd any way you choose but it is still a piece of sh*t. It stinks and is made up of the worst of components; such is the consistency of Quebec’s proposed Charter of Quebec Values. No religious garb, of any sort, in public institutions except however, the crucifix in the house of parliament in Quebec. It is part of Quebec culture and worthy of a place in government.  

Park that symbol in your mind for a moment as I go on to discuss some of the opinions that are being heard in Quebec, those bigots who support this piece of racist bullcrap.

The burqa, the hijab, the chador, the yarmulke, the sari, the turban and I assume the chosen mode of dress in the Hasidic community will not be permitted to be worn by any public servant. Any overt religious symbol will be forbidden, unless of course, it is a discreet crucifix. That’s a-ok.

This is totalitarianism in its infancy. How about we all wear the same clothing to work? Little uniforms, with perhaps identifiers as to our backgrounds? Little Irish flag for those of us of Irish descent, perhaps a little flag of Israel, Egypt and while we’re add it, why not also add a little badge that identifies our language at home? We could give the OQLF little blue and white uniforms of their own; they could walk into businesses and close them down for not respecting Quebec values.

The minister in charge of the status of women in Quebec refers to the burqa, hijab and chador as symbols of the oppression of women. Okay, now pull that crucifix symbol back down – the crucifix has been a symbol of oppression, torture, murder, rape and abuse for centuries. Women in Quebec were trapped in marriages, forced to give birth and accept abuse without a word for hundreds of years. The Catholic Church would still have this happen, their doctrine has not changed but having this symbol, dripping in the blood of women and innocents, hanging in parliament reflect Quebec values?

In light of the spirit of this Charter of Values, I would have to agree, that crucifix is a symbol of Quebec values; homophobic, racist, misogynist and totalitarian.

Being served in a public building by an individual wearing a piece of their own tradition doesn’t impact me, in any way, shape or form. My only concern is that the task for which they are paid is done professionally.

Montreal has decided, unanimously, I might add, to not support this travesty of proposed government backed racism. After many years feeling shame for Montreal’s municipal government, I am happy to feel pride in their decision. Montreal is a multicultural city, working toward finding a place in the global village, while Quebec has decided to take the banana republic route and declare itself a little bastion of intolerance and injustice. At this point in time? Perhaps the real solution is to let Quebec’s xenophobic territories secede from Canada and Montreal to secede from Quebec, remaining in Canada, and taking part in this new world reality – where race, creed or religion does not play a part in judging its citizens. The ability to do a job, the ability to respect laws, the desire to make the country a place where we can all feel pride in our citizenship.

I would not be at all surprised to see copies of Mein Kampf on desks throughout the Quebec parliament building.


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Un Quebec pour tous..BUT

Laughing cowThat’s one of their slogans and like most advertising, it is bull manure. There are many codicils to this Un Quebec pour tous thing; what isn’t mentioned is that “tous” means anyone white, Christian and French speaking, although if you are of colour and speak French, you can stand at the back of the Quebec bus, as long as you keep your mouth shut and toe the racist line. I believe the term in Quebec would probably translate to – Nos oncle Tom.

Turbans. Soccer. Hijab. Soccer. Italian. Italian restaurant menu.

The debate rages around Quebec. Well, THEY should stay in their own countries if they don’t like it. My, the logic and intelligence just drips from that statement, doesn’t it? Early settlers to Quebec did not exactly respect the culture present in this country but this is the standard – “Do what I say, not what I do” mentality of the stupid. When the Irish arrived, they met with prejudice and bigotry. They were victims of slurs, exclusions and financial abuses. The Ukrainians, the Chinese, the Germans, the Italians, were all met with cultural slurs, prejudice and exclusions, in fact, many cultures saw themselves interned in camps – look up Spirit Lake sometime.  

And if you were Jewish? Well now – you couldn’t belong to particular clubs, you couldn’t live in certain areas right up until the 1960’s when laws actually had to be passed in order to outlaw this type of bigoted ignorance.

We’ve seen wave upon wave of cultures enter this country, looking to share our view of freedom and the chance for better lives. We opened the doors but there are many doors and we neglect to give our new Canadians the key, so they are trapped in foyers – they can’t go back and we won’t let them move forward.

Absolutely, there are things that newcomers bring with them that may be detrimental to Canada and our view of what it means to be Canadian. Sharia Law for example; absolutely no place for this in our society. Cultural bias and bigotry absolutely must remain outside our borders but by the same token, it must be removed from our society as well. Particularly in Quebec.

The Canadian Soccer Federation laid down the law to Quebec Soccer Association and the Quebec government is throwing its usual ridiculous tantrum…”You aren’t the boss of me!!” as it, once again, shoots itself in the foot. I’m surprised, in consideration of our present government, reigned over by our Reine La Vache Qui Rit, has any part of the feet left to shoot.

Here is a news flash for the white robe wearing members of Canadian society – open your windows and look outside. The world is changing, Canada is changing, it is moving forward. Get over yourselves – white skin and light eyes are simply genetic mutations, unlike your ignorance which is a personal choice and a particularly distasteful one.

A woman wearing a chador, a hijab or a sari are not “less than” the female wearing outfits that allow you to see what she had for lunch. Those women are as Canadian as is the woman in the business suit on the bus or the train next to you. These women have the right to wear what they choose, without commentary from the knuckle draggers, draped in their Canadian flags.

Our country is not a “white country” – this country, its provinces were actually “red” countries so the whole cultural identity thing is hogwash when you look at the nuts and bolts. We are a nation of immigrants. We are a nation full of cultures that arrived here, in many cases, fleeing oppression, bigotry, war and death.  To be fair, however, cultures are welcomed here as long as they understand our laws are not open for negotiation. You hit your wife, you beat your kids? You go to jail.  Unless you are a part of the white elite, in which case, you are permitted to get away with it – Google “Guy Turcotte”.

Back to this whole turban thing – most Sikh boys and the ones I’ve seen on the pitch and in the media are not wearing the Sikh turban as usually understood in Western culture but a variation called the patka. It is an unobtrusive head covering unless you are part of the culture of ignorance and object because it isn’t “White Canadian”. What’s the problem? It isn’t a safety issue; the objection is quite plain to see, regardless of rhetoric – the objection is bigoted and ugly. You can’t pretty up shit regardless of what colour you paint it. The controversy is not a controversy – it is racism, plain and simple. Funny how no one objected to patki when the Sikhs fought in our wars, isn’t it? Weird how that went down. You can die on our behalf but you can’t play soccer with a patka because it’s TOO dangerous!!

Wake up, you racist blockheads – Canada is changing, the world is changing. As long as we respect common sense and retain our basic freedoms, we can learn, we can love and we can laugh with so many of our fellow Canadians, regardless of race, creed or culture. And to our new Canadians – leave your own racism at the border of your birth countries. Understand our laws and remember that religion has no place in our laws. Respect for all – men, women and children.


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