Multicultists Come Home To Roost
 

 

One of the side issues that you don't see covered a lot in the hoopla over the Beijing Olympics is the billions of dollars poured into the presentation of the games: everything from the buildings of the venues to the security (nice job so far, guys) and that funny little runner/fake Chinese character that serves as the Games' symbol. Mucho dinero has been forked out to give the Olympics China's best spin in light of its human rights/public relations problems and the houses and land razed to build the facilities, among other problems. Toronto, and Canada as well, are having a PR dilemma of our own when it comes to the spike in horrendous and violent crime committed by non-whites.

Thanks to the federal policies of multiculturalism that dumped wave after wave of non-white immigrants for close to forty years on Canada (and especially, on this town) and the total willingness of this City to tolerate the mayhem and crime too many of them are responsible for, we're finally — even if it's just a little — starting to acknowledge the folly of that idiotic municipal slogan Diversity is Our Strength. And, as the shock and horror that happened on that Greyhound bus in Manitoba is only now starting to deaden, its circumstances will have a lasting effect from coast to coast. That, coupled with the recent unrest on the streets of Montreal in mid-August, will now having even some liberals and libertines having to admit that we have a race problem in this nation. Let's face it, a lot of Canadians will not be looking at Asian Canadians the same way after the murder of Tim McLean.

Over the decades a number of high-profile non-white crime cases and criminal activity have touched this city: the killing of Barry Cobby by Paul Smithers in the 1970s, the Boxing Day 2006 murder of Jane Creba, the no-go areas that rose in Toronto such as St. James Town and Regent Park to name a few, the areas of this city that even the police charged with keeping safe fear to enter. By tolerating it and by electing time and time and time again nothing but gutless cowards afraid to name the problem and doing something about it — aside from midnight basketball.

Locally, the old policy of censoring out the ethnic/racial descriptions of non-white suspects and arrested individuals by the police and media is starting to crumble. Even the Toronto Star, which once had a policy virtually written in stone to leave out racial descriptions of criminals and suspects, finds it getting more and more impossible not to refrain from covering the racial aspects of Toronto's violent crime, and photos of non-white suspects are starting to appear in their crime reports.

The multicultists — those who supported open immigration and the observance of special rights and programs from English as a Second Language to City documents and forms printed at taxpayer expense in Chinese, Korean, Hindi, etc. —  are coming home to roost, as the resurgence of high-profile violence by non-whites in Canada is laying bare the lie that their brand of diversity works.

We've got a spiking crime epidemic no one give a hoot about, except to score political points or to embarrass us with useless and stupid "Let's Ban Guns" petitions and drives. Two main areas need focus: the scrapping of the Youth Justice Act, including the provisions forbidding identification of so-called young offenders. Let's see the faces and read the names of these predators. And let's punish them like adults when the violence and gravity of the crime is equal to that committed by adults. They're not hard done by or misunderstood; they're criminals; let's give these punks and monsters hard time, not a youth advocate, a press conference and book deal.

Not all our crime trouble is imported or from the grandsons of those we brought here. Aboriginal peoples in cities large and small have contributed to violent crime, and not just the anarchy in Caledonia that continues to fester unstopped. It's disgraceful we allow it to continue, let alone allowed it to take place at all. Let's get our troops out of foreign wars that are none of our business and send them to checkpoints and to restore and keep the peace here, in Caledonia for starters.

For all the tragedy and mayhem of the murder of Tim McLean and the Montreal riots, there is one tiny bright spot: the potential that we finally will see the dangers from the strangers placed among us, and that enough of us will have the courage to speak up and spoil the media/politicians/police troika of deceit and censorship over a problem that is as much a threat to out well being as a society as pollution.

It's time we faced up to some truths that only cowardly libertines deny — that race is a factor in this city's and this nation's growing crime crisis. We have a bad habit of allowing our rage to dissipate top quickly after hearing about murders such as Tim McLean's or Jane Creba's. We're angry, and in a week, it's gone. We don't remember the outrages for a long time, or at least until the next atrocity. That's a real indictment of us all, and one that should stir us to think hard (we've thought long enough) about how multiculturalism has failed and how it continues to endanger Canada and Canadians.

How much longer?

 

 

Lousy Mothers Endanger Us All
 

 

It was around this time of the year when, in 1970, just after my family enjoyed Warrior's Day at the CNE, my mother Alice succumbed to a heart attack and I lost her. She was a wonderful woman, despite being my foster mother. Her kids were her treasures and she worked her guts off to see to it we were clean, clothed, fed properly and loved. Moms like her are sadly near extinction, if not totally vanished from our society.

Understandably. I get my skivvies in a knot every time I hear or read about some wild woman who neglects, hurts, sexually abuses, or damn them, murders their children. Women's lib and trollops like Gloria Steinem and Betty Friedan and just about every "modern" gal from Oprah to Ellen Degeneres to Hollywood sluts like Paris and Lindsay and the Olsen twins need more than a good talkin'-to. Maybe a week in the bucket would do them a world of good. Unfortunately, the damage that has been caused by almost four decades of fun-loving bitches goes on. Every day there are stories of children neglected, starving, beaten and involved in all manner of criminal activity, largely thanks to their moms (and grandmoms) who care more about a night on the town and "self-actualizing" than to tend to home and hearth. Some recent stories caught my eye:

In Florida, a grandmother was charged after police found her driving around a parking lot with her three-year-old granddaughter on the roof of the vehicle.

A woman living in Hollywood (!) who coos over a puppy that was cloned in Korea denies she kidnapped and raped a Mormon missionary thirty years ago.

A two-year old girl, Caylee Anthony goes missing and her mother does not report it until over a month later in Florida. Later press reports and pictures show her going nightclubbing just days before she reports the girl's disappearance.

Simply put, these women are out of control — no morals, no religion and devoid of any understanding or sense of duty and responsibility to their families

In other cultures, there's reason to worry, too: Chinese women are a mystery. In that part of the world (and in other Asian cultures) there's incredible pressure on kids to succeed at school and to be high achievers. When that gets to the nth degree, there's good cause to worry about how the kids will turn out — especially if one of them is sitting on a bus next to you.

Aboriginal Indian women don't believe in good old fashioned discipline for their young'ns. Anybody who has had to share urban living space with them can see the tragic results of poverty, alcohol and substance abuse and violence in North America's cities and small towns.

And, of course, there are the loud, shrill black moms either MIA or too busy trying to be Oprah or too afraid to tell their sons to quit hanging around their "gangsta bros" and get in the house. They save their loud voices to yell and blame us white folks when their son is charged with a violent crime or ends up on the wrong end of a bullet.

And what to we men do? Well, there's sure a lack of intestinal fortitude and spine among so many of us to do just about anything in this matriarchized society. You can end up in a police car just for raising your voice to the missus in many places, and don't think these harridans don't know it. A lot of these shrews are now getting downright physical, starting brawls often times right in front of a kid that's wearing dirty clothes and likely hasn't a decent meal in days. It's little wonder why cops hate handling domestic calls; a dispute over whose turn it was to do dishes can turn into a stabbing, shooting or beating administered by some hefty gal, and who wants to get in the way of that?

Let's not forget that most repulsive of creatures, the MIA and/or permissive mom who lets her teen or adolescent daughter go everywhere dressed like a Yonge Street trollop or is just away from home so often to go clubbing and boozing and you-know-whatting, that the kids have carte blanche to commit any and all manner of mayhem.

Frankly, I don't see why women who decide to get married and have children are so miserable. They squawk about not having enough power. Ye gods, they have the power to change the course and progress of Mankind right there in their reproductive systems. And instead of using it for the purpose God gave it — the continuation of the species, too damn many of them either refuse to continue the tribe or try to mate outside their own kind. They carry on with total abandon, not caring about the health and welfare of the gifts from God sitting at home (or heaven knows where) and doing who knows what. Hey, your job takes you away from the family? Quit! Be a mom again and re-budget yourself to live with less.

It's time to put away the picket sign and quit meowing, ladies (and I use the term ladies advisedly). The real world is not some Mary Tyler Moore fantasy; there's still real men out there who will make good mates and great fathers for your kids. Just delete the Marxist garbage some fat gal or failed hippie-turned academic probably taught you in college and start being real women. Take care of your health, and be feminine.

And for Pete's sake, let's stop treating crappy moms like Joan of Arc, and making excuses for them; when they're caught neglecting or hurting their kids. punish them with the full force of the law and with the same equality-treatment they spent so much time marching for in the 1970's. They're not misunderstood, they're just bitches, and even if they do suffer abuse or had a bad childhood, it's no excuse to take it out on their own flesh and blood. Just get off the cross and take your medicine. And if they kill their kids, to hell with whether or not they had Munchhausen's Syndrome or told the court they were trying to kill a demon possessing their baby. Lock 'em up and toss the key in the lake.

Lousy mothers endanger us all, especially when they or their lawyers try to justify the crap they pull or give some kind of lousy excuse as to why their kid is half -starved or neglected or wearing tatters. I've heard them all, from spousal abuse to being abused themselves to a misfiring brain cell, and it doesn't wash.

Shakespeare didn't know the half of it when he wrote Taming of the Shrew. Sins of the fathers? Hey, let's tend to the sins of the mothers, too, okay?

 

 

Crime Reporters: MIA
 

 

In large cities or semi-civilized nations like Canada, we have — or had — an abundance of reporters and journalists who once could be counted on to report all the facts of prominent and important events and stories. They didn't have to worry about being "politically correct," or have their paper's legal department go through their copy with a fine tooth comb to avoid lawsuits; they were much like their TV and movies images: fearless and doggedly determined to get and report the truth, hurt feelings be damned.

Today in the real world, it's a different story. In Toronto, you have access to three national TV networks with news departments, two of them (CBC and CTV) with separate all-news channels, urban-based TV channels/mini-networks like City-TV and A-Channel (soon to be re-christened as "A") and here in Ontario, CTV Globemedia-owned Pulse 24. You have four — count 'em, four — daily newspapers in Toronto alone, not to mention all the news your heart desires over the Internet. And still, two recent stories indicate how so-called journalists' spines have turned yellow or how they (along with the rest of their anatomies) have disappeared, gone M.I.A., if you will, and have refrained from giving us the 411 on important stories dealing with the rise of crime and the backgrounds of those human septics committing it.

Those who have had their bikes stolen can relate to the tale of the accused thief/fence Igor Kenk, now facing 58 charges relating to bicycle theft and drug trafficking, now out on bail. In connection to the investigation, 2,700 bikes (yes, 2,700) were seized by police along with $70,000 worth of prohibited substances. Only 330 of the bikes' owners have recovered their bikes. This lowlife Kenk, who lives common law with one Jeannie Chung, was allegedly selling the bikes like some law-abiding businessman living in Toronto's chi-chi Yorkville area before he was busted (the Sun related that at least 16 search warrants were executed by police). That's pretty much all the media's said or speculated about him. We know nothing about his background (is he Hungarian? A Russian Jew? Does he or did he have connections with the Russian Mafia?) It's a good bet that Igor didn't get here on the Mayflower or win his passage to Canada on The Price Is Right. So where is the skinny on this guy, the same kind of lengthy biographical stuff that would normally fill one page of the weekend edition of your favorite paper: Criminal history, associates, family, was his dad a drunk or a philanderer? Did his mom have to raise him alone and support him by slinging booze at The Nag and Weasel? You know, the kind of thing every local Jimmy Olsen and Lois Lane should have burned the midnight oil to find out and report on, preferably before Kenk supposedly began his little nefarious business.

Sadly, there is not a lot of real gutsy, get-the-dirt-on these guys evident anymore in the local and national media. It's amazing how well journalists can get all the bias-angled dirt on enemies of the Zionist-controlled papers and news departments when it's a Muslim fundamentalist or a White Nationalist who're in the editor's and/or publisher's cross-hairs; but when it comes to street trash who are a little bit cagier and more arrogant than the guys too busy stumbling around or upchucking in alleys from the wages of drugs, you don't hear nada, zip, zilch, bupkis. Just details of the arrest, accompanied quite bit by the oh-my-God-look-what-this-guy-did, and some prose that gives this twerp the same air of glamour that reporters of many years ago gave to murderous bastards and bitches like Alonzo Boyd, Al Capone and Bonnie and Clyde. Back then, Al Capone was glowingly nicknamed the Mayor of Cicero and the now-famous details of Bonnie and Clyde, portrayed as a latter-day Romeo and Juliet, except they were bloodthirsty killers with tommy-guns who died bloody deaths.

Why is it that there is so little we hear and see or read on how scummy these s.o.b.'s are and were? Well, police aren't much help, especially when the hunt is on for the more violent ones running loose who do not happen to be white, but rather, "young, urban and poor." And we see the shameful cowardice exhibited at the too-little details given and revealed about suspects' ages, clothing, known associates, hangouts and yes — background and RACE (I'm talking to you, Toronto Star ) — is nothing short of aiding and abetting these vipers. And where is all the backlash commentary against this joke called the Youth Justice Act and the mollycoddling way treat these hoodlums instead of giving them a good dose of hard time with other gun-toters and killers? And that is not the worst of it.

Anybody notice just how slowly the cops and the Winnipeg and Western provincial news media got details to us about Vince Weiguang Li, who stands accused and will be tried shortly for what has to be the most gruesome act of savage murder ever committed in Canada, the stabbing, beheading and cannibalization of Tim McLean aboard a Greyhound Bus as cowardly spectators watched? What were they (or anyone trying to hide about Li, anyway?) For hours just after the first reports, all the TV media did was to loop footage of the isolated bus sitting near Portage La Prairie, and later, the grief of Mr. McLean's family and friends; virtually nothing was aired about the bastard who allegedly waved around his victim's severed head and held off cops (who wouldn't even fire a stun/gas grenade or swarm him or taser him into submission, but reportedly tried to negotiate with this monster).

Finally we got some details, albeit at a snail's pace: The accused was working as a member of Grant Baptist Church in Winnipeg, just an average Joe, another short-time immigrant trying to be a useful, productive member of society, to hear Pastor Thomas Castor tell it in his interview with CTV. Yeah, he did real good ...until he apparently snapped and horrifically expelled his anger on an isolated road on a sleeping young man. The Winnipeg media barons, TV, radio and print, should be flogged in stocks for not telling us about Li and allowing your city and its inhabitants to suffer for your political correctness.

Another thing that burns my biscuits is this line that began popping up in comments, letters to editors and from "professionals": "It's only one incident/it's isolated/let's be careful not to over-react," HELLOOOO! A human soul, while he was sleeping, was stalked by a man brandishing a "Rambo knife," had his head brutally and bloodily severed from his body by a creature who allegedly fed on his flesh — a scenario right out of a Hannibal Lecter movie, except the accused wasn't a demonic shrink, but a real-life monster who wasn't even born here, one that we let in and coddled and allowed to be protected by people like the "good pastor."

Failing to report on crime and criminals has a lot a bad effects. When journalists fail to tell the "five W's" on suspects and those charged and/or convicted, we put our whole communities at risk. We further strain what fragility of safety we enjoy now. When crooks see that the media isn't on their heels, it will encourage them and soon, crime of all stripes — theft, rape, robbery and violent murder — flourish. Same goes when we don't try like hell to get this abomination called the Youth Justice Act held up to the light and shown for the sham it is, and abolished.

As for the horror of the Greyhound Bus killing, I hope that on Thursday August 7 at 10 a.m., when the Facebook group R.I.P. Tim McLean, calls upon us to observe a minute's silence, we all also remember how little the press and media does to prevent people like Igor Kenk and Vince Li from victimizing us.

And as for you media clowns in Winnipeg and in Manitoba (and the rest of Canada), I sincerely hope this horrific crime snaps you out of your collective cowardly stupor, and that you remember that we, the public who buy your papers and watch your stations, have an incontestable right to be made aware of the evil among us. Get off your rear ends, tell your bosses' lawyers to go to hell and tell us the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth about crime, about criminals and all who prey and endanger us. It's your job, dammit. Start doing it.

And if you think your favorite station is slacking off, contact them or write to major companies who sponsor their news shows (there's links on the NPC Links page). Don't just accept what little pap or lies or sanitized news you're fed. Get active and raise a little hell and their blood pressures.

 

 

Who Let the Dogs Out?
 

 

It's pretty sad and sick when someone poisons dogs. No doubt my local readers are well aware of the incidents in High Park where someone or some people unknown has been poisoning dogs; two of them have died and in one reported incident, a raccoon was reported dead with a bouquet of flowers in its paws. (I'm not making this up). And I do hope that they catch the diseased mind(s) who did it; no animal should be subjected to that cruel kind of monstrosity.

Yet, I'm not too broken up about all the fuss and the tears of the owners who act as though their spouse has suddenly died and act even more devastated at the death of an animal than for a human. Number one, dogs are supposed to be on leashes or under some control in an urban environment. In no religion I know of is the dog granted the same rights of freedom as humans to roam free and leave their Lassie leftovers everywhere. Dogs can be beneficial to humans, yes (by that I mean dogs which help police track criminals and dogs who hear for the deaf and see for the blind), but I'm getting more than impatient with these owners who treat their mutts with more respect and dignity than their own kith and kin. You know the type I mean, especially those who get downright angry when you get ticked when their precious Sweetums does his thing on your lawn or won't stop barking, and I don't mean just those twerps who own pit bulls and other aggressive, dangerous breeds (I wish Dalton McGuinty would go after them with the same zeal he does legal gun owners). I really am wary of those who say, "Don't worry, he won't bite" — just before you hear the fatal growl....were it up to me, all dog owners whose mutts bite someone would be forced to take the same painful tetanus shots their victims have to, in just the same way.

I don't hate dogs. When I was a kid, I had a smart, half-Dauschund/half-terrier named Princess, who I walked first thing in the morning every day, and it broke me up when I had to give her up just after my dad died. Then I grew up and became a cat person.
How dogs have been elevated to near-godlike status boggles my mind. From the wonder-dogs of films and TV like Lassie and Rin Tin Tin, canines are treated by so many with the kind of respect we only held for heads of state and Popes. Anglo women are the worst...many of these silly people put clothes on them and take them to doggie hotels, manicurists and dog psychiatrists, for heaven's sake! They're a fixture on idiot-fests like Funniest Home Videos, and in July we will have TV's first dog reality show, America's Greatest Dog. Yeeeeeeeeesh...

For those of you who have lost your pets, I do sympathize; there is a unique bond we have with animals we take into our homes as pets. But all of us do not place our dogs higher than their fellow humans; we control our pets as the law says we must; even game-show hosts tell us to neuter and spay pets, acknowledging that the pet population is reaching dangerous levels. But for pity's sake, control your pooch and leave your damned super-arrogant PETA attitude towards all things furry at home. Or, take it to Abu Ghraib or some other USA-run camp of horrors where those sickos now have your precious mutts used to torture Muslims; you'll fit right in.

All we ask of you is to respect our rights and not allow your dog to decorate the parks and lawns uncontrolled, leaving Memories of Marmaduke everywhere that my tax bucks have to pay to clean, even in leash-free areas of parks. If you're going to have a dog, remember, they are not meant to be in big cities, even though they, like cities, are domestic creations of Man. They belong on farms and rural area where they can get plenty of exercise in fresh air and the danger and damage from their poop is minimal. You can get as much fun and pleasure from a cat or a bird. Even goldfish are relaxing and educational. Remember, people come first.

There, I said it. Go Garfield!

 

 

Abortion Hurts Us All
 

 

We're a country of strange priorities. Canadians have no qualms about spending billions upon billions to send young men and women into foreign lands for some bloody internationalist control/seize-the-oil cause, or to help them keep their feet on the necks of ancient peoples who just want to be left alone, and justifying it by whining about what people like the Taliban have done (Oh, "they're not letting girls go to school, they're hurting women!"), when the reality is, they're just trying to keep God in their lives and that of their culture.

What a damnable pity that we murder God-believers while simultaneously handing out this nation's highest government-given civilian award, The Order of Canada, to the likes of 85-year old Doctor Henry Morgentaler. There's been a big flap about this, and rightly so. Many OOC recipients have returned their awards and lapel-pins in disgust upon the announcement of his receiving it on July 1st of this year. Morgentaler has been the darling of feminists and Marxists for decades now, and has been through a few close calls as a result of his so-called mission to uphold a woman's "right" to murder a fetus.

Let's get one thing out of the way right now, and damn what any pinhead judge or "legal expert" says: abortion is an act of deliberate murder, the snuffing out of a new human life once it is conceived and begins to grow. A fetus is a life, (not a "thing" Dr. Morgentaler, a life,) growing biologically in a woman, and anyone who terminates that life--of any background-- to me is as guilty of murder as a man who kills during a robbery. I can't express in words the anger that coursed through me when I learned that our own Governor-General Michaelle Jean, our Queen's representative in Canada, conferred this award to this butcher, and on Canada Day! I'm still steaming at how we choose to devalue humanity and human life by giving this entity an award instead of throwing him into the smelliest prison cell we can find. And given that him being a Holocaust survivor is told as part of Dr. Morgentaler's earlier life, I am stymied at not only could he even contemplate doing such a barbaric act on a regular basis, but how he can be elevated to near-saint status for making a reputation and money from this deviltry. I'd like here to slam those "feminists" who have supported this man and this evil of abortion. To me you are all about as far away from "feminine" as the center of Earth is from Mars.

Statistics Canada says that over 96,000 abortions were performed in Canada in 2005, that's 28.3% for every 100 live births, a shattering figure that makes the heart stop. In 1969, Pierre Trudeau drafted and his accursed Liberals passed our 'modern' abortion laws, which basically provided one legal way for abortions: that they were to be performed in a hospital with the approval of a three-member committee. In 1988, our Supreme Court perverted the Charter of Rights and Freedoms to strike down the abortion laws, , citing that they violated the "security of the person" provision of the Charter's Section 7. The life in the womb was not considered to be legally a person, and so this nation gave abortions a license to kill.

It is truly frightening how cavalier we treat this abomination; the act of literally vacuuming a fetus from a woman's womb, or poisoning it, or any of the other gruesome ways this is done, it's all treated with the casualty of wiping up a juice stain. And the ways we have made abortion, contraception and birth control pills and devices so readily available just galls me. It's so symbolic of the hedonistic society we have evolved into, wherein a new human life is treated like an inconvenience, a little problem that can be fixed with a secret trip to the doctor or a trip to your local Rexall store.

How much easier is it to destroy the concept of family, wherein men and women mate and create the next generation, when we make access to murder as easy as buying a bag of potato chips? It cheapens and denigrates the very cultural aspects of family; the meeting, the decision to form and to create a family. It's part-and-parcel of the whole navel-gazing libertine "do-your-own-thing" crapola that has plagued this part of the world since the advent of the hippie. Women have been turned into merely creatures, gender-confused entities, with the act of sensuality once associated with the act of romantic intercourse, Sex is now, thanks to abortion and women's lib, just a mechanical function, its meaning reduced to only pleasure, and not the way in which we produce the next of our kind.

And I'm not letting the doctors and drug companies off, either. I say haul abortionists and abortion-access advocates into the can, along with the CEO's of companies who manufacture and market the 'morning after pill', IUD's, Plan B or any other contraceptive. This, combined with promiscuous women (many of whom who pass their garbage life-philosophy on to their daughters or use or advocate The Pill themselves) has created a horror unlike anything I've witnessed. And yep, abortion, and the tolerance and encouragement/sanctioning of it has done its part in forcing imported labor onto our shows to work for McWages and ever-declining standards, as they are now "needed" to replace the declining white birthrate (all this I might add, while millions have been spent in Third World nations on fertility clinics and teaching women and girls "safe sex" practices).

Have we truly sunk so low in this part of the world where there are whole organizations who are devoted to legalizing abortion (NOW, NARAL)? I put these vipers in the same league as those who think it's a-okay for adults to engage in sex with minors. They all belong in the sewers with the rats and liquid pollution.

Abortion hurts us all. It destroys life, it undermines the sacredness of humanity's very existence, it contributes to economic woe. Those who advocate or promote it deserve nothing but our most vile contempt and loathing. And Henry Morgentaler does not deserve the Order of Canada.

 

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