Free Canuckistan!

Jack Milquetoast?

~ ITEM: What have we learned about Layton from all of this: “Frankly, I’d rather have a Prime Minister who isn’t stupid and got a hand job than one who is stupid and didn’t. In either case, Mr. Layton has babbled himself into a position where he would have us believe he was stupid. That’s not how a competent leader does things.” Milquetoast!; also, Not ready for prime time: Jack Layton goes limp under pressure; plus Jack Layton’s NDP: 9-11 conspiracies and internecine conflict

~ ITEM: NDP leader Jack Layton lived in subsidized housing with $120,000 income; NDP leader Jack Layton promises to promote greater access to abortion; NDP leader Jack Layton would kill jobs and raise energy prices with cap-and-trade; NDP leader Jack Layton gets medical care at private clinic instead of public hospital; NDP leader Jack Layton wants consumers to pay higher prices for lower quality goods

~ ITEM: Media spins police report of naked Jack Layton in “massage parlor”

~ ITEM: Jonathan Kay drops a bombshell: Claims a Liberal fixer tried to sell him the Layton story in 2008

~ ITEM: The best reason NOT to vote NDP (and it doesn’t involve rub-n-tugs); plus Canadian Muslim cites anti-Israel/conspiracy website in his endorsement of socialist NDP party

~ ITEM: Mark Steyn on Whorehouse Jack’s “Hand of fate”

“I gather the NDP spokeslady pointed out that, apropos Mr Layton’s Saturday night special, no charges were laid. Isn’t that an old vaudeville routine? Because the evidence wouldn’t stand up in court? Oh, well.
“I went for a massage at a community clinic,” Layton told reporters in Burnaby, BC. “The police advised it wasn’t the greatest place to be, so I left and I never went back.”

~ ITEM: JACK & OLIVIA.. “THE POOR”? “More interesting is the story the MSM still sit on, the use of low income housing in Toronto by Layton and Chow in the early 90s’. They were making $100,000 a year. What they did was register the house in the name of Chow’s mother who was an unemployed immigrant.

Today, Layton and Chow earn $350,000 together as MPs. They each get a housing allowance for living in Ottawa although they live together. According to House of Commons records for 2010, they spent one million dollars last year on travel and perks.”

~ ITEM: NDP leader defends himself in campaign’s final hours

~ ITEM: You Know Jack! What have we learned? Jack Layton was found naked in a whorehouse. Jack Layton was found with, though not in, a 3rd World Sex Trade Worker; plus update: “Daddy, what’s a community clinic?”; NEW: Top Ten Services at Whorehouse Jack’s Velvet Touch “Community Clinic”

~ ITEM: Reports of Layton at massage parlour an “ugly smear job”

~ ITEM: ‘Sun News gets expert adulterer to weigh in on Layton story’; plus Journalists! Your moral and intellectual superiors! (Andrew Coyne Edition)

~ ITEM: Jack was the victim, here! “The police advised that it wasn’t the greatest place to be and I left and I never went back”; plus more Scaramouche on WankingGate

~ ITEM: Kate @ SDA: Velvet Touch Massage parlour; also, Back in the day, legacy media could bury an inconvenient story; and Election 2011: Suspected John; plus Now is the time at SDA when we juxtapose!

~ ITEM: Xanthippa: What the Jack?!?!?

~ ITEM: Google News Links

~ ITEM: E-Jack-U-Layton: NDP Leader Caught in Bawdy House Years Ago

Lets Give Him A Big Hand!

~ AS A GRADE 5 YOOF in mid-70′s Tronna, even I knew what a “Massage Parlour” meant.. lower Yonge Street was all nekkid pictures, neon XXX & girls girls girls. Why, wonksters like Al Gore know what a massage parlour is for.

Whether or not Mr. Layton got a little young oriental sumptin-sumptin at a known facility for criminal gang-fronting sex-trade activities or not, is a matter for journalists to investigate.. not give a round-file cover-up in the interests of making nice.

What You Do

Character matters. Shiny Jack has cruised through the last few weeks like a Crown Prince Obama, with the electorate & media curiously uncurious about the man who would be king.. or king-maker. Hmmm.

Character matters. Lots of public figures have problems, temptations, and flaws which courtesy and kindness politely ignore. Christian mercy to a sinner is one thing: but if hard-socialist Jack Layton has had sexual favours from a teen oriental girl in a known sex-facility, that is (a) adultery, (2) whoring, (iii) and thus if we believe his alleged “Durhhh… I didn’t know no better“, he’s a mix of hugely naive, embarrassed, and thinks he can bald-headedly BS his way past the adoring public.

“Can you trust a man like Jack Layton who pretends not to know what “massage parlour” meant in the Toronto of 96?“

Blazing gets it.

Bad News All `Round

Even if this is all false, Punkin Jack has thus-far gotten the royal treatment from the media, the bloated & leak-prone Ottawa Civil Service (in part, the political arm of the NDipper Party, if my brother is anything to go by), and he deserves some microscopic attention NOW.

No more tongue-bathing from the media lapdogs for the commie Lil Squirt, all trying to get Jack off! This is a serious Federal Erection, after all. ~

Binks

P.S. As several commenters elsewhere point out, slavery (especially of women & girls for the sex-trade) is a serious problem in Canada. Many of those ‘employed’ in such sex-facilities are exploited by organized crime. Layton– and others– are partaking of the fruits of slavery, kidnapping, and the international trade in human beings.

P.P.S. Jack smeared! Out comes Olivia & the spin-meisters, saying exactly nothing. Poor judgment, cover-up, possible blackmail, letting his wife speak on his behalf & cover his ass… we’ve just learned a whole lot about Jack Layton. Add to that the pro-Taliban, anti-anti-terrorism & Jihadi connections of the NDP, and you have a perfect storm of dangerous & stupid waiting in the wings if the NDippers get the reins of power in Canuckistan.

Survivor: Ottawa

“Canadians are going into the Easter weekend tomorrow with a few truths to consider. First and foremost, Stephen Harper will be the next prime minister. Second, if Michael Ignatieff cannot be counted on to stop Stephen Harper from forming a majority, left-leaning Canadians will look to the much more likeable and ideological Jack Layton to oppose Mr. Harper in the 41st parliament. Third, Canadians will consider a coalition government to be explicitly on the table as Layton may be in an increased position of strength to negotiate its outcome.”

~ Stephen Taylor ~

~ ITEM: If NDP surge holds, it could be a game changer; Jack Layton the secret to NDP success; Matt Gurney: A strong NDP might be good for Canada

~ ITEM: Canada Votes: Time to write Liberals’ obituary?

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Alleluia, Christ is risen! The Lord is Risen Indeed, Alleluia!

The Paschal Sermon of St. John Chrysostom,

C. Late 4th or early 5th century

If any man be devout and loveth God,
Let him enjoy this fair and radiant triumphal feast!
If any man be a wise servant,
Let him rejoicing enter into the joy of his Lord.

If any have laboured long in fasting,
Let him how receive his recompense.
If any have wrought from the first hour,
Let him today receive his just reward.
If any have come at the third hour,
Let him with thankfulness keep the feast.
If any have arrived at the sixth hour,
Let him have no misgivings;
Because he shall in nowise be deprived therefore.
If any have delayed until the ninth hour,
Let him draw near, fearing nothing.
And if any have tarried even until the eleventh hour,
Let him, also, be not alarmed at his tardiness.

For the Lord, who is jealous of his honour,
Will accept the last even as the first.
He giveth rest unto him who cometh at the eleventh hour,
Even as unto him who hath wrought from the first hour.
And He showeth mercy upon the last,
And careth for the first;
And to the one He giveth,
And upon the other He bestoweth gifts.
And He both accepteth the deeds,
And welcometh the intention,
And honoureth the acts and praises the offering.

Wherefore, enter ye all into the joy of your Lord;
Receive your reward,
Both the first, and likewise the second.
You rich and poor together, hold high festival!
You sober and you heedless, honour the day!
Rejoice today, both you who have fasted
And you who have disregarded the fast.
The table is full-laden; feast ye all sumptuously.
The calf is fatted; let no one go hungry away.
Enjoy ye all the feast of faith:
Receive ye all the riches of loving-kindness.

Let no one bewail his poverty,
For the universal Kingdom has been revealed.
Let no one weep for his iniquities,
For pardon has shown forth from the grave.
Let no one fear death,
For the Saviour’s death has set us free.
He that was held prisoner of it has annihilated it.

By descending into Hell, He made Hell captive.
He embittered it when it tasted of His flesh.
And Isaiah, foretelling this, did cry:
Hell, said he, was embittered
When it encountered Thee in the lower regions.

It was embittered, for it was abolished.
It was embittered, for it was mocked.
It was embittered, for it was slain.
It was embittered, for it was overthrown.
It was embittered, for it was fettered in chains.
It took a body, and met God face to face.
It took earth, and encountered Heaven.
It took that which was seen, and fell upon the unseen.

O Death, where is thy sting?
O Hell, where is thy victory?

Christ is risen, and thou art overthrown!
Christ is risen, and the demons are fallen!
Christ is risen, and the angels rejoice!
Christ is risen, and life reigns!
Christ is risen, and not one dead remains in the grave.
For Christ, being risen from the dead,
Is become the first-fruits of those who have fallen asleep.

To Him be glory and dominion
Unto ages of ages.

Amen.

In Many Languages

~ WORD FROM THE VATICAN– Pope’s Easter Vigil Homily: We Celebrate the First Day of the New Creation

~ AN UNHAPPY EASTER for Mark Steyn’s kids: “I am looking this bright Easter morn at a Department of Homeland Security “Custody Receipt for Seized Property and Evidence”.. why not ship Mark’s kids some Kinder goodies.. via eBay! A little thank-you to a man who has fought tirelessly for our freedoms in Canuckistan. ~

Pure Chocolately Evil

¶    The Sacrifice.

By George Herbert

OH all ye, who passe by, whose eyes and minde
To worldly things are sharp, but to me blinde;
To me, who took eyes that I might you finde:
Was ever grief like mine?

The Princes of my people make a head
Against their Maker: they do wish me dead,
Who cannot wish, except I give them bread;
Was ever grief like mine?

Without me each one, who doth now me brave,
Had to this day been an Egyptian slave.
They use that power against me, which I gave:
Was ever grief like mine?

Mine own Apostle, who the bag did beare,
Though he had all I had, did not forbeare
To sell me also, and to put me there:
Was ever grief like mine?

For thirtie pence he did my death devise,
Who at three hundred did the ointment prize,
Not half so sweet as my sweet sacrifice:
Was ever grief like mine?

Therefore my soul melts, and my hearts deare treasure
Drops bloud (the onely beads) my words to measure:
O let this cup passe, if it be thy pleasure:
Was ever grief like mine?

These drops being temper’d with sinners tears
A Balsome are for both the Hemispheres:1
Curing all wounds, but mine; all, but my fears:
Was ever grief like mine?

Yet my Disciples sleep; I cannot gain
One houre of watching; but their drowsie brain
Comforts not me, and doth my doctrine stain:
Was ever grief like mine?

Arise, arise, they come.  Look how they runne!
Alas!  what haste they make to be undone!
How with their lanterns do they seek the sunne!
Was ever grief like mine?

With clubs and staves they seek me, as a thief,
Who am the Way and Truth, the true relief;
Most true to those, who are my greatest grief:
Was ever grief like mine?

Judas, dost thou betray me with a kisse?
Canst thou finde hell about my lips? and misse
Of life, just at the gates of life and blisse?
Was ever grief like mine?

See, they lay hold on me, not with the hands
Of faith, but furie: yet at their commands
I suffer binding, who have loos’d their bands
Was ever grief like mine?

All my Disciples flie; fear puts a barre
Betwixt my friends and me.  They leave the starre,
That brought the wise men of the East from farre.
Was ever grief like mine?

Then from one ruler to another bound
They leade me; urging, that it was not sound
What I taught: Comments would the test confound.
Was ever grief like mine?

The Priest and rulers all false witnesse seek
’Gainst him, who seeks not life, but is the meek
And readie Paschal Lambe of this great week:
Was ever grief like mine?

Then they accuse me of great blasphemie,
That I did thrust into the Deitie,
Who never thought that any robberie:
Was ever grief like mine?

Some said, that I the Temple to the floore
In three dayes raz’d, and raised as before.
Why, he that built the world can do much more:
Was ever grief like mine?

Then they condemne me all with that same breath,
Which I do give them daily, unto death.
Thus Adam my first breathing rendereth:
Was ever grief like mine?

They binde, and leade me unto Herod: he
Sends me to Pilate.  This makes them agree;
But yet their friendship is my enmitie:
Was ever grief like mine?

Herod and all his bands do set me light,
Who teach all hands to warre, fingers to fight,
And onely am the Lord of Hosts and might:
Was ever grief like mine?

Herod in judgement sits, while I do stand;
Examines me with a censorious hand:
I him obey, who all things else command:
Was ever grief like mine?

The Jews accuse me with dispitefulnesse;
And vying malice with my gentlenesse,
Pick quarrels with their onely happinesse:
Was ever grief like mine?

I answer nothing, but with patience prove
If stonie hearts will melt with gentle love.
But who does hawk at eagles with a dove?
Was ever grief like mine?

My silence rather doth augment their crie;
My dove doth back into my bosome flie,
Because the raging waters still are high:
Was ever grief like mine?

Heark how they crie aloud still, Crucifie:
It is not fit he live a day, they crie,
Who cannot live lesse then eternally:
Was ever grief like mine?

Pilate, a stranger, holdeth off; but they,
Mine owne deare people, cry, Away, away,
With noises confused frighting the day:
Was ever grief like mine?

Yet still they shout, and crie, and stop their eares,
Putting my life among their sinnes and fears,
And therefore wish my bloud on them and theirs:
Was ever grief like mine?

See how spite cankers things. These words aright
Used, and wished, are the whole worlds light:
But honey is their gall, brightnesse their night:
Was ever grief like mine?

They choose a murderer, and all agree
In him to do themselves a courtesie:
For it was their own case who killed me:
Was ever grief like mine?

And a seditious murderer he was:
But I the Prince of peace; peace that doth passe
All understanding, more then heav’n doth glasse:3
Was ever grief like mine?

Why, Caesar is their onely King, not I:
He clave the stonie rock, when they were drie;
But surely not their hearts, as I well trie:
Was ever grief like mine?

Ah! how they scourge me! yet my tendernesse
Doubles each lash: and yet their bitternesse
Windes up my grief to a mysteriousnesse:
Was ever grief like mine?

They buffet him, and box him as they list,
Who grasps the earth and heaven with his fist,
And never yet, whom he would punish, miss’d:
Was ever grief like mine?

Behold, they spit on me in scornfull wise,
Who by my spittle gave the blinde man eies,
Leaving his blindnesse to my enemies:
Was ever grief like mine?

My face they cover, though it be divine.
As Moses face was vailed, so is mine,
Lest on their double-dark souls either shine:
Was ever grief like mine?

Servants and abjects flout me; they are wittie:
Now prophesie who strikes thee, is their dittie.
So they in me denie themselves all pitie:
Was ever grief like mine?

And now I am deliver’d unto death,
Which each one calls for so with utmost breath,
That he before me well nigh suffereth:
Was ever grief like mine?

Weep not, deare friends, since I for both have wept
When all my tears were bloud, the while you slept:
Your tears for your own fortunes should be kept:
Was ever grief like mine?

The souldiers lead me to the common hall;
There they deride me, they abuse me all:
Yet for twelve heav’nly legions I could call:
Was ever grief like mine?

Then with a scarlet robe they me aray;
Which shews my bloud to be the onely way
And cordiall left to repair mans decay:
Was ever grief like mine?

Then on my head a crown of thorns I wear:
For these are all the grapes Sion doth bear,
Though I my vine planted and watred there:
Was ever grief like mine?

So sits the earths great curse in Adams fall
Upon my head: so I remove it all
From th’ earth unto my brows, and bear the thrall:
Was ever grief like mine?

Then with the reed they gave to me before,
They strike my head, the rock from thence all store
Of heav’nly blessings issue evermore:
Was ever grief like mine?

They bow their knees to me, and  cry, Hail king:
What ever scoffes & scornfulnesse can bring,
I am the floore, the sink, where they it fling:
Was ever grief like mine?

Yet since mans scepters are as frail as reeds,
And thorny all their crowns, bloudie their weeds;
I, who am Truth, turn into truth their deeds:
Was ever grief like mine?

The souldiers also spit upon that face,
Which Angels did desire to have the grace,
And Prophets, once to see, but found no place:
Was ever grief like mine?

Thus trimmed, forth they bring me to the rout,
Who Crucifie him, crie with one strong shout.
God holds his peace at man, and man cries out:
Was ever grief like mine?

They leade me in once more, and  putting then
Mine own clothes on, they leade me out agen.
Whom devils flie, thus is he toss’d of men:
Was ever grief like mine?

And now wearie of sport, glad to ingrosse
All spite in one, counting my life their losse,
They carrie me to my most bitter crosse:
Was ever grief like mine?

O all ye who passe by, behold and see;
Man stole the fruit, but I must climbe the tree;
The tree of life to all, but onely me:
Was ever grief like mine?

Lo, here I hang, charg’d with a world of sinne,
The greater world o’ th’ two; for that came in
By  words, but this by sorrow I must win:
Was ever grief like mine?

Such sorrow as, if sinfull man could feel,
Or feel his part, he would not cease to kneel.
Till all were melted, though he were all steel:
Was ever grief like mine?

But, O my God, my God! why leav’st thou me,
The sonne, in whom  thou dost delight to be?
My God, my God ——
Never was grief like mine.

Shame tears my soul, my bodie many a wound;
Sharp nails pierce this, but sharper that confound;
Reproches, which are free, while I am bound.
Was ever grief like mine?

Now heal thy self, Physician; now come down.
Alas! I did so, when  I left my crown
And fathers smile for you, to feel his frown:
Was ever grief like mine?

In healing not my self, there doth consist
All that salvation, which ye now resist;
Your safetie in my sicknesse doth subsist:
Was ever grief like mine?

Betwixt two theeves I spend my utmost breath,
As he that for some robberie suffereth.
Alas! what have I stollen from you?  Death.
Was ever grief like mine?

A king my title is, prefixt on high;
Yet by my subjects am condemn’d to die
A servile death in servile companie:
Was ever grief like mine?

They give me vinegar mingled with gall,
But more with malice: yet, when they did call,
With Manna, Angels food, I fed them all:
Was ever grief like mine?

They part my garments, and by lot dispose
My coat, the type of love, which once cur’d those
Who sought for help, never malicious foes:
Was ever grief like mine?

Nay, after death their spite shall further go;
For they will pierce my side, I full well know;
That as sinne came, so Sacraments might flow:
Was ever grief like mine?

But now I die; now all is finished.
My woe, mans weal: and now I bow my head.
Onely let others say, when I am dead,
Never was grief like mine.

via

~ ITEM: A Sermon for Friday in Holy Week commonly called Good Friday — “I crucified thee”, By Dr. Robert Crouse (R.I.P 2011).

~ ITEM: American Digest– The Cross of Moab

~ ITEM: Natpost- Christian pilgrims brave stormy Good Friday; National Post editorial: The truth and power of Easter; Father Raymond J. deSouza: Good Friday election is a bad idea; Pope warns of falling belief in West at Holy Thursday ceremony

~ UPDATE: The ‘judgment’ was for $15K from Guy Earle, and $7.5K from the club owner, for a shakedown total of $22.5K.

~ ITEM: Comic Guy Earle Fined 15K For Offending Heckling Dyke By BCHRT!; what Shaidle said; what Scaramouche said; links piling up at Catfur

~ ITEM: Pardy v. Earle and others (No. 4)

~ ITEM: Steyn on Earle (2010); FRESH STEYN on Earle (2011): The Human Right Not To Be “Offended”

~ ITEM: Kate McMillan: “I’ll miss the comedy clubs…” ~ By the way, what happened to all those “comics for freedom“? In the end, the liberals won’t be there for you.

~ ITEM: Guy Earle–

“YOU are kidding ME

I’m shaking over here… what a bloody joke.
15K for being misquoted and I NEVER thought I would have to correct/defend my words in a free country. (Alas, we ain’t free are we?) The way the thing is worded, its like the BCHRT looked for every excuse to hang me. BIZARRE, what did I ever do to Canada, except help promote and educate starting comics for the last 20 years?? You can read the pointless “findings” of the BCHRT here. Funny, how they STILL admit they have no jurisdiction but continue to harass and harm me.

I hate to ask, folks… but it looks like I’ll be going to the Supreme Court after-all… “

~ ITEM: Guy On Ezra’s Sun-TV; Ez in 2008: Lorna Pardy, embarrasser of lesbians

~ ITEM: Earle ‘trial’ blow-by-blow

~ HUMANS LIKE inequalities, when the balance is in their favour. A lesbian comedian mocking a heckling straight couple is the flavour of the times; vice-versa? Why, that’s a Hate Crime, according to the petty comedy-police of the BCHRT. Guy Earle: THOUGHT CRIMINAL!

The Keystone Kops of the BCHRT were the ones who wasted a pretty penny in Maclean’s lawyers, magisterially deciding whether or not Mark Steyn were real funny, or not real funny. They had alleged “humour” experts, even, and blustering Sock-Puppets, and everything. Two-ring circus, maybe.

Said marsupial show-trial got live-blogged, blogged, media-attention, and Steyn-friendly bloggers onsite for moral and media-support. Guy Earle? I honestly thought he’d been acquitted of said foolishness.

I blame Napoleon.

What’s that? Well, as Paul Johnson  details in his 1992 book on modernity, The Birth of the Modern: World Society 1815-1830, it was Napoleon who gave the modern world the fashion of secret police. Even after his final fall, suddenly every European ruler wanted grubby little spies– mostly impoverished young nobility– to snoop and report on the civilians, and uncover conspiracies against the regime.. and to spy on one another. Delightful.

This ‘internal security’ mentality is with us in the hodge-podge of Human Rights Committees, Commissions, and the like. Even though Canada is one of the most peaceful democracies ever anywhere, yet– they solemnly warn us– we are only one basement Nazi, one offending Comedian, one saucy blogger or author away from utter societal collapse and open warfare.

On the other hand, if we bend the knee to the thought police, what paradisal inoffensiveness awaits! A veritable utopia of obedient people, not obeying God or Commandments or conscience, but the ever-changing flavour of the month of possible offended sensibilities.

Therefore, And In Conclusion

I dunno if Guy Earle is going to appeal this bullshite, but I would. Nor do I know if he has a legal defence fund, but if so, let’s donate to help him. After all, the BCHRT and their kin are all our grubby little secret police, tolerated and intolerant, crushing little people when they can get away with it, just because they say so. $15 000.00 is real money to ordinary peoples.

And no giant anti-lesbian pogrom broke out after Guy Earle’s stupid comments. Thousands of corpses did not litter the street as homonuclear Guyite minions cleansed the area of Sapphic offenders. The BCHRT is a little KGB, a mini-Gestapo, and should be treated as such.

So What Now?

Lefties? Pony up, or shut up. And fair-minded same-sexers? You either stand loud & proud against such touchy petty-fascism as that of Lorna Pardy & company, or forever shut up about your alleged fabulous rights and freedoms.

Let tribunal member Murray Geiger-Adams and the other crypto-tyrants at the BCHRT know what you think– politely, but very clearly. CC us, your elected representatives, sympathetic bloggers and media, and Mark Steyn.

After all, if occasionally acting like a drunken idiot is now a thought crime, an awful lot of Canadians should be rounded up. ~

Binks

BCHumanRightsTribunal@gov.bc.ca