~ OY, CANADA! With Bill M-103 now passed (and the “after-process” of defining crimes, punishments, and all the rest, in the newly unfree Shariafied Canadia), there is:
(1) What they double-pinky-swear will never happen, nothing to see here, all is well, it’s all harmless, you sillies;
(2) what they plan will happen, NOT the same as (1);
(3) What will develop from what they did & planned, and:
(4) how it will be all abusively mis-applied in the real world.
Progressives are stupid like that– there are no unintended consequences, human nature, sin or Satan or God in their carefully planned magical utopias. That’s why their schemes fail, get horrible, and why they never learn, or care to learn from any mistaks, reality-checks, or reflection. They say X, some magic happens, thus, it is so. Ta-da!
How We Got Here
Here’s how. Oil!! The West fiddled in the Middle East in the last century, after the Turkish Empire fell apart (WWI), for oil & suchlike. The Progressive Left hates the West, and serious Christianity; the newly aggravated Middle East hates the West, and serious Christianity.
Her is a match made in hell, kills two birds with one stone, to crush & divide nations using smelly little progressive pieties and manipulative politics, aided and abetted by soft-Jihad, squishy liberalized churches, with smiles all ’round. Because? Tolerance (enslavement to novel or toxic ideology & religion, for subversive purposes)! This is all subversion.
Militant cultural supremacist Muslims love such useful idiocy, and talk all pretty about rights & freedoms and burning issues and unity and fellowship (watch Iqra Khalid in vid). Liberal Party voters mostly, useful idiots all. ~
Bend over, cuz here it comes. The all-but open Sharia (Islamic Law on Blasphemy* = anti-Islamic statements, even based on truth & facts, and statements by Muslims) has officially become law in stupid Canada. Let’s give a big welcome to the ridiculous & unjust New UnFreeSpeech Sharia-police Kangaroo Kourts, even worse than the old ridiculous & unjust Human Rights Commission Gestapo Kangaroo Kourts.
This is progress, suicidal Leftist-style. The process will be the punishment, O kuffar infidels! Let the chill, the silencing, the mutual surveillance and tattling and untold suffering and injustice begin!!
Come and get me, Ya damned Islamo-Supremacist faerie fucksticks!
* Logically, one can only blaspheme (religiously insult) one’s own particular faith. Islam claims to be the one true faith whether you like it or not, with universal insultability by atheists, Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, Sikhs, and whoever else, so shut up, they explained, and cough up $$$. “Logic”, truth, evidence, applicability are not Muslim Supremacist essentials. In a different time and place, this would be “Insulting the Fuhrer”, or “Counter-Revolutionary activity” under Mao, Stalin, or the North Korean or Cambodian or current Chinese regimes. Guilty until the fair trial, then imprisoned, or shot.
** Just FYI: It was for blogging on such topics that my own dear sainted NDP-Is-Kinda-Right-Wing hyper-Progressive Mother used to call me a racist Nazi, amongst other things.
–> Book Review: “An aspect of particular importance is his telling how young men who are both non-homosexual and who believe in traditional Catholicism are weeded out of the seminaries and barred from becoming priests. The new orthodoxy isn’t passive; instead, it actively screens out those who don’t fit its mold. The existence of this ostracism is perhaps the main thrust of his book.” [my emPHASis]
~ MOST PEOPLE IN THE PEWS, assuming the best, think seminaries and theology schools are holy centres for imparting piety, learning, wisdom, and Christ-like zeal to new clergy.
“Surely,” they suppose, “such places are little outposts of God’s Kingdom on earth, training up our ministers and priests into fine examples of preachers, teachers, pastors, and human beings.” You know, just like universities in 2017 are centres of learning, calm scholarship, and imparting the wisdom and skills of the ages to young and eager minds. Not unreasonable– but naive in 2017.
Because, The Asteroid.
The Truth-Shattering Kaboom
When the Awesome Utopian World Revolution™ was slow a-comin’ after the 1800s and the bloodthirsty Soviet revolt, Communists and Socialists decided to go after All The Things. Schools, and universities; governments; culture and media; business and Charitable Foundations; and especially all the churches. Afterwards, the outside would still appear the same– think all those hallowed & Ivy-clad towers of academe– but the inside would be radicalized beyond all recognition. The key was and is to keep the ordinary suckers mostly clueless, and still attending & paying for it all.
This group of fellow travellers were the Frankfurt School, and they taught the ideas and techniques for subversion. Imagine something which looks & sounds exactly like your dear Auntie Mabel, but she’s actually a pod person replacement.
For the churches, the same process that we see bearing fruit now in North American and European centres of higher learning– ignorance, violence, propaganda, safe-spaces, and a lock step progressive/ soft-Communist ideology which brooks no opposition, especially in the extremist professoriate. This same mutation has been ongoing since the early years of the last century. Those boys who died on the beaches of Normandy? Behind them, at home, the rot had begun to quietly settle into the very institutions and society they were fighting for Over There. A bittersweet thought.
Naming Names & Details
In his heart-breaking book Goodbye, Good Men: How Liberals Brought Corruption into the Catholic Church, Michael Rose details the 1990s American fruit of this process– how Catholic seminarians were and are bullied, brow-beaten, threatened, and charmed or coerced into hoop-jumping and ideological mutation– even homosexuality and heresy. If you are at all “rigid™” (believe the faith), or “sexually immature™” (same-sexuality, its militancy, and that many of your fellow students and some professors were barely in the closet), you’d be black-balled– not only from that school or diocese, but almost all of them.
Young vulnerable students have left such places of mis-education utterly broken, or having lost their faith, or become radicals; older experienced students come away aghast, stressed, and boggle-minded at the horrid politics and brutal abuse of the faith and lives of people offering themselves to the Church as potential clergy or priests. Faithful souls are being sacrificed on the altar of political correctness at such places year in and out.
A Lovely Outpost Of Hell
“Pish-posh!” you scoff, “Pish and posh! How bad can it be, really? Surely we must put our trust in such reputable and accredited places to help the church provide decent future leaders for itself.” Pish-posh?.. except, I’ve been there.
The Atlantic School of Theology sits on some muy pricey real estate waterside in Halifax’s wealthy South End. Ironically, some of the Leftist professors in my day lived in small mansions, and many students lived on campus, or in nearby apartments. Looks very spiffy & hallowed, eh? Local Anglicans, United, Catholics, and even Unitarians, go there.
True Story– I Was There
When I attended in 1987-88, one of my professors was a pro-wicca (sorry, “wymyns spirituality’) lesbian, who seemingly predated on some of her female students every year. Another was apparently an all-but-avowed Communist. Still another was openly homosexual (although the best educated and freshest prof there by far).
Another faculty member was a glorified BA, who most assumed was a Ph.D. The liturgy expert (always beware those) was a bitterish radicalized nun, who loved everything about Vatican II, nothing before, and made it clear that the slightest dissent (from The Dissent™) was not welcome. Yet another wonky Roman Catholic teacher told us during the Intro To Theology 101 class that the most important thing in reading in St. Augustine, was what we thought the saint meant. Uh?
Other faculty taught as unquestionable Gospel only the most radical of theories about the Bible, morality, social justice (Marxism), theology, and the like. Our textbooks were mostly in the same line– a critique of classical Christianity, without ever actually teaching what the content or practice and worship of that faith properly was…. Er, oops.
Such A Friendly Place
There was a remarkable amount of smiling and superficial bonhomie, hugs, and slightly creepy touching. Yet at every point, you were always under ‘pastoral’ surveillance for any ‘disaffirming’ (non-radical) opinions on theology, God, abortion, divorce, homosexual marriage, feminism, homosexuality, women clergy, the creeds, and political & social issues of the day. Warms the old cockles.
In fact, if you weren’t sporting a rictus (or smirking) and faux cheery-looking and accepting of everything & everyone at all times, that was suspect, too. Malcontent? Critical? Unpastoral? Grim? Judgmental? Not gruntled, or not with The ‘rich & challenging’ Program™?!?
Not only the professors and ‘academic supervisors’ were on the snoop, but your fellow students were also watching for non-non-conformity, or ‘nurturing community’. Snitching (or “sharing pastoral concerns about X” with the leadership), I suspect, was encouraged.
Step out of line, be non-affirming, rigid, sexually immature, judgmental, narrow-minded, or dare question a prof? BAM. You risked a low grade, a black mark in your permanent record, being shunned by your fellow students and the faculty, and a non-recommendation for ordination. A nice little ‘Christian’ Gulag Archipelago nestled right there on Halifax’s Northwest Arm.
Nurturing. Pastoral. Caring & sharing. Awwk. Even some of the more progressive students found the place rather a joke, and more than a little oppressive. TO be fair, not all of them were “true believers’ like most of the faculty was then.
Like Sheeps, No Shepherds
Sadly, many of my classmates were ‘second career’ mature candidates, with little or no university background, or relevant studies. Some were nice people, but barely able to write a term paper. Others were like innocent sheep before the sophistical and practiced academic brow-beating of their wolfish profs– academics who could and did at any moment crush hopes & futures with a bad review, or a word to your bishop or sponsoring group, or sneering and mocking of your ‘naive & pietistic’ faith in class.
Behold the ‘tolerant, affirming, open & flexible’ Revolution. It’s mind-warping and soul-crushing– and designed to be that way, precisely so you will imbibe and parrot the revolution and not The Christian Faith, then spread the infection to others. Or else.
Problem was, I came fresh to the place with a hot double BA in history and Philosophy/ Religious studies. 4.1 GPA. I’d been pushed for Ph.D work, but wanted to do parish work first, then a doctorate. “Narrow-minded and conservative, but warm and cuddly” was my motto for AST.
What Fresh Hell?…
The daily worship at that school was predictably freakish– almost weekly the furniture was moved about, and we might get an angry feminist liturgy one day (with confession prayers only for the males present); or else rainbow stoles & vestments; a pro-Sandinista/ Liberation Theology homily the next; some women galumphing liturgical dance in polyester and chiffon the week after, and then maybe Gaia-Mother Earth and native prayers scheduled for next time.
All this with a progressive/ Marxist post-Christian slant, all done very self-consciously and badly, even if robed or clothed in old-sounding forms. Missing out, or non-enthusiasm (eek!), or non-participation (GASP!) was duly noted.
For my own class of first-years, I ended up as unofficial spokesman, despite my odd-man out status. When I announced I was leaving that school for another, several of the feminists– much to my shock– were openly upset (this, in the class poorly co-taught by The Feminist & The Communist.. one day, we even did colouring with crayons). As we discussed my leaving, a young woman classmate broke into tears, and actually said to me “But who will protect us from the professors, and ask all the right questions?”
PROTECT. They knew. What a sad commentary, that. I almost stayed. However, after those same profs tried (and failed) to give me a rotten mark, I knew the fix would be in if I remained there.
Spiritual Mass Murder
Why is the church shrinking, and why are so many clergy so weird? How did we get here?
This spiritual holocaust of the future leadership of the Church has been going on now since I was born… that’s two or two-and-a-half generations of mistreatment, mutation, abuse, radicalization, mis-education of the very people who are supposed to set forth the Gospel to the Church and world, lead on moral, social and theological questions, and save souls unto heaven. Instead, we have hard-progressive or squishy or compromised and shallow clergy, many of whom may mean well, but who don’t have the education or spiritual resources people think they do, and that they should have.
The Canadian & U.S. (and U.K.– Google ‘Maynooth Scandal’) Roman Church clergy formation system has it very bad, but most of the protestant schools are close behind them. It is a horror story, a tale of abuse of trust, fraud, authority, rank heresy, and cruelty.. and a cynical exploitation of the innocent students and financial supporters of such places.
But Wait, There’s Moar!
So what? Here’s what.
(1) Don’t EVER assume your clergy have had a proper education, spiritual formation, or that their cleverness in the pulpit is worth listening to. Test the spirits. Seek out the good ones, and help, pray for, and support them.
(2) If you or someone you know or care for are thinking about going into the clergy, warn him to do lots of deep research, interviews, and fact-checking about the places they are considering. Some are outposts of heaven, most are sinks of hell, or wastes of time.
(3) The “clergy selection processes” in many parts of the church are geared against non-radicals, and are as impartial and fair-minded and godly as an ecclesiastical Gestapo. The gatekeepers are meant to weed out the “difficult”, and pass through the malleable, the naive, the well-meaning, the clueless, or the people who can conceal their real selves and just go through the motions.
(4) If you or any wealthy person you know thinks piling money, bequests, and donations into such corrupted places of clergy malformation is a great and pious work, think again. Starve these progressive outposts of post-Christianity of cash, and do your research properly. Don’t unwittingly aid and abet these outposts of darkness because the people seem nice, and it’s a fancy old building, and the profs talk all holy on founder’s day.
(5) If you’re stuck at such a place, keep your head down, keep in touch with allies outside the place who can vouch & fight for you when the hammer comes down, and do your own course of studies in all the major areas, with the best authors, so you’ve actually learned something in your time. Be friendly and happy.. the predatorial system has broken better far people than you, and spit them out like ground-up bones. Pray, pray, pray without ceasing, for yourself, your fellow students, and your professors. Prayers of light exorcism may also help. You will be scarred, hurt, and mistreated.
Finally, In Conclusions
This abuse-scandal has been largely hidden for 50 years and more, and books like that of Michael Rose– though dated now– lift the rug on the creepy-crawlies, filth and dirty secrets of the radicalized Church, which has captured many ecclesiastical institutions, yet pretended to be the same as before.
And no, DON’T go to the Atlantic School of Theology in Halifax, Nova Scotia, for any reason whatsoever. Don’t give to it, or support it. Very pretty landscape, though. ~
I CANNOT FORGET the gawd-awful BOOOOOOOOM. The rectory office windows rattled a bit; I felt the shake through the floor as well as in the air. September 2, 1998, 9:31pm.
Rushing outside, I peered in the direction of the Tim Hortons.. had their propane gone up? Nothing. The night was dark. No alarums or excursions or bright lights, but I felt deep in my bones this noise was bad. Bad bad.
Hmm. As a chaplain to the local fire department, I headed over there.. just next door. The doors were open, some members were milling about with coffee, and the TVs were on the news…
Word began to come in.. a Swiss airliner flying from New York to Switzerland had crashed somewhere near us… possibly inland, they thought. The alarm went off, cars raced up, the members were still hauling on gear as the trucks raced off with them, leaving a small crew behind to man the radio, and monitor the news. Tom the fire chief told me later that they’d even beaten the Hubbard’s Volunteer Fire Department to the scene.. only.. there was no scene.
Cell Phones: Not Useless
I called all the local clergy I could.. the Pentecostal guy on Tancook, the Anglican rectors along the coast in Blandford and elsewhere; the local Baptist guy. Local & area fishermen were heading out for some basic search and rescue, if possible.. they found only wreckage of the McDonnell Douglas MD-11.. luggage.. shredded body parts.. everywhere, the stench of aircraft fuel. 229 men women and children went into the water, but none were now alive to rescue.
In Halifax, my Anglican bishop called some clergy to come to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital to wait for possible survivors. No survivors ever came. The clergy– from as far as an hour and a half out from Halifax– drove home in the early hours, as the scope of the disaster became clear.
As then-rector of the nearby Chester Parish, I helped out as I was able, including holding an internationally reported-on church service which filled the main parish church to the rafters, partly recorded for PBS. I gave interviews, made a small blog for news, tried to help my fire-fighters and other local clergy in the aftermath.
As a typical Canadian, I assume the best about “order and good government”; and that people are, on the whole, not too bad. Assume– or hope for– the best.
Of course, Canadians had served, fought, and died in many 20th century wars: World Wars 1 & 2, The Korean “Police Action”; Vietnam; the Balkans & Somalia; the Bush Family Iraq Wars; Afghanistan; and even the illegal attacks on Libya in support of the terrorist-backed “Arab Spring” being engineered out of NATO & Washington and other Western capitals.
Still, it doesn’t happen here, eh? We’re nice. Mostly harmless. Nobody would think to– directly or indirectly– exploit, abuse, or harm us, would they? This deliberate niavete continues to 2017, and our widespread official non-response to the realities of Jihad, Islamic culture, and Muslim Supremacist activities in our country.
Opening My Eyes
The last I knew– after the ridiculous official Mourning Show & Hug In put on by Liberal then-Prime Minister Chretien and his bullying PMO, which actually forbade all the Christian clergy attending from naming Jesus Christ in the ‘ecumenical service’– was that the official report blamed the onboard entertainment service for causing a fire, etc. etc., loss of power, crash, all lives lost. Very sad, all over except the crying.
Until about 10 days ago.
Must Pee The Dog
Wee Wallace The Wonder Poodle has his routine, and I like to stick to it. His latter walk includes going up the hill to be snarled at by a neighbor-dog ‘Coco’; and then hoping to see his darling poochy-love Bella.. a small Lassie-type dog.
I was chatting with Bella’s owner, and she said her husband had come across an eye-opening book by a retired RCMP investigator for the SwissAir 111 case. The book said that the crash was due to a bomb, but the authorities– including the RCMP, and the powers that be in Ottawa, had been part of a cover-up.
So I told her a little of my involvement in the matter, and she left me outside for a second– with Bella & Wallace doing their doggy-waltz– and got the book to lend. I just finished reading it yesterday.
Given what we all thought we knew, this was a revelation. I could be no more shocked than if I heard that ground-shaking BOOOOM all over again at this very moment.
Swissair 111 crashed in 1998. Now, 19 years later, the leading RCMP forensic investigator for the Swissair, RCMP Sgt. Tom Juby, has tried to connect the dots, and set the record straight. He has paid personally, professionally and humanly for his due diligence in research, expertise, identifying remains, the recording & photographing the wreckage of the crashed airline after it was recovered from the sea-floor by divers and huge grapple-salvage barges and the help of other ships.
It’s dense; well-written; factual; I’m not going to give a review except to say it possibly reveals fraud, criminal conspiracy, interference in police investigation and forensic evidence gathering, a massive cover-up, and blatant lying and falsifying the truth to America, Canada, the Swiss, and the world– all in line with the likewise covered-up crash of TWA800, and other terror attacks which have blighted our world since the original Twin Towers Bombing of 1993.
Long story short: an incendiary device of some sort appears to have been deliberately inserted in the “attic space” of Swissair 111, where it would do the most damage to the electrical system. The resulting fire burnt at 1700C, melting aluminum and sealing in tell-tale chemical traces into the nearby wires. Whether this was terrorism, or has to do with the missing cargo of diamonds and paintings, and a hope that the plane would have crashed deep in the ocean remains unclear. The recipe for the bomb-type used was (and still is) readily available on the internet.
Make It Worse? OK.
Worse, leading figures and their intermediaries in the the RCMP and the TSB (Canadian Transportation Safety Board) appear to have lied and concealed the truth of what happened to the 229 homicide victims of Swissair 111, as well as from the U.S government and investigators, the FAA, the FBI, and the US, Canadian, and Swiss public.
Good old (Liberal) Canadian officialdom. Lies, cover-ups, collusion, pre-determined reports counter to evidence; top-down bullying & incompetence and illegal threat-making. Blame the lower-downs. Hide the stuff. Don’t make important people look bad. Don’t let the media know, or the public suspect. It’s all settled– “Accident”– so keep on message. Or else.
While Justin Trudeau is in power, there will be no re-opening or proper criminal investigation of the crash or the cover-up of this shameful episode in Canadian history, given that it took place on the Liberal Party watch. Sunny days.
~ SO WHO DOESN’T LIKE the idea of being the big boss? It’s even a kid’s game, as you try to scramble and push to the top of a pile of dirt or snow or whatever: “I’m the king of the castle! / And you’re the dirty rascal!” No doubt Apple has an app for this now, so no kids or risky outdoors activity need be involved.
Actual power– at work, in a family, in business or politics– is a much more difficult balance. Canada– and America under Obama– war us of what power is like when misused by narcissistic bullies, as power OVER, versus duty and responsibility TOWARDS.
Recently, a Canadian reporter broke the news that Justin Trudeau had decided to cut short a proper court case, and issue an apology and $10.5 million payout to admitted murderer and terrorist Omar Khadr, of the Khadr Terror Family or terrorists and murderers for Islam. The news broke on July 3rd (you’re welcome, America!), and since then the uproar has hardly down-roared.
Survey says… 91% of Tory voters, and even 2/3 or Liberal and NDP voters oppose what Trudeau has done. That’s pretty astonishing, given the ideological differences amongst many Canadians.
The current Ottawa regime has been in full red alert damage control mode since then, but none of the manure they are throwing seems to be sticking to the wall, or calming the country.
This Khadr issue is a symptom. No matter if you think Trudeau did the right thing, the larger and nagging question about Canada’s White Obama is getting pretty clear: Shiny Pony Trudeau is not a lover of due process, of moderation, or of duty, responsibility, and deliberation. He’s more of an.. autocrat. The Rule Of One: King Selfie I.
Sadly, studies warn that positions of power attract the sociopaths, the narcissists, the autocrats and users & abusers, whose concerns about absolute power are not that it corrupts absolutely, but that it is rather nice. In America, just-past President Chocolate Jesus and now in Canada Prince Selfie I both seem to be world-class needy & deeply broken people presenting themselves as charming Glorious Leaders who deserve absolute utter unquestioning adoration and obedience.
Such absolute corruption is no solution for politics, but is an abiding problem, and a failing of the power of the vote, when the times, they are foolish and fad-following and OMIGAWD THAT HAIR.
Actual Power Serves
Being unaccountable– downwards, or upwards– is the very shape of dictatorial rule, and taking the place of God. “What I and people who agree with & advise me” taken as the law of the land or the eternal Law Of Heaven is usurpation on both accounts. “Believe it simply on my say-so”? Solid as quicksand.
I have had minor power in the past, and still exercise it as a husband and father and person in the community, and it’s properly not a club to threaten with or abuse, but a crown of humbling thorns, a calling to do the right thing in the changes and chances of this fleeting life, an opportunity and calling to redeem the time, and leave people and the world better than you found it. It’s not all about “Me”.
May God save us from ourselves, from ungodly demigods and autocrats and power-lovers. May he teach all in power to be servants first. +
~ AS THE RAIN pours showers of blessings on the Eastern part of this Royal Dominion, I cannot but give thanks for this land– though the last 50 years have been sub-optimal under the progressitopian Trudeau Cult.
Above all, in The Year Of Our Lord 2017, Christians in Canada need to pray for our country, for we have wandered into deep and deadly waters of life and death, sin and evil, and our elected officials and robed rulers wish to command that sweet is bitter and bitter is sweet.
This was founded as and is still a Christian land, founded on truth, faith, virtue, and Christian principles– we have no legal fiction of the separation of church and state, as if citizens could somehow divide themselves inwardly to ultimately serve God and Caesar both. Our due earthly obedience has proper limits, which we forget at our eternal peril.
Here we have no abiding city.. but the lines have fallen unto us in pleasant places; indeed, we have a beautiful inheritance (Ps. 16). Thank you, O Lord.
O Canada! Our home and native land!
True patriot love thou dost in us command.
We see thee rising fair, dear land,
The True North, strong and free;
And stand on guard, O Canada,
We stand on guard for thee.
O Canada! O Canada!
O Canada! We stand on guard for thee.
O Canada! We stand on guard for thee.
O Canada! Where pines and maples grow,
Great prairies spread and lordly rivers flow,
How dear to us thy broad domain,
From East to Western Sea;
Thou land of hope for all who toil!
Thou True North, strong and free!
O Canada! Beneath thy shining skies
May stalwart sons and gentle maidens rise,
To keep thee steadfast through the years,
From East to Western Sea.
Our own beloved native land,
Our True North, strong and free!
Ruler Supreme, Who hearest humble prayer,
Hold our dominion within Thy loving care.
Help us to find, O God, in Thee,
A lasting, rich reward,
As waiting for the Better Day
We ever stand on guard.
~ OK, SO I HAVE seen the web-commercials for #Canada150, (official website) but apparently I’m mostly not invited. I saw every skin-colour/ race/ gender identity under the radar, 90% women, and a few white guys tagged on here and there. SMH.
I’ve had pre-Loyalist relatives here in Canada since the 1760s on one side, and as post-war newcomers (1955) from Scotland on the other. But.. just not Canadian enough. The men and women who built and suffered and sweat and spent to built this land into what it is all deserve our gratitude: and some of them were mine.
A Wee Bragging
All of my great uncles on one side served in WW2; another great uncle died serving his country in WW2 my Dad did 4 years airforce reserve, my brother 6 years artillery reserves, I helped organize part of the Legion VE 50 Day celebration for the Nova Scotia, and got to know & help many vets during my work… but, not Canadian enough?
This smug neo-Canada, this blood-soaked lying killing canting minoritarian crap-festival of political correctness and deception is not what I want to celebrate. Take your bullshyte Muslim socks and ghey parade pandering & stuff them, Mr. sub-Prime Minister. #NotMyCanada, this post-’68 zombie of newfangledness, Christian-baiting, Muslim violence & no-go zones, and identitarian politics up the wazoo.
All Canadians. All glad for God’s blessings on us. Together. One nation under heaven, from Sea To Sea To Sea, see? ~
O GOD, who providest for thy people by thy power, and rulest over them in love: Vouchsafe so to bless thy servant our Queen, and her Government in this Dominion of Canada, that thy people may dwell in peace and safety, and thy Church serve thee in all godly quietness; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Spirit, one God, world without end. Amen.”
This Justin: When you’re losing the Globe & Mail, the CBC, and now the Toronto Red Star… you’re in one heaping helping ‘o’ trouble.
Of course it’s fun to dogpile a smug, morally superior jerk when his failings are trumpeted and revealed for the world to see… what about some prayer, too?
That the current Prime Minister of Canada become a better man, leader, and more fairminded to all Canadians; that this will lead to repentance and amendment of life, and not just subterfuge; that he become a calmer and more unselfish man, husband & father, and leader of Canada; that he lose some of his narcissism, and replace it with humility, wisdom, dignity, self-deprecation, justice, and moderation.
In short, that Justin Trudeau become who God The Trinity in Unity truly made and wants him to be.
I deeply dislike Justin Trudeau and most of what he stands for– but I would still hope he repents of his sins, follows Christ, and when death takes him, that he find his final home in the Mansion promised by The Father, through the Son.
Lord have mercy.
“Now, everyone can play detective and analyze the Zapruder film until they identify the woman on the grassy knoll. But, basically, the prime minister got pissed off, bolted across the aisle of the House, grabbed another dude, accidentally knocked a woman out of the way in the process, then dragged the guy through a crowd of people.”Vice
+ + +
~ BINKS DEMANDS CLARITY— Let’s Get This Right: The NDP are trying to make this all about them, and thus the public are missing the point: 1-2-3 are the real issues. Yes, part of it was NDP silly-tactics. Whatevs.
(1) Libs were trying to push through radical legislation to curtail democracy & limit debate (assault on Canada, parliament, freedom) (2) Vote was slightly delayed, Trudeau blew his top, decided to get bossy (classless clown alert) (3) Grabbed & attempted to frogmarch opposition Whip Gord Brown to his seat (assault), Brown told him to let go of him
(4) NDippers and others crowded in (deliberately?), PM told people to GTFOutta his way (5) He carelessly bumped an NDP MP woman (no “elbow smash”) (6) Prince Justin then gets in a shouting match with Mulcair (7) Liberals withdraw controversial motion to limit Commons debate
Weather Network: Fort McMurray fire crosses into Saskatchewan: now 480 000 hectares: “To put things into perspective, the fire is nearly the size of Prince Edward Island and covers a greater distance than the entire area burned in all of last year’s wildfire season.”