~ WELL NOW, THAT was a Remembrance day to remember.. or forget.
Vet-supporter and charity-booster Don Cherry gets fired over faux outrage over what some people imagine, wish, or suspect he said & meant (which he did not). What I want to know is: WHO & HOW MANY COMPLAINED ABOUT DON CHERRY? 1? 100? 1,000? 37,000,000?
Name names, or show tweets or e-mails. Was it all blue-haired weirdo women? Racist racism agitators? SJW special snowflakes?
And “you people”? Really? An American cliche or meme from their long tradition of race & culture & conflict? THIS IS CANADA, you Canucki morons.
“People were upset”? Oh noes! Let’s see who said what, before Rogers-SportsNet fires a man for something he didn’t say and certainly didn’t mean. As blogger Kate McMillan says, this is not only about one man in the media.
“Don’t any of you understand that WE are the Don Cherry’s of that narrative?”
I’ll take it further– WE are the ones the Social Justice Warrior (SJW) bullies want to cancel, silence, block, mock, deplatform, sideline, and falsely accuse until most of Canada is cowed under their power. I.E., the very kind of Hitlerian & Stalinist evils we fought in WW2 and the Cold War, come home to roost by totalitarians in our midst.
SJWs & their pestilential ideas are toxic & cancerous, in a home, business, office, or society. They must be pushed back against, shown no mercy, and put in their place.. or else Don Cherry is just another head they collected, with all the rest of us in line to be beheaded. Start reading up now, and pass the word.
Thus saith,
Teh Binks
“K. G. McMillan 1 hr
“It’s ironic how many of my friends in the dog world are advancing the narrative of “Don Cherry is a remnant of the past whose views have no place in a modern, progressive society”.
I can understand why — it’s a lot easier to join forces with the like-minded to “cancel” people you disagree with than it is to actually debate their views on the merits (and run the risk of losing the argument.)
Yet, when the same “remnant of the past” narrative is applied to purebred dogs; when foreign rescues are celebrated and breeders blamed for pet overpopulation; when dog shows and horse racing and rodeo are attacked as cruel artifacts of a past that “cannot be tolerated in a modern, progressive society”… we cry foul?
Don’t any of you understand that WE are the Don Cherry’s of that narrative?”
DALLAS, TX – APRIL 23: A disgusting hockey whore Dallas Stars slut slut slut ice girl wiggles her bum cleans the ice in the second period during Game Four of the First Round of the 2014 NHL Stanley Cup Playoffs at American Airlines Center on April 23, 2014 in Dallas, Texas.
~ UPDATE– ITEM: 2014-15 DALLAS STARS ICE GIRLS; A veteran Dallas Stars Ice girl makes $735 per game and appearance fees range from $300 to $1500. And some former Ice Girls complain. Binks wasn’t aware that working for the NHL was mandatory…. ‘Cold’, she says? Ever been Alaska crab fishing? Standing security in a wintry parking lot? Linesman during a blizzard? Sheesh.. men often work cold “boo hoo to you!”; women gets cold, it’s a serious thing, dontcha know.
~ JOYLESS CRANKS tempt me to be joyless and cranky.
I’ll admit it– I’m a contrarian. When Mrs. Binks had a ‘Do Not Touch’ note on a recent birthday cake, part of my brain was egging me on “Touch The Cake!” And so, here goes.
Soviet Canuckistan!
In the inhuman and humourless Social Justice Warrior view of Canada, anybody who makes a swear (gasp!), says what they (objectionably) think (scream!), or like to look at women (swoon!), are stinking testosterone-poisoned man-pigs who will be taught better, or else. And we will mercilessly judge everyone, especially icky men.
Sadly, the politically correct really do believe they can forcibly redeem humanity without God, and with an ever-growing tower of rules. Mob, rage, dox, outrage! And what happens when the victims of SJWs people feel they are voiceless, bullied, silenced? They may shut up.. or keep it amongst friends.. or, tend to say stuff even more extreme than usual.. or (horrors) act like ordinary humans– imperfect, sinners, not polished racists or sexists or perfectionists like the speech-coders and finger-waggers.
Puritans, y u no like?
After all, if there’s no more outrage to be had, no more triggering and tantrums and jazz-hands and minding other people’s business, and acting in a way even the 16th & 17th century English Puritans who worked so hard to shut down the theatres, (all entertainments, whatever and wherever people might enjoy something) would find extreme and bossy– why then, the whole grievance industry might shut down, and then where would we be?
Burn It All Down!
Social Justice Warriors and their media-minions– like the NatPost’s Scott Stinson— are never happy, and everything wouldn’t be enough. Without actual glaring and horrific human rights abuses in Canada, with no hordes of Canucki Nazis swarming Canadian Jews (sorry, that’s Muslims.. we can’t threaten their ‘cultural traditions’), or pyres lit for every self-identified grumpy minority.. well, we’ll just have to talk about nothing, right?
Are you also telling those Canadians who describe themselves as homosexual not to be sexist in said manner? And these ‘Ice Girls’– are they, in fact, victims of white slavery, or people employed making a fair wage in an sports entertainment venue? Self-objectifying, or canny? Part of a plot to eliminate the Zamboni? We’d better inform the chicks that they’re being oppressed, and quick.
The FHRITP guys are boors, poor excuses for men, and classless, but then what? Pillory? Duct-taping? Social-media execution? Firing a jerk doesn’t actually help him or change anything, does it? Or was this just some quick and dirty revenge?
What price, Mr. Stinson? How many human freedoms of thought, speech, association, free market, and minding your own business would you be willing to crush and erase for your notion of ‘casual sexism must die’ to triumph? Does this include all objectification of hunky hockey players and male athletes? No more semi-naked calendars featuring either gender for anyone? Human nature must be erased and scolded, not redeemed and transformed?
Cadres Of Harpies
Let’s not pretend, Mr. Stinson: behind your gentle finger wagging lurks whole screeching regiments of Toronto’s unspeakable Mz. Chanty Binx, would-be matrons and malevolent interfering hags minding everybody’s business, a tasteful low-heeled shoe stomping on male faces forever. If you don’t know that, Mr. Stinson, you are– at best– a useful idiot.
She probably won’t fetch you a sammich, men. Nor be an Ice Wench.
Here’s The Thing
We long for perfection.. that’s part of our spiritual nature, and longing for infinity, God, and heaven. Political perfection (let’s call it ‘Utopia’ = no place) cannot and will never exist, except as a horrible illusion built on blood and bones and torture and show-trials and kangaroo courts and concentration camps.
The perfectibility of human nature is a Christian idea, taught by Jesus, and only made possible by revelation of God’s love and law, and the indwelling power of the Holy Spirit: God is love, so love like God does, by his life imparted through the Son, by the Holy Spirit. We partake of God’s own life, to be like him, in him: generous, merciful, true, moved by love.
Counterfeits? Not so much. To try and make that perfection (your proper end, or destination, or completeness) is a gift of God, not of committees, yelling feminists, soft-pedalling journalists, speech-codes, rules, edicts, shaming, nagging, or minding everybody else’s business for them. That’s not any kind of love, except in a twisted, ugly, bossy, force-you-to kind of way. A bit rapey, in fact. Perfectionism is not perfection.
What Kind Of Love?
Now that we’re not at a wedding, re-read what St. Paul says in his first letter to the Corinthians, and to us:
If I shall speak with every human and Angelic language and have no love in me, I shall be clanging brass or a noise-making cymbal. And if I have prophecy, and I know all mysteries and all knowledge and if I have all faith so that I may remove mountains, and I have no love in me, I would be nothing. And if I should feed everything that I have to the poor, and if I hand over my body to be burned up and I have no love in me, I gain nothing.
Love is patient and sweet; love does not envy; love is not upset neither puffed up. Love does not commit what is shameful, neither does it seek its own; it is not provoked, neither does it entertain evil thoughts, Rejoices not in evil, but rejoices in the truth, Endures all things, believes all things, hopes all, bears all.
Love never fails; for prophecies shall cease, tongues shall be silenced and knowledge will be nothing; For we know partially and we prophesy partially, But when perfection shall come, then that which is partial shall be nothing. When I was a child, I was speaking as a child, I was led as a child, I was thinking as a child, but when I became a man, I ceased these childish things. Now we see as in a mirror, in an allegory, but then face-to-face. Now I know partially, but then I shall know as I am known. For there are these three things that endure: Faith, Hope and Love, but the greatest of these is Love.
The choice about what kind of Canada is rising on the ruins of Emperor Pierre’s Trudeaupia is getting clearer and clearer.. a veritable Soviet Canuckistan teeming with busy-bodies.
A Swift Sunrise 