Senator Lynn Beyak speaks for many Canadians and her words do have a place in Canada in this time. Perhaps Mary Trist doesn't value free speech in Canada but many of us still do. #Standing with Sen. Lynn Beyak - A COURAGEOUS CANADIAN WOMAN OF INTEGRITY AND HONESTY.
I am always amazed at people that display an utter contempt for free speech who think they can determine for everyone else what is and is not acceptable opinion or thought or speech.
How did this nation become so confused about the concepts of freedom?
Why does the culture seem to require endless amounts of 'social engineering' and public displays of 'what we are' .. but really - why so very many permanently flying flags?
There are so very many flags now flying in confused university town sackville.com .. maybe they should rename themselves "FLAGTOWN" ?
When this cultural transformation began to take place can be traced to when the nation began to use 'change agents' to 'socially engineer' Canadians into believing they had no identity.. and many have been involved in that process over the past five decades .. many of them have been cozy, comfortable, protected and promoted in positions of status in academia... never challenged and only coddled & cheered.
As Tim Murray writes:
"Many of those 'lily white' towns have a higher per capita rate of SJWs than do the big cities of foreign occupation. Skin colour is no indicator of in-group altruism or loyalty, in fact, it is much likely to be inversely correlated among whites. Especially in small racially homogeneous communities where people live hundreds of miles from the front lines of conflict and can safely bask in the moral superiority that being a diversity champion confers. Ironically, the people who are most immune to the scourge of political correctness in these rural or hinterland pockets of 'whiteness' are the natives who live on reserves near by. I know of what I speak.
Here's my take:
We are a tribal species. Cooperative social animals whose immutable organizing principle is hierarchy. There are leaders and followers, even in an allegedly 'egalitarian' arrangement where upon further scrutiny some animals are 'more equal than others'. It is therefore our programmed obsession to compete for status if only to maintain---if not improve---our rank on the pecking order.
In the late 50s white male Canadian teenagers like my two older brothers believed that the path to status was to drop out of school and get a job so you could get the cash to get a car, and your own 'pad'. If you get a car you can get a girl.
Teenagers haven't changed but times have, Now the way to 'get the girl' is to appear more feminist than female feminists, confess your white privilege, lace every sentence with the word 'racist', parrot SJW talking points, affect tears for dramatic effect and adopt effeminate mannerisms in the mistaken belief that this is what turns women on.
Since mating options are far fewer --for both sexes---in small communities, the competition is more fierce and the consequences of failure more severe and embarrassingly apparent.
For many nerdy incels or rotund white females in these backwaters, virtue signalling or becoming a crusader for migrant rights or the head of a local refugee 'welcoming' committee' become last gambits. Pathetic surrogates for sex at the least. Raising your head above the parapet by making a 'racist' statement is like throwing a lifeline to these desperate creatures, who are looking for a cause celebre to latch onto. The heroine in the early 90s CBC TV drama "Black Harbour" offered a template for the current crop of Roperites and witch hunters who stalk the land. Their reward is the orgasm of self-righteousness and the heady acclaim afforded to dragon-slayers. Your penalty is ostracism or exile.
Life for an urban dissident can be difficult, but for a dissident in a small community it can be impossible. Those small 'lily white' communities are tailor-made for SJW bullies. Again, I know of what I speak.
The problem as I see it is that white, brown or red, younger generations of every hue are captives of globalism and are infected by a globalist culture----whose tentacles reach out to the smallest corners of our 'nation'. Our good friend "When in Rome" said it best some months ago:
"....there are tons of people like yourself who call yourself Canadian
because you have the passport and birth certificate, but everything else
about you is global, with food from elsewhere, foreign languages, you
watch your global TV, and could feel equally at home in any global city.
I feel sorry for those who live in places where they don't feel they
truly belong."
because you have the passport and birth certificate, but everything else
about you is global, with food from elsewhere, foreign languages, you
watch your global TV, and could feel equally at home in any global city.
I feel sorry for those who live in places where they don't feel they
truly belong."
I wish that I could be as charitable. How can I feel sorry for globalists who don't feel they truly belong in any city and apparently want old stock Canadians to feel the same way? Is it a case of misery loves company?
I see no "Canada" Day. For me, July 1st is a stay-at-home day, a day I mark as "Dominion Day", symbolized by the Red Ensign I hang out on the fence to mark the occasion. That's the flag my ancestors fought under, and one died for. Ii's the one I revered for the first 15 years of my life and still revere 54 years after the globalists replaced it. It is the flag which my Icelandic, Irish and Hungarian family wings embraced as a symbol of opportunity and liberty, most especially the quaint liberty to speak their minds freely (aka as 'hate speech' in modern SJW parlance). As each day passes, the red maple leaf in Pearson's ubiquitous flag is looking more and more like a hammer and cycle to me."
TM
author of recent article at Council of European Canadians..
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