I talked about how a country is more than just its beautiful lakes and streams and mountains, and there has to be a mountain of values that people honour and respect.
When the people who run the country – run the country down – by telling the overwhelming majority that their views are simply the ranting of uneducated and unreasonable people, which is what we are being told because most of us want someone who has engaged in cannibalism on a Greyhound bus to be confined to a mental facility or prison facility for life. We are told that our position is unreasonable.
This is the kind of decision that makes most Canadians think that something terrible has happened to our own country. It makes us feel that our solid-as-a-rock Mountain of Values has now become a very volcanic, very unstable mountain that blows black ash into our faces regularly and forces us to look at the mountain in a completely different way.
No longer do we revere it. We now fear it. There is no feeling of being in a free country, when there is no freedom from fear.
The Canadian people found guilty of allowing an elite group of experts, who do business in the legal system, telling us what is right and what is wrong.
The Canadian people found guilty for allowing themselves to believe that confining a mentally ill person for life is the equivalent of condemning all people suffering from any kind of mental illness.
The Canadian people found guilty for supporting a public school system where REASON is not taught and so vile arguments are presented in courts of law, and courts of public opinion go unchallenged by many members of the public who should know better, but have never been given the tools by an education system because it’s more about indoctrination than education.
The Canadian people have been found guilty for allowing their country to be stolen from them by the jackals of political correctness and moral equivalence and baffle gab.
And I know you’re talking back to the radio right now, saying Chuck, who will stop the madness? Who will rescue the country from these moral lepers posing as healers and agents of ethical virtue? My answer is, ONLY YOU. Only you can take back your own country. I would encourage you to use a Ballot Box. All other means would only be surrendering to the political correct clucks who want to see you as mouth-breathing, knuckle-dragging, trigger-happy philistines.
I know that when you hear what happened in a Canadian court room this week, you ask yourself whether it would have gone down this way in the USA? And you know the answer whether you like it or not. It’s been a rough week for those who want to believe we are morally superior to those Americans, knowing that no U.S. Swat Team commander would have resisted pulling the trigger on a man, alone on a bus, who was starting to defile the man he killed. An American Swat Team commander who ordered his men to hold fire under such circumstances would have to face the glare of U.S. Media and would very soon be turning in his badge. In the United States, if such a crime was committed and the defendant put on trial, if the prosecutor dared to allow the defense witness to go unchallenged by a withering cross examination, and if that same American prosecutor resisted calling eyewitnesses to the crime who would testify with great detail on the brutality of the crime, that prosecutor would also be forced to turn in his keys. Should we also note for the record that such a trial in the U.S. would be a JURY trial. What an archaic concept that is? Those barbaric Americans. We, in this country, wrapped up this week. No muss, No fuss. And No Vengeance. We turned a trial about cannibalism into an Oprah Winfrey seminar, on how to be kind to a psycho who just happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, hearing the wrong voices, while armed with a butcher’s knife.
Our country was found guilty again this week of losing its moorings. We can only hope we are not condemned to a fate where some day none of us has the courage to see what we see and to say what we truly believe.
Charles Adler has been on a fabulous tear lately — or perhaps he’s always been this good and I’m just missed it.
This column contains all the gruesome, literally stomach turning details of the beheading of Tim McLean on a Greyhound bus. These details are not related gratuitously. When you contrast what happened to McLean with what happened to his attacker — that is, a whole lotta nuthin’ — you have an excellent metaphor for life in Canada today.
Starting sometime back in the 60s and 70s, ordinary, innocent, law abiding, friendly Canadians were just sitting there minding their own business when they were attacked by foreign, insane and uncontrollable forces.
Their hearts and eyes were devoured by these forces.
And when the inevitable violence resulted, other Canadians ran for safety, and our betters insisted that these foreign, insane and uncontrollable forces were merely “misunderstood.” We ordinary people were just too stupid and unsophisticated to appreciate the nuances of these forces, which were actually totally benign and harmless.
When we objected to these expert opinions, we were met with clicking tongues and shaking heads. We didn’t want to sound “unCanadian” now, did we? Punishing murderers is unCanadian. Locking up crazy people, or, God forbid, executing them, was unCanadian. Carrying guns that would have allowed someone on the bus to kill the crazy guy was absolutely positively unCanadian and simply not on the table for discussion.
I have never felt much affection for my country. I was never really taught to. My teachers and the culture at large tried to get me all excited about Gordon Lightfoot and the new Maple Leaf flag and the Montreal Olympics but it didn’t work. I’ll grant you that our postage stamps have always been among the most attractive in the world. Our English language poets were, until recently, far superior to their British or American counterparts. But I can’t think of much else I give a damn about.
It seems self-evident to me, for example, that the U.S. Constitution and other founding documents had been inspired by God and composed by men who were among the most gifted and courageous group of individuals who’d ever “happened” to live in the same place at the same time in the entire history of the world.
Whereas the Canadian Charter is a boring, unreadable scrap of nothing put together by a bunch of mediocre lawyers, some of whom were socialists or Frenchmen or both.
I always sensed, and now I realize I was right, that all that stuff we were supposed to be so thrilled about was a scam and that Canada was really controlled by lazy bureaucrats, corrupt politicians, snotty academics and populated by indifferent, unprincipled, boring and unambitious types whose only boast was that they weren’t like those “stupid” Americans who invented millions of cool things, made more money, had better stuff and protected our sorry asses while we were busy “peacekeeping,” whatever the hell that was.
Charles Adler writes, maybe because he feels obliged to, that in spite of the horrific story of Tim McLean, which is merely an extreme example of what “life” in Canada is like, he still loves Canada.
I do not. I feel no loyalty to this country as presently constituted. It is a very silly place run by silly, even dangerous, people, who are determined to make our lives a living purgatory.
(Hell would be too colourful…)
Charles is an old fashioned, decen
t man who still loves his country and says we should take it back using the ballot box.
However, politicians are mostly third-rate scam artists and liars. Whoever is elected, the unelected bureaucracy remains in place, earning its big salaries while ruining the rest of us. Electoral politics is a sham. I vote because I’m haunted by the fact that teenaged boys died on foreign soil so I might be able to do so. When I cast my ballot, I am engaged in a ritual paying tiny tribute to the honored dead. But I hate myself for doing so, too, because I am merely propping up a corrupt enterprise.
We must take back the culture.
I have had people tell me that they can’t bring themselves to challenge political correctness and this week’s trendy, arbitrary “received liberal wisdom” — best personified by the Human Rights Commissions and our “hate speech” laws because they literally can’t afford to; they would, they think, lose their jobs and their benefits and their pensions and their homes.
I have had other people tell me that they are too rich to fight back; they would lose their hard won assets, you see.
So: everyone complains but few are willing to offer up “their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor” to challenge the status quo.
Yet not even those tremendous things aren’t always at stake. People just don’t want other people “saying bad things about them.” Or they don’t want to lose what trappings of the good life they’ve managed to scrape together after the State has extorted almost half of their hard earned money.
However, the time is coming when we really are going to have to choose. Freedom with all its uncertainty and risk, or the illusory safety and relative ease and material creature comforts we enjoy so perilously, and that do little more than quiet our rebellion for a time.
To choose, as I’ve said somewhat inelegantly before, between our children’s crooked teeth and our children’s crooked minds.