If you’re such an expert on “the impact that words can have”, maybe you could try using some that would have an impact, you pathetic little pansy.
The CJC inhabits an alternative universe. Angry young men issue explicitly genocidal threats on the streets of Toronto, but the Ceej’s high-priced lawyers swan off to a windowless hearing room at the Canadian “Human Rights” Tribunal to consider the latest developments in Year Six of the Marc Lemire investigation.
I hear the CJC is playing some kind of part in the machete thing, behind the scenes, because they have “good relationships with the police.” And that’s always super duper news!
Being a gentile shiksa of the non-Jewish persuasion, I’m at a loss. Why does an intelligent, able bodied individual need “help” from an Official Jewish Agency(tm) to, like, dial 911?
If faced with an Arabic speaking individual showing off his machete, do I get the Catholic Human Rights League to “help” me talk to the cops?
Hell, do I even talk to the cops at this point? No doubt I’ll be just be told, in a bored, weary voice, that they “can’t guarantee my safety.” If the Ottawa constabulary can’t be bothered to “guarantee the safety” of a 6′ tall, 120 pound blonde American with a high public profile and a couple of ex-/future Presidents in her Rolodex, then I’m obliged to assume that I am well and truly ****ed.
Oh, and to the young (Jewish) blogger who recently “asked” me angrily, “What does anybody need a gun for?” — do you get it now?
Do you get one now?