The Canadian Human Rights Commission really oughta sell tickets for this one, with all the money going back to people who have been unfairly persecuted by Richard Warman - AKA “one of the bravest people” Warren Kinsella knows. (BTW, Kinsella, the Canadian Jewish Congress and other serial censors are strangely silent on this interesting development. We’ll chalk it up to the High Holidays.)

Ezra - speech warrior supreme - has the scoop:

Richard Warman, the hate speech complainant who is personally responsible for all but two section 13 censorship prosecutions this decade, is now being investigated by the Canadian Human Rights Commission for hate speech himself.

Keep in mind that for years, Warman has been posing as a Nazi on white supremacist websites, trying to entrap other Canadians into making racist remarks so he could slam them with a human rights complaint. And for the most part, it’s been working.

But then people - people like Ezra Levant and Kathy Shaidle - began to notice, and began to write about his use of racial slurs on these white supremacist sites. Instead of skulking away after being caught, Warman instead turned around and sued his exposers! Yes, apparently these claims that he had been doing… well, exactly what he’s been doing, actually, were libelous and defamed his “bravest people” character.

It’s been more than a year since Warman filed suit against the Canuck Six (Ezra Levant, Kathy Shaidle, Kate McMillan, the Fourniers and Jonathan Kay), and his lawyer hasn’t turned over any of the requested pre-discovery documentation. The reason of course is quite simple: He doesn’t want to case to go to discovery, because he is guilty of every claim made by the Canuck Six. And unlike in the Kangaroo Courts of the Human Rights Commission, truth really is a defense in a defamation suit.

Ezra closes out his post saying that he actually pities Richard Warman. I don’t. Karma’s a bitch, Ricky.

On this, the 8th anniversary of September 11, 2001, the perpetrators of the massacre are whining about this mysterious “backlash” that never seems to materialize.

“I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach every year,” said Nancy Rokayak, 45, of Charlotte, N.C., who covers her hair in public. “I feel on 9/11 others look at me and blame me for the events that took place.”

Rokayak, a U.S.-born convert, has four children with her husband, who is from Egypt, and works as an ultrasound technologist. She makes sure she is wearing a red, white and blue flag pin every Sept. 11 and feels safer staying close to home.

Sarah Sayeed, 41, who lives in the Bronx, said that for a long time, she hesitated before going out on the anniversary. The morning the World Trade Center crumbled, she rushed to her son’s Islamic day school so they could both return home. The other women there warned that she should take off her headscarf, or hijab, for her own safety. She now attends an interfaith prayer event each Sept. 11, keeping her hair covered as always.

Listen, Islam, this day is not about your fears and needs. It is about the loss of life of those who were murdered in the name of your moongod and his pedophile prophet. You brought this thunder down upon yourselves, and if America were a less civilized society (say, like the countries you all sprang from) then you would have reason to fear walking down the street each day.

September 11th was perpetrated by Muslims, for Muslims, in the name of Allah (pigs be upon him). You have no right to be whinging about your own discomfort on this day. No right. If you had any decency at all, you would have walked away from your cult of sex and death, and embraced America. Instead you hide behind your hijabs and pretend that it’s all about you. It isn’t.

We don’t care that you are uncomfortable. We hope you are miserable and repentant for the actions of your coreligionists, so easily explained away by the radical imams who taught them. We hope you are reminded every day, not just September 11th, of the celebrations of your brethren over the murder of innocent people. These are your brothers. This is your faith.

Paradise for the followers of Allah will be a jet-fuelled hellfire. Then you will have something worth complaining about, you selfish, disgusting abominations.

This is the bed you made. Sleep comfortably, you bastards.

A Shi’ite who has been on death row in Saudi Arabia for 16 years for insulting the Prophet Mohammed was sentenced this week to another five years in jail for criticizing the Saudi justice system, an activist said.

Insulting the Prophet Mohammed. That’s what Ezra Levant was brought in front of the Alberta “Human Rights” Commission for. For printing the Danish cartoons in the now-defunct Western Standard magazine. But he wasn’t charged in Saudi Arabia - he was charged right here in “freedom-loving” Canada. A lunatic, illiterate Imam scrawled a complaint to the AHRC, and for two years Ezra was dragged through an expensive and ultimately bogus process.

No, he didn’t face death row for insulting the epileptic child molester who founded Islam as a land grab. Not this time.

You hear a lot of talk about the slippery slope. In Canada, the Human Rights apparatus was set up to make sure that minorities had equal access to housing and employment as other Canadians. It was a good idea at the time. But the slippery slope has slid us into a place where printing cartoons or writing a book about demography can get you hauled in front of a government body for years on end at high expense… for the good of the people.

Brass Balls Radio records tonight, and with me to discuss the outcome of Warman v. Lemire in front of adjudicator Athanasios Hadjis of the Canadian Human Rights Tribunal will be Ezra Levant and Mark Steyn. Yes, I’m asking these two great friends to give up part of their Friday evening before a long weekend to talk about the Kangaroo Courts. Again.

Download from iTunes on Sunday night or from the web on Monday morning to hear what they have to say about this recent - positive - turn of events.

Athanasios Hadjis adjudicated the Warman V. Lemire case, the decision for which came down today:

I have determined that Mr. Lemire contravened s. 13 of the Act in only one of the instances alleged by Mr. Warman, namely the AIDS Secrets article. However, I have also concluded that s. 13(1) in conjunction with ss. 54(1) and (1.1) are inconsistent with s. 2(b) of the Charter, which guarantees the freedom of thought, belief, opinion and expression. The restriction imposed by these provisions is not a reasonable limit within the meaning of s. 1 of the Charter.

This case has dragged on forever, but in the end, Member Hadjis did the right thing and stood for freedom. No comment at this time from Chief Kangaroo, Jennifer Lynch.

However, we on the side of freedom offer Mr. Hadjis this token of our esteem for bucking the trend:

While ol’ Jenny has managed to keep her whining trap shut, the other professional whiners at the Canadian Jewish Congress are moaning about their personal hero (and proxy) Richard Warman not getting any booty from this pirating of freedom.

“The Supreme Court of Canada clearly ruled that s. 13 was constitutional long before the penalty provisions were added to it. As such, Mr. Hadjis should have simply ignored the penalty provisions and applied the appropriate cease and desist order against Mr. Lemire,” he added.

Read the whole thing at Scaramouche.

It will be interesting to see if the Canadian Human Rights Commission decides to appeal its own member’s decision in a real court, as is their option to do so. However, I believe that Hadjis made the decision he made in order to keep Lemire out of a real court. Marc Lemire has been itching to get in front of a real judge with real mandate, and demand that real rules of discovery be imposed.

Congratulations Marc, on your victory over tyranny. You’re an unusual poster boy and a strange bedfellow for the rest of us free-speechers, but I celebrate with you and for you this day. You have achieved a great victory for freedom in Canada: The CHRC is begining to eat itself.

Jennifer Lynch, for those of you not in the know, is the head of Canada’s “Human Rights” apparatus. She was actually appointed by our Conservative government to stifle free expression - a fact that many of us have made clear we are unhappy with to party fundraisers when they call begging for bucks.

Jennifer Lynch keeps a blacklist of websites she and her commission are maligned on (Hi Jen, I know you’re here!). Canadian lefties who still decry McCarthyism see nothing wrong with Jennifer’s List.

Jennifer Lynch employs people to pose as Nazis on white supremacist websites, in order to draw further “hatred and contempt” towards minorities, so they can then prove themselves useful by prosecuting someone. The Canadian Human Rights Commission is a self-perpetuating cycle of hatred and contempt.

“Hatred and Contempt” are words within our Human Rights Act. In fact, those words form part of the most contemptible piece of legislation I have ever read in the civilized Western world.

13. (1) It is a discriminatory practice for a person or a group of persons acting in concert to communicate telephonically or to cause to be so communicated, repeatedly, in whole or in part by means of the facilities of a telecommunication undertaking within the legislative authority of Parliament, any matter that is likely to expose a person or persons to hatred or contempt by reason of the fact that that person or those persons are identifiable on the basis of a prohibited ground of discrimination.

Likely. Future crime. Totally subjective and outwith the remit of the courts. Except in Canada.

Blogger Blazing Cat Fur ran a contest when Jennifer’s List came to light in the media. Who could come up with the best t-shirt slogan about ol’ Jenny? The winning entry is the one you see splashed across my breasts above.

Alexander of Hollywood has created the shirts, and is selling them for $20, FREE SHIPPING!

$5 from every Lynch shirt sold - from any of the winning styles - will go to the blogger defense fund which includes Kathy Shaidle, Ezra Levant, Connie & Mark Fournier, Kate McMillan, Jonathan Kay of the National Post, and whoever else may come along to stand beside them.

I sincerely hope the National Post got good revenue from the CHRC for the one page ad they took out here. Oh, it’s not an ad? Sure reads like one. Actually, it’s the context of Lynch’s speech (since when did she need to stump?) that she gave on Monday.

Today, many Canadians’ perception of our human rights system has been, in large part, informed by the misinformation and spin of our critics. Many no longer see the connection between the societal values that they cherish and the organizations that are there to promote and protect those values.

It is critically important that we step forward and inform Canadians of the vital role that the human rights system plays in our multicultural society.

Right. So the Canadian Islamic Congress and the Supreme Council on Islamic Supremacy of Supremeness can continue to haul Jews in front of tribunals, and Jews can continue to pay people to pretend to be Nazis in order to point to a Nazi threat, and Richard Warman can also get paid to pretend to be a Nazi while most likely chatting it up with Nazis hired by the Canadian Jewish Congress. Oy.

Ezra couldn’t have had a better opportunity if he had scripted it himself.

Jennifer Lynch, the head of the Human Rights Commission, was supposed to appear on Canadian television to discuss the mandate of her Kangaroo Cournt. But when she found out she was supposed to appear with the mouthy Ezra Levant, she blanched. She told CTV that she refused to appear with Ezra, and that they should remove him from the roster.

CTV told her to go fuck herself. Ezra appeared. Lynch didn’t. Take that. This video is almost as interesting as the ones Ezra himself took last year.

CTV won’t be silenced (at least not yet). Read the whole story at Ezra’s here.

I was up at 7 this morning. Ouch. I have a bit of a busy day, finishing up some client work before heading out to take pics of Bush protesters, then rushing back to record Brass Balls Radio late tonight.

Speaking of Brass Balls Radio, about that $12 donation you meant to give us, but clearly forgot. Yeah, you can still do it (and Mark Steyn says you should!). Thanks. We just paid our hosting bill - the one BEFORE the Steyn show. It was expensive enough. I don’t dare to speculate how much the big one will be.

My article on California upholding Prop 8 has garnered a ton of comments over at Examiner. Feel free to add your own voice to the mix. (There’s a little technical problem with the comments being cut off after x-amount of characters. Sorry, please bear with us while we get it straightened out.) Finally a moonbat has admitted there’s no legal reason to prohibit polygamy and that it should be allowed. Go forth and opine!

I found something fishy over at Technorati the other day. No wonder it isn’t used as much as it once was. What a scam! Just because you’re AOL and you can buy links… Not cool. Bloggers (legitimate ones) put a great deal of effort into their babies. I know I do.

A couple in San Diego have been busted for praying without a permit. Seriously.

“On Good Friday we had an employee from San Diego County come to our house, and inform us that the Bible study that we were having was a religious assembly, and in violation of the code in the county.” David Jones told FOX News.

“We told them this is not really a religious assembly — this is just a Bible study with friends. We have a meal, we pray, that was all,” Jones said.

A few days later, the couple received a written warning that cited “unlawful use of land,” ordering them to either “stop religious assembly or apply for a major use permit,” the couple’s attorney Dean Broyles told San Diego news station 10News.

So much for the concept of:

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

I bet they voted for Prop 8.

Bloggers beware. A great article in the WSJ about libel chill in the ’sphere. Something many of my good friends know far too much about, sadly.

Civic gadflies and self-styled watchdogs who accuse local politicians and companies are getting slapped with lawsuits. People who post messages in chat rooms, online forums and blogs can be held liable for invasion of privacy or for making defamatory statements, which are damaging, false statements of fact.

Yeah, we know. Oh my, do we ever!

Ok folks, have a great day. I hope to get some good pics of raving moonbats from down in front of the Metro Toronto Convention Centre this afternoon. I will be sure to post the best of them.

That’s right. Perhaps we could even send them to “residential schools”. You know, give them a fair shot at becoming a more integrated part of the Canadian cultural mosaic.

No? Bad idea? Unconstitutional? It will never fly?

Why not? These kids in many (if not all) cases are being taught to hate Canada, hate Canadians, hate infidels, loathe Jews, commit acts of violence…

HADITH Sahih Bukhari [4:52:176] : Allah’s Apostle said, “You (i.e. Muslims) will fight with the Jews till some of them will hide behind stones. The stones will (betray them) saying, ‘O ‘Abdullah (i.e. slave of Allah)! There is a Jew hiding behind me; so kill him.’ “

How dare we discriminate on the basis of faith, belief or color of flesh? If these parents (abhorrent though they may be) can have their daughter taken away for learning and espousing their belief system, then certainly all children raised in Muslim homes are in danger.

Disagree? Why?

May 14th is a day of mixed emotions for me. Eighteen years ago today, right about this time of day (circa 10am), the phone rang. I was still asleep, having been late at the hospital the night before. It was a Tuesday morning, and I would have been in school if the world hadn’t been falling apart. My dad had taken the week off work, knowing what was ahead. But he didn’t answer the phone. He was out running errands, in a world before everyone had a cell phone. So I picked it up. I knew what the speaker would say before my hand ever snaked out from under the comforter. I knew who it was.

My cousin Joan, sounding weary having been at the hospital since about midnight:

“Come now. It’s time. How quick can you get here?”

I replied that we were on our way, without knowing that Dad was out of the house.

Still dressed from the night before, I hopped out of bed and ran down the stairs to tell Dad. “Daaaad!?”

He wasn’t there. But he left a detailed note, saying he would be grocery shopping from this time to that time, then stopping by his friend John’s house from this time to that time…. I checked the clock. Five minutes and he’d be at John’s. I dialed. His wife Patricia answered.

“Pat, it’s Wendy. Dad’s on his way over, but I just got the call. Don’t let him even get out of the car - send him home.”

“Oh God - ok. You ok?”

Ok? Hmm… define ok. I was running on little sleep, had forgotten that I was a 14 year old child while I ran a household and did evening shifts at the hospital downtown. In a matter of hours - possibly minutes - I wouldn’t have a mother. Maybe I already didn’t.

“I’m fine. Fine.”

After getting off the phone, I splashed some water on my face and let the dog out in the yard for a few minutes. It was a warm spring day, though a bit cloudy. As Valentine - our Doberman - did her business, my glance happened to land on the lilac tree at the back of the yard. I hated the house we were living in. It was loathe at first sight, but my mother was so enamored with the big lilac bush that we rented the house anyway. We had moved in the previous September, and she couldn’t wait for Spring to see the bush in bloom.

She never did, having been in the hospital since February 22 with the cancer that would kill her. The buds were just beginning to open that morning in May. The bush was still mostly dark purple with unopened blossoms; only a few specks of the pale almost-pink color of the fragrant open flowers.

Dad came home a few minutes later, and we hit the road, driving downtown as fast as our little K-Car would carry us (which isn’t that fast at all). Our speed wasn’t enough. We arrived at the hospital a few minutes after my mother died. It was too late.

Just like the lilacs bloomed too late for her to see them.

You are sitting in your office, going about the business of your business, when someone presents themselves at reception, saying they’ve come to confiscate your hard drive, your hard files and any peripheral e-storage devices. They have no warrant to back them up, and they don’t need one. They are from the government. They are valiantly fighting for the cause of human rights. You do not have the right to turn them away, and you must give them all they request.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have read Shakedown on a windy, rainy night. Maybe then I wouldn’t have written Ezra with a short email review: Bone-chilling.

While not necessarily the horror of Stephen King, Shakedown is a series of Orwellian tales perhaps worthy of the Twilight Zone. In Canada, Section 8 of our Charter (what passes for a constitution in this country) protects the proletariat from illegal search and seizure. Except when it doesn’t. Like, where the “human rights” commissions are involved.

Operating completely outside the law of the land, these “human rights” commissions and tribunals across the country have no set operating procedure. Every case is different, civil law and the Magna Carta have no bearing, and rules are made up as they go along. In addition, though they portend to be a wall of defense between hatred and the population, their employees and cronies are some of the largest purveyors of hate in the country.

If, for example, you and I were to write about niggers and kikes in an effort to foment hatred and possibly violence, the aforementioned Gestapo of the “human rights” rackets would invade our personal files and steal our computer equipment. Yet if one of their employees - past or present - did the same thing under a pseudonym, it would all be in the cause of fighting hatred.

Tell me, dear readers - especially those outside of Canada - does what I’ve written make you feel like you’ve fallen through the looking glass? Me too. The Queen of Hearts (in this case, Jennifer Lynch) passes judgment on intention and tone, branding people from all walks of life to be outside civilized society. Well, almost all walks. Like, for example, you can’t really be charged if you are a lesbian, or a Muslim. After all, you are one of your precious protected people. You are free to make spurious claims - at no cost to yourselves - against small business owners, private citizens and anyone who you may feel has slighted you. In turn, they must pay and pay throughout the process of being found guilty (for no one is ever found not guilty - ever), and then pay again upon being found guilty.

In Shakedown, Ezra Levant tells us these tales of horror, in his usual witty and bombastic manner, as well as telling us of his own infamous dealings with the Alberta “Human Rights” Commission for daring to report on a news story that Muslims found offensive.

Money quote: You can always ignore a racist. You can’t escape from the government.

Ezra has waged an almost three year battle to denormalize the “human rights” apparatus in Canada and to expose their unconstitutional practices to the sunlight of public opinion. Shakedown is his story, along with the stories of many other less connected Canadians who have suffered at the hands of the Court of Marsupial Magistrates.

Is this a book just for Canadians? No. Any country that subscribes to a politically-correct orthodoxy at the expense of common sense (I’m looking at you, Britain) is at risk of having quasi-judicial bodies break the law of the land in an effort to protect people from being offended.

Shakedown by Ezra Levant is available as of Tuesday, March 24th in Chapters/Indigo branches across Canada, and worldwide via Amazon. You can pre-order it through Amazon today.

UPDATE: D’uh. I thought it was a little odd that the book would be launched on a Tuesday, and I was right. It in fact launches today, Monday the 23rd of March. I actually saw it in Indigo last night after dinner.

By his own pet Human Rights racket!

Ezra has the best write-up I’ve seen so far. Basically what it boils down to is that all these years Warman has been posting Antisemitic diatribes on white supremacist websites. He claims he did so for the purposes of “infiltration”, believing himself to be some kind of undercover sleuth. In fact, the HRT has now ruled that his remarks over these years - words he’s used to turn the Commission into his own personal piggy bank time after time - in fact expose Jews and other minorities to hatred.

Yeah, no shit. You can’t have an “anti-racist crusader” running around shooting his mouth off about the niggers and jooooos. It’s counter-productive. And this time, he gets no cash from the cash cow. He so embarrassed himself on the witness stand during cross examination - obfuscating, back-pedaling, changing stories and all but perjuring himself - that the Tribunal could not in good conscience award him any of the extortion money he requested from Jason Ouwendyk and the Northern Alliance, even thought they found Ouwendyk “guilty” (remember, they have a 100% conviction rate under S. 13.1 - they find everyone guilty). Ouwendyk didn’t have to cough up a penny beyond his own defense - punishment enough, thanyouverymuch.

I have here in my hot little hands an advance copy of Ezra Levant’s forthcoming book on the Canadian “human rights” racket: Shakedown.

It arrived this morning, but since I don’t really do mornings, I have just gotten to it now, and only as far as the foreword, by (naturally) Mark Steyn. In it he describes Ezra as “one of those shower units where the merest nudge of the dial sends it straight up to scalding.” I’ve met Ezra several times over the years, but putting Ezra+hot shower together will be a new thought for me. Hmmm. At any rate, when I die, I’m having Mark write the eulogy and the epitaph.

Ezra Levant will be joining us on Brass Balls Radio closer to the end of the month, and Mike and I are really looking forward to talking with him again about the abuses of our over-bloated human rights racket here in Canada. The book is due for release on March 24, but you can pre-order your copy from Amazon now.

I don’t think I would be exaggerating much to say that yesterday was the best day evah. So now that I’ve had 12 hours of quality sleep to bring me down from that crazy high I was on, I want to fill you in on a few other details.

I wrote of Loftus Cuddy being brother to Jim of my beloved Blue Rodeo. Hence the title of the post, about a small world. There was supposed to be more to that title. You see, Loftus is a massive fan of Mark Steyn. And he regaled me an amusing anecdote (long before he made his big reveal) about how his mother in law lived across the hall from Mark Steyn in Montreal and used to see Steyn’s wife in the laundry room all the time. So yeah, the world is minute. You just never know who you’re going to bump into.

In regards to that Big Reveal, I told Loftus that I didn’t want to know much about his brother and especially his brother’s politics. You see, I lost Melissa Etheridge years ago when she went from fabu rock star to militant lesbian. Her songs changed, and I couldn’t hear them the same way anymore. I didn’t want to lose Blue Rodeo. So Loftus and I talked of pretty much everything else except his brother!

While we’re playing the Six Degrees of Mark Steyn, when I finally arrived home last night my envelope from Tiffany (the Oracle of Steyn and Personal Assistant Extraordinaire) was waiting for me. I now have the signed copy of America Alone that will be given out to the Right Girl reader who wins the 5th Anniversary Valentine Contest. Better hurry, because the winner will be announced tomorrow!

The inscription in the book was very touching: To a fellow Girl on the Right reader, from a loyal RightGirl fan. Wow - that “from” bit was a nice touch - thanks, Mark. Tiffany also threw in a copy of Marshmallow World, which I’m listening to right now. You just can’t help but smile listening to this.

Also waiting for me was an envelop from Chris Chadwick of Mission Tags in Colorado. Chris is a reader who whipped up some vinyl window stickers that say “Conservative Girls are Hot” for me. I will include one with the Anniversary Winner’s Prize Pack.

Then another reader writes that while I was off hobnobbing and consuming martinis, Ezra Levant was carving Andrea Calver a new perineum on the Michael Coren Show. Kate has the video.

Let’s talk more about perineums, shall we? Mark has a post called “Richard Warman’s Arse“. Click the link to find out why.

Ok, well as great as it was, yesterday was a burn day. I got nothing concrete done, but I wouldn’t change a thing. Though, today I am playing catch-up. While I’m doing that, why don’t you have a listen to this week’s non-PG rated Brass Balls Radio?

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Steyn has arrived. We all had coffee downstairs. Now we’re waiting for the session to reconvene.

In the committee hearing. The Ontario human rights commission employs 50 staff, 22 full time adjudicators and 22 part time adjudicators. Judging by their representatives here at the hearing, I’m certain all employees are of an approriate hue or disability. Not learning anything new as yet. HRC is typical self-sustaining government bloat. All for the good of the “public”.

I’m off to Queen’s Park today for the Standing Committee on Government Agencies where the Ontario Court of Marsupial Magistrates will be the topic of discussion. I guess people have finally cottoned on to the idea that these Human Right’s Commissions are nothing more than government censorship of the masses. Unfortunately, you can bet your ass that the committee will be stacked in favor.

Later in the afternoon, our team spokesmodel Mark Steyn will be taking the stand to tell his tale of woe.

The post entitled “test” was to deduce my live-blogging-via-BlackBerry capabilities. They are there, but annoying. I’ll do what I can.

Have a great day, y’all.

I know they hate infidels Jews Hindu’s dogs pigs alcohol dancing singing music of any kind or the performance thereof, Christians African Muslims as we see in Sudan but I didn’t realize the religion of peace had a fatwa out on fruit. Here is a story from the A.P. on several major fruit attacks perpetrated it would appear by that unfortunately named MILF. Moro Islamic Liberation Front
Clearly these attacks are meant to destroy any Christmas activities in the majority Catholic country of the Philippines. Islam is warring now for the whole nation not being content with creating a sharia state where most of the Muslims are in Moro.

This does add fuel however to my suspicion that the bombs found this week in a Paris department store where not planted by the religion of peace. My suspicion is that as the dynamite had no detonator attached, there was a warning called in BEFORE the bomb was supposed to go off and there where no follow up attacks to kill first responders that partial bomb was actually planted by leftists and anarchists and not by Muslims despite the demand that French troops be withdrawn from Afghanistan.

Its just not the Muslim M.O. The bomb wasn’t functional, no one was hurt and and there was no attempt to kill the rescue forces after. My money is on leftists and anarchists probably funded out of Moscow as is the tradition now that the proxy wars have begun again. On to the followers of Mohamed and the multiple fruit attacks….

Another bomb found in jittery Philippine city (int. Herald Tribune)

Police defused a powerful bomb hidden inside a papaya fruit that attackers may have intended to detonate Sunday at a Roman Catholic cathedral in a violence-wracked southern Philippine city.

About 100 policemen will be deployed this week to bolster the security of Iligan city amid a security scare that has dampened the usually vibrant Christmas holiday season in the industrial hub of more than 300,000 people, Iligan Mayor Lawrence Cruz said.

“This is a crisis situation,” Cruz told The Associated Press. “We should be at the height of the Christmas rush now but it feels gloomy.”

A bomb fashioned from an 81 mm mortar round and concealed in a papaya fruit was found by scavengers in a vacant lot near a Roman Catholic cathedral in downtown Iligan. Police and army ordnance teams safely defused the bomb, Cruz said.

The would-be bombers may have planned to bring the bomb to the cathedral, which was packed with worshippers, but abandoned it at the lot about two blocks away due to heavy police presence in the church area, police Superintendent Celso Regencia said.

Police also checked an unattended bag, which scared off passers-by in an Iligan public plaza, but found no explosives, Regencia said.

Two nail-laden bombs exploded almost simultaneously Thursday in the baggage counters of two Iligan department stores packed with Christmas shoppers, killing two people and wounding 54 others.

President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo flew to Iligan, about 485 miles (780 kilometers) southeast of Manila, to console the victims Friday and order authorities to hunt down and punish the bombers.

Hours after Arroyo left Iligan, however, a third bomb was found and defused by a fruit stand close to the two stores hit in Thursday’s blasts, police said.

Muslim guerrillas, who resent Iligan officials’ opposition to a plan to annex a part of the city to an expanded Muslim autonomous region, are among the suspects in the bombings, Cruz said.

A closed-circuit television camera at one of the shops targeted Thursday showed two men wearing traditional Muslim garments handing over what appeared to be a bag. Minutes later, an explosion ripped the baggage counter apart, police said.

The bomb attacks have prompted a security alert in metropolitan Manila, where police organized a mock bombing exercise at a crowded commuter train terminal Saturday.

The British Embassy again advised its nationals against traveling to the southern Mindanao region due to terrorism and bomb attacks, citing Thursday’s bombings in Iligan.

I don’t know what to do with this story really. There is just too much wrong with it to begin taking it apart. It’s like that car you may as well sell as scrap metal cause you would have to rebuild it with entirely new parts.

Being gay seems to earn the right to actually steal children now. OK well eggs at least.

Protesters decided to actually march for the ‘rights’ of gay penguins to hatch eggs? It isn’t ‘fair’ to not let them be parents just cause nature ‘made them that way’? Meanwhile the European Umma of muslim clerics are deciding whether or not to obey western laws on whether or not to actually murder gay people as is commanded in Koran.

According to this story in the Daily Mail UK

“Last month the birds were segregated after they were caught placing stones at the feet of parents before waddling away with their eggs.

But angry visitors to Polar Land in Harbin, northern China, complained it wasn’t fair to stop the couple from becoming surrogate fathers and urged zoo bosses to give them a chance.”

I really can’t figure out what exactly fair means. To be honest I never have. Typically its a rhetorical device meaning you have to concede to what I want you to think do and behave. But in this case well, Gay penguins rewarded for tricking other penguins by placing rocks at their feet in order to steal their young by having humans steal the eggs for them and letting them hatch them instead of the actual mother of the egg. For the first time the irrational left seems to show an overt contempt for nature itself when it fails (as it always does) to be politically correct.

I would hope these protesters find it in themselves to protest the various Muslim organizations which actively seek the death penalty for homosexuals in Europe instead of hanging around in zoos stealing eggs for gay birds. I mean if it was for an omelet or something yeah go ahead.

During the looooong year that Maclean’s and Steyn were being witch-hunted by the thought police and their assorted sock drawer, we normal people kept saying that if you want editorial control over a magazine, get your own damn magazine!

Mohammed El-Dirtbag has finally cottoned onto that idea. Too little too late. But a nice gesture just the same.