What must we do to protect our White culture?

[Argus]

It would be political suicide for the Conservatives to currently dwell on the proper place pertaining to 'White English culture and national interest'.

Why? Surely the "Great White Majority" would want to have a government protect its culture and would reward it with a return to power???

BTW you never answered the question as to what responibility individual voters bear for choosing the Liberals.

Individual voters tend to be intellectually lazy and ignorant. Most don't put much thought or effort into keeping abreast of political developments or looking below the surface of the headlines - assuming they even read the papers or watch the news. This is one of the reasons a sleazy, opportunistic bunch like the Liberals can be so successful.

[Argus]

Talking out of you ass again, eh, Guyser? Never read a newspaper? Never watched the news? Cause what I see is one Black and Brown face after another being shot, stabbed and strangled, and one black and brown face after another going up as "wanted", or arrested for violent crimes. Aside from domestic disputes virtually every homocide in Toronto is commited by a visible minority, the street gangs which frighten suburbanites are virtually all visible minorities.

You do like shooting yourself in the foot with your rants dont you.

So a visible minority , or black and brown face after another being shot et al.....funny, I bet a lot of those are born Canadians , maybe even...gasp...second or third generation Canadians.

Possible, but unlikely. Statistically, Canada had virtually no non-whites, other than aborigines, prior to immigration being opened up in the mid to late seventies. I rarely meet a visible minority who does not have a foreign accent, and I meet a lot of them.

What you see? You dont dude, just too angry all the time. But dont worry, by days end I am sure both feet will be bandaged, unless you keep one in your mouth. Too funny.

But I guess you can show me the stats that report the race of a perp of crime(s) for TO?

Keep patting yourself on the back for what you imagine to be a clever response. Aside from the liberal zealots like yourself nobody is going to disagree with what I wrote. Certainly the cops won't. As to statistics, people like you have forbidden the keeping of statistics on race and crime lest it add weight to 'racists". One wonders why, given your suggestion that visible minorities commit no more crimes than Whites.

Nevertheless, numbers pop up hear and there, and we can all see the faces in our newspapers.

[Argus]

Nevertheless, in ranting against foreigners, quebecers, Muslims et al, he is clearly decrying the way English Canada's traditional culture and traditions have been under constant erosion, and the growing numbers of "other" which are swamping many Canadian cities.

Ya sure? Like what has eroded? Funny, I see it as having being expanded and culturally enriched. This city was boring way back when. I know I know, your white little enclave is now multi coloured.

Yes, I'm not surprised you are among the weak-minded who bought into the liberal message of the elites that Canada was a horrible place of no value prior to the inclusion of the "wonderful mosaic" of third world goat herders. Toronto might have been "boring" in the sense it used to be termed "New York run by the Swiss". Funny how no one has used that description in a long, long time. Now Toronto is overcrowded, dirty, with too much traffic, no place to stow its garbage, beggars on every street corner and street gangs that do drive-by shootings on a daily basis.

Hell, the majority of people in Toronto weren't even raised in Canada. It is a city of foreigners with only varying acquaintance with Canadian culture. In the neighbourhood where I used to live I was the distinct minority, and English was rarely heard. Why should that be the case in Canada? Why should I be made to feel like the minority in my own country because of idiotic immigration policies designed by elitists who don't have to live with the results?

You lived in a neighbourhood with other than English speaking people. Bet it was a pretty good place, maybe with moms home most of the time, the children supervised and lots of good eats. But nope, you just decry the language.

Actually it was not a pretty good place, or at least, not after the foreigners arrived. It became a place of crime, with muggings, swarmings and stabbings all around. The police moved a substation into the apartment building next door, and sirens were a constant melody.

"Made to feel like a minority"....ah the great tactic of promoting falsehoods. No one but your own sense of entitlement , aside from your intolerance and ignorance, makes you feel anything.

You weren't there, and you don't know anything about what that neighbourhood was like. As in most of your posts, your message is basically cut and paste bullshit introduced out of your politically inspired catalog of racialist insults. I lived there for ten years and didn't know the name of a single neighbour. I hadn't lived in my present area for one day when the first neighbour wandered over to introduce herself. Within a few weeks I knew every neighbour (all Canadians) in sight by name and profession. And haven't heard a siren since. No stabbings, no thefts, no muggings or swarmings, no vandalism. It's nice to be back in Canada.

[Posit]

Individual voters tend to be intellectually lazy and ignorant. Most don't put much thought or effort into keeping abreast of political developments or looking below the surface of the headlines....

Only politicians would have as much contempt for the electorate.

The Conservatives are no better.

Edited July 14, 2007 by Posit

[Argus]

There's no such thing as "Canadian" culture. (except perhaps some tokens borrowed from immigrants). It is a myth.

Preposterous drivel. You simply don't know what culture is. You probably imagine it's people in colourful costumes doing line dances or whatever, or playing interesting tunes on a fiddle. That's not what people talk about when they are talking about the culture of a nation. Why don't we try to use the term "personality" instead. The culture of a nation is its personality, a combination of its behaviour, its likes and dislikes, what it hopes and dreams, what it's done in life, good and shameful, what it's learned over the years, its strengths and its weaknesses.

Every group has a culture, every group has a personality. But a group culture is more easily changed than an individual one because it's the product of the totality of the personalities of its members. Change the members, and you change the group personality. Bring in a million xenophobic, bigoted, sexist Muslims and you alter the group personality to be more bigoted, more xenophobic, more sexist.

Canada's personality has been changed and is continuing to be changed by the introduction, every year, of hundreds of thousands of new members whose life experiences are from more primitive, socially backward, and violent cultures.

[Argus]

As for the future Argus, whether we like it or not, unfortunately we will have more terrorism attacks that will polarize us and challenge our pluralism and it

will do exactly what terrorists want it to do, fuel bigots to create racist back-lash which in turn will alienate minorities and then make them easier to recruit

as terrorists. I know the cycle. I saw it in Northern Ireland, Cyprus, Israel-Gaza-West Bank, Lebanon. The names change, but the game is the same.

That is why you won't see me assuming anything negative about Muslims or anyone else. I know damn well from seeing it first hand that the only way

the West will win this war going on now isif reach out to moderate Muslims and form an alliance with them. I know that and the terrorists sure as hell know

that.

What is a moderate Muslim? Now in the area I used to live - which had the highest percentage of Muslims in any riding in Ontario - which means, probably, in Canada - I encountered many Muslims on a daily basis. I also worked with many Muslims. Hard working? Sure. Law abiding? Sure. Family people? Sure. Troublemakers? Nope. Did I like being surrounded by them? Nope. Why? Because the value system they were clinging to was inimical to mine. They were obsessed with gender roles, and keeping women down. They demanded the local swimming pool be shut down because boys and girls should not be allowed to swim together. They demanded they be screened off so no one would see the "naked bodies". They actively disliked and were suspicious of a long list of groups and peoples, most especially Jews, Americans, and, depending on their ethnic background, blacks, Arabs, and Asians. They had primitive cultural beliefs about others, and were harshly conservative in terms of women and their place in life, and highly disapproving of Canadian women and girls and the permissiveness of our society towards their "slutty" behaviour and dress. And while none admitted - to me - to supporting terrorism, and almost all decried them and their violence, they tended to have at least a grudging agreement with the aims and goals of the terrorists, and a sympathy for their motives.

These are your "moderates". Now I'm not talking about terrorism here. I'm talking about culture. I'm talking about - would you want ten or fifteen million of them here? And how do you think life would change for Jews if there were ten or fifteen million of them here?

Because the way things are going there will be one day.

[Argus]

In order for a particular people to express a culture it must be accompanied by cultural icons and traditions. Canada has none of these and I challenge anyone to present any that haven't originated in another culture.

Canada's culture is its shared memory and values. I hate those idiots who don't believe we have one, and so one day i wrote something, kind of stream of conciousness thing, and posted it in reply. Might have even posted it here before. But here it is again. It's probably too long for those with short attention spans though.

I remember the flicker of sadness and anticipation at the smell of a chill autumn breeze at night which carried with it the certain coming of winter. I remember the foretelling of spring in the warm March sun which lit the winter landscape and the sight of ice melting along the edges of the sidewalks, the first sight of trickling water, the first few bits of grass beginning to show. I remember the scent of wood smoke on a cool evening night, the smell and sounds of a neighborhood arena on a Saturday morning, the chill of the water during an early morning swimming lesson.

I remember the sun rising over the trees at the cottage, and the absolute darkness of the night save for the moon glowing on the river. I remember the feel of ice under my skates as I tried to keep my ankles steady, and the race down the sideline of a soccer field trying to keep up with the ball. I remember the magic and wonder of a shopping mall. I remember the anticipation of school, the anxiety on the first day, the discomfort and special smell of new clothes. I remember following parades in the summer, keeping up with the bands. I remember throwing my books away on the last day of school, and walking home, joyously knowing I had almost literally forever before school started again.

I remember fireworks on Victoria Day, and the lazy, sleepy Dominion Day holiday which was celebrated in typical Canadian fashion by doing not much of anything, and the way we quietly looked down on those loud, brash Americans for all their howling national bombast with face painting and flag waving and fairs and guns and super patriotism. I remember half crippling myself carting a giant pumpkin home that was almost as big as me. I remember the joy of spotting the first Christmas decorations put out in the shopping mall. I remember holding my hands together in church, feeling a bit awkward, and terribly bored.

I remember being on the road with my parents, and the fascination of every new mile of grass and cows and run down trailer parks. I remember the delight of hotels, with elevators you could ride up and down – and up and down – and up and down in. They had real ice, too, just down the hall, and it was FREE. I remember throwing up at the Ex after eating too much and going on a fast ride. I remember wandering along the river skipping stones. I remember building a tree house in the woods. I remember building a skating rink in the back yard, building snow men, snow forts, and a snow house.

I remember the thrill of racing down a long hill on a toboggan, and jumping off a high fence to land in a deep snow bank. I remember standing in line in the gymnasium in front of the number which represented my school bus, or at least, hoping it was my school bus. I remember school picture day. I remember freezing my ass off at recess in the winter when it was forty below, trying to shield from the wind in a narrow doorway. I remember the satisfaction of body checking someone and having them fall down. I remember summer nights and cars, and girls, and baseball analogies, if you take my meaning. I remember Jarry Park at night, with the Expos clobbering the Mets. I remember my first subway right alone. I remember my father teaching me to drive, and very lightly scraping the side of a car as I backed out of a parking space. I remember the theme music from Expo 67. I remember how the theme for the Stanley Cup Playoffs used to thrill me – every game.

I remember the woods, the quiet, the heat, the bugs, the feel of water on my paddle. I remember taunting the dog, having it chase me, chasing it back. I remember contempt for those poor guys who only had cats. I remember the excitement of thanksgiving dinner, the awe and anticipation of Christmas eve, the joy of Christmas morning. I remember chocolate bunnies at easter, and that funny old-people smell when visiting grandparents houses. I remember whole mornings and afternoons devoted to colouring and cutting out santas, and Christmas trees, and elves, and candy canes at school. I remember amazement that the band actually sounded pretty good at the Christmas concert, and the choir wasn’t half bad either. I remember the first sight of colour on a television. I

remember Saturday movies with my brother and friends. I remember amazement at all those tall buildings downtown. I remember hide and seek, pickup football, and long, lazy summer evenings wandering suburban streets with my friends, getting into very mild trouble, and thinking we were cool. I remember my first job, at a self service gas bar. I remember being fired from my first job at a self service gas bar. I remember my first television, twelve inches, B&W, which I bought with my first and only cheque from my first job. I remember New years eve, babysitting, working at a club, partying. I remember seeing how high I could make my bike jump, and hot summer days when I drank an entire coke non-stop after riding a long distance.

I remember school trips to upper Canada village, to a cottage resort, to museums and maple syrup runs and parliament hill. I remember seeing how late I could stay out without my parents yelling for me, how late I could stay up without my parents yelling at me, how late I could sleep in without my father overturning my bed. I remember waiting to be wakened on a school day – when it snowed – watching each minute tick by and hoping against hope nobody came in – which meant it was a snow day! I remember the vast disappointment when my mother rushed in to say she’d slept in and demand I hurry up and get ready.

I remember being very careful not to say anything that would tick off my father, who was very scary despite never, to my memory, hitting me, except maybe a very rare cuff to the back of the head. I remember firecrackers. I remember eagerly waiting for Thursday, which was, coincidentally, allowance day and the day the new comics came out at the corner store. I remember camp fires, and the smell of burned hot dogs. I remember camp songs, and sleeping in a cottage or tent with a half dozen other boys. I remember the bad food in the mess hall. I remember getting to ride a horse. I remember riding in the back of my dad’s station wagon down the highway, staring at the cars behind us. I remember moving into a new house in a new city, with everything so – new.

I remember building a hideout in the basement, and my delight when the basement flooded, stomping around in the water, and not caring that it smelled a little. I remember Dairy Queen ice cream cones in the summer, beaver tails in the winter. I remember Flintstones every day at lunch, Brady Bunch, Bewitched and Gilligans Island after school. I remember how great it was to be just too sick to go to school, but without pain or real discomfort. I remember the mustiness and mystery of an old attic. I remember the library every Sunday, and taking out all those Hardy Boys and Famous Five books. I remember walking on train tracks as the train approached. I remember the thunder as it crossed a tiny bridge over an old creek – from underneath. I remember GI Joe dolls, and my sister’s Barbies, Tonka construction trucks, Matchbox cars with an entire case to carry them. I remember flipping baseball and hockey cards with my friends, winning more than I lost.

I remember Crystal Beach, and La Ronde, Niagara Falls, and Frontier Town. I remember visiting family, staying in my cousins’ room on a cot, the pool his family had. I remember visiting the House of Commons and showing my pass to the guards. I remember how big and impressive everything was, and how green the House was, and how amazing it was to see all those people in person I’d seen on my TV for so long. I remember the guard confiscating the sheathed hunting knife on my belt with a genial smile, promising he’d look after it for me till I got out.

I remember voting for the first time, at 18, and determining I would never be one of those people who didn’t bother to vote. I remember all this and more, and all this and more is what makes me who I am. And all this and more and less is what I share with many, many, many Canadians who grew up in this country, living much the same lives, with some variation, in subtly different ways, learning the same lessons from family and school, experiencing the same experiences, feeling the same joys and fears and sorrows and hopes and dreams and thoughts. And in all of that we were alone but in all of that we were together, because while we were all different, we were pretty much the same, so that others joked about how polite we were, and how clean we were, and how we’d obediently, if a bit restless at times, stand at quiet street corners waiting for the light to turn green, even though there wasn’t a car in sight. We were solid, through and through, self reliant and proud, but quietly so. We knew there were other countries, because we were bored silly in Geography class every day, but we didn’t really care about them, or think about them. We were Canadians, and that was all the world that mattered.

Edited July 14, 2007 by Argus

[Argus]

American INVENTIONS not cultural icons. Try again.

You obviously don't understand what a cultural icon or tradition is.

I think it's you who does not understand. We have democracy. "They" don't. Why? Because we have a cultural tradition of cooperation and compromise which is necessary for democracies to flourish. "They" do not. Democracy does not work where everyone only sees their own needs, and has no respect for others. Most cultures are like that still. Individuals and individual groups see only their own needs and care nothing for others.

We have gender emancipation. They do not? Why? Because their cultural beliefs are different from our cultural beliefs. Our beliefs arise from our history, our slow changing over time to embrace new ideas and concepts. Their culture never gained any acceptance of such new ideas and concepts. Thus women are treated as chattel in many of "their" cultures.

We have an open acceptance of other religions. Our life is mostly secular. This arises yet again, from our culture, and the slow change of a practical, thoughtful people over time. Their life is very religious, and they do not accept any religions. They do not accept the idea of a secular world. Why? Because their culture, their traditions, are all about surrendering theirselves to the concept of God.

All of this is about culture. All of it is about traditions. Culture is not folk festivals. It is who we are.

Edited July 14, 2007 by Argus

[Argus]

Now I get...after a good night's sleep:

Would you like to have a contest over how many letters is appended to each of our names?

ScottSA, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah.

I would count sixteen letters after your name.....I would considered that a no-contest contest. You win!

Letters after your name don't matter in this forum. It is the letters you write which form your statements and thoughts, and the quality of that writing, and the quality of those thoughts, which count.

And in that context, you're correct, between you and ScottSA, it's no contest. He wins.

[Argus]

Individual voters tend to be intellectually lazy and ignorant. Most don't put much thought or effort into keeping abreast of political developments or looking below the surface of the headlines....

Only politicians would have as much contempt for the electorate.

No, those of us who are thoughtful - I exclude you here, naturally - generally have that level of contempt for the electorate.

The Conservatives are no better.

They are better, but not a lot. But they're not playing on a level playing field.

[Posit]

Nice rant Argus. However the quantity of verbiage doesn't equate to quality discussion. If fact most of your assertions are wrong and clearly dumb founded.

Are you ScottSA'a bum buddy? You sure came quickly to "back him" up......

I'll say it again. There is no such thing as Canadian culture. And this time instead of going wildly off topic suggesting I don't know what culture is, prove your point by proving the icons and traditions that make Canadians, or more broadly "white" a cultural entity apart from any other ethnic cultures that flourish in Canada. Everything Canada tries to define as culture is really borrowed from someone else. So show us what makes Canada distinct from say Hawaii where only the colour of skin separates the societal qualities you tried to assert belonged to white fellas.

I think we can all agree that Hawaiians have a distinct and robust culture.....?

[Leafless]

You've proven nothing. Those people are just as famous in the US and some overseas. They have nothing to do with "culture" let alone "white culture" especially since you have mixed Quebequois, Ukrainian, Aboriginal, etc. in the list.

All famous Canadians I have included in the list of famous Canadians are Canadians that represent collectively majority White English speaking Canadian culture.

If any of these these famous Canadians did NOT want to be included collectively as part of the White English speaking Canadian cultural success story, they would limit their talents by catering only to their own their own subculture which they obviously have no intention of doing.

If you were not already a minority you would be labelled a bigot and racist for saying what you do in this thread.

Icons are the symbols of culture. Such as poutine being a Quebequois cultural icon. There are no specific identifiable Canadian symbols that come close to identifying culture.

I have heard this many times before with poutine being a Quebec tradition.

And you know what? They can keep their artery clogging grease mess to themselves.

You call this a Quebec cultural icon? I call this a burden on Canada's health care system and probably poutine would not exist period, if Quebec residents were forced to pay for their own heart surgeries.

[KO2]

Protect it from what?

Evolving as every other culture?

If you guys had your way there would be a proliferation of gated communities here in NA.

Wait a minute, there is a proliferation of gated communities protecting White culture.

[Leafless]

This post initially included a link that was morally unacceptable.

Edited July 14, 2007 by Leafless

[ScottSA]

ScottSA won't say it. He aludes; he hints; he uses innuendo; he gets others to say it for him; But he will not say it for himself.

[]

What is he trying to say? Why would an obviously well educated man, with many letters behind his name, piss-ant around? Why is he so terrified of actually saying what he means?

[]

More piss-anting around. Make your point, man.

Have you stopped beating your sister's baby yet?

[KO2]

You guys should read the Dr. Zeus book, "The star bellied sneetches and them without.

It provides a more focuued understand of what is going on here in this column, in laguage that evenyou can understand.

Besides its quite funnny/entertaining, as good a read as any post here

[ScottSA]

Are you ScottSA'a bum buddy? You sure came quickly to "back him" up......

I'll say it again. There is no such thing as Canadian culture. And this time instead of going wildly off topic suggesting I don't know what culture is, prove your point by proving the icons and traditions that make Canadians, or more broadly "white" a cultural entity apart from any other ethnic cultures that flourish in Canada. Everything Canada tries to define as culture is really borrowed from someone else. So show us what makes Canada distinct from say Hawaii where only the colour of skin separates the societal qualities you tried to assert belonged to white fellas.

At the risk of being accused of being Argus' "bum buddy" again (one wonders what latent homosexual tendency is responsible for the choice of that analogy), I'll say again what I alluded to and what Argus painstakingly tried to spell out in detail for you: culture is not synonymous with "icons." Icons are, if anything, a minor subset of culture, but lets look at some of those icons anyway.

Let's look at the association between the Eiffel Tower and France, or the Peace Tower and Canada. Both speak volumes about the culture that built them. The Eiffel tower speaks not to "French" culture so much as western culture. Its steel spans, its sweeping lines, are a celebration of science, but far beyond that they are a statement of the culture that bred the science. The Peace Tower does not have an onion dome or a crescent on top, and there is a reason for that. It is built in neo-gothic style for a reason, as a statement of its European roots and as a statement of the permanency of those roots, that culture. It hosts a government and a regime wholly based upon western tradition, western culture. Culture is not baseball and apple pie or mounties and the Rocky Mountains. It's the social foundation of a society, and ours was once intact and is now atomizing.

Hingeing culture on such trivialities as hockey and musical rides is shallow at best.

Edited July 14, 2007 by ScottSA

[KO2]

"Hingeing culture on such trivialities as hockey and musical rides is shallow at best."

That is something that is true to my heart.

Have you ever noticed how our Canadian politics ressembles hockey?

It seems to be and endless series of rushes of one side at the other.

The game alwasy remains the same, only the score changes.

Constant conflict for entertaiment's sake.

And like hockey, CBC controls and markets it all.

Edited July 14, 2007 by KO2

[Argus]

Nice rant Argus. However the quantity of verbiage doesn't equate to quality discussion.

That is certainly true. And what you lose in quality and thoughtfuless you hopefully make up for in lack of quantity.

If fact most of your assertions are wrong and clearly dumb founded.

So well-argued.

Are you ScottSA'a bum buddy? You sure came quickly to "back him" up......

The intellectual quality of your postings leaves me in awe.

I'll say it again. There is no such thing as Canadian culture.

Well if you say it, Posit, with all the thundering intellectual magnificence with which you are capable, then surely there can be no doubt.

I think we can all agree that Hawaiians have a distinct and robust culture.....?

Because they have brown skin and funny costumes, no doubt. That appears to be about your level of thinking.

[Argus]

You guys should read the Dr. Zeus book, "The star bellied sneetches and them without.

It provides a more focuued understand of what is going on here in this column, in laguage that evenyou can understand.

Besides its quite funnny/entertaining, as good a read as any post here

Alas, few of us operate on that impressive an intellectual level. I'd suggest you recruit Posit and Hollis and form a reading group, though.

[jefferiah]

You guys should read the Dr. Zeus book, "The star bellied sneetches and them without.

It provides a more focuued understand of what is going on here in this column, in laguage that evenyou can understand.

Besides its quite funnny/entertaining, as good a read as any post here

ive never heard of that one, ko2, but yeah dr seuss books rule!

[ScottSA]

I told my kids that rather than be afraid or prejudiced of "Coloured People" they should think of marrying one, so that we of the strawberry blond and fair complexion might have offspring with more melanim? in the skin. Survival of the fittest. Generational protection for my offspring as our ozone layer depletes.

I'm proud to say my son took me up on my wisdom.

I have two lovely grandchildren who don't appear as if they will need to worry about skin cancer.

My motto from genetics is; the bigger the gene pool, the better the mix.

Excellent, how wonderful for you. Now that your lineage has protected itself from the threat of a disappearing ozone layer, I almost hate to break the news to you that the disappearing ozone layer was last decade's non-existent threat, falling in time somewhere between the panic over the perpetually imminent nuclear war of the 80s and the Y2K threat of the 90s that fizzled out in company with many of my brain cells on January 1, 2000. And I bet if you scrunch up the letters of your "motto" a bit, you'll be able to fit a cannabis leave on the bumper sticker beside them!

On a serious note, I'm happy for you and I hope you enjoy your grandchildren. But why do you wear it as a badge of some kind of honour that they're not white? Why is it bad to maintain a caucasian lineage and a mark of honor to abort it?

Edited July 15, 2007 by ScottSA

[KO2]

You guys should read the Dr. Zeus book, "The star bellied sneetches and them without.

It provides a more focuued understand of what is going on here in this column, in laguage that evenyou can understand.

Besides its quite funnny/entertaining, as good a read as any post here

Alas, few of us operate on that impressive an intellectual level. I'd suggest you recruit Posit and Hollis and form a reading group, though.

Someday you too might understand something simple, instead of being beddazzled by fuzzy spin.

[capricorn]

If being Caucasian means "not coloured", well then my family can therefore be described as white skinned. My first cousin married a stunningly beautiful white Jamaican woman. She became pregnant and gave birth to a black baby. So here you have two very white people with a very black offspring. Of course, the proverbial question was "So you adopted." It was also very interesting to see my aunt's (the grandmother) incredulous reaction at this turn of events. She was totally dumbfounded.

I will be perfectly honest, in that situation I really don't know how I would react if this happened to me with one of my own children. How would I feel toward this offspring? I guess you have to have been through to know, right?

Don't get me wrong. In no way am I a racist. My kids can marry whomever they want, and I would be accepting and receptive. But with a mixed marriage, well there are no surprises as it can go either way.

When it comes to genes, nature has many surprises in store for humans.

[Leafless]

Individual voters tend to be intellectually lazy and ignorant. Most don't put much thought or effort into keeping abreast of political developments or looking below the surface of the headlines....

Only politicians would have as much contempt for the electorate.

The Conservatives are no better.

The Conservatives are better.

What the Liberals did to 'White English speaking Canadians' with the implementation of well thought out series of linguistic policies and legislation, can only be described as exceeding the borders of politics into fully participating in an act of outright treason against majority English speaking Canadians and their culture.

This ongoing campaign of linguistic and cultural annihilation (a literal translation-'to make into nothing') of the majority English language continues to-day with the Liberal party of Canada still intact as a national federal political party of Canada suffering no ill effects from this act of treason.

An immediate referendum should be held to decide the fate of this political party and its traitorous actions against majority English speaking Canadians, the language we have inherited from the people who gave us this country, the British.

Edited July 15, 2007 by Leafless