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Email on the Student Protests in Montreal

Hi Charles,

I live in Montreal and I’ve been avoiding the downtown core for the last few weeks because of these student protests. They are out of control. They’ve blocked bridges, set off smoke bombs, thrown garbage and rocks at people, and last night, my fiancée got caught in the middle of a few hundred police officers and about 6,000 angry students.

This whole thing makes me so angry, because these protesters claim to be speaking for all students, but they’re not. They’re stopping real students from actually succeeding. My 19-year-old cousin spent a month studying for her final exams, but these idiots chained the doors shut to her school. She couldn’t get in the building to write her test. So she decided to go in through a different entrance, but protesters were standing there, blocking the way. The real students who actually WANTED to write their final exams became furious, so they all went over to Tim Horton’s, bought a bunch of coffee and started pouring it on the protesters. Obviously, this led to a massive fist fight. Great way to end the school year.

And, then my other 23-year-old cousin told me that her teacher decided to cancel her final exam. He was worried the protesters would get in the way. She was furious, because she had been studying for months, and this was her last university course before graduation.

And, on top of all of this, the protesters had the guts to disrupt her class, and beg the students to vote for the cancelation of all final exams, because they had missed too many classes and didn’t want to fail the semester. Give me a break.

I am truly embarrassed by all of this, but Charles I want you to know that our entire city is against them. In fact, I’m starting to think that most of these protesters are not even students, they’re just hooligans who get excited by this type of social unrest.

This has to stop. Now.

ST

 

 

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Khadr's Coming

 

Smith stares down global-warming cultists

By Charles Adler, QMI Agency

Thursday, April 19, 2012 

 

Shocking revelations have come to light about Alberta’s Wildrose party.

Leader Danielle Smith has solidified her views on the theory of global warming: “The science isn’t settled and we need to continue to monitor the debate. In the meantime, we need to support consumers in making the transition to cleaner fuels.”

“The science isn’t settled.” That’s it. Pretty ho-hum if you ask me, nothing earth-shattering. A legitimate statement of the situation.

Because, despite what the global-warming cultists would have you believe, the debate isn’t done — not by a long shot. And the breathless mainstream media has jumped all over Danielle Smith like she was a heretic confessing before an inquisition.

From the Calgary Herald: “Danielle Smith has doubts about climate change.”

From the Edmonton Journal: “Wildrose’s Smith not convinced climate change is real.”

From the Toronto Star: “Alberta election: Scientist muses whether Alberta Wildrose leader believes in flat Earth.”

The sky is falling! Is she really out of step with public opinion? Or is this another manufactured scandal by the mainstream media party?

Polls confirm that nearly half of Canadians DO NOT believe in man-made global warming, and support for that notion is decreasing rapidly. Contrarian data is starting to get the attention it deserves. Here are some examples of news over the past week that people should be absorbing to make an informed decision for themselves.

•  Rebellion at NASA against Global warming. Forty-nine highly respected former NASA astronauts, engineers and scientists are fighting back against efforts by top executives to use the federal agency to promote global warming alarmism. Their joint letter warns that NASA’s “green” position is endangering the “reputation of science itself.”
• A new study finds that the “Medieval Warm Period” 1,000 years ago wasn’t just confined to Europe but extended all the way down to Antarctica. Plenty of castles but no cars back then. That period was followed by what’s known as the “mini ice age.” Two natural processes. Because guess what? The Earth warms and cools in cycles by itself.
• Data confirms the global-warming trend has peaked and has even been starting to decline over the past decade.

Why aren’t these headlines penetrating the craniums of mainstream media? What do you think are the consequences of that global-warming group-think? What would happen if people like Danielle Smith went the easy route like so many others and blindly joined the warmist flock?

The enviro-zealots want to shut down the oilsands completely. The NDP wants to severely curtail oilsands development with crippling penalties, all based on a global warming debate that’s far from done.

It’s time to remind people of some very important facts.

Oilsands production and development activities could generate up to $444 billion in taxes and royalty revenue for Canadian governments over the next 25 years. All of Canada will benefit from the sands, even “have-not” Ontario.

Toronto elites should do a latte cheer to the oilsands. Canadian crude is contributing $63 billion and 65,000 new jobs.

Regardless of what you think of global warming, oilsands emissions make no difference. Canada produces 2% of all emissions, with our oilsands contributing only about 0.2% of global CO2. We could cripple our economy tomorrow, shut down the oilsands completely, our country could take itself back to the Dark Ages and it just wouldn’t matter. Yet the global-warming alarmists treat the people who question their stupid demands like heretics.

If anything, all this hoopla over Danielle Smith’s views on global warming confirms her courage. By facing down the criticism of the converted. For daring to say what she believes and echoing what many people think.

This isn’t just an Alberta election story. It’s an environmental story that has national implications.

It’s time more prominent Canadians contributed to a debate that’s far from done to protect our future prosperity.

It’s Canadian common sense.

Bye-Bye Menzoid

By Menzoid

(This essay was inspired by Mike “Flathead” Blanchard. The Menzoid is still alive and well.)

 

The Menzoid passed away today in a horrific massage parlour accident; he was predeceased by his beloved hockey team, the Toronto Maple Leafs.

He leaves behind two Junior Menzoids and the lovely Lady Menzoid, whom he met in the confines of a hot tub at a now-defunct fitness club. While the bikini-clad Lady Menzoid did not appreciate The Menzoid’s hot tub humour due to so many jokes ending with the same punch-line (“Periscope Up!”), she nevertheless agreed to date him thanks to his uncanny ability to name all the songs in the Tears for Fears discography.

While Lady Menzoid will surely miss her beau, she will undoubtedly NOT miss The Menzoid’s all too frequent impersonations of the robot Twiki from the cosmically horrid ‘70s series, Buck Rogers in the 25^th Century. To wit: “Bee-dee bee-dee bee-dee bee-dee bee-dee... what’s for dinner, Lady Menzoid? Bee-dee bee-dee bee-dee...” The Menzoid, however, will be remembered for taking great perverse pleasure in observing Lady Menzoid’s lower lip quiver prior to throwing a porcelain plate at his head due to the Twiki recitals

The Menzoid will also be remembers as a jovial fellow, always smiling and chuckling – which, alas, many observers reckoned was due to a head injury suffered in childhood.

The Menzoid made many astonishing claims over the years –some of which proved to be true. For example, he did in fact ride a ferocious bull for two and a half seconds at the Smoky Lake Rodeo in Alberta in 1985 and he did indeed end up in the Smoky Lake hospital after the bull proceeded to gore The Menzoid like a piece of pork souvlaki shish kabob at a Greek restaurant on The Danforth.

Other claims by The Menzoid proved false upon investigation, however. For example, his claim that he had invented the semi-colon proved absolutely groundless. Meanwhile, other claims of bravado proved semi-true: For example, The Menzoid was adamant that he was the first-round draft pick for the L.A. Kings in 1980. As it turns out, The Menzoid was indeed drafted by the Lawrence Avenue Kings of the Ledbury Hockey Association, not the Los Angeles Kings of the National Hockey League.

As a child of the ‘60s, The Menzoid became fanatically obsessed with the NASA space program. At one point, The Menzoid, who was seldom seen without his Billy Blast-Off pyjamas, transformed his bed into a scale-model version of the Apollo 11 lunar landing capsule. The Menzoid slept in his lunar capsule bed until he was 37.

He did experience setbacks in life. In high school he sold his comic book collection to buy a used Chevy Camaro. The ostensible reason of acquiring the muscle car was to snag a date; alas, the Chevrolet failed to do so. Had he held on to those comics for another two decades, The Menzoid could’ve bought a new Ferrari off the lot.

The Menzoid loved Maynard’s Wine Gums, even though he deplored the Nanny State warning on the package: “Contains No Wine.”

The Menzoid also loved bearskin rugs, red meat, Russ Meyer movies, guns, V8 engines, the scent of magic markers and anything else that would piss off PETA and Greenpeace knobs.

The Menzoid took enormous pride in celebrating Dominion Day. Every July 1^st, he would throw a bash at Casa Menzoid, although he would forcibly remove any Trudeaupian twit who dared referred to the event as a “Canada Day” party.

The Menzoid will miss cycling without a helmet – which he undertook to experience the wind flowing through his naturally curly auburn hair. The fact that riding helmetless also surely enraged Premier Dad made it all the more sweet.

Known for his writing prowess, The Menzoid was, alas, a terrible businessman. An idea to launch a nationwide franchise of all-you-can-eat bean burrito restaurants tanked, as did an earlier idea to open up a chains of 24-hour wicker furniture outlets.

His biggest break came when The Boss of Talk asked The Menzoid to be a regular contributor to his coast-to-coast electric radio show. While The Menzoid told anyone who would listen that he had aced the audition at Corus, the real reason for the plum gig was due to The Menzoid saving Charles Adler’s life in ‘Nam.

Pet peeves of The Menzoid included traffic circles that were festooned with stop signs; people in Tim Horton lines that would fail to make up their minds; Vernor’s soda; and just about every incarnation of the Vancouver Canucks sweater.

As per his deathbed request, The Menzoid will be cremated while entombed within his 1993 Brittany Blue-Green Metallic Honda Prelude which he lovingly called “Precious” (except when the coupe failed to turn over – at which point, The Menzoid called it a certain word that rhymes with “witch.”) As The Menzoid’s corpse is incinerated, it is The Menzoid’s fondest hope that his filthy, CO2-infused ashes will leave a thick carbon footprint upon the residences of David Suzuki and Al Gore.

For those visiting the cemetery to pay their respects, The Menzoid’s tombstone will be marked with but two words: “You’re welcome.”

The Hockey Handshake

By David Menzies

Beyond hockey’s inherent excitement and sheer speed; beyond its matchless grace and awe-inducing physicality, there’s another cherished element to the best game you can name: the quiet chivalry of the post-series handshake.

Indeed, when that final game has been played and a team is eliminated from the playoffs or a championship tilt, there is an understated beauty that unfolds when former combatants line up opposite one and other while extending their hands and saying, “Nice game.”

The post-series handshake is something you don’t see in most other team sports; the losing players on baseball, basketball, and football teams typically make a beeline for the dressing room once the final whistle sounds.

And that’s too bad. For when the victors shake hands with the vanquished out on the ice, what results is an act of good sportsmanship that is nothing short of endearing. Whereas mere minutes ago those very same players were virtually smearing one and other into the boards in pursuit of the puck, when that final buzzer sounds and a champion is declared, an armistice kicks in and hostilities immediately cease. At this point, there’s no more body checking or fisticuffs or swearing. Rather, there’s just a respectful realization that the game ended magnificently for one squad and, well, not-so-jolly for the other.

Even so, there’s no shame in honest failure. Which is the very reason the losing players line up to shake hands with the victors in the first place.

Alas, what I witnessed at the conclusion of a local league hockey championship in Thornton, Ontario recently made a mockery of hockey’s ultimate act of chivalry. I hope I never see it again. 

The details: a Bantam Championship Final was contested between the Thornton Tigers and the Oak Ridges Kings. The Tigers won the game 2-1, and with the victory, captured the best-off-five series. Full disclosure: my son, Adam, plays for Oak Ridges.

The game itself was a penalty-filled affair. Indeed, a Kings’ player had to be taken to hospital after the game upon suffering a concussion – he had been brutally crosschecked from behind into the boards after the game’s final buzzer sounded.

I could devote an entire column to the multiple cheap shots and a referee so incompetent he made ex-NHL official Kerry Fraser resemble the second coming of Red Storey. But I shan’t go there.

Instead, I’ll reflect upon the desecration that was inflicted upon the sacred post-game handshake. Here’s what happened: the players on both teams lined up and for the most part, the time-honoured ritual unfolded just as you’d expect.

But, sadly, some of the triumphant Tigers broke the code. They refused to shake hands. And as they slowly skated down the lineup of opposing players, instead of uttering positive parting words, they spewed vulgarities: “Loser. Faggot. Retard.”

Nice.

Disturbingly, Thornton’s coaching staff turned a collective blind eye to the antics. And even more disturbing, many of the Thornton parents in the stands seemingly approved of their sons’ behaviour.

Dirty tactics aside, witnessing the sanctity of hockey’s post-game handshake being violated to such a degree made for a sad spectacle indeed.

Not that such a thing is unprecedented. Billy Smith, the combative netminder who backstopped the New York Islanders to four straight Stanley Cups in the early ‘80s never shook hands with opposing players. But as much as Smith was a bona fide “money goaltender”, he’ll forever be a zero rather than a hero in my book for his despicable post-series behavior.

Bottom line, there’s something even more important than losing with dignity: namely, winning with humility.

On the ice, the Thornton Tigers are champs. That’s irrefutable. But when it comes to the bigger picture, those players who decided to trash talk rather than shake hands disgraced not only themselves. They disgraced a cherished element of the game itself.

How very sad.

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