Oh I want to nominate Gerry! But that just cuz I have a sense of adventure.
Be like pouring a gallon of Drano down the sink!
Did I say that?
You and Cannuck might make a good team!
The shootings in Ottawa won't change this country
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Be like pouring a gallon of Drano down the sink!
Did I say that?
You and Cannuck might make a good team!
http://www.blazingcatfur.ca/2014/10...da-actually-terrorism-liberals-dont-think-so/
Justin Trudeau is SUCH a moron.
Justin Trudeau is SUCH a moron.
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Moncton residents reflect after Ottawa shooting
MONCTON, N.B. – Moncton residents say what happened in Ottawa has been a disturbing reminder of the Moncton shootings in June.
Moncton resident Joanne Murray was in Ottawa on business when her meeting room got word that a soldier had been shot near Parliament Hill.
“Within minutes, you could see the room people doing the same thing, sharing phones and gasps and so on,” she said. “It was pretty surreal to look and see that unfold in front of you.”
Murray was one of many Moncton residents caught in a 30-hour lockdown in June.
RCMP locked down a large part of the city’s north end while they searched for a shooter who wounded two officers and killed three others.
She said the experiences have left her shaken.
“Is this something everybody’s going to experience?” she asked. “I’m not sure that sits very well with me and I’m not comfortable with that.”
Diane Martin was also caught in Moncton’s lockdown zone.
She said when she heard about the Ottawa shootings, her thoughts went to her daughter.
“My first thought was ‘Oh my goodness, my daughter lives in Ottawa,'” she said, noting her daughter was also caught in that city’s lockdown area.
Outside Moncton City Hall, flags fly at half mast to honour the soldier killed in the shooting.
For many, it’s a grim reminder that what happened in the nation’s capitol resonates with Moncton residents.
“I had some flashbacks of when we had the lockdown in Moncton,” said Sophie Mallet. “So it was really sad to see that once again something like that happens.”
Moncton residents reflect after Ottawa shooting - New Brunswick | Globalnews.ca
MONCTON, N.B. – Moncton residents say what happened in Ottawa has been a disturbing reminder of the Moncton shootings in June.
Moncton resident Joanne Murray was in Ottawa on business when her meeting room got word that a soldier had been shot near Parliament Hill.
“Within minutes, you could see the room people doing the same thing, sharing phones and gasps and so on,” she said. “It was pretty surreal to look and see that unfold in front of you.”
Murray was one of many Moncton residents caught in a 30-hour lockdown in June.
RCMP locked down a large part of the city’s north end while they searched for a shooter who wounded two officers and killed three others.
She said the experiences have left her shaken.
“Is this something everybody’s going to experience?” she asked. “I’m not sure that sits very well with me and I’m not comfortable with that.”
Diane Martin was also caught in Moncton’s lockdown zone.
She said when she heard about the Ottawa shootings, her thoughts went to her daughter.
“My first thought was ‘Oh my goodness, my daughter lives in Ottawa,'” she said, noting her daughter was also caught in that city’s lockdown area.
Outside Moncton City Hall, flags fly at half mast to honour the soldier killed in the shooting.
For many, it’s a grim reminder that what happened in the nation’s capitol resonates with Moncton residents.
“I had some flashbacks of when we had the lockdown in Moncton,” said Sophie Mallet. “So it was really sad to see that once again something like that happens.”
Moncton residents reflect after Ottawa shooting - New Brunswick | Globalnews.ca
Good. Going to walk the grounds again Monday. I was worried that might not happen for awhile.
this guy:
Charles Adler @charlesadler
Pretending not to see what we do see, doesn't make us #Canadian It makes us spineless & defenceless. It emboldens the #LoneWolf
Charles Adler @charlesadler Pretending not to see what we do see, doesn't make us #Canadian It makes us spineless & defenceless. It emboldens the #LoneWolf
This is the weekend, wait till Monday, there will be a lot of nervous people there.
Government reassures Muslim Canadians they will not be treated like Aboriginals
Saturday, 25 October 2014 13:06 Written by Staff
TORONTO - In the wake of two terrorist attacks within one week, Prime Minister Stephen Harper has reassured the Muslim community that the government will not take away their rights as they have done to Canada’s indigenous community.
“Let me be clear,” Harper stated at a press conference in Toronto, “These were acts committed by individuals that do not represent Islam and therefore we should not punish the entire community like we do with Aboriginals.”
more: http://www.thebeaverton.com/nationa...ans-they-will-not-be-treated-like-aboriginals
Saturday, 25 October 2014 13:06 Written by Staff
TORONTO - In the wake of two terrorist attacks within one week, Prime Minister Stephen Harper has reassured the Muslim community that the government will not take away their rights as they have done to Canada’s indigenous community.
“Let me be clear,” Harper stated at a press conference in Toronto, “These were acts committed by individuals that do not represent Islam and therefore we should not punish the entire community like we do with Aboriginals.”
more: http://www.thebeaverton.com/nationa...ans-they-will-not-be-treated-like-aboriginals
SLE @evansfsc Canada’s National Post: “It’s been a tough week for Canadian Muslims”
http://www.jihadwatch.org/2014/10/canadas-national-post-its-been-a-tough-week-for-canadian-muslims …
October 25, 2014
In the shadow of a young corporal's death, Canada's greatness shines through
By Rex Murphy
Great men and women are still with us. And they carry the same mien as the great men and women of yesterday
Out of this dark week there has come very much that is good. And I am not just pointing to the very welcome spirit of concord the three political parties have, up to now, manifested in the Commons and outside. Nor the address of our three main political leaders, though again, their talks both in tone and content offered much to be regarded.
Rather I am thinking of the unofficial moments, captured on video or in photographs, showing people acting so well, in moments of great distress or at some levels of real peril to themselves. Even after three days, the very early scene of passersby, earnestly trying to care for Corporal Nathan Cirillo - this was but mere instants after his being shot - shimmers in the mind.
Everyone has seen that image, the huddle of people bent over him, and, as we have learned from news stories, even to his last breath assuring him that "he was loved." It was very much the parable of the Good Samaritan in real and present time, only in Ottawa Wednesday morning, it wasn't one Samaritan. There were at least four.
Such loving attention, at a time when the scene was still in chaos and it was unknown how many shooters there might be, said so much more than the thousands of words we have heard. Even in the shadow of the young corporal's death, it is not too much to say that this was a very gratifying moment - a tragic moment, but one worth honouring. All Canadians immediately recognized the actions of the corporal's final companions as an example of how people should act at such a time, how we would wish to have acted. And how, heaven forbid, we may wish to be treated if it was us laying on that sacred ground, breathing our last breaths.
We are, in part, very much the people we choose to admire, and our national character can, in some measure, be limned by the actions we choose to esteem. Our age, hag-ridden by the tinsel fame of hollow celebrity, calls for the counterbalance of real worth and real achievement being given deeper regard, of holding up those who neither have fame nor are seeking it, acting in casual nobility and with real care.
Canadians light on special people from everyday life who act with selflessness, or associate themselves with issues of genuine need, and place them in a kind of unofficial pantheon. They are our moral heroes. The most vivid example is perhaps that of Terry Fox, who Canadians still hold fresh and high in their regard even 30 years after his magnificent odyssey in rain, snow and glorious sunlight across the country. The country took to him, not only because of his mighty endurance at the very crest of his illness - which was a blazon all its own - but just as much so because of the utter selflessness with which he spent his last days.
I see very much of the same thing in how swiftly and intensely the modest and unassuming person of Sergeant-at-Arms Kevin Vickers has found immediate home in the hearts and minds of everyone across the country. Of his pure bravery, most of us stand in awe. Bravery, or courage, as was said of old, is the cardinal virtue, as without it none of the other virtues can or will be be exercised.
Canadians took to Kevin Vickers, however, for reasons beyond even his courage. It was so much his manner. Here is a man to whom duty - a word I feel sometimes has slipped out of the vocabulary of our glib days - was as his life. His self-possession in the heat of an absolutely sudden crisis, his instantaneous response in a time of danger, and his visible awkwardness the next day when he was showered by the thunder of applause and tribute, left us gaping with admiration and affection.
We are always wondering if the days of sacrifice and full generosity are behind us. Every generation sees the one previous as somehow more stern and stoic, less caught by the trivia of position or wealth or power, than our own. We yearn for purpose and examples of those who live by codes of honour and duty. But, as we have seen, great men and women, in the sense of great I am underlining here, are still with us. And they carry the same mien, speak in the same un-self-regarding accents, as the men and women of yesterday.
I think of Captain Sullenberger, who landed an Airbus loaded with passengers on the flowing waters of the Hudson River.
Of how even after that unbelievable, harrowing descent and landing, he was reported as going through the cabin of the plane making sure everyone had gotten safely off, before he left the jet. He was another of those quiet, unassuming gentlemen who so quietly perform with a self-possession that takes our breath away, and who is almost surprised - and certainly uncomfortable - when half the world takes him in their hearts as special.
Our man Vickers is such a fellow, a gentleman, a man of duty. He makes us proud as Canadians that he is one of ours.
And that is a good thing for this country, for we are all, in part, who we choose to admire.
It was a dark week, but one too that had more than its share of special light
Then, of course, there are the two soldiers, Cpl. Cirillo and Warrant Officer Patrice Vincent, who was murdered in Quebec on Monday. Among our military their deaths have of course had special impact. And Canadians hold their military in a very special place. They are the institution we have chosen to admire. Cpl. Cirillo's death, because of the whole drama of the day, and most particularly because of the symbolism of his place at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, has been the larger story. His youth, vitality and friendliness - which we see so vibrantly in the many online, newspaper and broadcast pictures of him - summoned the deepest response from all the country. One picture alone of his forlorn dogs, vainly awaiting his return, had more pathos than a thousand pages of Dickens. Cpl. Cirillo is now another enrolee in this country's unofficial pantheon, the gallery of those very special individuals, we have chosen to stand as representatives of what, in an ideal world, we would all choose to be.
To the most enduring question of ours - what does it mean to be Canadian? - the passersby who tended the soldier, the Sergeant-at-Arms, the young solider at the tomb, and WO Vincent, the career military man going about his business in the uniform he earned the right to wear, gives us the answer we need.
It was a dark week, but one too that had more than its share of special light. We will remember our fallen, and the light that they shone.
Rex Murphy: InÂ*the shadow of a young corporal’s death, Canada’s greatness shines through | National Post
In the shadow of a young corporal's death, Canada's greatness shines through
By Rex Murphy
Great men and women are still with us. And they carry the same mien as the great men and women of yesterday
Out of this dark week there has come very much that is good. And I am not just pointing to the very welcome spirit of concord the three political parties have, up to now, manifested in the Commons and outside. Nor the address of our three main political leaders, though again, their talks both in tone and content offered much to be regarded.
Rather I am thinking of the unofficial moments, captured on video or in photographs, showing people acting so well, in moments of great distress or at some levels of real peril to themselves. Even after three days, the very early scene of passersby, earnestly trying to care for Corporal Nathan Cirillo - this was but mere instants after his being shot - shimmers in the mind.
Everyone has seen that image, the huddle of people bent over him, and, as we have learned from news stories, even to his last breath assuring him that "he was loved." It was very much the parable of the Good Samaritan in real and present time, only in Ottawa Wednesday morning, it wasn't one Samaritan. There were at least four.
Such loving attention, at a time when the scene was still in chaos and it was unknown how many shooters there might be, said so much more than the thousands of words we have heard. Even in the shadow of the young corporal's death, it is not too much to say that this was a very gratifying moment - a tragic moment, but one worth honouring. All Canadians immediately recognized the actions of the corporal's final companions as an example of how people should act at such a time, how we would wish to have acted. And how, heaven forbid, we may wish to be treated if it was us laying on that sacred ground, breathing our last breaths.
We are, in part, very much the people we choose to admire, and our national character can, in some measure, be limned by the actions we choose to esteem. Our age, hag-ridden by the tinsel fame of hollow celebrity, calls for the counterbalance of real worth and real achievement being given deeper regard, of holding up those who neither have fame nor are seeking it, acting in casual nobility and with real care.
Canadians light on special people from everyday life who act with selflessness, or associate themselves with issues of genuine need, and place them in a kind of unofficial pantheon. They are our moral heroes. The most vivid example is perhaps that of Terry Fox, who Canadians still hold fresh and high in their regard even 30 years after his magnificent odyssey in rain, snow and glorious sunlight across the country. The country took to him, not only because of his mighty endurance at the very crest of his illness - which was a blazon all its own - but just as much so because of the utter selflessness with which he spent his last days.
I see very much of the same thing in how swiftly and intensely the modest and unassuming person of Sergeant-at-Arms Kevin Vickers has found immediate home in the hearts and minds of everyone across the country. Of his pure bravery, most of us stand in awe. Bravery, or courage, as was said of old, is the cardinal virtue, as without it none of the other virtues can or will be be exercised.
Canadians took to Kevin Vickers, however, for reasons beyond even his courage. It was so much his manner. Here is a man to whom duty - a word I feel sometimes has slipped out of the vocabulary of our glib days - was as his life. His self-possession in the heat of an absolutely sudden crisis, his instantaneous response in a time of danger, and his visible awkwardness the next day when he was showered by the thunder of applause and tribute, left us gaping with admiration and affection.
We are always wondering if the days of sacrifice and full generosity are behind us. Every generation sees the one previous as somehow more stern and stoic, less caught by the trivia of position or wealth or power, than our own. We yearn for purpose and examples of those who live by codes of honour and duty. But, as we have seen, great men and women, in the sense of great I am underlining here, are still with us. And they carry the same mien, speak in the same un-self-regarding accents, as the men and women of yesterday.
I think of Captain Sullenberger, who landed an Airbus loaded with passengers on the flowing waters of the Hudson River.
Of how even after that unbelievable, harrowing descent and landing, he was reported as going through the cabin of the plane making sure everyone had gotten safely off, before he left the jet. He was another of those quiet, unassuming gentlemen who so quietly perform with a self-possession that takes our breath away, and who is almost surprised - and certainly uncomfortable - when half the world takes him in their hearts as special.
Our man Vickers is such a fellow, a gentleman, a man of duty. He makes us proud as Canadians that he is one of ours.
And that is a good thing for this country, for we are all, in part, who we choose to admire.
It was a dark week, but one too that had more than its share of special light
Then, of course, there are the two soldiers, Cpl. Cirillo and Warrant Officer Patrice Vincent, who was murdered in Quebec on Monday. Among our military their deaths have of course had special impact. And Canadians hold their military in a very special place. They are the institution we have chosen to admire. Cpl. Cirillo's death, because of the whole drama of the day, and most particularly because of the symbolism of his place at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, has been the larger story. His youth, vitality and friendliness - which we see so vibrantly in the many online, newspaper and broadcast pictures of him - summoned the deepest response from all the country. One picture alone of his forlorn dogs, vainly awaiting his return, had more pathos than a thousand pages of Dickens. Cpl. Cirillo is now another enrolee in this country's unofficial pantheon, the gallery of those very special individuals, we have chosen to stand as representatives of what, in an ideal world, we would all choose to be.
To the most enduring question of ours - what does it mean to be Canadian? - the passersby who tended the soldier, the Sergeant-at-Arms, the young solider at the tomb, and WO Vincent, the career military man going about his business in the uniform he earned the right to wear, gives us the answer we need.
It was a dark week, but one too that had more than its share of special light. We will remember our fallen, and the light that they shone.
Rex Murphy: InÂ*the shadow of a young corporal’s death, Canada’s greatness shines through | National Post
Another inspiring account from Eric Grenier at 308:
The National War Memorial in downtown Ottawa is a bit of a focal point of the city, marking the intersection between Wellington, Rideau, and Elgin streets. Around the plaza you can find the trappings of Official Ottawa like the Langevin Block and the British High Commission, but also the things that make Ottawa a great city in which to live or to visit, such as the historic Château Laurier, the National Arts Centre, or D'Arcy McGee's, one of Ottawa's many (many) pubs.
On most days, the open space around the War Memorial is full of pedestrians going about their days. For the last seven years, the War Memorial has also been stoically and silently guarded by members of Canada's armed forces, who have been popular photo subjects for the many tourists from throughout Canada and the world who visit the capital.
Yesterday, that peaceful heart of the city, where the unidentified remains of a Canadian soldier who fought and died in the First World War are buried, was the scene of a horrific crime committed by a coward who deserves to be forgotten.
My thoughts this morning are with the family of Corporal Nathan Cirillo's family and friends. This young man tragically lost his life performing a duty symbolizing the respect Canadians have for the sacrifices of those who fought to defend this country. He was ceremoniously carrying a rifle that could not fire. He was defenseless.
My thoughts are also with the security forces on Parliament Hill who bravely ran towards the sound of gunfire and prevented what could have been a tragedy of even larger proportions.
I've lived in Ottawa for several years now, and have lived the vast majority of my life within a short distance of the capital. The War Memorial is less than a 10 minute drive or 40 minute walk from my home where I am writing this morning. I pass by it regularly and in the last month I've twice walked the halls of Parliament where the final shots were fired yesterday. Throughout the day, I could hear sounds of sirens.
Contrary to some opinion, as a resident of Ottawa I don't wake up this morning terrified, scared, or even angry. This city remains one of the safest in the world - nothing can be done to prevent the actions of a lone monster. We are fortunate to live in a country like ours, where someone like me can make a living writing about something, in the grand scheme of things, as inconsequential as polls. Unlike in other parts of the world, I can write about a poll that casts the government in a negative light without fear of being arrested or abused because we live in a free, democratic society.
I am saddened, however, and reminded of the enormous gratitude I have for the men and women of our armed forces.
My grandfather served in the Canadian Army during the Second World War and made a career for himself in the Royal Canadian Air Force after the conflict ended. He passed away last year and was buried in Ottawa's Beechwood Cemetery beside other former members of Canada's armed forces.
During the funeral, I was moved by the respect my grandfather was shown by an honour guard formed of members of the army and air force. By the time of his death, he had not served for decades but he was treated as solemnly and respectfully as a soldier who had lost his life on the battlefield.
While the ceremony itself was something I'll never forget, what sticks in my mind when I think of that day is what I saw after the service was over. As we were leaving the cemetery, I noticed a woman in uniform waiting at a bus stop. She had been one of the members of the honour guard. She had donned her pristine uniform and rode the bus to the cemetery to pay respect to a man she had never met and who had likely retired from the air force before she had even been born. She probably spent more time in transit than she had at the service itself.
It was a small sacrifice on her part, of course, but emblematic of the respect our men and women in uniform show for those who came before them and the sacrifices they were willing - or had - to make. Men like Corporal Nathan Cirillo, who died guarding the tomb of a soldier who lost his own life almost a century before in the service of his country. That, and not any feeling of being terrorized, is what I am thinking about today. And I am not alone.
ThreeHundredEight.com
The National War Memorial in downtown Ottawa is a bit of a focal point of the city, marking the intersection between Wellington, Rideau, and Elgin streets. Around the plaza you can find the trappings of Official Ottawa like the Langevin Block and the British High Commission, but also the things that make Ottawa a great city in which to live or to visit, such as the historic Château Laurier, the National Arts Centre, or D'Arcy McGee's, one of Ottawa's many (many) pubs.
On most days, the open space around the War Memorial is full of pedestrians going about their days. For the last seven years, the War Memorial has also been stoically and silently guarded by members of Canada's armed forces, who have been popular photo subjects for the many tourists from throughout Canada and the world who visit the capital.
Yesterday, that peaceful heart of the city, where the unidentified remains of a Canadian soldier who fought and died in the First World War are buried, was the scene of a horrific crime committed by a coward who deserves to be forgotten.
My thoughts this morning are with the family of Corporal Nathan Cirillo's family and friends. This young man tragically lost his life performing a duty symbolizing the respect Canadians have for the sacrifices of those who fought to defend this country. He was ceremoniously carrying a rifle that could not fire. He was defenseless.
My thoughts are also with the security forces on Parliament Hill who bravely ran towards the sound of gunfire and prevented what could have been a tragedy of even larger proportions.
I've lived in Ottawa for several years now, and have lived the vast majority of my life within a short distance of the capital. The War Memorial is less than a 10 minute drive or 40 minute walk from my home where I am writing this morning. I pass by it regularly and in the last month I've twice walked the halls of Parliament where the final shots were fired yesterday. Throughout the day, I could hear sounds of sirens.
Contrary to some opinion, as a resident of Ottawa I don't wake up this morning terrified, scared, or even angry. This city remains one of the safest in the world - nothing can be done to prevent the actions of a lone monster. We are fortunate to live in a country like ours, where someone like me can make a living writing about something, in the grand scheme of things, as inconsequential as polls. Unlike in other parts of the world, I can write about a poll that casts the government in a negative light without fear of being arrested or abused because we live in a free, democratic society.
I am saddened, however, and reminded of the enormous gratitude I have for the men and women of our armed forces.
My grandfather served in the Canadian Army during the Second World War and made a career for himself in the Royal Canadian Air Force after the conflict ended. He passed away last year and was buried in Ottawa's Beechwood Cemetery beside other former members of Canada's armed forces.
During the funeral, I was moved by the respect my grandfather was shown by an honour guard formed of members of the army and air force. By the time of his death, he had not served for decades but he was treated as solemnly and respectfully as a soldier who had lost his life on the battlefield.
While the ceremony itself was something I'll never forget, what sticks in my mind when I think of that day is what I saw after the service was over. As we were leaving the cemetery, I noticed a woman in uniform waiting at a bus stop. She had been one of the members of the honour guard. She had donned her pristine uniform and rode the bus to the cemetery to pay respect to a man she had never met and who had likely retired from the air force before she had even been born. She probably spent more time in transit than she had at the service itself.
It was a small sacrifice on her part, of course, but emblematic of the respect our men and women in uniform show for those who came before them and the sacrifices they were willing - or had - to make. Men like Corporal Nathan Cirillo, who died guarding the tomb of a soldier who lost his own life almost a century before in the service of his country. That, and not any feeling of being terrorized, is what I am thinking about today. And I am not alone.
ThreeHundredEight.com
this is astoundingly well written....so nice to see some true journalism with a message that expresses how so many of us feel but don't have the words to say it with this type of eloquence.
thanks Mowich
And that one too mentalfloss