Before we point fingures south of the border so quickly.
I used to be in infantry training in the Canadian army(dad pushed me into it to some degree), and you should have met some of the recruits and others on base! One man's dream was to join the Freemen some day so he could train them (I'm not kidding!) another had a tattoo of a neo-azi flag with the word 'skinhead' tattood on his neck and and also on his nuckles. And on his other arm was a tattoo of a british faschist with a Union Jack. And the names to describe people? Wow, 'long haired greacy sivvy' was among the more polite ones. The rest were racist slurs for every race immaginable. And then another one being a collector of nazi-era paraphernalia. OK, he could argue it's just for historical interest, but in such an environment, it's only natural that I'd have my doubts. Oh, sorry, I forgot about the Jews. 'Jew' was also a term of offence, immagine that! And none of these guys had ever seen combat yet! Oh, yes, and then we had the chant one day with the instructer yelling out to us as we were jogging, 'What's the spirit of the bayonet?' To which we'd all answer 'Kill! Kill! Kill!. And that's your blue berrets for you, being sent across the world to keep the peace! But man, when we were in civvy land, they were all so prim and proper, watched their vocabulary so well (it took me over a month out of the military to clean up my language!), covered their tattoos so beautifully, and it was just the perfect PR scene, so PC and all it would make you feel all fuzzy inside! Not to mention the promiscuity alcohol consumption of these men, also pushed by peer pressure, very group orieted bunch to say the least . Wow, don't let your daughter get near them!
So while I can praise Canada on many fronts, this is certainly ot one of them. Sorry to break this one to you , folks.
I used to be in infantry training in the Canadian army(dad pushed me into it to some degree), and you should have met some of the recruits and others on base! One man's dream was to join the Freemen some day so he could train them (I'm not kidding!) another had a tattoo of a neo-azi flag with the word 'skinhead' tattood on his neck and and also on his nuckles. And on his other arm was a tattoo of a british faschist with a Union Jack. And the names to describe people? Wow, 'long haired greacy sivvy' was among the more polite ones. The rest were racist slurs for every race immaginable. And then another one being a collector of nazi-era paraphernalia. OK, he could argue it's just for historical interest, but in such an environment, it's only natural that I'd have my doubts. Oh, sorry, I forgot about the Jews. 'Jew' was also a term of offence, immagine that! And none of these guys had ever seen combat yet! Oh, yes, and then we had the chant one day with the instructer yelling out to us as we were jogging, 'What's the spirit of the bayonet?' To which we'd all answer 'Kill! Kill! Kill!. And that's your blue berrets for you, being sent across the world to keep the peace! But man, when we were in civvy land, they were all so prim and proper, watched their vocabulary so well (it took me over a month out of the military to clean up my language!), covered their tattoos so beautifully, and it was just the perfect PR scene, so PC and all it would make you feel all fuzzy inside! Not to mention the promiscuity alcohol consumption of these men, also pushed by peer pressure, very group orieted bunch to say the least . Wow, don't let your daughter get near them!
So while I can praise Canada on many fronts, this is certainly ot one of them. Sorry to break this one to you , folks.