Follow the law of the land, it has a purpose. Without due diligence, we are allowing what? or would we allow only "some" to bypass this default?
Should proof of marraige to a Canadian resident constitute a work permit?
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I don't know, does it? Please stay consistent with your stance. Is there a long bureaucratic process or is there not?
married folks bypassing a system that single folks are required just sounds like a bad idea, no?
No. Right now there is a whole bureaucratic process, often quite prejudiced to boot that gives an immigration officer much discretion based merely on what his gut tells him. If for example any person who could prove he's married to a Canadian could just apply for a SIN with Revenue Canada and start looking for work, and Revenue Canada just passed the information on to CIC to then begin to investigate any reason to remove the person from Canada, that would speed up the process somewhat. Besides, even if it did turn out that a person was a criminal, how does giving him the right to work hurt anyone? Once discovered, then action coudl still be taken agaisnt him. Plus, since it woudl merely be equal to a work visa, his partner would still have to sponsor him for permanent resident status.
And if you can't see the difference between a foreign national married to a Canadian citizen and just any random foreign national with no ties to Canada whatsoever, then I can't help you there.
The law of the land once allowed people to trade in slaves in Canada. Are you suggesting that laws should remain the same in perpetuity? If so, then what's the point of even having a Parliament? Then we might as well jsut treat our present laws like the Bible and have courts rule on them in perpetuity, no?
I don't know if it happens in each case, but often employers will ask for a criminal record check anyway, and we could always require CRA to check when a person applies for his SIN. He gets the SIN while CRA investigates. If he's a criminal, then we deal with it. But again, we're not talking about the spouse of a Canadian citizen.
This one by Rudyard Kipling has some historical interest too:
Poetry Lovers' Page - Rudyard Kipling: Loot
Rudyard Kipling
Loot
If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back, If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line,If you've ever crammed a gander in your bloomin' 'aversack, You will understand this little song o' mine.But the service rules are 'ard, an' from such we are debarred, For the same with English morals does not suit. (Cornet: Toot! toot!)W'y, they call a man a robber if 'e stuffs 'is marchin' clobber With the --(Chorus) Loo! loo! Lulu! lulu! Loo! loo! Loot! loot! loot! Ow the loot! Bloomin' loot! That's the thing to make the boys git up an' shoot! It's the same with dogs an' men, If you'd make 'em come again Clap 'em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! (ff) Whoopee! Tear 'im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot! If you've knocked a ****** edgeways when 'e's thrustin' for your life, You must leave 'im very careful where 'e fell;An' may thank your stars an' gaiters if you didn't feel 'is knife That you ain't told off to bury 'im as well.Then the sweatin' Tommies wonder as they spade the beggars under Why lootin' should be entered as a crime;So if my song you'll 'ear, I will learn you plain an' clear 'Ow to pay yourself for fightin' overtime.(Chorus) With the loot, . . . Now remember when you're 'acking round a gilded Burma god That 'is eyes is very often precious stones;An' if you treat a ****** to a dose o' cleanin'-rod 'E's like to show you everything 'e owns.When 'e won't prodooce no more, pour some water on the floor Where you 'ear it answer 'ollow to the boot (Cornet: Toot! toot!) --When the ground begins to sink, shove your baynick down the chink, An' you're sure to touch the --(Chorus) Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot! Ow the loot! . . . When from 'ouse to 'ouse you're 'unting, you must always work in pairs -- It 'alves the gain, but safer you will find --For a single man gets bottled on them twisty-wisty stairs, An' a woman comes and clobs 'im from be'ind.When you've turned 'em inside out, an' it seems beyond a doubt As if there weren't enough to dust a flute (Cornet: Toot! toot!) --Before you sling your 'ook, at the 'ousetops take a look, For it's underneath the tiles they 'ide the loot.(Chorus) Ow the loot! . . . You can mostly square a Sergint an' a Quartermaster too, If you only take the proper way to go;I could never keep my pickin's, but I've learned you all I knew -- An' don't you never say I told you so.An' now I'll bid good-bye, for I'm gettin' rather dry, An' I see another tunin' up to toot (Cornet: Toot! toot!) --So 'ere's good-luck to those that wears the Widow's clo'es, An' the Devil send 'em all they want o' loot!(Chorus) Yes, the loot, Bloomin' loot! In the tunic an' the mess-tin an' the boot! It's the same with dogs an' men, If you'd make 'em come again (fff) Whoop 'em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot! Heeya! Sick 'im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!
Poetry Lovers' Page - Rudyard Kipling: A Counting-Out Song
Rudyard Kipling
A Counting-Out Song
"An English School"
From "Land and Sea Tales" (1919-1923)What is the song the children sing,When doorway lilacs bloom in Spring,And the Schools are loosed, and the games are playedThat were deadly earnest when Earth was made?Hear them chattering, shrill and hard,After dinner-time, out in the yard,As the sides are chosen and all submitTo the chance of the lot that shall make them "It." (Singing) "Eenee, Meenee, Mainee, Mo! Catch a ****** by the toe! (If he hollers let him go! Eenee, Meenee. Mainee, Mo! You-are-It!"Eenee, Meenee, Mainee, and MoWere the First Big Four of the Long Ago,When the Pole of the Earth sloped thirty degrees,And Central Europe began to freeze,And they needed Ambassadors staunch and starkTo steady the Tribes in the gathering dark:But the frost was fierce and flesh was frail,So they launched a Magic that could not fail. (Singing) "Eenee, Meenee, Mainee, Mo! Hear the wolves across the snow! Some one has to kill 'em--so Eenee, Meenee, Mainee, Mo Make--you--It!"Slowly the Glacial Epoch passed,Central Europe thawed out at last;And, under the slush of the melting snowsThe first dim shapes of the Nations rose.Rome, Britannia, Belgium, Gaul--Flood and avalanche fathered them all;And the First Big Four, as they watched the mess,Pitied Man in his helplessness. (Singing) "Eenee, Meenee, Mainee, Mo! Trouble starts When Nations grow, Some one has to stop it--so Eenee, Meenee, Mainee, Mo! Make-you-It!"Thus it happened, but none can tellWhat was the Power behind the spell--Fear, or Duty, or Pride, or Faith--That sent men shuddering out to death--To cold and watching, and, worse than these,Work, more work, when they looked for ease--To the days discomfort, the nights despair,In the hope of a prize that they never could share, (Singing) "Eenee, Meenee, Mainee, Mo! Man is born to Toil and Woe. One will cure another--so Eenee, Meenee, Mainee, Mo Make--you--It!"Once and again, as the Ice went NorthThe grass crept up to the Firth of Forth.Once and again, as the Ice came SouthThe glaciers ground over Lossiemouth.But, grass or glacier, cold or hot,The men went out who would rather not,And fought with the Tiger, the Pig and the Ape,To hammer the world into decent shape. (Singing) "Eenee, Meenee, Mainee, Mo! What's the use of doing so? Ask the Gods, for we don't know; But Eenee, Meenee, Mainee, Mo Make-us-It!"Nothing is left of that terrible runeBut a tag of gibberish tacked to a tuneThat ends the waiting and settles the claimsOf children arguing over their games;For never yet has a boy been foundTo shirk his turn when the turn came round;Nor even a girl has been known to say"If you laugh at me I shan't play." For-- "Eenee, Meenee, Mainee, Mo, (Don't you let the grown-ups know! ) You may hate it ever so, But if you're chose you're bound to go, When Eenee, Meenee, Mainee, Mo Make-you-It!"
Sorry it blocked the word n!gger.
The difference is a 1 person tie to canada, that is hardly a good reason to supersede existing bureaucracy.
No doubt, if someone marries a foreigner, it holds a lot of meaning to himself and possibly his immediate family.
But for anyone else, it is worthless. The foreigner is the same person they were a day before the wedding. They deserve no special treatment. Suffer through to same buracracy or fix the buracracy. Sorry about the spelling.