Incredible, except not really.
Mark Steyn responds at length, since he seems to be the key target of her whining:
As for the unflattering descriptions of her commission, I was responsible for three of them: “human rights racket”; “a fetish club for servants of the Crown”; and “welcome to the wacky world of Canadian ‘human rights'”. I deeply resent Commissar Lynch lifting all my best lines without credit to perk up her turgid speech. I stand by all of them, and I see I’ve reprised the last up at the top. Must try to work the “fetish club” line in again.
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So we have the preposterous spectacle of a government commissar whining to a roomful of government apparatchiks that the citizenry are insufficiently deferential to them. Does Kathy Shaidle have a $25 million budget? Can Jay Currie impose a lifetime speech ban on the targets of his wrath, as the Government of Alberta did to Rev Boissoin? Yet here we have, in effect, the Government of the Dominion of Canada complaining that Blazing Cat Fur is being mean to it.
PLUS: according to Ezra Levant, Lynch has refused to attend hearings about the Human Rights Commissions. He writes:
Princess Lynch is above answering questions — it’s so dirty. It’s for the little people. (…) She should be subpoenaed, and arrested for contempt of Parliament if she refuses.
Ezra has an op-ed in today’s National Post:
Pesky civil rights — like the right to speak the truth — are a big reason why police don’t have a 100% hate speech conviction rate like the CHRC does. So in its new report, the CHRC suggests that the defence of truth be removed from the Criminal Code.
How perverse is that? A human rights agency is telling the police to reduce its commitment to civil liberties.
UPDATE: Human Rights Commissions at work, in most “Canadian” case ever…
A man from Lower Sackville, N.S., says he will take Tim Hortons to the Nova Scotia Human Rights Commission because he can no longer get his coffee.
Dave Matthews needs a motorized scooter to get around because of a physical disability.
Jeez, those “Woolworth’s lunch counter sit-in” guys have a hell of a lot to answer for…
PS: Anyone else notice that the primary “disability” people on those gdamned scooters have is, like, “extreme fatness”?
God, I hate those gdamn things. What about my “right” to use the sidewalk without you pushing me off with your taxpayer-funded motorized monstrosity, with the ugly stupid flags sticking out of them?
Remember the good old days, when invalids stayed in bed? It was good enough for me.
Anyhow, Timmies just needs to post a new sign:
No shirt, no shoes, no legs, no service
Problem solved.
