At the official Canadian Human Rights Commission website, which (besides being one of the country’s largest publishers of “racist” commentary) only exists because it is paid for by your extorted tax dollars, Jennifer Lynch & Co. lie and lie and lie:
Why on earth does the CHRC continue to purvey the fiction that it only goes after “the most extreme” speech? May I suggest it’s all smoke and mirrors, designed to lull Canadians (who don’t really comprende the whole “free speech” thing, at least not in the First Amendment sense of it) into believing that state censorship is okay because it only messes with the most “extreme” utterances–and what nice Canadian wants to sanction that type of nastiness?
May I further suggest it’s because Jen is determined to hold onto the power that accrues from being able to decide what is and isn’t acceptable speech in land. So forget all that blarney about “ambits” and “thresholds.” At the end of the day it’s all about power and control–who wields it, and who wants it. And Jennifer Lynch has signalled that she’s a chick who wants it–bad.
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Just to piss Jennifer off, I’m reposting one of the “poems” that got Marc Lemire hauled into court. Wow, yeah, this “poem” is so “extreme”.
I heard crap like this growing up (recited by people who had real jobs and didn’t wear suits to work), and miraculously, the nation “survived”.
(Anyone who still doubts the elitist “class warfare” aspect of this whole “hate speech” scam is a delusional moron)
We were freer in the 1970s than we are now.
HINT: THAT SHOULD TROUBLE YOU.
Hey, Lynch reprinted this “poem” ON HER OWN WEBSITE, too, and we paid her to do it. So she can go **** herself:
Canadian Immigrant Poem
I cross ocean,
poor and broke,
Take bus,
see employment folk.Nice man treat me
good in there,
Say I need to
see welfare.Welfare say,
“You come no more,
We send cash
right to your door.”Welfare cheques,
they make you wealthy,
Medicare it keep
you healthy!By and by,
I got plenty of money,
Thanks to you,
Canadian dummy.Write to friends
in motherland,
Tell them `come
fast as you can.’They come in turbans
and Ford trucks,
I buy big house
with welfare bucksThey come here,
we live together,
More welfare cheques,
it gets better!Fourteen families,
they moving in,
But neighbor’s patience wearing thin.Finally, white chap
moves away,
Now I buy his house,
and then I say,“Find more aliens
for house to rent.”
And in the yard
I put a tent.Send for family
they just trash,
But they, too,
draw the welfare cash!Everything is
very good,
And soon we
own the neighbourhood.We have hobby – –
it’s called breeding,
Welfare pay
for baby feeding.
Kids need dentist?
Wife need pills?
We get free!
We got no bills!Canadian crazy!
He pay all year,
To keep welfare
running here.We think Canada
damn good place!
Too damn good for
the white man race.If they no like us,
they can scram,
Got lots of room in
Pakistan.
UPDATE: Mark Steyn writes —
By the way, Kathy is absolutely right to reprint one of the “hate poems” helpfully anthologized by the CHRC. Aside from the fact that the author should have been prosecuted for his appalling false rhymes, the notion that material deemed not only criminal but dangerous if printed on a private unread web site can be disseminated perfectly legally by a far more widely read government website exposes the lie on which Commissar Lynch’s lavish sinecure rests – that, if exposed to this material, the moronic citizenry would be rampaging down the 401 from one pogrom to the next.
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Which would actually be pretty cool.
In her own sick, twisted way, Jennifer Lynch has more faith in the average Canadian’s propensity for armed revolt than I do…
