Canada has lost another hero. Trooper Darryl Caswell, 25, was driving in a convoy's lead vehicle, a Coyote, was it hit a bomb en route to a remote NATO base in Kandahar province's Shahwali Kot district.
This is our 57th solider killed in action since Canada entered the war in Afghanistan. What do you think about when you hear this news?
For years Canadians have lived in a country where the average person believes that we are lovers and not fighters. "Those American's are clanging their swords again," is a common smugness of many of us, when we describe our war-mongering neighbours to the south.
Canadians have for years sat comfortably on the sofa watching episodes of the Beachcombers, W5, and the CBC News being spoon-fed our backwoods, red serge, beaver loving, quiet peaceful international demeanor.
"We are peace keepers, not warriors!" is imbedded in our collective psyche. The average Canadian truly believes that our Canadian Forces relegate themselves to guarding outposts, and shaking the hands of less fortunate nationals.
This is not even close to what we are in the eyes of countries outside our borders.
It pains me to hear one of us (citizens) belittle our Canadian Armed Forces with punch lines like, "Yeah, we sent a bus 'over there' and a box of sling-shots," when we discuss our troop's abilities and movements internationally. I have even heard someone refer to our military response as a joke, or embarrassment when we step up to the plate to contribute to the foreign policy of NATO or the UN. Do people who spew these catch phrases think for one minute that the military families in our country do not hear them and are not hurt by them? I am proud of our Armed Forces, and know that we have one of the best, trained military service in the world!
Canadian soldiers are in the line of fire.
Yes, it's true. We currently have 2,673 military personnel serving in various missions around the world, of which 2,545 of them are fighting in Afghanistan. Yes, fighting.
They are not just guarding an outpost of the USA or shaking the hands of an Afghan national. Fifty-seven of these soldiers have died by gunfire, bombs and accidents, including friendly fire incidents. Their families, friends and fellows members of the Canadian Armed Forces felt these deaths. We have a commitment to keep our troops in that country until 2009, and I wouldn't be surprised if we did not extend that beyond that date. To put a timetable on a pullout is like predicting the state of Afghanistan at a particular point in time. This is not a football game, there are no time limits on war, there never will be.
Canada is at war.
Canada is currently at war with an enemy that is virtually invisible. There are no geographic boundaries that we can neatly wrapped in a box or war fronts that can be drawn on a map. Afghanistan is being invaded by radical Muslim insurgents from neighbouring countries.
These insurgents are about to get a boost from India, because that country is threatening to kick Afghan refugees out of their country.
Some of these refugees have been in India for over 20 years, a holdover from the Russian invasion of Afghanistan. When these people are tossed back into Afghanistan, many will be recruited for survivals sake to join the Taliban. Do you think that maybe 2,545 soldiers will be enough of a contribution by Canada?
Don't be fooled, Canada is needed in Afghanistan.
This really pains me, because I have a family member currently fighting in Afghanistan in our armed forces. As a matter of fact, all members of the Canadian Armed Forces have been advised that they will be serving in that war zone. I am proud of my brother-in-law and all the members of our armed forces. As a Canadian citizen I would not have it any other way. The truth is, Canada is needed overseas, in all our international commitments, and many families of our military service sacrifice their loved ones.
They worry necessarily, they fear necessarily and they love necessarily. My sister has a rendezvous with these emotions, and hopefully her children will see there father return within the year.
So when we sit at home watching reality TV...
Remember that on the other side the globe there are real Canadian troops fighting for their lives and the lives of innocent Afghan families. When you see the Canadian flag flying at half-mast, pause and shed a tear because somewhere in Canada a family is shedding many tears. If you hear one of our fellow citizens belittle our Canadian Heroes for the sake of a joke, kindly remind that person that a brave soldier is at that moment entrenched in conflict to secure his right to mock that very soldier in that way. Get behind our government who is trying to garnish support for troops in parliament all the while playing the weak hand of a minority position. If you see a member of our Canadian forces on weekend maneuvers in our community, make a point of approaching them, if possible, shake their hands and tell them how proud of them you are. Most of all, pray for our Armed Forces and their families.
Canada is an important member the coalition involved in the war against terrorism and tyranny. Yes, we are peacekeepers, but before peace is achieved, our troops must fight to secure it.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Club a Fish!
If I actually told you to go out clubbing fish, I’m not too sure what reaction I would get. For some I guess a picture of a mean hairy looking man who drags his knuckles and whacks every cute guppy looking water creature would come to mind. Some may wonder just how to wade into your local lake and find a fish. For others, I guess no thought would enter their mind. There are those you know, take a look at Paris. But when I was a young’in clubbing a fish was that moment when you knew you had arrived.
Yessirree, my pops and me, had taken that time in our lives to drive out to our favorite pond, drag our aluminum boat into the water, tie on our Canadian Wiggler, and trolled for that ever elusive walleye.
When that fish bit, I would fight it onto the boat, and WHACK that sucker on the head! What a feeling!
I remember the first fish clubbing I ever did, it wasn’t pretty. I was only six years old. Pops handed me his wooden club and while he held that poor creature while it struggled to wiggle away, I hit it over the head. It rolled its eyes and wiggled more. Pops said, “Hit it again boy, this time put it out of it’s misery!” So I whacked it again. It rolled it eyes again, and wiggled some more. Pops said, “Son, hit it right here!” and he pointed to a sweet spot. So with my tongue protruding out the right side of mouth and my left eye closed for good aim, I raised that wooden club and WHACK! Down went the fish, and up went my pops hand. That day I learned a whole new language that I later thought was the official language of the fisherman.
Pops was just as good holding the fish’in pole with his left hand as he was with his right.
But that fish still wasn’t dead, and pops had to finish it off. I later looked at my kill and noticed that it’s appearance was a bit like Rocky Marciano in the final round. I wondered how I was going to get it past the game warden, because I was sure that an assault charge was forthcoming.
That day, I clubbed many fish, and each one we clipped onto a fresh water chain and hung over the boat, giving all the other fish in the lake an opportunity to see their loved ones drug off to the frying pan. In all we caught at least twenty fish.
This is where my bubble burst.
I went out to pick up a copy of the fishing regulations because I recently acquired a nice boat from a buddy and decided I better go out and club me a wack of fish. I could not believe what I picked up!
What has happened to the days of Pisces slaughter? The day when if it had fins and was big enough, you clubbed it, cleaned it, froze it, and later fried it in butter, with a little bit of rice, some lemon, a slice of Tomato, and the peas.........
Ok, I’m back! Those days are gone. Today, if you catch a fish, you have to act like a Sunday Fishing Show Host. You know the type.
The one that sits in his boat, talks to an invisible friend, and speaks very softly and respectfully to his catch, only to sweetly pat the creature on its backside and watch as this mammoth looking Pike swims away. Yep, I bet that fish is thinking. “What a moron, you had me at .. hello!” In some Alberta lakes such as Pigeon Lake you have to apply for a draw. I grew up in a time when you only drew for game that required shooting it with a firearm. I know some like to shoot fish in a barrel, but it’s just not sporting.
Then there is the hold-over from the big game regulation. If you catch a fish, don’t clean it. In the good-old-days, many cleaned fish in the boat, then put the beautiful filets in a cooler to keep fresh. That way the meat stayed fresh. God put a process in place on this earth called decomposition. The moment a living creature dies, it begins to rot. In fishing, your best defense against it is to clean the sucker! Well, today you really can’t do that. You have to carefully do an autopsy, and ensure that the fish’s sexual identity is easily identified. OK, I must be a real hillbilly, because I really didn’t know that you could sex a fish. It’s not like I tipped them over to closely examine its undercarriage. So I absorbed these changes, and decided I would fish anyway. I would talk to them in a soft voice, let them go, and only keep the grand-daddy of the species. Off I went to my local sporting goods store.
Then the other shoe dropped.
I had to use fish friendly, politically correct, liberal loving, nonevasive, barbless fish hooks. That entails buying fish hooks where the fish could optionally stay-on the hook. No Barbs. Did it ever occur to anyone that if the fish fights without barbs, it could just decide to leave. That leaves me with the thought.. Will I only be landing a suicidal fish, and if so, what does a manic depressed fish taste like? Do I even want to assist in a fish suicide. I’m not Dr. Kvorkian! So I finally understand sport fishing. Be kind and let them all go to make more fishes, so we have more of them to let go another day. Don’t eat fish you catch in our lakes, go to your local grocery store and buy them there. Use fish friendly lures, and no live bait. You don’t want the bait to be hurt or insulted. If you catch a fish you are legally able to keep, get its permission before you club the life out of it.
So, have you hugged a fish lately? No! I didn’t think so.
Go ahead and club that fish
Yessirree, my pops and me, had taken that time in our lives to drive out to our favorite pond, drag our aluminum boat into the water, tie on our Canadian Wiggler, and trolled for that ever elusive walleye.
When that fish bit, I would fight it onto the boat, and WHACK that sucker on the head! What a feeling!
I remember the first fish clubbing I ever did, it wasn’t pretty. I was only six years old. Pops handed me his wooden club and while he held that poor creature while it struggled to wiggle away, I hit it over the head. It rolled its eyes and wiggled more. Pops said, “Hit it again boy, this time put it out of it’s misery!” So I whacked it again. It rolled it eyes again, and wiggled some more. Pops said, “Son, hit it right here!” and he pointed to a sweet spot. So with my tongue protruding out the right side of mouth and my left eye closed for good aim, I raised that wooden club and WHACK! Down went the fish, and up went my pops hand. That day I learned a whole new language that I later thought was the official language of the fisherman.
Pops was just as good holding the fish’in pole with his left hand as he was with his right.
But that fish still wasn’t dead, and pops had to finish it off. I later looked at my kill and noticed that it’s appearance was a bit like Rocky Marciano in the final round. I wondered how I was going to get it past the game warden, because I was sure that an assault charge was forthcoming.
That day, I clubbed many fish, and each one we clipped onto a fresh water chain and hung over the boat, giving all the other fish in the lake an opportunity to see their loved ones drug off to the frying pan. In all we caught at least twenty fish.
This is where my bubble burst.
I went out to pick up a copy of the fishing regulations because I recently acquired a nice boat from a buddy and decided I better go out and club me a wack of fish. I could not believe what I picked up!
What has happened to the days of Pisces slaughter? The day when if it had fins and was big enough, you clubbed it, cleaned it, froze it, and later fried it in butter, with a little bit of rice, some lemon, a slice of Tomato, and the peas.........
Ok, I’m back! Those days are gone. Today, if you catch a fish, you have to act like a Sunday Fishing Show Host. You know the type.
The one that sits in his boat, talks to an invisible friend, and speaks very softly and respectfully to his catch, only to sweetly pat the creature on its backside and watch as this mammoth looking Pike swims away. Yep, I bet that fish is thinking. “What a moron, you had me at .. hello!” In some Alberta lakes such as Pigeon Lake you have to apply for a draw. I grew up in a time when you only drew for game that required shooting it with a firearm. I know some like to shoot fish in a barrel, but it’s just not sporting.
Then there is the hold-over from the big game regulation. If you catch a fish, don’t clean it. In the good-old-days, many cleaned fish in the boat, then put the beautiful filets in a cooler to keep fresh. That way the meat stayed fresh. God put a process in place on this earth called decomposition. The moment a living creature dies, it begins to rot. In fishing, your best defense against it is to clean the sucker! Well, today you really can’t do that. You have to carefully do an autopsy, and ensure that the fish’s sexual identity is easily identified. OK, I must be a real hillbilly, because I really didn’t know that you could sex a fish. It’s not like I tipped them over to closely examine its undercarriage. So I absorbed these changes, and decided I would fish anyway. I would talk to them in a soft voice, let them go, and only keep the grand-daddy of the species. Off I went to my local sporting goods store.
Then the other shoe dropped.
I had to use fish friendly, politically correct, liberal loving, nonevasive, barbless fish hooks. That entails buying fish hooks where the fish could optionally stay-on the hook. No Barbs. Did it ever occur to anyone that if the fish fights without barbs, it could just decide to leave. That leaves me with the thought.. Will I only be landing a suicidal fish, and if so, what does a manic depressed fish taste like? Do I even want to assist in a fish suicide. I’m not Dr. Kvorkian! So I finally understand sport fishing. Be kind and let them all go to make more fishes, so we have more of them to let go another day. Don’t eat fish you catch in our lakes, go to your local grocery store and buy them there. Use fish friendly lures, and no live bait. You don’t want the bait to be hurt or insulted. If you catch a fish you are legally able to keep, get its permission before you club the life out of it.
So, have you hugged a fish lately? No! I didn’t think so.
Go ahead and club that fish
Thursday, April 5, 2007
4:20 and all is well!
Dear Editor,
Kudos to Brian Hahn for his article on "Numerology of a Stoner". There are "smoke" shops popping up in our communities that blatantly laugh at the Canadian Justice or lack thereof when it comes to drug Paraphernalia.
The very idea of a shop owner having the legal backing to sell drug Paraphernalia and advertise for that purpose sickens me as much as it frustrates me. Not only can I walk into a certain unnamed business and buy a bong or glass pipe, perhaps even a fake can of WD40 to hide my stash in, but I can also purchase a product called Salvia. "Depending on dosage, the Salvia experience can vary from a subtle, just-off-baseline state to a full-blown psychedelic experience. At higher doses users report dramatic time distortion, vivid imagery, encounters with beings, travel to other places, planets or times, living years as the paint on a wall or experiencing the full life of another individual.
Needless to say these can be extremely powerful experiences and should only be attempted with a sitter. While most people remain unmoving during the experience, some individuals will attempt to get up and walk around while in a completely dissociated state". The worst part, it is legal for anyone to buy it and use it. Anyone meaning any person regardless of age. I hesitate in writing this letter to you, but if we as parents and as citizens who are willing to take a unified stand against drugs in our communities can be educated in the culture, than perhaps we can reach out to our local, provincial and federal politicians to say
"ENOUGH" already.
Sincerely
John Norton.
Dear EditorBoston recorded a song called "Smokin" back in the 70's. That song is exactly 4 minutes and 20 seconds long. The "secret code" started when Roadies needed the code to see who was in the "sub-culture" and who was clued out. Needless to say, the code arose to mystical levels because cannabis users need to be wary of the witch hunters. Once the code becomes universally understood and the mystery taken out, something else will come along.
That the sub-culture has such a presence is testament to the popularity of smoking cannabis in social ceremonies. The "sub-culture" of cannabis users to be more precise, have been around since the bamboo plant from which cannabis is derived has existed. Cannabis and opium are the ceremonial and ritual substances of the Asians. Alcohol is the ceremonial and ritual substance of the Western "Christian" culture as evidenced by toasts to the bride and the priest goblet.
The South Americans have used coca as their ceremonial and ritual substance for thousands of years. The Editor should enlighten himself and practice more tolerance for other cultures instead supporting the immoral war on other than Christian cultures. That the youth's in our culture are ignorant of the above facts is testament to the failure of our education system to have a truthful discussion about drugs. The youths may not be able to make the intellectual arguments that expound the virtues of tolerance, prudence, justice and fortitude, but I most certainly can. Drug prohibition doesn't live up to a single one. I have no fear of the witch hunters, crusaders, demonizers or prohibitionists in our midst. All I ask is for a chance to expose their lies before a jury of my peers.
Chris Buors
Libertarian
President
Freedom Party of Manitoba
Dear Editor,Thank you for the very passionate if not xenophobic editorial by Mr Hahn. I do not know if Brain would care to know the story behind 4:20 that most historians agree on but here it is anyway. ”The most widely-accepted birth of 420 puts the date of the phrase at 1971, five years after Dylan's '60s anthem, conceived by a group of pot-lovin' California high school students. When one of the members of the clique uttered “4:20 Louie” it meant to meet for a smoke session at the Louis Pasteur statue 70 minutes after school dismissed at 3:10 p.m.” P.S. Tell Brian, “Don't worry. We are keeping an eye on you as well. We're just a bit more tolerant.”
Ally Lorton
As a Federal Medical Marijuana License holder who is also married to one, I deeply resent the use of the word “stoner”. This word is as offensive to medical pot users like myself and my epileptic wife, as the word “junkie” might be to someone who uses prescription pain killers, or the word “cripple” might be to someone in a wheelchair. Brian Hahn has demonstrated that not only does his mind need opened and his third eye cleaned, apparently he doesn’t even know how to use Google! “Whatever the origins...”
It is widely accepted that in the early 1970s, a group of teenagers at San Rafael High School in San Rafael, California used to meet every day after school at 4:20 p.m. to smoke cannabis at the Louis Pasteur statue. They even have letters from college after the fact to prove it. That is the origin. True, most pot users don’t know what it means. I tend not to observe it, as I am a medical user and drug law-reform advocate, not a pot “enthusiast”. As for “international pot-smokers day is April 20th - 4/20”; yeah, that is true, but that was just a co-opt by a bunch of over enthusiastic pot fans. In reality, the date means nothing beyond that association with the afternoon time frame. Like anything, it has been co-opted and mutated over the years, and the meaning twisted. Aren’t words magnificent?
Russell Barth
Federal Medical Marijuana License
Holder
Ottawa
Dear Editor,You are wrong cannabis is not legal. Canada and the USA no less do have federal legal medical cannabis programs currently in place and have for years now. I do have one question for you that I hope you will answer. How many more expert studies do we need that clearly state prohibition of cannabis creates a lot more social harms then cannabis it's self ever has or ever could?
Keith Fagin
Calgary 420 Alberta
Response to Keith,My article clearly stated, “It’s not legal, it’s not even decriminalized!” As for your question... I agree?
Brian Hahn
Dear Editor
Your article on 420 was hilarious, don't know if it was a joke or not. Why is the religious right so bent on fear-mongering against pot users. There's a lot more of us than you think and we are not the slackers you believe we are. Saying anything derogatory about stoners as a group is as accurate as saying “All christians are pedifiles because a few catholic priests are.” Its not founded in any reality. There's some great pot grown in your part of the country, maybe you should try some. Thank you for your time.
Jason Baker
I am responding to your article about the number 420. I really have no clue as to it's origin, however, if you look at famous deaths. I have been told that Bob Marley died on April 20th. But I personally think that 420 goes back before Mr. Marley. Really if I have to guess I would say that 420 was something an ancient pothead said one day and it caught on like a trend, but because smoking can be a religious ndeavor it never faded out. Potheads are very much a culture of their own and of all different walks of life but generally
have a few things in common. Thank you for your time.
Odisomus
AZ, USA
Dear Editor,I just read your article on the numerology of a stoner and thought you may want a little info that I learned in high school about five years ago. The time 4:20pm is an hour and 20 minutes after most high school students get out of school. This amount of time is how long takes a high school student to get out of school, get home, and roll a joint. Then the pot smoker has to just wait a few minutes and light up at 4:20.
Luke Lyons
Thursday, March 29, 2007
The Numerology of a Stoner
"Mary Jane" when referring to marijuana.
Nowadays that seems pretty "square-man" But the language developed in the sub-culture has not really changed all that much. Lingo or codes are used that many folks just don't get, and parents tend to lay a blind eye towards. Sure, if you look in little Johnny's bedroom and see a Canadian Flag with a three-pointed leaf in the middle, chances are he may be more familiar with the illegal substance than you wish.
Hidden in your child's bedroom is one thing, but to advertise it in public is another. Today, the marijuana culture has a new set of codes, which is usually in plain view for all to see. It is the use of the number 420. Have you seen it?
You can see 420 in advertising, high school yearbooks, and storefronts. Smoke shops have popped up in Alberta, Saskatchewan and British Columbia with the number 420 in their registered business name. So big deal, what's in a name?
Plenty.
The phenomena of the number 420 in the marijuana sub-culture is a universal moment in time, a time when all potheads stop and light up! If they are awake at 4:20AM, they can light up and puff away. Many pot smokers take solace in the fact that at that very moment of the day, they will be smoking with maybe thousands of other stoners throughout the country. The number 420 has become the transforming universal code into the collective consciousness of the stoner.
So why 420? I started to ask around, and found that most people whether young or old never took notice, and could not answer that daunting question; Why 420? One gal told me it was to celebrate Bob Marley’s birthday, meaning he was born on April 20th. But our Jamaican friend was born on February 5th, 1945. One other told me it was Tommy Chong’s birthday, the famous Edmontonian from the “Cheech and Chong” drugged out comedy team, but again Tommy was born on May 24th, 1938. Missed again. “Hey man... what gives!” Looking for more famous stoners to give credence to the secret dopers code 420, I was then told it was to commemorate the exact time of Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead’s death.
Garcia died on August 4th, 1995 at 4:23 AM. Oooh close! Maybe it takes three minutes to roll your own. Still no fit. A check of famous birthdates and I discovered that Adolf Hitler was born April 20th, 1889, but I’m sure that most pot smokers are not skin-heads. Still no fit. Whatever the origins, the pot-smoker does not know the reason for the observance only that it is the universal code that identifies a member of that particular sub-culture. One of the first lessons smokers learn is that while the meaning of 420 is “obvious” to insiders as “universal” or as an “international symbol” for marijuana, marijuana-smoking, and the subculture, it also a secret code or secret advertiser. A method of attracting the customers of likemindednes to an individual or business.
The mere presence of 420 on a business store front sends the wrong message to the youth, since if pot-smoking was illegal they wouldn't let a respectable businessperson to “set-up shop.” This became all to apparent when during my informal public survey of “420”, one young lady in her late 20’s said to me, “Marijuana legal now!” It’s not legal, it’s not even decriminalized!
So why are smoke shops allowed to open up in a city or town and sell drug paraphernalia, in essence promoting pot smoking? In the wacked out 60’s, drug users made their bongs and pipes. The truth of the matter is this. If a particular business is advertising "420" the universal stoner code in their business, chances are that they promote stoner culture and with
it, the consumption of an illegal drug. Take a look around your hometown or when you drive through a city, and you will find “420” proudly displayed on some smoke shops on store fronts and malls. Walk in and ask the store clerk, “What’s with 420?” You will instantly identify yourself as an outsider to the subculture, and I doubt a truthful answer will be forthcoming.
Come to think of it, the international pot-smokers day is April 20th - 4/20.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
The Criminalization of Innocence
Intolerance has reached an ultimate low, in a case from Texas, where a 4-year old boy hugged a teacher’s aid before going on a school bus. This innocent act from a boy only two years out of diapers was interpreted as a sexual advancement and now the boy has a permanent school record of sexual harassment. The boy's father angrily denied the accusation, insisting that the decision is shocking because the boy is too innocent and naïve to understand what sex is, let alone harass his teacher.
After great deliberation by school officials, the school revised the young lads record and now his record was changed to "inappropriate physical contact".
Just when is a child robbed of their innocence? Society is adopting a "Zero Tolerance" policy on everything from language, to day-to-day interactions with our fellow man. In essence society is throwing out the baby with the bath water. Before us Canadians get smug over this, remember that we are only 10 years behind the USA in social reform, so it's only a matter of time.
This is not an isolated incident of finger pointing at children. Last March in Lorain, OH, an 8-year-old boy was accused of sexual harassment on another schoolgirl when it was discovered that he had been passing love notes to her. Later in the day, the boy and another boy during gym class started to tease the girl and in the process touched her buttocks. The school then conducted an investigation, and the boy with the crush was suspended on an "Emergency Removal Order." The eight year old's school record now identifies him as having made a sexual assault.
In another cases, a grade two boy was suspended from school after he kissed a girl during recess, and once again the records show he committed a "sexual assault".
In the case of our 4 year old in Texas, the boy does not understand why he was forcibly removed from school, only to be ostracized by the school system. His obvious lack of understanding is exactly why this form of political correction has no place in the kindergarten or elementary school. A 4 year old, or even a twelve-year-old does not know right from wrong depending on their social development.
The zero tolerance policy of sexual harassment is designed to protect woman in the workplace.
These cases are an abuse of such a policy, and if Canadian's are complacent, our children will be victimized by this form of nonsense. But then again are Canadian's really that laid back? ... I think we are.
After great deliberation by school officials, the school revised the young lads record and now his record was changed to "inappropriate physical contact".
Just when is a child robbed of their innocence? Society is adopting a "Zero Tolerance" policy on everything from language, to day-to-day interactions with our fellow man. In essence society is throwing out the baby with the bath water. Before us Canadians get smug over this, remember that we are only 10 years behind the USA in social reform, so it's only a matter of time.
This is not an isolated incident of finger pointing at children. Last March in Lorain, OH, an 8-year-old boy was accused of sexual harassment on another schoolgirl when it was discovered that he had been passing love notes to her. Later in the day, the boy and another boy during gym class started to tease the girl and in the process touched her buttocks. The school then conducted an investigation, and the boy with the crush was suspended on an "Emergency Removal Order." The eight year old's school record now identifies him as having made a sexual assault.
In another cases, a grade two boy was suspended from school after he kissed a girl during recess, and once again the records show he committed a "sexual assault".
In the case of our 4 year old in Texas, the boy does not understand why he was forcibly removed from school, only to be ostracized by the school system. His obvious lack of understanding is exactly why this form of political correction has no place in the kindergarten or elementary school. A 4 year old, or even a twelve-year-old does not know right from wrong depending on their social development.
The zero tolerance policy of sexual harassment is designed to protect woman in the workplace.
These cases are an abuse of such a policy, and if Canadian's are complacent, our children will be victimized by this form of nonsense. But then again are Canadian's really that laid back? ... I think we are.
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