Winnipeg Mayoral Election – Judy Wasylycia-Leis calls her opponent irresponsible for pledging to get rid of severance cheques for politicians who aren’t being severed. What’s irresponsible about saying people who choose to leave political office should not ask taxpayers to give them bonuses for doing so? Let’s tell the truth. It’s not severance. It’s legal looting. What’s irresponsible about calling for an end to it? Please read the report by clicking on the link below and let me know what you think.
Tasha Kheriddin is a conservative. But like the other Conservative writers I respect, she doesn’t shrink from telling fellow conservatives the truth about their standing in the country. East of Manitoba, Harper Conservative numbers are in the toilet. Kheriddin writes a thoughtful piece about why Harper is unpopular despite Canada’s many successes of late. And she stays away for the tedious shoot the media messenger stuff that activists are always feasting.
She focuses much more on the Conservative Party language and how people east of Manitoba respond to it much differently than they do in the west. Best of all she encourages Conservatives to dump the “Circle the Wagons. We’re victims of the elites. Send Money” strategy that is still the bread of and butter of the Conservative fund raising. If you are a conservative voter, Kheriddin is not tell you what you want to hear. But she is telling you what you need to hear. She’s not a cheerleader. She’s a thinker.
Is Justin Trudeau lost?
He appears to be completely out of sync with the overwhelming Majority of Canadians. Nearly 9 out of 10 don’t want Canadians with dual citizenships to maintain their Canadian Citizenship if they wish to leave Canada to join up with organizations like ISIS. This is not complicated There is no civilized country on earth where the citizens wish to do anything to help those who want to spread international terror while maintaining citizenship of a country they wish to defeat.
If you hold dual citizenship in this country and you want to murder our citizens or those of our allies, you have lost any moral right to be a Canadian and NO prime minister I could possibly support would feel differently about this. There is NO room for argument here. Justin Trudeau either doesn’t understand what he is saying or he doesn’t understand the country. He tosses out this line about the criminal code being sufficient to protect us in these extreme cases of how to deal with traitors. And once again he either doesn’t understand the criminal code or he just doesn’t understand Canada.
I know he’s thought of as the cool kid. But there is NOTHING cool about stupidity when it comes to securing the safety of our people. There is nothing cool about giving comfort to those who want to engage in genocidal behavior while maintaining their Canadian citizenship. I don’t pretend to be the Lord of Cool. But My Sweet Lord, this young man needs the keys to your wisdom. Not the keys to 24 Sussex Drive.
On a personal note, Lindor, nobody connected as effectively as you. During these important days, the whole world is getting to know your beautiful heart – Charles Adler
Winnipeg Free Press – PRINT EDITION
Thanks for letting me into your lives
By: Lindor Reynolds
Photo by RUTH BONNEVILLE / WINNIPEG FREE PRESS (Longtime Winnipeg Free Press columnist Lindor Reynolds prepares to leave Riverview Health Centre to attend her daughter’s wedding earlier this month.)
It would be an understatement to say that a year ago, I got a kick in the teeth when I was diagnosed with brain cancer.
Now, I can no longer brush my own teeth.
My new mailing address is Riverview Health Centre, where I have come to die, although you’re not supposed to say that here.
When they brought me here, they promised I would never feel pain again, and they have been pretty true to that. When there is pain, there is a kind nurse with a needle and a machine to lift my sore, useless body into a wheelchair.
I can no longer walk independently. I hate the loss of independence, of needing someone to wash me and help with basic bodily functions. When you need someone to wash your face for you, it’s a new low. I feel I’ve ceased to be me, and it’s hard not to spend every day crying.
There have been some celebrations this year. My daughter got married last week, and I was able to attend. After days of practice sitting up in a wheelchair, the staff deemed me ready to go. Another decision was made for me.
But what has the past year meant? Have I had insights available only to those who have the curtain lifted back to reveal some deep meaning? I’m reminded of the observation Randy Pausch made when he wrote The Last Lecture; simply that time is all you’ve got until you realize you have a finite amount.
My Christian faith has carried me through. It’s stronger than it ever was. My church family has been there for me. All around my room are things from them, both from the church I attend now — Holy Trinity — and the one I used to attend, St. Vital’s St. Mary Magdalene Anglican Church.
The thing I struggle to get across is how useless I feel physically… and intellectually.
I suppose I’m not entirely useless. I’ve been able to find meaning in fundraising. I started a campaign to build a school in Kenya through a program of Free the Children run by Craig and Marc Kielburger. A garden party to raise money pushed the campaign over the top. Enough was raised for three schools.
But truthfully? It was an act of selfishness that allowed me to give back. I say an act of selfishness because I did it for me. I didn’t do it for Kenya. Is that insightful? Maybe, but I don’t think I’m capable of being insightful right now.
Insight? I wish I hadn’t smoked as a teenager, but I don’t think I gave myself cancer.
I do know this: Choose your friends carefully. They’re the ones who’ll be wiping drool off your chin.
Something you should know: People have to laugh at your jokes when you have cancer.
I’ve discovered how insanely insecure I am, how much affirmation I need.
I have been unable to do any writing. I miss that like crazy, of course. But what it has made me realize is how very much I miss you, the readers.
A year ago, I wrote a column telling you about this diagnosis and that I would be out of touch for a while as I fought the monsters. Please know you have been the greatest gift to me.
You have allowed me into your homes, your lives as I have done this most marvellous of jobs. We have laughed, cried, been angry, and in the end, been a little bit better from our connections. I know I have.
I was thrilled to be offered the chance to write this. It was the best gift Free Press editor Paul Samyn could have given me, other than the chocolate.