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On my last post I ended by saying that I enjoyed reading the ruling condemning the city of Saguenay to pay $ 30,000 to a citizen's freedom bullied because of the reciting a short prayer to before council. Thank you to my step-daughter, a lawyer by profession, who was eager to find on the web to send it to me. To facilitate my task, given the excessive length of the text, it took me time to highlight in yellow the parts necessary for understanding the trial. Definitely, it is with the right tools that we built the best house!

reading this report - although I still find ridiculous that we can go as far to destroy its own culture - allowed me to obtain valuable information about the context in which this story unfolded.

From what I understand, the fine of $ 30,000 is divided as follows: $ 15,000 in moral damages and another $ 15,000 in punitive damages. The moral damage is attributed to the victim for injury, while punitive damages is attributed to him who inflicts it. In our case, how the mayor of Saguenay can be perceived by the judge as having caused harm to a citizen merely for having persisted in reciting a prayer before the regular sessions of City Council? Well there is just not the problem it seems.

In a written verdict, we learn that during the Council session, just before Christmas 2007, Mayor Tremblay would permit a sarcastic remark against the complainant Mr. Simoneau. The latter, having sent the mayor a question on any folder, will be told by the mayor not to worry and go celebrate Christmas with the family. When Mr. Simoneau has resumed his seat, the mayor added, addressing the crowd: "Do not worry if Mr. Simoneau is stirred as it is he who does not agree with me in prayer and who complained! "Wow! Imagine yourself a little more. From there, Mr. Simoneau was a marked man. Telephone threats, derogatory comments, bullying at work, and more ... Police Saguenay same formal complaint against a criminal Jacques Tremblay, for harassing telephone calls.

Two things: First, I would have expected better of the first magistrate of the City of Saguenay. Since these facts have been brought to my attention, I suddenly feel a little less sympathetic to his cause. Clearly, the mayor has abused his position to afford the complainant's head and publicly humiliate him. Secondly, I believe that believers frustrated with the complaint of Mr. Simoneau has clearly missed an invaluable opportunity to practice several basic principles of Christian faith, is it necessary here to enumerate them? So much for the saga Simoneau vs. Tremblay.

Also, in my previous post I mentioned that the establishment of the Bouchard-Taylor had been a step in the right direction to try to see things more clearly with the immigration debate and reasonable accommodations. If I may, I make some clarifications on my opinion on the recommendations of the report of this committee: I am extremely disappointed and, thereby, totally disagree with the philosophy behind the suggestions of our two commissioners.

Basically, I agree that no multiculturalist ideology that wants to force us in the gorge the name of tolerance and acceptance of others, fear of being accused of racism that exists in the minds of those who despise their own heritage, even those who feel guilty simply require that they be respected on their territory. Enough 's enough of Politically correct left that closes the debate by demonizing the other as soon as he is too far right or too conservative. I am convinced that only weaken, blindly, by not being more firm with our immigrants. Our political elites are they so disconnected from reality as to think that serious problems Social caused by the softness of immigration policies like those of England and France, could not be repeated under the sky of our Belle Province? But these problems have already begun, like a cancer to insidiously erode our democratic way of life, established on Judeo-Christian values which are based on mutual aid, solidarity, justice, gender equality, etc. ...

I'm not a racist, I am a Canadian Francophone Quebec, a Christian and proud of it, quite willing to share my corner countries with whoever gets in return respectful of my values and my lifestyle, while being conscious of the privilege which is his, to be hosted in a country generally safe or a little hustle just to eat their fill. I am an imperfect but lucid, aware that it would be foolish and stupid on my part to insist that would satisfy my every whim socio-cultural, if I ever go into exile in another country, choice or by force of a tragic event.

Am I a citizen of a country that can still bring to power leaders who are able to hear my concerns ?? If this is not the case, I still hope that I serve a God that He hears me. So I have everything I need to continue ...

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The sky Delphinium

There has not been much snow this winter. The mountains, however, are still majestic, brooding over the valley.

Taken from another angle, I hope you will recognize them, they are everywhere on this blog.

Entering through the windows of the train that takes me regularly to the center of my universe, I dedicate this photo to Claude, who every Friday on his blog, with its series "The sky of Friday," invites us to raise and look higher.

Dear Claude, I thank you for your good mood and multiple you leave messages on our blogs.

© Delphinium February 2011

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the most expensive in town ...

Decidedly, Quebec is on track to become a master in the art of the flat-ventrisme identity. As I already mentioned in a previous article, to hit the little that remains of Christian heritage (and all in the name of the new religion of multiculturalism, or "Rights"), you will soon have the opportunity to s' surprise, the day when it will be found that we are here as fellows. The day is coming, hence the term "Quebec strain" will become a shameful synonymous with intolerance, akin to a racist past that we rejoice at wrong to be buried for good.

Not without jokes! The human rights tribunal the person, not satisfied to order the City Council to remove their crucifixes Saguenay and abolish their prayers before council, pushed the blame to order him to pay $ 30,000 fine dollars in damage to a citizen saying discriminated by reciting a short prayer before the Christian council monthly meeting. To borrow a phrase from Matthew Bock side, here we are swimming in delirium ideological publicly encouraged. Let me humbly remind you that this is the same court which decided long ago in favor of Muslims demanding prayer rooms in Quebec universities. Wake me if I sleep while awake, but I here that decodes what is good for Muslim immigrants, has no place to apply to indigenous people with a small 400 years of Christian culture?

I do not know the mayor of Saguenay (pictured above) and I have no desire to participate in the ongoing debate about its supposed control problem or trends Pharisaic but I sympathize wholeheartedly with him and all believers in this city.

Also, I am not at all cons the separation of church and state, whether municipal, provincial or federal. So if ever the state decided to settle the issue of reasonable accommodation by opting for the ï city wall to wall (yes I know, this requires a courage that is sorely lacking to most politicians), it should conduct a parliamentary committee and then give birth to a charter that would then be adopted as a law that would regulate the entire machinery of government, full stop. We can therefore, by extension, get rid once and for all of religious ethics course that forces us into the groove since last fall. You guessed it, I take no pleasure in living in a society that must rely on a tribunal to resolve the dilemmas associated with religious practice in public space.

In my opinion, instead of wasting their time refining their insults in parliamentary session, our elected officials should take care of fussing to find a concrete solution to prevent the social fabric of our province and crack more. In this sense, the Committee Bouchard-Taylor was a step in the right direction, but no more. When the potatoes become too hot and it might cost votes, it has preferred to maintain the good sense to throw it in the courtyard of the courts to continue to decide for us.

But then, we find ourselves still governed by lawyers who were not trained to decide taking into account the opinions of a group of citizens and common sense, but to analyze the facts according to specific criteria. The fact that you and I find the guy who complained of being discriminated against exaggerating , should theoretically not influence the decision of a judge. The fact is that under the Charter of Human Rights, in this specific context, there is indeed discrimination. This smacks of the Inquisition by cons, it's fine to $ 30,000!

I read the ruling, because up to a fine appears to me unnecessary and dangerously abusive.

It all feels pretty bad for the Christians of Quebec, I'm paranoid or what?

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Shadows of Solitude other

Life is fleeting. Sometimes everything changes in an instant, that a glance the touch of a hand, a smile from a face caught in the crowd of anonymous, discovered in an infinitesimal space-time. It is these meetings that there is a random path, the turning of a steaming cup of coffee or an overheated room one Saturday evening in which the foot moves up one notch to dismiss into oblivion the horrors of the week. He exchanged glances and words leading to genuine relationships, love or friendship, but where knowledge of the Other seems to gradually gained any, where the effect of the surprise wears off because we reject the complexity of the loved one to protect us from anxiety immeasurable if everything comes to falling into the unpredictable nature of earthly existence and functioning of the human species.

Yet the stability of our couples, the intimacy of our relationship and intimate knowledge of the other do not exist. These are just illusions wrought by humans to appease him and to dangle within a time that the transience of these invisible trade is not as fanciful.

Thus, to understand and capture the depth of the other, our eyes glide over the wrinkles of his face, the shadows left by tears or light transcended by a smile, thinking to draw with a brush the completed canvas of his presence and its consistency. Filled with our assumptions, we believe collecting the other what he shows us but that is it not an illusion, imaginary thoughts and suspicions of a fragmented life we imagine? Finally our meetings they are not as fleeting images, a scenario ever imagined that we constantly strive to deliver to the center of the play when we understand that reality is crumbling and shreds our hopes dashed?

Men and women approach and believe that we then know not represent perhaps the shadows cast by our own imagination, what we want to believe them when they are a hundred places be what we think.

Human life becomes a blur, a tangle of emotions unmanageable, a crooked black and white where the forms of our fellows become ghostly and mephitic.

Really? This is so scary ...

© Delphinium February 2011

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Solitude . It descends from the North, this vast ice that I understood in my distant travels. She rises from the South beyond this desert dry and burning lips tortured me for days, plowing my flesh and leaving me breathless in a setting of red blood and sand cold.

Millennia ago, I traveled immense minute, contemplating the castles of ancient kings, coasted mad scientists who have learned not to be myself I browsed through the clouds slid on snowy slopes, climbed mountains to finally not rising above that this column of clay as a colossus built in a bygone era.

Today, I drown my eyes on the underground lake lost in the middle of nowhere but I can distinguish nothing beyond. Everything lake and clouds, sky and water, heaven and hell, no dichotomy evil and good together in eternity without end. I torture myself in order to understand the life that I am given. I try to tame this breath of life that passes in the depths of my bowels. But when loved ones pass and disappear, leaving only white marks on my light dresses, I stay on shore, only again and again, devastated by a love unrequited and unfulfilled desires.

Maybe he should go up like evil, threat and pain. Then cast a shadow bold on the ground, believing in the future and continue on the path that could lead to good. What I call the evil, pain and emptiness, it is perhaps a furtive groping towards better, best or property indecipherable. I advance all costs and continues to believe that the spirit that animates me is life and accomplishment.

Yet I feel I am alone in this fight that I lead, solitary on the horizon in front dunes of snow and glaciers hot, so zealous in the apprehension of another elusive to vomit sometimes in the quest for happiness, hurt to see that dreams are often white than dark clouds swirl in a bottomless pit, hurt by mephitic be tearing my virtue.

is an unequal battle against loneliness. She walks away but always returns, stealthily, without whirlpool so strong that I feel it lurking in the shadows even in bright light. I feel the interstellar void, even bigger than that installs between the stars in the sky, the immense global travels and fills the universe to the vapors of copper. I think building to fill the void, filling the interstices of life, take some stones that I ask patiently on the wall already erected by the ancestors but at least Whispering Wind clever, everything collapses in a deafening silence that fills the ears of the dying cries. Evolve in the streets of the city humming gives the impression of being me, being unique among the many. In addition to noise and oppressive walls clad poster planting himself in my eyes when I did not ask for anything and all thoughts parasitic entering my brain, I'm never, alas, only one among the various brains fluttering on the sidewalk, alone in the solitude of murmuring my bombastic century heresies and contradictions.

Human existence is sometimes so precarious and made a succession of laborious routines.

Take the time to have time to waste time. I have the opportunity to lose at anything or even be unaware of its flow, and then be suddenly caught by an immeasurable and uncontrollable anguish arising beyond the Golgotha, triturating the minutes and hours, until 'that my heart rate revved. Time prints all over my skin and I do sometimes get a slight shadow among other faces rickety, moving silently through the streets of a megalopolis unknown at the center of a play which I do not know the replicas, panting and Anon snippets of text no longer belonged. Being on stage with scenery spin between my fingers numb I can only lead to destructive madness.

I may be one of those people who, returning home at night, find their cave so narrow they stop right away against the opposite wall, while the door closes and the cries outside fade.

I'm not realigned in sympathy, I got a mention in the venerable but Stoicism I own the Golden Palm in chat ironic that their heels, this armor as a way to keep stashed in playing strong-minded. But life fucks me full face every day: it is useless to shirk, humanity overtakes us.

Today I decided to speak and write because I consider it reduce our humanity to flee from suffering, then I let her speak, finally, as a candidate who takes impossible. Open and available to express and holler and cry. Expose myself, throw down tinsel up my skin, I walk naked and flayed, raw.

Solitude . I come up against it but I struggle. It makes me upset, I fall, I crawl, I am scratching my, I am suffocating, I get up, hands in blood and I continue to falter, walking as if I was drunk. Maybe I'm finally because I swallowed everything, all my memories, smiles and tender moments suspended in the breath of eternity. These images of peace are so numerous, they plow my flesh and heart and I would finally say, I miss this smile, that wonderful smile that was yours and that disappeared forever in limbo, the clouds that you wanted to tame.

In my time I have helped so many people to escape, to break their shackles to find the golden warmth of the Sun. Now the center of the door of my prison is the opening to verify that I have not had the bad taste to take the key hanging. But when it's my turn to escape, even for a moment, nobody comes. When the sun goes down at night I see the rope that swings alone in the middle of the dark skies, down in real ray of light, forming his noose. This thin lifeline of hope and trembling slightly as I fall asleep, he clasps his tentacles in gray and misty.

But I hope, still, still and always there at the bottom of things, there is a force that pushes the unborn, to take life and form, filling the heart of those who watch the nature and men who live there. I dream that if each of us is alone, yet we are united in solitude.

Beyond this suffering and loneliness that I plowed, probably there is a side blind, obscure, random thing that is changing, and I am powerless over this, I am unable to contain and channel it. So I think that despite the tears that made my bed of the lake, the fragility and grace of the flower outweighs the empty desperation of a life that is mine for so many centuries buried.

The grace of the flower against the rough stones. There is still hope.

Signed: The lonely lover

© Delphinium February 2011