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You may not know this boy

Edward Eagan was born April 26, 1897 in Denver, died June 14, 1967 in Rye.

He studied law at Yale, Harvard and Oxford (USA).
Boxer gifted, he represents the United States to Antwerp Olympics in 1920, boxing, light heavyweight class and won the gold medal.

Where things take a turn single to date is that in the 1932 Winter Games in Lake Placid , it is new Olympic champion in bobsleigh 4!

If three other champions have since shone as the Olympic Summer and Winter, Eagan is the only man to win two gold medals!
It deserved a nod, right?

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Prayer the most expensive in town (take 2) Prayer

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

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"Waouffff! Well, I see that Peter Bergson and the gentlemen are highly respected and admired all the ladies and they have very firm buttocks. So I forgive them and I decided to remove myself crazy this paper. But I make no more resumes! Otherwise the award will be very severe! "




PS For those who have not noticed the trash lying around in the snow is actually a package of Ricola empty. (I invite you to visit this link, there is a nice little music ...). Everyone knows that Ricola, it is the Swiss who invented! :-))

© Delphinium January 2011

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Islam, who is right?

Happy New Year my friends!

I can not tell you exactly how it all started, but still is it that I began seriously studying Islam since last December. Thank you to my boss that allows me surf the web when there are no customers (yes here, no pretense of cleaning up to do to pretend that we work ...), I typed the trucks on the basics of reading and as the heated debate provoked by this religion. With recent events in Tunisia, the timing seemed perfect to deepen my knowledge on the subject. You probably know better than me, Islam is complex. It upsets our culture and in many cases, it generates terror. So I have no pretensions about my ability to make anything much significant in the debate, I repeat: the study of religion as Islam is not an easy task. Especially with the web, it is extremely difficult to verify the validity of the sources of the information provided, and information, there are simply too!

So I ask you, who believe in such chaos informative? The problem is that every piece of information or argument which seems solid and credible, is found somewhere contradicted by another so-called expert. An example: you are presented with the argument that Islam is a religion and a violent ideology, that his holy book, the Koran, is full of suras (verses) that incite the murder of Jews and infidels, so all those who are not converted to Islam. Deepening my research I found that this thesis is extremely popular in Europe and the United States. I lost count of the sites maintained by people, Christian or secular, we have Europe as a continent overwhelmed by organized Islamist immigration, and runs straight into a civil disaster which can not be completed other than in a bloodbath.

Then, suddenly, I find myself on the site of a Tunisian Muslim engineer who responds to a critic of Islam, that his problem lies in the fact that he reads the Koran is the wrong version. He therefore suggested to obtain the version of the galaxy ?!??!!?? So off, according to the engineer, a Muslim and a French citizen for the past 20 years, decried the violent verses throughout the world simply do not exist in the Koran, the true, the good, the official ... But what could be simpler? My man, get yourself a copy of the correct version of the Koran, the worse your hives caused by calls to murder infidels will disappear in one gulp! And zang!

Do you see a bit where I try to come. So who is right? I wish I knew. There are, at present, one billion three hundred million Muslims around the world. By itself, the European continent by hosting a million each year, derived primarily from the Maghreb countries (Algeria, Tunisia, Morocco, etc.). Some argue that by 2015, some European countries will gather with 20% of Muslims in their population, 35% in 2035 to others. Mine nothing but the air of all, one in three that!?! Unlike the indigenous populations of the countries in which they immigrate, Muslims, themselves, breed ...

Defenders of Islam pretend that it just is not that religious and totalitarian ideology that reduces women to a mere breeding in the service of male almighty, divine instrument of God to convert the infidels. "The world would long ago with fire and blood if it were true!" claim in choral scholars Mohammedans. "Islam has understood that his most effective weapon to conquer the world, is no longer war with weapons, but immigration!" contend in any forum its harshest critics (talk to Marine Le Pen).

Now some facts that few people dare to challenge ...

1) They are not fundamentalist Christians who have balanced two airliners into the World Trade Center, September 11, 2001.

2) Today, on this planet, there are no fundamentalist Christian groups who use violence to terrorize their opponents (Bush and Iraq do not count, of course!).

3) Those who dare to criticize Islam publicly or make humor on the backs of their prophet Muhammad, are certainly threatening to kill or assassinate (Theo Van Gogh, it tells you something?)

4) Every day in the media, the pope is criticized without any restraint, ridiculed, and often caricatured as a delayed intellectual, for his apparently retrograde positions on almost all aspects of morality. To my knowledge, neither he nor his followers have never threatened to kill anyone in retaliation.

5) A Muslim country prosperous, democratic, progressive and respectful of human rights, it is not simply nowhere in 2011 (a little interesting link http://www.josephfacal.org/un-vent freedom-of-/ # comments ). And do not tell me about the UAE or Saudi Arabia, they are rich to overflowing, but no respect for human rights (a woman did not even have the right to drive a car).

To conclude, little question: are there on earth, a powerful Muslim lobby, structured, which lists and publicly condemned, in a clear and systematic, a terrorist attack posed by so-called Muslim extremists? On a reputation comparable to Al Qaeda? If you know one, please, please let me know ...

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"Waouffff Here we go, Peter Bergson and partying and leave waste ground. These are really crass, they do not think that come spring, the snow is gone but not their harm. I'm going to bite their buttocks not it! "

© Delphinium January 2011

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"Waouffff, it's nice to make snowshoes but it's tiring ... I'll rest a little. Thanks for your understanding. "

PS Thanks to all for your colorful commentary, it's good to laugh.

© Delphinium January 2011

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2011

My best wishes to you all.
2011, a year with its joys and sorrows, certainly, but there is always hope that shines somewhere, like this flower I offer you today.
I embrace you and my thoughts are with you.

© Delphinium January 2011

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Good wishes

Thanks to all those who have been here during the year 2010. I do not have time to spend with each of you but there is little message to wish you a happy holiday season. The
wishes for the new year will follow in due course.
Hugs to all.

© Delphinium December 2010

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Merry Christmas!

It's true that Christmas is a special celebration. It is a usual family gathering, embellished with a sumptuous meal and an avalanche of gifts (which in a large proportion used to distract and to collect dust) lying under a tree full of colorful lights and decorations. It is the perfect opportunity to revisit those we love remote 51 weeks per year, the oldest, as babies. It's the perfect time designated where a majority of Quebecers do their annual visit to the small church. A church with which they maintain a strictly traditional link (Ti-Jesus in the manger with the ox and the ass, come to bring peace on earth, Gory! Glory! Hallelujah! That's about where it stops ...). All this, of course, in a warm and festive, safe, and often alcoholic wish seasoned and saucy jokes stupid in the extreme.

Yes it is true that Christmas is a very special celebration. That's a party where several social pressure can become almost unbearable. When the bank account is empty and credit cards are "loadées" the cap, it only remains to write his name on a list to expect to receive a basket of hope or maybe some gifts that will not choose yourself. It is a time of the year when you feel so miserable to be poor and unable to offer a laptop or an X Box to his children, the sham's Eve December 24 meeting could degenerate into shouting and insults (especially if mom and dad had the foresight to freeze their sentences with the bottle of rum). The time has therefore tailored to convince himself that has nothing to waxing or other of the birth of ti-Jesus in the manger and his hope for humanity. It was like that last year, why would it change next year?

Absolutely, Christmas is wonderful. Across the world, millions of believers, persecuted or free, rich or poor, emphasize with joy the birth of Jesus of Nazareth, without necessarily giving or receiving anything. One whose Jewish prophets of the Old Testament had announced the arrival of hundreds of years in advance. The Messiah, the Lamb of God, pure and undefiled, who took upon Himself the divine punishment for the sins of all mankind. It's the perfect time for every believer to question deeply what would be his current existence, what would be his forever, without this undeserved gift that God gave to anyone willing to receive ... Yes, it's a time when a year ends, with its trials and its painful moments of intense joy that have transformed our personality and strengthened our values.

Without condemn anyone, because having myself part of the groups described in paragraphs one and two, I prefer by far to date, the group's third paragraph. I am proud and grateful to be a Christian ...

Merry Christmas everyone!

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In a time of rejoicing, I found myself repeatedly distressed at the thought not to meet Father Christmas fateful day of 25 December.

Busy in my work, shopping, celebrations with friends, the many aperitifs and dinners, I felt that my body is tired and tired of all this noise and all those lights.

But one day, strolling in a beautiful city this planet, I looked at the sky and saw a little red man that made me a wink. I turned to the friend who accompanied me and asked if she saw the same thing as me. She looked surprised, said no and told me I was still dreaming.

I blinked again, but he was always there, smiling, wagging his beard gently in the breeze that smelled of snow. Beside him stood a small tree that smelled of resin. Farther sparkled blue stars while we were in the day. And a merry extravaganza included this pretty picture. I felt tingling in the cheeks, heard voices whispering to me fafardets ear rhymes of old, and the waltz of the angels suddenly rang at the street corner. In a split second, I saw the procession together all these wonderful people and their leader, the great white bear dressed in his red cape sublime.

my heart I felt elated and my eyes lit up like a child. Then I remembered the arrival of Father Christmas at home, at home, when I was about to wait surrounded by my two older brothers, in their bedroom door closed. I heard shots hit the door, a great rustling of papers, stifled laughter, great excitement. I heard the sweet voice of my grandpa who greeted Santa Claus, asking for news of his big world tour and I sensed the friendly handshake between two men. The minutes dragged on and my heart raced. Then when my Dad called the door to get us all out, I ran towards the large tree that sat in our living room and I saw that Santa was well spent there. The gifts piled up near the bright crib, baby Jesus smiled at me and I screamed with joy. The door Input was closing slowly, candles diffused a soft glow, I felt the exciting smells of the forest and the more light colored paper surrounding the so beautiful gifts. And the big tree that my Dad brought back from the sublime millennial forest near the pasture I hugged prickles tearing myself screaming with joy.

space of a moment in this big city lights, I felt all this, tears of gratitude came into my eyes and I thanked my parents whispered and my family me had offered such beautiful Christmas. I watched friends occupied before the windows, and I declined again Earth, floating gently after my golden parachute to land on the cold paving stones, happy to have seen the wink of the old man red with a white beard.

perky I left, convinced that really, Father Christmas exists for those who keep a child's soul.


PS Dear friends, I leave you carte blanche on this message to let your imagination on the previous post, there were strange people who came to talk to me, you bring them back and participate in this sweet dream. And thank you

thank you to my lady Northern HPY, who just award prizes. Christmas has come earlier. :-)

© Delphinium December 2010

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Under the white flakes falling from a sky lit up, I saw reindeer on skis, pressed several Santas, elves busy, plump snowmen, polar bears embracing, mocking trolls, fairies twinkling beauty, hinds and stags wrapped up, a whole flock of children twirling. This procession was advancing to the sound of a fanfare unlikely gathering all animals of the ancient forest and whose leader, a great white bear wearing a red cape sublime, gesticulating and whistling a sprightly air. All this small world slid towards the large white fir, charged with golden balls, colorful gifts, a beautiful procession of Advent.
Under the tree, lived an entire city, bringing together all people, young and old, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Star and the promise of a bright future.

And my nose is twirling with delight, felt the scent of gingerbread, the smell of biscuits, a breath of cinnamon. On my cheek, my favorite pixie left a sweet kiss and a blinking short time, I saw the promise of a savior and kings millennia at his feet.

I do not think I have dreamed, or if so, a little. Yet on my cheek is the imprint of a kiss and my heart broken hopes that the band continue to play the waltz of the angels.

© Delphinium December 2010

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Pastors how? Rich?

On 17 November, written by Marie-Claude Malboeuf, La Presse published an article on the salaries of evangelical pastors in Quebec. From the outset, with a title of all that is more objective, "Pastors rich," Ms. Malboeuf tells us that the pastor's highest-paid Quebec wins the title of courtesy rich because that it earns between $ 80,000 and $ 120,000 per year. I have a qualifier for this kind of article peddler of useless information as hollow, and that looks that the department income and those who pay the salary of the pastor: gutter journalism. A pastor who leads a church of 3,500 members with 88 employees under his charge, can easily be compared to any corporate officer of equivalent size. Mucha know a worse one another CEO with so much responsibility that earns less than that? Titus news: It no longer exists in 2010, and is quite normal.

Simon Durivage win three if not four times that salary, and in the media world, all agree that earns a good living, to the point line. Nobody would write that he is rich, nobody! It is rich pastor who earns $ 120,000 and works besides his hours? With two children, a wife, a mortgage and a car payment? Make me laugh and sweat my fleet ....

But the opportunity was too tempting for the media. Some guys with a title of pastor suspected of defrauding their small congregation, and this is the opportunity to demonstrate to the populace in Quebec than in the middle of the Gospel, it never seems far from practical Suspicious disguised telethon. At least the tabloids, they do not form in a half measure by hiding the private parts with a fig leaf, their superficiality el cheapo deluxe is complete and accepted.

The article as such has nothing defamatory notice. Nor is it filled with falsehoods. No. But again, the title gives us a clear indication of intent. Just a title like that way, but perfectly representative of what the media in general think of the Evangelical Church. Just a little way, to help maintain this incorrigible prejudice that says that a man of God, Quebec point out, must be poor and dependent on the charity of others for something else in the feet in winter godasses of gaps.

We are a very small people sometimes ...

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there was what, a month? I remember clearly the furious indignation of politicians in power, when the Maclean's has dared write the first page that Quebec was the most corrupt province in Canada. The poor author of the article was systematically planted by each reporter by which he bravely agreed to grant an interview. This morning, those same journalists have almost want to apologize to that yesterday was a dark moron in the pay of the canadians anti-Quebec, and in addition , here they to claim body and cries a commission of inquiry into the corruption that plagues our proud and beautiful province. is crazy like the wind rapidly changing times. Not?

But it would be nice to stretch a commission of inquiry until death and subsequent reincarnation, one would never know whether we are indeed the province more corrupt ... and how important it might be anyway? If we deserve the Palme d'Or, be assured that another province (take your pick!) We heated the rash very closely in second place. I have already addressed a similar issue in another article on the scandals of the Montréal municipal government and the trial for fraud brought against Lise Thibault, former Governor General of Quebec ( http://lecoeurouvert.blogspot.com/2009/10/celui-par-qui-le-scandale-arrive.html ). As I write these lines, more than 100,000 citizens have signed an online petition demanding the resignation of Prime Minister Jean Charest, just that my man! For my part, I refuse to sign a petition that requires not only resigned but also demand a moratorium on the exploitation of shale gas. Québec solidaire, unable ... gogauche too much for my taste.

That said, I think our Prime Minister gone too far in turning a deaf ear, repeating until we be knocking the police do their work and that arrests are expected. Yeah, all you want Mr. Premier, but also a rotten system, with many ramifications and tentacles of the Mafia, it does not throw himself on the floor with some arrests. You know better than me, sir, for a system so rotten, even after the ground it continues to rebel against spitting fire from its nostrils and biting the feet of all the brave knights brave enough away approach. So your little police investigation, Mr. Premier, to the point where it is, it serves only a small thing in my humble opinion Citizen: avoid the vomit of the dragon do splashes, finally ... you and your friends party so to speak.

The population is not so fooled. People know perfectly well that corruption is everywhere for many moons and moons and a commission of inquiry will certainly not solve everything. But when the rot goes back to this point at the surface and we are forced to breathe and walk in ankle deep the least we would get out the hose and brushes for cleaning not good shot? Not according to our Prime Minister appears there.

Nothing is simple in politics. I would not trade my position against any politician, even at the municipal level. But the lack of courage of the Liberal Party contributes unnecessarily increase the already immense cynicism in the population. Finally, I just spark your thinking with the question: What is the first thought that comes to mind paying taxes when he heard the Minister of Finance announced an increase next driver's license to compensate for the shortfall in the next budget for road infrastructure??

I leave you the choice of epithets and expletives ....

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Sun solitary
lake and sky embrace happily
Hope stealth

I dedicate this message to my lady North (lady HPY), which publishes every day for a very long time. As many of you, she follows me regularly, with a touch of wisdom and humor that I love. This image, even if it is a lake, no doubt remind him that she loves the sea so much.

© Delphinium November 2010

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Confusion?? God bless America

For those who do not read the language of Shakespeare, here's basically what the neon sign says:

"The blood of Jesus against Obama . On November 4, 2008, history was made illegally

elect a Muslim president Taliban U.S.: Hussein. "

And if I told you that this picture was posted on the Twitter site of Sarah Palin?!? I believe at least a little joker has managed to crack his password, it is with permission that such photo would be posted from his account. I do not pretend to have what it takes to advise Palin politically, but she makes the spokesman of a reactionary religious right more often than thought, it all goes way too far.

Is she insinuating that it is agree with this statement or does she just give us some idea of the distorted perception What our Christian brothers from the center of the United States Barack Obama (you will understand that such displays do not easily find the ground floor of a church in New York)? In one case as in the other, I find this sad and politically clumsy tactics. I do not want to do the Sarah Palin bashing apply like everyone else to do for two years. Laugh if you like, but I likes me this bonnefemme. I love her for her drive and for his uncommon courage. I do not know the purity of his motives to serve his country, but let him what he deserves, it has more than coui .... that many types of my acquaintance (including me!).

Even the establishment of his own party is afraid. Because they are afraid that things are going now, it is in an excellent position to win the Republican nomination for the election of 2012. It scared them a boundless sheet because if she were to win this nomination, it will be Sarah vs. Barack for the presidency in 2012, and there the Republicans suspect although they may bite the dust and choking. ..

Yes, I like Sarah Palin and her style of Alaskan grizzly with a stick hockey between the teeth but against Barack Obama, I'm afraid that Sarah would become the sockeye in the mouth of the black bear. Why? Precisely because of the kind of philosophy behind the decision to post a picture like you see above. There is still a limit to the demagoguery and populism. You see, the majority of American voters do not buy this fable of Taliban Muslim elected illegally and unless a miracle Sarah Palin rises to the level of an intellectual like Hilary Clinton, how will it to compete against the argument as strong as a refined Barack Obama?

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So now that our neighbor to the south to the polls for the midterm election. This election is to win a majority in the Senate, the House of Representatives, as well as the positions of governors in 37 states. For those of you who know nothing of American politics and who are struggling in addition to follow the policy of our "best country in the world, rest assured, this post will not be a policy course. However, for you to enjoy a minimum, take a few seconds with me to absorb some basic info, it's quite simple you see.

Essentially, any U.S. policy based on a two-party system (two parts), the Democrats, generally more liberal and Republicans more conservative. You guessed it, Barack Obama is indeed a Democrat, while before him, George Bush was the perfect archetype of the bellicose Republican, Conservative, near the Christian right, but still closer to the Texan cowboy hat, owners wells of black gold. By the way, all agree that George Bush will go down in history as the president of a government among the darkest and most incompetent in the history of contemporary America and the decadent and murderous mess of Iraq war should be enough to convince you.

So to States, any elected politician (senator, governor, representative, president) is a Republican or Democrat, it does not come out! But that is eaten on the plate left or right, a phenomenon also still deeply sad and ridiculous to deteriorate from year to year: the manipulation of truth to end partisan. Neither side is immune. The ultimate goal: destroy the other vied. The real truth? An obstacle to the functioning of a good campaign ! Yes sir! Your opponent is strong in terms of previous economic achievements? Find him a mistress, a history of joint smoked 14 years, but mostly anything, drown the fish and short-circuit at any price the dissemination of any positive news regarding the man to beat. And if ever a journalist you expressed at a conference press, lie grace! Invent a sentence that would seem blow beautifully in a headline, like "The candidate would plan Pellerin in the shadow of triple property tax! "Your sources? Top level but confidential for security reasons.

Listen, the problem is so deep that a prominent newspaper in Tampa Bay, St. Petersburgh Times, has established an independent, Politifact, which has as Mission scrutinize each report balanced U.S. election campaigns. Their work is so rigorous, they have won the Pulitzer Prize in 2009. Their conclusion so far in the campaign? The candidates of both stripes are paying their tithe to the truth: 10% of what comes out of their mouth is true. The remaining 90% lies, crushing facts, failure to disclose certain details that could swing public opinion ... and come what may ...

If you have a little bit following the last Canadian federal campaigns, you'll notice that the way to smear the other quietly also nest here, a Ocean coast. Remember how Harper's Conservatives have attacked the credibility of Stephane Dion, for example. Mean stuff man!

When such dishonesty sweat of our future leaders, what can they expect from people when they try to convince citizens to be honest, transparent and honest ?

I'm sorry, but I intend to do everything possible to remain as straight possible, I no longer believe.

I leave you with these verses of hope (Rev. 21, 3, 4): And I heard a loud voice from heaven saying, Behold the tabernacle of God with men! He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people, and God himself will be with them. He will wipe every tear from their eyes and death will be no more, and there will be no more mourning or crying or pain, for the former things have passed away ...

Urges the return of Jesus!