Family wants answers after Quebec woman posts video begging for help in hospital, dies 2 days later

Article from CBC:

In video, Mireille Ndjomouo claims hospital staff were giving her penicillin despite allergy

Mireille Ndjomouo posted a video in visible distress from a hospital bed in Longueuil two days before her death. (Justice Pour Mireille Ndjomouo/Facebook)

The Quebec coroner is investigating the death of Mireille Ndjomouo, who posted a video on social media two days before she died claiming staff at a hospital on Montreal’s South Shore had ignored her allergies.

Ndjomouo, a 44-year-old single mother of three from Cameroon, posted a video to social media last Sunday.

She repeatedly said staff at Charles-Le Moyne Hospital in Longueuil had treated her with penicillin, even though she said they knew that she was allergic.

In the video, Ndjomouo begged anyone watching to help her get transferred to another hospital.

“Help me, I don’t want to die and leave my kids. I’m suffocating. I’m allergic to penicillin but then they injected me with penicillin, knowing full well that I’m allergic,” she said.

Ndjomouo repeatedly said in the video that she was having trouble breathing, had pain all through her body and that her stomach was swollen.

She also said she was injected with penicillin over the course of three days.

Ndjomouo said the injections stopped when a nurse noticed that her lips were swollen and said the reaction wasn’t normal.

After seeing the video online, members of the Cameroonian community in Montreal went to the hospital with Ndjomouo’s sister and arranged to have her transferred to the Jewish General Hospital.

Ndjomouo died there on Tuesday. The cause of her death is not yet known.

The regional health authority that oversees the Charles-Le Moyne Hospital, the CISSS de la Montérégie-Centre, told CBC in an email that it can’t comment on the case due to confidentiality, but did say that the quality department is looking into it.

The Jewish General Hospital would not give details about Ndjomouo, citing patient confidentiality.

On Saturday, friends of Mireille Ndjomouo held a demonstration outside the Charles-Le Moyne Hospital, demanding answers about what happened to her. (CBC)

On Saturday, friends and family of Ndjomouo held a demonstration outside of Charles-Le Moyne Hospital, demanding answers.

“She’s gone, but many questions still remain about what happened to her,” said Christine Ndjomouo, Mireille’s sister.

“I keep hearing her voice saying, ‘Come and save me. Come and save me, they’re going to kill me. I’m all puffed up. Get me out of here.’ That’s what I hear every day since it happened,” she said.

Christine said her sister lost faith in the personnel at the hospital and wanted to leave. She said it took five hours of negotiation before the hospital agreed to transfer her sister.

Friends have started an online fundraiser for the family, to help support Ndjomouo’s children and repatriate her body to Cameroon.


I’ve been meaning to post this for awhile. Weeks later there are still no answers, although a coroner is investigating. Canadians are often racist, but the Quebecois are notoriously racist/xenophobic.

If I had to venture a guess, I’d say this woman was deemed incompetent or an idiot because she had an accent, “funny” name, dark skin, and possibly wasn’t dressed in a western style. They therefore assumed they could disregard her claims about her own health since they knew better. The disregard is shocking, but unfortunately all too common.

Related: Joyce Echaquan Video

Residential School Survivors’ stories and experiences must be remembered as class action settlement finishes

Written by Cindy Hanson, Curtis J. Shuba, and Sidey Deska-Gauthier.

Article from MSN:

March 31 marks the conclusion of the largest class action settlement in Canada’s history. After 14 years, the Independent Assessment Process (IAP) — a compensation process established to resolve claims of serious physical, sexual or emotional abuse suffered at Indian residential schools — is officially over.

(William James Topley. Library and Archives Canada, C-015037) Students of the Metlakatla Indian Residential School, B.C.

Despite the fact that it collected claims from more than 38,000 Indian residential school survivors, the IAP remains relatively unknown.

The court-ordered destruction of IAP testimonies and records, the biased and superficial mainstream news media reports and the continued emphasis on compensation and costs ensure that if it is remembered, it will be through a colonial gaze.

This gaze represents the perspective through which the process is framed, what is explicitly valued or absent, and whose story is remembered: the colonial narrative is privileged and the Indigenous voice limited.

Our national study seeks to understand perspectives and the framing of the IAP to create public knowledge, in the wake of the destruction of records. The study analyzes government documents (Hansard Index, the traditional name of the transcripts of Parliamentary debates), national and Indigenous media, along with transcripts produced through interviews and focus groups with survivors, health support workers, adjudicators, judges and lawyers. The results presented here are preliminary.

A bit of background

Of the 38,000 survivors who applied to the IAP, almost 27,000 attended adjudications — an out-of-court process. The adjudication gave survivors the opportunity to tell their story of abuse to an adjudicator and government representative, with optional supports including a lawyer, health support worker, elder, translator or family. The fate of the records and testimonies from these hearings — 800,000 documents — was decided by the Supreme Court of Canada in 2017.

The court upheld the position of the Indian Residential School Adjudication Secretariat, the body responsible for administering the IAP, that the testimonies would be destroyed unless individual survivors decided to claim or share their records. Currently only a handful of survivors have requested their transcripts or offered to make (sometimes redacted) versions publicly accessible through the National Centre for Truth and Reconciliation (NCTR). In 2027, any remaining survivor testimonies and records will be destroyed.

In January 2020 an Ontario Superior Court ruling blocked the creation of static reports. These included information the secretariat gathered during the IAP about variables like the child’s age and sex, particularities of residential schools, types of abuses and community impacts. The case was appealed by the NCTR and the Ontario Court of Appeal’s judgment is pending.

Coverage of the IAP: Colonial and wanting

Media coverage of the IAP is sparse. Preliminary results of our study reveal a focus on the trials and tribulations of a bureaucratic process that attempted to combine class action law with reconciliation-based gestures. Lost in this narrative is the survivors’ lived experiences within the IAP and a critical evaluation of the IAP’s overarching goals: healing and reconciliation.

Through our study, “Reconciling Perspectives and Building Public Memory: Learning from the Independent Assessment Process,” we established factors that played key roles in healing: giving testimony, and supporting, believing and validating the survivors. This perspective was largely forgotten by the media and instead reports often focused on the credibility of survivors’ claims of abuse, financial compensations and court cases. It was, however, acknowledged in the IAP’s final report.

(Bud Glunz/Library and Archives Canada, PA-134110) Cree students sit in class at All Saints Indian Residential School in Lac La Ronge, Sask., in March 1945.

The dominant narrative conflated success of the IAP with compensation. For example, the secretariat reported success when the claimant garnered a cash settlement (89 per cent success rate with an average of $91,000 in compensation). And although compensation metrics are certainly one indicator of success, the experiences of survivors telling their stories are key to considering the IAP’s larger goals.

The defensive posture of the federal government recently surfaced. An independent review of claims (specifically those from St. Anne’s Indian Residential School) was recently announced following critiques by survivors and public officials like former senator Murray Sinclair and MP Charlie Angus.

Elected officials in the House of Commons had an opportunity to contribute to public memory based on meaningful reconciliation, but it was largely swept away in partisan politics. Looking at Hansard Index debates from 2004-19, we found the IAP was discussed only 28 times.

The significance of Indian residential school abuses, the damage the system did to families and communities, the litigation and compensation settlements that came after the IAP can only be fully comprehended within Canada’s long history of denial of Indigenous human and gender rights.

The move from explicit systems of violence to concealed structures of domination cannot be mistaken for reconciliation. We must examine the ways in which Indigenous rights are both explicitly and implicitly advanced or denied: this was highlighted in an earlier IAP study that found that although residential schools taught girls domestic tasks, unpaid work caring for children was not acknowledged or compensated in the IAP model.

Remembering for a common future

We fear additional tragedies are inevitable without abundant data regarding abuse factors, or intergenerational and community impacts. These data add a quantifiable dimension to the horrors of residential schools and remind us of the consequences of racist public policy. Such policy is not just about the individuals impacted; it affects the consciousness of collectives and communities.

Public records are valuable for understanding how public memory is created, and who is directing its narrative. Unless attention is paid to the ways in which the media and Canada continue to decentre Indigenous voices and experiences the colonial gaze will endure.

How residential schools and the IAP are remembered is not only relevant to Canada’s identity but for government-Indigenous and public-Indigenous relations, now and into the future.

This article is republished from The Conversation under a Creative Commons license. Read the original article.


Of course we have the ol’ caker method of refusing to collect data in order to deny facts, whitewash history, and prohibit later necessary action. Now throw in the destruction of critical evidence and testimonies under the guise of “privacy” for individuals. Not even statistical data is allowed to be collected, proving how hollow privacy claims are.

Naturally no individuals or entities are prosecuted or publicly held to account, it is the mere giving of money to shut people up. Of course these survivors deserve compensation for their suffering, but how telling the behavior is – cutting cheques for absolution, while doing nothing else.

The Highest Suicide Rate in the World

(Article by Helen Epstein for The New York Review)

“Sam was making toast at around 6 AM when he noticed the slit of light beneath the bathroom door. Minutes passed, but no one seemed to be moving inside and no one came out. In a dream that night, his wife, Maureen, had heard someone calling their daughter Sarah’s name, and she knew what had happened as soon as Sam shook her awake. Clinging to the wall, she approached the bathroom. And then she saw Sarah hanging in the shower stall, dead at age seventeen.

The girl, Maureen told me, had just come back from visiting relatives in another village and had spent the previous afternoon sorting through clothes she wanted to give away. Then the family settled down to butcher and eat a seal—raw, in the traditional Inuit way—on a piece of cardboard on the sitting room floor. Afterward, Sarah put on some makeup and went out. She’d just broken up with an older boyfriend of whom her parents did not approve, but they’d had so many fights about it that Maureen didn’t dare ask where she was going.

If Nunavut, the semi-autonomous Canadian territory that is home to roughly 28,000 indigenous Inuit people, were an independent country, it would have the highest suicide rate in the world. The suicide rate in Greenland, whose population is mostly Inuit, is 85 per 100,000; next highest is Lithuania, at 32 per 100,000. Nunavut’s rate is 100 per 100,000, ten times higher than the rest of Canada and seven times higher than the US. When I visited Nunavut’s capital, Iqaluit, in July, virtually every Inuit I met had lost at least one relative to suicide, and some recounted as many as five or six family suicides, plus those of friends, coworkers, and other acquaintances. Three people in my small circle of contacts lost someone close to them to suicide during my nine-day visit. Acquaintances would direct my attention to passers-by on the street: “his older brother too,” “his son.” Almost one third of Nunavut Inuit have attempted suicide, and most Inuit I met confided, without my asking, that they had done so at least once.

Two recent books, Too Many People: Contact, Disorder, Change in an Inuit Society, 1822–2015 by Willem Rasing and The Return of the Sun: Suicide and Reclamation Among Inuit of Arctic Canada by Michael Kral, trace the origins of the suicide crisis in Nunavut to the mid-twentieth century, when these traditionally nomadic people moved off the land into towns. Until then, suicide was rare, and among young people, almost unknown.

The Inuit migrated across the Bering Land Bridge from what is now Siberia and in 1000 AD settled in what is now northeastern Canada. In the long winter darkness, the wind is so strong that blowing snow can draw blood from exposed skin, and the temperature sometimes plunges to–60º Fahrenheit. In summer, swarms of mosquitoes can exsanguinate a caribou. Nothing grows except berries, moss, and wildflowers, so the Inuit hunted seals, fish, birds, polar bears, caribou, walruses, and whales. They made houses from snow, skins, and moss, and wore fur clothes sewn with sinew threads and needles carved from slivers of walrus bone. They constructed dogsleds from antlers, with frozen fish wrapped in sealskin for runners, and ingenious eye-slit goggles carved from caribou bones that protected them from the blinding light reflected off the snow.

But the Inuits’ most remarkable innovation may have been in the realm of interpersonal relations. Until the arrival of missionaries in the late nineteenth century, they had no written language, so all that is known of their culture before that time comes from the observations of explorers and ethnographers and the memories of older Inuit passed down through generations. These sources all agree that traditional Inuit society was remarkably peaceful and free of discord among them.

“The different families appear always to live on good terms with each other,” wrote the British explorer Sir William Parry, who spent eight months among the Inuit of Baffin Island beginning in 1821. “The more turbulent passions which…usually create such havoc in the world, seem to be very seldom excited in the breasts of these people.” Inuit children were “affectionate, attached, and obedient,” concurred Sir John Ross, who arrived a few years later. “These people had attained that perfection of domestic happiness which is so rarely found any where.” If conflicts did arise, wrongdoers would be counseled by their elders, and if that didn’t work, singing duels would be organized in which the disaffected parties would defuse tension by making fun of each other.

Today, homicide, domestic violence, child abuse, vandalism, and alcoholism—as well as suicide—are tragically common among the Inuit. The weekend I arrived in Iqaluit, population 7,740, there was one murder and four fires, three of which had been set deliberately. A brawling couple, the man bleeding from his head, the woman hurling abuse at him, nearly reeled into me in a shop one afternoon. A teacher told me that angry children have been known to throw furniture around the classroom. According to Rasing, over half the population uses drugs, mostly marijuana, but also stronger substances, including anything sniffable: starter fluid, spray paint, nail polish, and gasoline.

Most Inuit are law-abiding shop assistants, artists, government officials, and so on, but the relatively high rates of violence against property, the self, and others perpetrated by a minority of them raise urgent questions about what befell this once strong and peaceful culture. Everyone agrees the trouble started in the 1950s, but there is considerable disagreement between the Canadian government and most Inuit as to exactly what happened and why.

The Canadian government maintains that during the late nineteenth century, many Inuit came to depend in part on money from the fur trade, which enabled them to purchase commodities like flour, sugar, guns, and knives, even as they maintained their traditional nomadic lifestyle. The collapse of the fur trade during the Great Depression, along with a cyclical decline in game populations, led to hardship, including cases of hunger and starvation. Many Inuit also succumbed to tuberculosis, measles, and other infectious diseases introduced by contact with whites. Patients were airlifted to hospitals in southern Canada, where they were sometimes confined for months or years and had no contact with their families. Some never returned.

The Canadian public demanded humanitarian intervention, so the government constructed houses for the Inuit around the old trading posts in the 1950s and 1960s. Clinics, schools, government offices, and shops were built, and some Inuit were employed as fishermen, clerks, cleaners, garbage collectors, and cooks; others received state welfare. By the late 1960s, virtually all Inuit had moved into towns.

Most Inuit look back very differently on this period. Their version begins shortly after World War II, when the US and Canada jointly established a line of radar stations across the Arctic in order to spy on the Soviets and monitor the skies for potential attacks via the North Pole. The Canadian government, keen to prevent the US from claiming sovereignty over this potentially mineral- and natural gas–rich area, hastily established towns and forced the Inuit to settle in them. Older Inuit told me they remember armed police officers arriving at their camps unannounced and ordering everyone to leave. Sled dogs—even healthy ones—were slaughtered before their owners’ eyes.

“One family I know was sitting in their house in town when the RCMP [Royal Canadian Mounted Police] showed up and shot all their dogs,” said Alice, who collected testimonies for an Inuit- initiated inquiry into the dog killings. “They even shot under the crawlspace, right below where the family was sitting.”

The government concedes that thousands of Inuit children, some as young as five, were sent to boarding, or “residential,” schools, where they were cut off from their families, given Christian names and ID numbers, punished for speaking their native Inuktitut language, required to wear Western clothes, and taught a Canadian curriculum that had no relevance to the world they’d been born into. Many were also beaten and raped by their teachers. Some went to the schools willingly, but many reluctant parents, informed that if they didn’t send their children off, they’d be denied government welfare benefits or credit from fur traders, surrendered them in tears.

Memories of these horrors haunt the lives of older Inuit today. One elder told me she was terrified of the teachers at her residential school. When she was in third grade, she was asked to write the answer to the problem 5 x 3 on the blackboard. “I hadn’t even finished writing the number 12 when the teacher hit me so hard, I went flying across the room,” she said. Then he hit her again. He only stopped when he saw her nose was bleeding.

Across Canada, some 150,000 First Nations, Inuit, and other aboriginal children attended residential schools. Some did well, but thousands died from disease and hunger at a rate comparable to that of Canadian soldiers during World War II. The Canadian government has paid out over CAN$3 billion in compensation to tens of thousands of former students who suffered sexual or serious physical abuse in the schools. In a 2015 report by a truth and reconciliation commission that examined abuses in the residential schools, Canadian officials admitted that the schools’ effect on aboriginal cultures amounted to a form of genocide.

Inuit suicides remained rare while the worst of these abuses were underway. According to the University of Saskatchewan researcher Jack Hicks, who prepared a report on the subject, during the 1960s there was only one suicide in what is now Nunavut (once part of Canada’s Northwest Territories, it officially became a separate territory in 1999). But as the children of the people who lived through the move to the towns became teenagers in the 1980s, they began taking their own lives in huge numbers. In 1973, the suicide rate in Nunavut was 11 per 100,000 people, about the same as in the rest of Canada. By 1986, it had quadrupled, and by 1997 it had increased tenfold, to 100 per 100,000. Most of the increase was due to a rise in suicide among young people aged fifteen to twenty-four. In the early 2000s the suicide rate in this group peaked at 458 per 100,000; since then it has fallen to around 270 per 100,000. During this period the suicide rate among young Canadians in general remained below 20 per 100,000.

How is trauma transmitted from one generation to the next? How do our experiences affect the emotional lives of our children and grandchildren? The answer isn’t obvious. African slaves took their own lives in large numbers, especially on the ships en route to America and when they first arrived, but despite segregation, police brutality, mass incarceration, and other outrages, the suicide rate of African-Americans has been consistently lower than that of US whites since recordkeeping began in the 1930s. Jews in Nazi-occupied Europe also killed themselves in large numbers, inside and outside the concentration camps. But their children are no more likely to commit suicide than the children of Jews who lived outside Nazi-occupied lands at the time.

Certain groups, however, including Australian aborigines, New Zealand Maoris, and the Inuit of Alaska, Greenland, and Canada, along with some other Native American groups, are particularly prone to youth suicide, generation after generation. People in every society take their own lives for myriad reasons, and it’s obviously risky to generalize. Certainly, mental health issues such as depression, anxiety, substance abuse, and schizophrenia are important risk factors for suicide everywhere. But such disorders often have social causes, and it’s worth asking if there are any that might be responsible for the high suicide rates among these people.

One clue is that virtually all these groups lived until recently in small communities of one or a few extended families and then underwent a forced, rapid, and harrowing transition to modern life. Mastering technology—telephones, cars, computers, etc.—was easy, but psychological and emotional adaptation has been far more difficult. Both Rasing and Kral cover this transition in great detail, but fail to convey its emotional impact because, perhaps for reasons of confidentiality and scholarly reserve, their accounts of individual Inuit lives are brief and superficial. Their books contain many statistics, as well as convincing descriptions of abstract changes such as the “breakdown of…social control” and “the dynamics of Inuit social transformation,” but without personal stories, it’s hard to see what it was about these upheavals that led to such widespread mental turmoil.

For a deeper perspective on what might have happened, it’s helpful to turn to the anthropologist Jean Briggs’s remarkable 1970 monograph Never in Anger: Portrait of an Eskimo Family, one of the last firsthand accounts of presettlement Inuit life. Briggs suggests that the equanimity that so struck Parry and others was produced by patterns of thought and behavior, in particular consideration for others and a tendency to privilege the welfare of the group over the self, that may have been essential to Inuits’ survival on the land but could have made them especially vulnerable to emotional difficulties once they settled in towns.

In 1963 Briggs, then thirty-four, set out for Gjoa Haven, a trading post in what is now Nunavut, with the aim of studying the most remote Arctic community she could find. Previous anthropologists had documented Inuit material culture—how they hunted, built igloos, and made clothing—as well as their religious and cosmological beliefs. But Briggs was part of a school of anthropologists who maintained that just as different cultures had different music, foods, and rituals, they also expressed different repertoires of emotion. For seventeen months, Briggs lived with a man named Inuttiaq and his wife and children, pitching a tent beside theirs in the summer and sharing their igloo in the winter. At first, she worried about living in such close quarters with people whose culture was so different from hers, but like other observers, she was quickly beguiled and moved by the tranquility of Inuit domestic life: “The human warmth and peacefulness of the household, and the uncanny sensitivity of its members to unspoken wishes, created an atmosphere in which the privacy of my tent came to seem in memory a barren thing.”

This peaceful surface, Briggs would discover, was undergirded by a powerful system of emotional control and social regulation. Expressions of anger, shock, romantic ardor, and other strong feelings were all but absent from everyday life, except among very small children. One informant even denied that the Inuit language had a word for “hate”—although of course it does. Briggs’s host family’s oldest daughter was among the first children to attend a residential school. When she returned for the summer, she brought back horror stories of a “strange [white] world where people are always loud and angry…where they hit their children, let babies cry, kiss grown-ups, and make pets of dogs and cats.”

Children learned early how to manage their feelings, through what Briggs describes as a process of emotional weight training. Toddlers were indulged, doted on, and seldom disciplined, but they were also subject to joking questions from parents and other adults that must have been confusing and scary to them:

Why don’t you kill your baby brother?

Why don’t you die so I can have your nice new shirt?

Where’s your father? [to an adopted child]

Your mother’s going to die—look, she’s cut her finger—do you want to come live with me?

An adult would never ask such questions when a child was upset, and would stop and offer a hug at the first signs of distress. Briggs interpreted these exchanges as immunization against the offhand insensitivity of others and life’s ordinary misfortunes and disappointments. “Adults stimulate children to think by presenting them with emotionally powerful problems,” she wrote. The goal was emotional strength and rationality. In a harsh environment, mutual understanding and trust are essential to survival. An unhappy person is a dangerous one.

As Briggs would soon learn the hard way, everyone was on guard against the slightest increase in the emotional temperature. Her hosts were fox hunters who traded with whites in a town several days away by dogsled from their winter camp. Fried bread made from store-bought flour was a great delicacy, and one day, as Briggs was preparing some with the others, a piece of dough slipped off her knife and fell into the fire. “Damn!” she said under her breath.

Over the following days, weeks, and months, Briggs noticed a change in the family’s behavior. They came to visit her tent less often and left quickly when they did. They seemed even more solicitous than usual, as if she were afflicted with some sort of disease. They made sure she was warm and had enough to eat but didn’t invite her on fishing trips. Gradually, she realized that she was being ostracized, not just for the fried bread incident, but for other flashes of irritation, such as when Inuttiaq insisted on leaving the igloo doorway open, making it too cold for Briggs to type her fieldnotes.

Imagine the shock of these polite, dignified people when some RCMP officers killed their dogs and ordered them into the settlements, when some residential school teachers abused them, and other powerful qallunaats—as whites are known in the Inuktitut language—insulted and patronized them. Many of the residential school children, in particular, came back angry and alienated. The emotional training they’d received as toddlers was no match for the arrogance, insensitivity, and stupidity, let alone brutality, that they encountered in the qallunaat world. With no language to describe their hurt and loneliness, they turned away from their families.

The residential school student in the family Briggs lived with avoided her parents and tormented her little sister, deliberately stepping on her toes, snatching her toys, and making her cry. When asked to do something, she pretended to be deaf. As adults, a great many of the former residential school children resorted to alcohol to tame their emotional turmoil. Their children, raised in the 1970s and 1980s, largely escaped the residential schools, which were already being replaced with community schools. But their parents had never managed to come to terms with their own anger and grief, and were often drunk and violent. In this way, the first suicide generation was born, and their children in turn continue the trend.

For The Return of the Sun, Kral interviewed dozens of young Inuit men who had attempted suicide. Most told him that they tried to take their own lives after a fight with a romantic partner. Coroner reports from the 1990s also found that some 70 percent of suicides occurred after a romantic breakup and another 20 percent occurred while awaiting trial for an alleged crime—mostly break-ins and marijuana use. These ordinary predicaments occur everywhere. Why are Inuit youth who experience them so much more likely to resort to suicide?

“The theory I have is that [Inuit] who commit suicide are doing it to protect the community,” Bonnie, an Inuit government official, told me.

When we lived in small groups, we had a contract for survival. You lived for the collective, not for yourself. We’re in this together. Children are conditioned to be calm. If someone explodes, that person is a threat to everyone. Then [the one who explodes] thinks, “Everyone will be better off without me. I’m a problem because I can’t handle my emotions.” It’s hard to get that out of your head, because we’re conditioned not to be a burden to others.

There are no simple answers to the Nunavut suicide crisis. The penultimate chapter of The Return of the Sun describes a recreation center Kral helped establish with a group of young Inuit in the town where he did his research. He claims that while it operated, the number of suicides there fell to zero. Data from the coroner’s office cited by Jack Hicks indicate that this is not the case. Similarly, a 2005 ESPN feature claimed that the number of teen suicides in the Nunavut town of Kugluktuk also fell to zero after a visiting teacher launched a popular lacrosse team. In fact, there were twenty-one suicides among people aged 13–56 in Kugluktuk in the following decade. These communities are so small—average populations are around 1,500 each—that suicide rates may vary from year to year just because of chance. A high-suicide community may have no suicides at all for several years, creating a temporary illusion of success, even when the long-term trend is stable or increasing.

In 2017 the government of Nunavut launched a comprehensive suicide prevention strategy that includes mental health services, early childhood programs, community awareness programs, anti-bullying programs, youth centers, housing assistance, poverty reduction, crime and substance abuse prevention, and many other initiatives. Such multifaceted approaches have been shown to reduce suicides in other communities, such as the White Mountain Apaches in the US, and there’s every reason to believe that Nunavut’s new strategy will help.

Last winter, the local radio station in Iqaluit broadcast a call-in program on suicide. Alice, whose son Martin took his own life in 2018, called in to say that the community needed more counselors, and if there weren’t enough, then the people should just form their own support groups. “Talking is part of healing,” she told me. “People have been quiet for too long.” Alice herself had been sexually assaulted when she was seven—she didn’t discuss the circumstances—and believes she would have become a drunk on the street if not for the counseling she eventually received in her late twenties.

Other listeners phoned in to say they supported Alice’s idea. Elisapee Johnston, who works for the Embrace Life Council, a local NGO funded under the new suicide prevention strategy, was listening. She tracked Alice down, and the two women agreed to work together. In the spring, they launched a bereavement group that meets weekly at the Embrace Life Council’s office in downtown Iqaluit. Anyone who’s lost someone to suicide, or who is simply worried about it, is welcome. “Young people really need coping skills,” Alice insists, but getting people to turn up at meetings has been a challenge. “People come up and hug me on the street and say, ‘Thank you, thank you for all that you are doing,’ but only when they’re drunk.”

It’s just not the Inuit way to talk about yourself. Another Inuit elder told me that when her family’s dogs were killed, no one discussed it: “They must have been angry, but they didn’t show it.” For years, she’d taught elementary school but objected to elements of the Canadian curriculum. “I had to teach a kindergarten unit called ‘All About Me.’ In our culture, that age group is supposed to think about others.” An anthropologist I met told me she’d struggled to collect Inuit testimonies about trauma that filled more than half a page. Such modesty and discretion is refreshing in these self-oriented, tell-all times, but if people won’t talk about themselves, it’s hard to see how they’ll manage to make sense of their feelings.

Alice and Elisapee are not giving up. They can take heart from the experience of other traumatized groups, including African-Americans and the descendants of Holocaust survivors, who, though disproportionately subject to some mental health problems, have relatively low suicide rates. What enables them to endure? It’s worth noting that mourning, sharing experiences of personal suffering, and the ongoing search for a promised land are integral to the religions and cultures of both groups. So is the belief that anger is sometimes justified, and that living, hard as it may be sometimes, is also a form of defiance.”

Remember When? … #airindiabombing

Remember When is a new series of posts where we take a look back at some of the funny, bizarre and downright disturbing incidents in Canada’s past.

Since cakers like to judge everyone else (particularly Americans) and point out their historic wrong-doings, it’s time to take a mirror to these incompetent hypocrites. Enjoy!

Loss of Faith: How The Air India Bombers Got Away With Murder

From Amazon:

“On June 23, 1985, Canada found itself on the international terrorism map when two bombs built in B.C. detonated within an hour of each other on opposite sides of the world, killing 329 men, women, and children.

Canadian Sikh separatists, upset at the Indian government for attacking their religion’s holiest shrine, the Golden Temple, were immediately suspected by the RCMP of perpetrating the worst act of aviation terrorism before Sept. 11, 2001. But while police agencies scrambled to infiltrate a close-knit immigrant community and collect evidence against the suspects, the Canadian Security Intelligence Service was destroying taped telephone calls between the same people the RCMP was investigating.

For years those at the centre of the terrorist plot tried to protect their dark secret. Two Sikh newspaper publishers who overheard an alleged confession by one of the bombers were assassinated. Other potential witnesses were threatened and intimidated. Journalists who wrote about the suspects were targeted by death threats and harassment. The suspects founded charities and participated in political parties, attending fundraising dinners for premiers and prime ministers. And the families of the victims fought to be recognized for their unimaginable loss as the result of an act of terrorism plotted in Canada. When charges were finally laid against three Sikh separatists, the families believed justice was almost theirs. But their faith was shaken when one suspect pleaded guilty to manslaughter and got a five-year sentence for more than three hundred deaths.

The Air-India trial judge spoke in his ruling of the “the senseless horror” of the bombings. He called the plot “a diabolical act of terrorism” with “roots in fanaticism at its basest and most inhumane level.” He then acquitted Sikh leaders Ripudaman Singh Malik and Ajaib Singh Bagri on all charges, leaving the victims’ families reeling and the biggest case in Canadian history officially unsolved.

Kim Bolan is an award-winning investigative reporter who has covered the Air-India bombing case since the day Flight 182 went down off the coast of Ireland. Her work on the Air-India story has taken her to Punjab five times over the last twenty years where she met with militant Sikh separatist leaders and victims of the violence. She also followed Air-India mastermind Talwinder Singh Parmar to Pakistan before his 1992 slaying and chased down other suspects in England and across Canada. But she faced the most danger at home in Vancouver where the stories she uncovered about the Air-India case led to a series of death threats against her.”

Terrorists? Bombings? Destroying evidence and tapes? Assassinations? Murderers rubbing shoulders with politicians? A five year sentence for killing hundreds of people? Wow, this is India – right? Nope this is good ol’ British Columbia, Canada!

(Welcome to B.C. … also known as Bring Cash or Be Corrupt.)

So why don’t Canadians ever discuss the Air India Bombing? Why do they know so little about it? Why doesn’t anyone care? Questions asked by a piece in The Tyee:

“All 329 people on board Air India Flight 182 on June 23, 1985, 33 years ago today, were killed, including 280 citizens or permanent residents of Canada.

They were lost to a bomb that exploded while their plane was in Irish airspace, en route from Canada to India. The bomb had been planted in Canada in an act of terror planned by extremists allegedly advocating for a separate Sikh state in the Punjab.

It was Canada’s worst mass murder, yet it is barely remembered in this country.

Today, Canadians commonly regard the bombing as an Indian tragedy, or at most an Indo-Canadian tragedy. They typically dwell on the terrorism, but rarely on the grief and hardship of fathers, mothers, wives, husbands, children, friends and neighbours left behind.

Why hasn’t this tragedy claimed a prominent place in Canadian history and public memory? Some now call it Canada’s 9/11, but until the attack in New York City some 16 years later, they didn’t call it much at all.

The Canadian families of the dead wonder year after year why no one but them seems to care, or why their grief is seen as less worthy than that of others who are more openly taken into the nation’s heart.

The answer is simple: Canada hides from the truth. No doubt racism is involved (they’re less “Canadian” being brown or immigrants) but much more than that – Canada never acknowledges its corruption, rot, or hypocrisy. To do so would involve honesty and then efforts to change … Canadians prefer to ignore, whitewash or deny. Ignoring facts is easy, action is difficult.

The controversy would rear its ugly head again with the election of Jagmeet Singh as NDP leader. He was asked questions about one of the suspects (considered a leader in the conspiracy but never found guilty due to insufficient evidence) and in typical Canadian style there were no straight answers, whining about “racism” and absolutely nothing constructive accomplished or discovered.

From The Georgia Straight:

“Not long after Jagmeet Singh was elected NDP leader, he sat down for an interview with the CBC’s Terry Milewski in early October….

Given Milewski’s history covering this story, it shouldn’t come as a huge surprise that he asked the new NDP leader if he would denounce Parmar—who’s been glorified as a Sikh martyr at the Dasmesh Darbar gurdwara in Surrey.

Singh, a baptized Sikh who wears a turban, replied that “we need to make sure that the investigation results in a conviction of someone who is actually responsible”.

And for a few days, there was a media and social-media firestorm over Milewski’s question, Singh’s answer, and the CBC journalist’s subsequent tweet…

Critics of Milewski said he would never ask this question of a white political leader. Singh himself called the question “offensive”, saying any Canadian would denounce anyone held responsible for terrorism.

Milewski’s defenders, on the other hand, said it was a legitimate question to ask of a man who wanted to become prime minister…

… Then there’s Jagmeet Singh, a trained criminal defence lawyer who says he would like to see convictions before commenting on who’s responsible. And as long as Singh maintains this position, he can expect to be roasted periodically by those who utterly reject that proposition and insist that it’s been proven that Parmar was the mastermind.

The Air India bombing occurred more than 30 years ago and at this stage, it appears unlikely that anyone else will be charged.

But it still has the potential to play a role in the 2019 federal election. This is particularly true if Singh’s point of view comes under criticism from his Liberal and Conservative opponents, senior Canadian journalists, former B.C. premier Dosanjh, and relatives of deceased passengers.

The Air India bombing still matters for a multitude of reasons, especially for the painful losses endured by so many Canadian families. Many of them were appalled by Josephson’s court ruling in the case involving Malik and Bagri and these relatives likely won’t stay silent about a potential prime minister who refuses to condemn Parmar.”

Singh changed his tune after the backlash, from the CBC:

After having expressed some doubts, NDP Leader Jagmeet Singh said today he accepts the Air India inquiry’s conclusion that Talwinder Singh Parmar was the mastermind behind the deadly mid-air bombing that killed hundreds of Canadians — and he thinks it’s inappropriate for some Sikhs to glorify Parmar by displaying his photo.

Despite his more recent statement, there will now always be some who wonder if he harbors terrorist sympathies since he couldn’t simply spit this out at the beginning. Telling sign or rookie mistake?

Post Script:

It’s got everything one would expect: a belief that terrorism couldn’t happen in ‘magical Canada’, and incompetence by CSIS and the RCMP. (In fairness to CSIS it was a new organization, nonetheless it’s doubtful results would have been different otherwise.)

As you reach the middle of the book it gets to be a slog reading about these odious thugs terrorizing the community, murdering people, and scamming the government out of millions of dollars. Towards the end it’s also difficult to read about them getting away with mass murder.

This has all the hallmarks of a classic Canadian story: racism, incompetence, corruption, and of course no change or improvement after thirty years. Did anyone expect anything less?

Best of SAC

From the blog “Shit About Canada“. My favorite anti-caker blog!


BC: The Strange Tale of Amor De Cosmos

British Columbia continued (195b)

Alberta: Bubbles in the Badlands

Saskatchewan: the ‘special’ child

Manitoba: fuck it

Northern Ontario: The Boreal Failure

Newfoundland & Labrador: sinking like a rock

New Brunswick: the Fiefdom

Prince Edward Island: Grim

Nova Scotia: the Wreck

Continued fun …

Heavy Metal Blunder (Grassy Narrows)

Incredulous Canada (Scamming migrants)

Broadband Blues (Internet)

The Cost of Caker Business (Tax avoidance)

Good Things Grow in Ontario (Hydro)

The Stupidest Things …  (Canadians are cheeseballs)

Chemical Valley  (Ontario pollution, incompetence)

Channel Surfing (CBC)

Getting Schooled (Canadian denial)

When Canada murdered a bunch of puppies  (self explanatory title)

Great Success with Market Solutions! (god I can’t stop LOL)

International Investor’s Program (buying citizenship)

Brown sludge water (Tim Hortons)

The Prison Song (Canadian incarceration incompetence)

The Job Fairy (Big Pharma)

The Irving Family (lizard people)

Memorial to 49 Lost Rangers  (failure, again)

Desmarais family (more lizard people)

Drowning is fun (Coast Guard)

Pro-Choice, Anti-success (screwing up abortion too)

Rick Mercer reports on nothing (Who? Exactly!)

The Anthem is Dumb (speaks for itself)

Abe Okpik (proud Inuit man)

Failing at Babies (infant mortality rates)

Mercury on the brain (more poisoning)

No cure for stupid (homeopathy in Ontario)

High on Cruelty (relocating Inuit)

Incomplete coverage (healthcare)

Exploding Trains are Bullshit (railroad)

Brown sludge water (Tim Hortons again, what else?)

Amerikkka, y’all are racists (Canadian hypocrisy, racism)

Prime Ministers

Richard Bedford Bennett 

Arthur Meighen 

Charles Tupper

Mackenzie Bowell

John Sparrow Thompson

John Abbott

John A. MacDonald (part II) (part III)

Alexander Mackenzie

John George Diefenbaker

To finish off …

The All-Knowing Caker


147 reasons to hate Canada

As requested, my response to The Globe and Mail article: 147 reasons to love Canada. Some points are partially quoted from the article.

1. Our national anthem

We are genuine and authentic, honest and are leaders to the world on so many fronts. I believe heavily in the words to our anthem “with glowing hearts” and “True North strong and free.”

Leaders to the world on so many fronts? And pray tell, what are those? I’m honestly curious. Not the first country to give women the vote, abolish slavery, decriminalize abortion or homosexual acts. When has Canada ever been a leader in anything? And the anthem? As dull as the country.

2. We never say die

Canadians never give up on one another. When we were at 1-2 at the Olympics, people were still supporting us.

Typical asinine Canadian comment. Of course when it comes to supporting Canadian teams, yes, cakers are supportive … everything revolves around making Canada look good for everyone else. When you’re empty and shallow on the inside what do you do? You worry about appearances.

3. The maple leaf on travellers’ backpacks from all over

While in Ireland, I met two people with Canadian flags on their packs and asked them what part of Canada they were from. They said nowhere – they were Americans who had discovered that showing the Canadian flag earned them special treatment. It’s about respect. It’s a fulfilling sense of pride and a great sense of identity. As a Canadian, we just know we live in the best country.

This is the urban myth that cakers never stop flapping their jaws about. I wish I had a dollar for every time I heard this one. I’m not surprised it’s at #3 … typical. Almost every American I meet is quite proud to be American and I’ve never met or heard of one pretending to be Canadian. Perhaps in some violent war zone (where American politics are at play) but even then doubtful.

4. We play to win

We’ve been known for a long time for being happy to compete. “Oh, we made it to the Olympics.” “Oh, we qualified for this tournament.”

Who doesn’t? Who plays to lose? Do tell.

5. The ‘Canadian swagger’

In my seven years as commissioner, the moment that was probably most fascinating to me was around the 100th Grey Cup in Toronto: We let fans carry the Cup the final five kilometres after a trek across the country.

What is this ‘Canadian swagger’ you speak of? You mean fans celebrating their team winning? I’m pretty sure that happens everywhere, constantly. The Canadian ‘swagger’ right up there with the Canadian tuxedo …

6. 5 per cent beer

Canada is pride, manners, hockey, wilderness – and 5 per cent beer!

Yes, unwarranted pride in an empty boring place lacking achievements. Pride in mostly lousy hockey teams which haven’t won the Stanley Cup since 1993, and a whole lot of barren wilderness nobody lives in or can afford to visit. Sure 5% beer is good I guess, it needs to be since it COSTS SO MUCH! And is Canadian beer stronger than American beer? Apparently not, it’s simply measured differently.

7. Muskoka

Muskoka is “cottage country” or a vacation spot for tourists and wealthier Canadians. It’s located in central Ontario where your average earner can’t afford to go or own a cottage. (Lakefront properties averaging a million dollars.)

8. ‘We’re building a country together’

There’s a quote from a cheesy, feel-good story by a former prime minister, touched by Canada’s diversity. Canadians are building a country together … since they have no choice! Aboriginals are here to stay and aren’t going anywhere – suing the provincial and federal governments over land, treaties and past abuses. Quebec remains the same with a minority wanting to leave; most Quebecers I met don’t consider themselves “Canadian” and quite a few fed up Albertans want to separate. Let’s not forget the immigrants, the only ones keeping Canada afloat population-wise and financially.

9. The ‘small town’ of Canada

I love being able to travel the world and run into a Canadian and feel like we are both from the “small town” of Canada. Like when someone says, “Oh, you’re from Vancouver. Do you know John?” And three times out of five, you do know John.

What a load of tripe. The greater Vancouver area has over two million people … nobody knows John. God this is stupid. California has roughly the population of Canada. Hey, guy from San Diego reading this blog – do you know John?

10. Our raw natural landscape

Yes, there are some parts of the country that are quite pretty and picturesque. However you can find that almost anywhere. It’s still something to be proud of I suppose, although over a third of Canadians live in the top 3 major cities and their metro areas, while most haven’t traveled the country.

11. It’s where we fall in love

Childhood is a country one never leaves. It’s our first country, that we hold inside us the rest of our lives. This small poem evokes the summer when I was 8 on the banks of the Lorette River in Quebec. It’s probably the most beautiful river in Canada, because it’s the one where I played in my childhood…

Childhood does hold fond memories for many people, but not all. I’m sure the Inuit children killing themselves aren’t in love with this place. I’m sure the Aboriginal people who were raped, abused and witnessed murders in the residential schools aren’t “in love” with this place. Ask a Quebecer if he’s “in love” with Canada and listen to the guffaws and laughter. Who is “in love” besides your average deluded, self aggrandizing caker?

12. Lester B. Pearson

… Deceptively dull, he had a life of derring-do in sports, the military and diplomacy that would give James Bond a run for his money. He gave Canada many of the things it’s proudest of: universal health care, bilingualism, the abolition of capital punishment, non-involvement in the Vietnam War, and a national identity, symbolized by a new flag, that was distinct from the Mother Country.

Most important, he won a Nobel Peace Prize which (unlike a certain other North American leader) he actually deserved, for conceiving and implementing one of humanity’s greatest inventions: the armed peacekeeping force.

The first thing that came to my mind when reading this name was his Nobel prize. And that’s something to be proud of – but really, Lester Pearson at #12? Most Canadians couldn’t tell you a damn thing about him. And it wouldn’t be ‘Canadian’ without taking a jab at the Americans. Hey Canada, when will you have a Black Prime Minister? Hmmm ….

 13. Toopie and Binou

My kid used to like watching this cartoon. It doesn’t strike me as something to love about Canada though … but cakers gotta cling to whatever they can, amirite?

14. Our new $5 bill

What do I love about Canada? Everything, but, especially … all that water, salt and fresh; loons; the smell of the air on Signal Hill; poutine, followed by beaver tails for dessert; our humility, our bilingualism and our multiculturalism – our new $5 bills. There are so many cool places to go and people to meet in this country, I will never do it all, but I will never lose interest in trying.

I think I just threw up a little in my mouth. There’s nothing to be proud of about the bill, please do give it a rest.

15. Montreal

‏I’m in love with a city. I leave her, often for long periods of time, even going so far as to give another city the title of home. But my heart knows the truth.

Montreal has that terrible regional weather: gross humidity in the summer and cold, nasty winters. The downtown core is ugly as hell and the traffic is awful. But the people are OK (I prefer them to cakers) and there’s more to do than almost anywhere else in Canada … so I’ll let this slide.

16. On the edge

The thing I love most about Canada is our coastline – our landwash. Where the water and land meet. We have 265,000 kilometres of coastline, the longest of any nation and 16 per cent of the total coastline in the world. That means we have a lot of wonderful places to go for a walk. Seven million of us live on the coastline and many of us go down to the sea at every opportunity.

I find this an odd one. Who the hell has access to the coastline? You either have to live on the shorelines of British Columbia or eastern Maritimes to have access to the coast. The rest of the country (right in the middle) has no coast, no sea … nothing. You also have the north which almost nobody lives in. Lots of coastline around the Arctic? Great!

17. The Canadian flag

The Canadian flag is a bore: it’s a maple leaf in between two red columns. Lame. California has a better flag. Hell even Iowa has a better flag! I’d even take Arizona’s over the leaf.

18. Canadian passports

… I know that, when I see someone holding this little booklet, I will be standing with someone who understands the value of kindness, sincerity, curiosity and dignity; someone for whom basic rights – such as health care and education – are not merely for a certain segment of society and someone who values my views and beliefs, even if we disagree.

I think it’s ridiculous to assume just because someone is Canadian they are kind, sincere, or that they value your beliefs. They just happen to have been born and raised here and are fortunate enough to have healthcare and education. When I see a Canadian with a passport I see an individual who may or may not be a good person, who was born in a country I was born in and has access to the things I do, period. You smile and talk about how fortunate you are to have each other? Yeah, that sounds Canadian … bigging each other up.

19. Canmore, Alta.

Never been, although it looks pretty. Might be one of the few tourist traps in Canada actually worth visiting. (It helps that she arrived there after being held as a hostage in Somalia for over a year!)

20. The Lucky Iron Fish

I love Canada for the creativity of each new generation – creativity that can make a difference in people’s lives. A wonderful example of this is the Lucky Iron Fish. Developed at the University of Guelph, it is a simple and inexpensive object used to reduce iron deficiency in such places as Cambodia.

It sounds like a great idea. I’d never heard of it before this article. But let’s not get carried away with “Canada’s creativity” … for the simple fact this is one of the least creative major industrialized, developed nations out there.

21. Saskatchewan

Jesus. I mean, I’m sure there are some great people in Saskatchewan. But by and large it’s a flat prairie province with nothing going on: tons of racism, drinking problems, obesity, incompetence, terrible winters, loads of poverty everywhere and nothing to do but watch a CFL team. But hey, loving Saskatchewan sounds very Canadian!

22. The Trans-Canada Highway

I’ll let this one pass. The fact that Canada has been able to maintain a major highway across this bunghole to allow passage is frankly a miracle. The fact we’re not horse-and-buggying our way across this shit? Miracle!

23. Prairie summers

Yep, cause there’s nothing like the sweet life of living in Saskatchewan or Manitoba eh? What’s not to love? Hot? Flat? Mosquitoes? Blackflies? No ocean to look at? No mountains to view? Love it!

24. We stand up for each other

The one thing I must say is that the little family of academics here fight for each other. Within 72 hours of my firing, 1,800 people from schools across Canada were willing to put their names on a petition to bring me back. All those people were willing to stand up and say, “This firing was wrong.”

Sure, if you say so. People everywhere do tend to take a stand when they see something they think is bothersome – I don’t know that it’s a particularly exclusive trait to Canada. Do Canadians stand up for each other overall? It depends, is the Canadian white?

25. Snow

I was born in India, and was 7 when we moved to Timmins, Ont.. where it gets really cold in the winter. When the temperature goes down – we would get nights that were minus-40 – any moisture in the atmosphere would precipitate out. I always remember how, waking up in the morning, there was often this beautiful snow that sort of sparkled in the sun.

Yup, this guy loved the snow so much that he moved to British Columbia and became the president of UBC. Snow is pretty, but winter at -30 C or -40 C ? Not so lovable.

 26. Canadian maples

We have these maple trees here that in the fall, in a particular period, produce a colour that I have never seen anywhere on the planet. They’re not the same as the maple leaves we have in New England. They’re just spectacular. They are a deeply saturated red – perhaps garnet comes closest although, as I said, I have never seen this colour in nature or man-made.

“Our maples are better than your maples!” Give me strength. I googled ‘New England maple leaves’ and they looked the same to me, but what do I know? I’ve never lived in New England although I’ll take that place over Canada any day, inferior leaves notwithstanding.

27. Mountain hikes

As an Albertan, I’ve spent many hours hiking through the Rocky Mountains, winding my way through trails outside Jasper and Banff. Indeed, the time spent in the outdoors is the best possible escape …

Finally something worthy of being on this list. Canada does have many beautiful forest trails and mountains for hiking. I know as I’ve done a good portion of them.

28. The Chicken Lady

We’re a country where government-funded television broadcasts a show (or at least used to) like Kids In the Hall. Where would we be without Chicken Lady?

Don’t know, don’t want to know. If it’s Canadian and on this list – it’s lame and sad.

 29. We care

I love how Canadians care about the world around them. From the @LuckyIronFish project to @WorldUniService student-refugee program, Canadians make a difference.

Oh Canadians love to put on a show of caring – if you’re from elsewhere. Come by and have a look at how they treat their own First Nations and Inuit peoples … they truly “care”!

30. Two words: Ann-Marie MacDonald

From her riveting novels to her acting to her beautiful face.

Who? I googled her but I still haven’t a clue. Can’t be arsed to find out either.

31. Trudeau on a trampoline

“When I was much younger, I was at Canada Day in Ottawa. Outside the National Arts Centre there was a huge crowd gathered around a trampoline. As I walked towards it, I caught sight of a familiar face, but thought, ‘No can’t be…’ And yet as I got closer I realized that, ‘Yes, it was.’ Pierre Trudeau on the trampoline with his sons standing around in the crowd watching their dad…”

Goes on to blather about the ‘accessibility of Canadian politicians’. This is not uniquely Canadian by a long shot. You can also bump into American politicians at public events, in hotels and at the airport. Randomly bumping into the odd politician is not “accessibility” it’s coincidence. And they often don’t have security, true, because no one cares …

32. Teeing off, no helicopters overhead

Sure, that works while comparing this place to war-torn Syria, err …

33. That our national identity is about not really having one 

“Working in China, a country with a very clear and strong sense of national identity, what I’ve come to appreciate most about Canada is that we don’t have one ourselves. Because a strong sense of ‘us’ naturally engenders an equally strong sense of ‘them’ and an alienation of the Other.

Unlike other immigrant societies like the United States or Western European countries, we don’t have an overly dominant traditional or mainstream culture of our own. People have a pretty clear idea of what it means to be an American, to be British or Italian, but what does it mean to be Canadian? What is Canadian culture? Apart from a few tidbits (Timbits?) here and there, we don’t really know. Any attempt to define a Canadian identity, our culture or our values, usually descends into vague generalizations that could pretty well include anyone the world over. Basically, what it takes to be Canadian is just to be a decent human being and call this place ‘home.’ …

Wow I am nearly speechless. Since it’s an acknowledged fact there is no culture here, Canadians have taken to pointing it out with a sense of pride with no irony. I find this incredibly sad and my mind wanders to thoughts of Greece, Italy and the like. Such cultural poverty here! This quote is made even funnier by the fact its author chooses to live and work in China.

 34. Charlevoix, Que.

“Where else can you ski while at the same time watch an icebreaker open the way for a cargo ship on the river below? Living in China makes you appreciate Canada’s clean air and water and how close to nature Canadians are.”

Pretty place and tourist stop. Never been.

35. We’re safe (and that’s not boring)

“If you say the word ‘Canada’ in the war zones where I’ve been living in recent years, people usually respond: ‘Ah, good. A safe place.’ That’s one of my favourite things about Canada, the way our country embodies the idea of sanctuary – especially for people who do not feel safe in their own countries…”

Canada is safer than many other places, and yes that’s a good thing. However it’s all relative. It’s not so safe outside the major metropolitan areas … in fact I argued it’s a major shit hole. This guy goes on to brag about safe Toronto – a city with more murders than New York by mid-2018. (Cakers tried to argue semantics, but facts are facts.)

36. Gentle patriotism. Sometimes expressed with a bugle

A young cadet takes over bugler duties at a Remembrance Day ceremony. Great. I can’t get the feels with this story because Canada arouses no patriotism in me, only derision.

37. Maple syrup 

“Radio host Peter Gzowski once ran a contest to come up with the Canadian equivalent of ‘As American as apple pie.’ The winning entry? ‘As Canadian as … possible, under the circumstances.’ Droll as that may be, I beg to differ. The answer is obvious: As Canadian as maple syrup.”

Jesus. You see what I’m talking about? You see what I’m dealing with here? Pathetic. Quick question: would you rather apple pie or maple syrup? The answer is obvious.

38. Montreal bagels

Another of Canada’s fine dining contributions. There’s nothing special about Montreal’s bagels, nor Canada’s maple syrup in contrast to anywhere else. Next!

39. Our tolerance

“Canadians have a distinguishing social generosity. Peacefulness, fair-mindedness, understanding and tolerance…”

It would be commendable if only it were true. Yes, Canadians are more tolerant when contrasted with theocracies or war-torn countries. But comparatively to other democratic western nations? Not really. More immigrants, true, but only because the country needs them for funding and sustaining population levels. For one example, take their treatment of Blacks.

40. We’re still becoming

Can’t disagree there. Canada isn’t much of anything yet. Still becoming … what? Probably a bigger sack of crap. Time will tell.

41. It’s a great place to be a mother

It is a great place to be a mother compared with Somalia, where the woman quoted came from. Sure I’ll give it that. Is it a better place to be a mother than Denmark, Finland, Sweden or the like? Doubt it.

42. We thrive on entrepreneurship

I can’t even write a proper rebuttal to this or I’m going to get angry. Really? You can’t do anything without insane amounts of bureaucracy and taxation plus monopolies control most major services. What a joke! One success story for a man’s family doesn’t make this applicable to the whole country.

42. Our writers 

“What I love most of all is reading about Canada’s history, landscape and people from our wealth of writers. I can walk the streets of Toronto with Michael Ondaatje (In the Skin of a Lion), learn the hard truths from Joseph Boyden (Three Day Road) and feel the vastness of Cape Breton with Ann-Marie MacDonald (Fall On Your Knees). The list is endless.”

Who ? I’m not being snarky, I just legitimately don’t know who any of these authors are (and don’t care to find out). I tried to think of five Canadian authors in my head and couldn’t even get that far.

43. Roadtrips

Sure I can agree with this. I’ve taken some nice road trips along picturesque highways. If like the average Canadian, you can’t afford rent or owning a house – driving cross country in the van you also use as a home could be fun!

44. Our bold design (and nice designers)

The quote is about clothing, definitely not architecture or anything of lasting value! I know nothing about fashion so won’t comment – but if it’s Canadian, I’m sure it’s subpar.

45. Toronto. Take that, haters.

The only people who love Toronto are the ones born and raised there. The rest of the country is unified in hating it. It is: expensive, ugly as hell (brown, grey, depressing, dirty), with awful winter weather and no beautiful natural landscapes. (It’s actually kind of brutal.)

46. The sight of the ocean near my Vancouver home

There’s nothing like the smell of a nice coffee as you gaze out your patio and view the ocean … from your multimillion dollar home. The rest of us plebs will have to settle for driving 20 minutes through ugly grey concrete to get that view.

47. My Norman Rockwell, On Top of the World

Odd choice. It’s not even close to his best painting, although I suppose it’s all subjective. (He’s not even a Canadian painter but “everything is available” to this lucky fella in Canada, thus the painting’s meaning.) God this is getting tedious. How long is this list? Can I really finish this???

48. We’re always game for a new normal

Throw in some crap about Canada being progressive and getting better, so on and so forth. Societies are always changing, improving, progressing … am I gonna finish this list??

49. Bilingualism

Bilingualism is an asset, I do agree. It’s even better if you live in Quebec, southern Ontario or New Brunswick. If you’re in the rest of the country where nobody speaks French and you might get two hours of lessons a week at school (guaranteeing you’re never bilingual) and having it impede your job prospects – not so great. But of course Canada is too cheap and pathetic to have free lessons or federal oversight, so get Googling!

50. Our health care 

“I am so grateful to be a physician in Canada, where no one has to go into bankruptcy to pay for treatments that I recommend.”

How did they wait all the way to number 50 to list this? I guess they didn’t want to be too cliche. I’ve always said that Canada needs to make a personification of Health Care so cakers can hang the portrait on their walls like Mao or Stalin and curtsy nightly – they’d do it too.

I’ll give Canada some credit: having health care is a good thing, even with the huge wait times, poor quality and other bullshit. At least it’s there. Of course, if you want proper healthcare at a fast pace you can’t get it because along with Cuba and North Korea – Canada has banned private healthcare.

Cakers like to whine about American-style healthcare while ignoring the blended systems in use in Europe and elsewhere. Which is probably why it ranks right at the bottom (often last place) among affluent countries, beating only the USA – at least cakers can enjoy that.

51. Our compassion

Followed by some garble parped out by Lulu Lemon’s founder. How is Canada compassionate? How do you measure that? Certainly not in its treatment of First Nations people. Let’s look at a report from Charities Aid Foundation Index which measures donations, volunteering and helping strangers: Canada came in at 15th place.

52. You can make it here. And still care about your employees

No empirical evidence of course, just take the word of the chairman of Sleeman Breweries. According to him because Canadians have less serious political division, they care more about their employees. Make sense to you? Nope me neither. But it’s Canada … carry on!

53. Our apologies 

“Canada is the best country because you can walk into someone and they will apologize first.”

How strange that’s considered a measure for best country. This one might actually be true. People constantly apologize, saying ‘sorry’ for every little thing. In most countries people say “excuse me” politely and carry on. Cakers are so used to bending over that they have to grovel and apologize to strangers too!

54. It’s inspiring

… Canada is a society beyond nationhood: a population from every corner of the globe, a welcome to every cultural voice, an international reputation that is unique. In short, this country, as it unfolds, is my inspiration.

I suppose inspiration is subjective. After all, I meet young women who tell me Kim Kardashian is inspirational. Jokes aside, all of that criteria applies to the United States as well – which I happen to find inspirational, and comes to mind before Canada.

55. We believe in the public good

While I’m willing to concede that there’s less of a dramatic divide between left and right politics in Canada, the idea that rightwing politicians also believe in public works and welfare is laughable. All across the country those on the right are fighting against raising the minimum wage, slashing welfare and social programs and generally working against “the public good”. I don’t even have time to list it all, just google it!

56. There’s an Indonesian restaurant in Kitimat, B.C.

Kitimat is a northern B.C. municipality with less than 9000 people. I would venture to say that most large towns with that population have some type of ethnic restaurant. But sure, love it, why not?

57. Our soldiers

I’m not going to badmouth the long suffering military men and women. I will say though that I have met some who are real sacks of shit, although I’ve no doubt they’re worth respecting overall. (Just not those who steal and sell equipment and wares on the side.)

58. Canada Day on Parliament Hill

I’m sure this is great if you’re a tried-and-true caker. For me, it’s the epitome of all I hate. I’d rather celebrate the fourth of July.

59. The drive between Ottawa and Thunder Bay

Oh I’ve no doubt the drive is pretty enough, if you can afford the gas! But read about Ottawa and Thunder Bay before getting too excited.

60. Being in a canoe on a quiet morning

Sure that’s nice enough. Maybe not the Attawapiskat river though (as mentioned), due to the First Nation nearby: people living in shacks, corruption, mismanagement, depression and up to a dozen kids attempting suicide in one night. Fun.

61. The landscape that keeps us apart also brings us together

The broadcaster quoted is right: you can’t survive alone in Canada. The First Nations people who helped the settlers were betrayed and later made into slaves. The Chinese were used as slave laborers to build the railroad, the malaria-stricken Irish used to build the Rideau Canal, and so forth … we did it together! 

62. Manitoulin Island, Ont.

Basically a tourist spot, and like all of them it’s scenic; nice to visit.

63. Toronto ravines

Hooray, green has been spotted in the concrete jungle! Enjoy the old railroads, rundown concrete structures, graffiti and horror-esque feel in certain places.

64. “The vivid clarity of end-of-day light in Alberta’s foothills.

Alberta does indeed have some pretty places. It’s too bad its cities are shit holes and towns are full of violent rapists and sickos. Still though … come for the wilderness, leave for the people!

65. Northern Ontario on the May 24th long weekend 

“The stubborn rain, the ravenous black flies, the carcass-smell in the cottage and a lake with ice around its shaded corners. But dammit, it’s not winter!”

Self-explanatory. And this is on the list of BEST things, imagine!

66. Sir Alexander Galt and his son Elliott 

“Sir Alexander Galt and his son Elliott founded Lethbridge – as well as coal mines and railways in the area, and the first large-scale irrigation project in Canada.

Ah Lethbridge … home to plenty of Mormons and other Christian fundamentalists, need I say more?

67. Newfoundland

Visit, but don’t move there: small population; not enough work, people leaving in droves and part-time employment forcing many onto welfare. The term “newfie” is a running joke across the country: synonymous with unemployment, life on welfare, and laziness (whether the stereotypes are true or not, they exist). Imagine a small coastal town in the northeastern U.S. and you’ve got Newfoundland.

68. Canadian Immigration agents. Really 

Apparently they’re great. Interesting to me because all I’ve ever heard are horror stories from visitors and immigrants. They treat me like shit, so I can’t even imagine what foreigners go through …

69. Highway 93

I can agree on that. It’s beautiful.

70. We’re pretty good people

When three officers are killed in the line of duty a small city pulls together to show support. That’s nice, it would happen almost anywhere. (Yet on the other hand cakers want to tell you how “safe” Canada is and how almost nothing ever happens here, while three officers are shot and killed in a small southeastern place.)

71. Harris Park, London, Ont.

A very average park in Ontario. Silly it made the list, but not surprising.

72. Roméo Dallaire

A former Canadian general, senator, and humanitarian. I actually respect this man and I’ve read his books, so I can’t argue with this.

73. The illuminated High Level Bridge in Edmonton

A really ugly bridge in Edmonton. I have no idea why this made the list, there are nicer ones. (Read all about Edmonton.)

74. Shinny

“Shinny” is basically street hockey or an informal game on ice. Since most of the country is a frozen wasteland and since it’s winter for half the year … this is about all you can do.

75. The Dionne Quints

I find it bizarre and even gross that these girls are on the list. The Dionne quints were five girls (quintuplets) born to a Canadian mother in 1934. They were taken by the state and made a tourist attraction like animals in a zoo; they were also tested and studied. Their parents had to fight hard to win them back after the province of Ontario had made more than $50 million displaying them. But they’re on the list for bringing a “brief respite” to the world during the Depression. OK then.

76. John Peters Humphrey 

“John Peters Humphrey was the principal drafter of the United Nations’ Universal Declaration of Human Rights and served for two decades as the first director of the UN Human Rights Division.”

I don’t know who this man is, but I can respect that contribution. (They throw in a compliment about his typical “Canadian modesty” – modest as ever – while throwing shade at the French recipient of the Nobel prize.)

77. Our backyards

This is so stupid … if you could see the majority of shit hole plots or concrete patios most Canadians in major cities have to live with. Grasping at straws?

78. Sir Sandford Fleming

“He was a driving force for the railroad network, which opened up expansion into the West…”

In typical caker fashion they applaud this Fleming fella while ignoring the slave laboring Chinese workers. I would suppose they are more worthy for this list.

79. The stone bridge in Pakenham, Ont.

“It is the only five-span stone bridge in North America.”

It’s a cute little bridge. One of the best things about Canada though? I suspect you’re reaching here. When things like this make the list you can see for yourself how dull Canada really is.

80. Tom Thomson 

“His paintings are the visual equivalent of our national anthem – he gave us images of our country in a new and maverick style that captured the spirit of Canada as it came of age as a nation.”

An early 20th century painter, one of the more famous Canadian ones. He has some nice works although most of it isn’t my style. Still to each their own, can’t knock it.

81. Wolfe Island, Ont.

Some guy loves living on Wolfe Island: a small island of around 1400 people. There’s a pub, pizza place and lighthouse. It’s nearby Kingston, which should be enough to scare you off.

82. Mark Carney

This guy is an economist and banker. He loves Canada so much he chooses to live abroad and obtain Irish and British citizenship too. He’s currently governor of the Bank of England. Since he’s made it to the “big leagues” and is Canadian – get ready to profess love! The Brits called him “hysterical, incompetent” and a “failed, second-tier Canadian politician.” (Sorry Brits, as evidenced by this list he’s the best Canada’s got!)

83. Oktoberfest in Kitchener-Waterloo

“Kitchener and Waterloo turn into a Bavarian outpost during Oktoberfest – pretty girls in drindles, men in tracht, spontaneous outbreaks of polka, lots and lots of sausages, schnitzel (my mouth is watering just thinking about it) and beer steins. 

Never been, but it sounds fun. There’s (gasp!) some type of tradition and culture (even if it’s stolen from elsewhere). Set your calendars!

84. Stephen Lewis

“He exemplifies many of the great things about Canada – determination, a commitment to the greater good and a passion for his country.

A former politician who now runs an AIDS Foundation. OK, that works.

85. Freedom

A Pakistani man from a persecuted Muslim sect appreciates his freedom. Fair enough. Notice that Freedom is at #85 (how very Canadian) when any other country would have it right at the top … especially those ‘Mericans!

86. The Kiskatnaw Bridge between Dawson Creek and Fort St. John, B.C.

A bridge in northern BC by a provincial park.  Damn this list is tedious …

87. Georgian Bay, Ont.

“In a way, it is a lonely place. The pine trees stoop with the wind that pounds them. The stoic granite facades of these small, nameless islands loom large at dawn. And the dark, secretive waters surrounding them crash unyieldingly against their shores. Despite its stern exterior, this place gives me peace and comfort.

A nice bay with a provincial park nearby; good for camping, canoeing, etc.

88. Canada’s Disaster Assistance Response Team (DART)

Sure, sounds good. But then we get: ” I find it amazing that a country with such a small military is able to make such a gigantic impact in the world, and for no other reason than to help people in need.”

Woah, let’s not get carried away here! While it’s indeed commendable, this is a force of 200 people that’s been on six missions to date. Gigantic impact? Canadian-speak for basic human help to others …

89. The Canadian Arctic

Sure I guess. You only had to kill and starve to death a bunch of Inuit to get it! Congrats.

90. The Montreal Canadiens 

“There are so many reasons for the Canadiens to be on a list of things to love about Canada. Their glorious history of success (24 Stanley Cups). Their exciting style of play – using speed and creativity to pressure the opposition and generate offence. Their trademark jerseys.

They haven’t been a viable team or won a Stanley Cup since ’93. Still, they were great back in the Depression era and at 24 cups they’re the best Canadian team out there.

91. Home-grown TV. 

“Canadian television shows are definitely at the top of my list of things I love about Canada: Rookie Blue, Lost Girl, Orphan Black, Flashpoint – almost without fail, Canadian TV proves that it can hold its own against foreign media.”

The laughter on this one took awhile to subside. I’m actually staggered at what a complete lie this is and the fact they have the nerve to print it. (Actually, why am I surprised?)

(While this isn’t explicitly about Canadian TV, read my reply about Canadian cinema.) Some people seem to like Orphan Black although to be honest I didn’t make it to the second episode. Canadian TV is an absolute joke of epic proportions. If you don’t believe me, try watching it!

92. Tim Hortons and poutine.


93. “Our semi-regular attempt to annex the Turks and Caicos Islands.”

I guess this is a pathetic attempt at humor. Not to be outdone by the Americans – Canada needs its own warm islands to steal! Why not? Cue outlandish dreams to take the Turks and Caicos Islands or even take over Haiti. Because Canada’s doing such a swell job running itself, right?! (Colonialism never sleeps in Canada!)

94. “Our democracy, as protected by our amazing Charter of Rights and Freedoms.”

Ah the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms: the poor man’s down-market, milquetoast version of the American Constitution. Better than nothin’, I guess.

95. Stompin’ Tom.

A Canadian country and folk singer I’d never heard of until today. Am I going to Youtube a song? Nah.

96. Gay marriage!

The jokes write themselves if we were back in the 90s, nowadays they’d be considered homophobic. So let me say there’s nothing wrong with being gay … being Canadian on the other hand …!

97. Gun control.

OK I’ll let this slide. (Even though criminals can get guns easily and I was offered a machine gun in Ottawa by a random client, but hey, sure … gun control.)

98. “Our revered national police force: The RCMP.”

The rebuttal needs its own blog post, just think: it’s a uniquely Canadian police force. What could go wrong you ask? Well look at the state of Canada and answer yourself.

99. Blue Rodeo. 

Some rock band. I’m amazed I haven’t heard of them yet, usually anything Canadian is shoved in your face incessantly. Speaking of, where’s The Tragically Hip on this list? Must be further down … you know it’s coming!

100. Benedict Vanier and his brother Jean

A Catholic monk (now accused of abusing women) and his philosopher brother, the sons of a former Governor-General. It’s a Quebec thing …

101. “We managed to send Justin Bieber and Celine Dion to the United States. What’s not to love?” 

Can’t argue there. Notice how they never came back? Does anyone, ever?

102. “Our freshwater supply. We are the envy of the world.”

True … Canada lucked out without effort (the usual story). How long ’til cakers screw it all up or the Americans grab what they want? Start the countdown.

103. “Beavertails on the Canal in Ottawa. Gatineau in the fall.” 

Beavertails are a much lauded but pretty gross “Canadian pastry”: fried fat and sugar, so overdone it’s too much. Even grosser? Ottawa (and Gatineau is just as bad).

104. Ceasars. “They taste so good and can only be found in #Canada. Canadian bartenders make them best.

Since Canada fails at everything … why not alcoholic beverages too? (Who the hell drinks clamato juice of their own free will ?!?)

105. Our children. 

“Some of the best educated and motivated people in the world!”

Well I’m not going to knock kids so I’ll move on …

106. “Awesome summer sunsets at Sandbanks Provincial Park.”

A cute provincial park by a bay with some nice beaches and so on.

07. “Easy. Mike Weir and @WeirWine, two of our country’s treasures!”

How telling that I have to keep googling the things and people on this list. For those who don’t do golf: Mike Weir is a pro golfer.

108. Gros Morne National Park. 

A calendar-worthy national park in Newfoundland and UNESCO world heritage site.

109. “Newspaper dispensers that trust you will only take one, and we do!”

They’re reaching, they are really reaching …

110. Our diversity, it’s gotta be said.

Canada is very diverse, that’s true… it has to be! Canada relies on immigrants in order to sustain current population levels and keep the country going. Altruism? Love of world cultures? Cakers love to preach it (with staggering racism and ignorance) but it’s all about the money and need – and has been for over a hundred years!

Currently over 1 in 5 Canadians is an immigrant, a number that’s projected to rise to 30% in the next decade and a half. In only a few years 100% of Canada’s projected population growth will come from immigration. Cakers pat themselves on the backs but the fact is they have no choice.

111. Winning isn’t everything

An athlete is proud of the support at the Olympics … could be said of anyone from anywhere. (Winning isn’t everything because Canadians are used to losing … on all levels.)

112. We’re a land of opportunity

There are far worse places out there but that isn’t good enough for me considering Canada’s location (beside world super power), natural resources (second largest land mass), lack of war and invasion historically (geography), lack of costs and global responsibility (military, etc) and all the luck and favor its had.

One in five children in poverty, one in ten students prostituting themselves, not enough work, hard to pay bills and live, low-quality healthcare (taxed out the ass for it!) and I could go on … NOT GOOD ENOUGH CANADA!

113. My farm.

I’m so glad you like your farm. It must be nice when the average one in Canada is going for $2.2 million dollars. Put it on the list of reasons to hate Canada: can’t even own a crappy farm (unless living in a trailer with a few cows and chickens is a “farm” to you).

114. That we can push for things that would make us love Canada even more

Canadians can marry whoever they want – OK, fair.

Equality not just in the charter but our DNA – gimme a break, total bullshit look around.

Healthcare is a right, not a privilege – average caker pays over $6,400 per year in tax. Don’t you have a right to something you paid for?

I’m not going to go on … bunch of other crap about how Canadians are beloved and respected and amazing … bilingual, on and on … tedious.

115. Salmon fishing in the Atlantic

OK great. I’m not going to argue. I’m tired. Let’s move on …

116. Coming home

“I travel extensively for work and pleasure. In summer, I drop into Los Angeles and Southern California for healthy living and reviews of new hotels. In the fall, I love a dose of art fairs and culture in Europe. In winter, I need a hit of sunshine in St Barts. In springtime, I dream of cherry blossoms in New York`s Union Square. 

But as much as I love leaving the daily grind, I adore returning home even more. I think about this a lot. What is it I love coming back to? Is it just a sense of returning to the nest after a period afar … or is it deeper than that?”

So many cakers do this: they travel, work and live abroad while showering Canada with praise. Yes it must seem nice when you’re never there! Do you think you could travel extensively or earn this type of living in Canada? No. Would all these amazing places, experiences and opportunities be available here? No. But do carry on living the good life while avoiding Canada and telling everyone how amazing it is … !

117. Asked for our virtues, we can’t name just one

Oh god no. Cakers can never shut up about themselves … it’s truly something to behold. If you want a Canadian to talk all day ask one of two things: why they’re amazing or why the US is evil.

118. People around the world love us

Canadians love telling themselves this constantly. (Cue a story about being mistaken for an American and then truly beloved when announcing Canadian status.) Any admiration for Canada comes from the fact that people know nothing about it other than caker propaganda; to them Canada is: equality, Mounties, fresh air and scenic views. These people clearly haven’t visited Toronto, seen the Aboriginal third-world reserves, paid half their income to tax or endured a -30 C winter. (As they say, familiarity breeds contempt!)

119. Stereotypes about us are usually right – and worth being proud of

Apparently the stereotypes are that Canadians are modest, humble and trustworthy. Funny, because in my travels I’ve noted that people often found Canadians to be yokels, naive, and easy targets (albeit they didn’t have anything truly bad to say either). Want to scam someone? Rip someone off? Need a laugh? Find the Canadian! It used to offend me before I grew to despise Canada … now I laugh because it’s true.

120. The weather

This is so incredibly stupid. Half the country is the Arctic, and everyone lives along the southern border next to the USA. The winters are terrible and that’s why huge numbers of people flee to southern British Columbia to spend almost a million dollars on a home.

121. We support our athletes

Is there any country in the world that doesn’t? Any high school team? Anyone, anywhere?

122. Because we can laud the best among us, even in shorthand

A novelist loves our veterans and hockey players … is this list almost over yet?!?

123. Lots of places to chill

Yeah, okay …

124. Frederick Banting

“Canada is the birthplace of insulin, and without it, I wouldn’t be alive, nor would millions of people around the world!”

Sure, can’t knock that I guess. Moving on …

125. Newfoundland Icebergs in June

The jokes write themselves …

126. Wallace, N.S.

A lady moves to a small community in Nova Scotia where people care for each other despite little money, material items, no work, and being on welfare … sounds pretty Canadian.

127. Don Cherry

“Whether you agree with him or not is not the issue. Canadians need to have a voice to make sure we distance ourselves from our neighbours to the south. He points out over and over that we all love hockey – the arenas, the parents who take us there – and how our lessons at the rink make us better people. Nobody shows us more often that we should celebrate this. Every time I watch him he reminds me to be patriotic.”

Don Cherry is a hockey commentator; way back in the day he was a player and coach. What’s funny about this quote is that Cherry personifies the American stereotype: brash, big-mouthed and obnoxious. He wears ridiculous flamboyant suits, supports right-wing American politics (calling others “left-wing pinkos”), and makes other idiotic comments about women, climate change not being real, etc. Ah Don Cherry the ‘national treasure’ who typifies everything cakers claim to hate about Americans – but he loves hockey so it’s OK!

128. Kluane National Park and Reserve, Yukon

A pretty place with some great views. Note how all the authentically good things about Canada revolve around the outdoors and national parks.

129. Terry Fox

“We’ve come a long way with treatment and cures for different forms of cancer, but when Terry Fox started his run it was a different story. Hope wasn’t an automatic response. But this kid that’s lost a leg and has other serious health problems comes up with a scheme to raise money and awareness for cancer by running across the country. Today we’re inundated with runs, climbs, cycling, etc. for all sorts of causes. He influenced that. Because of his selfless, courageous act the Terry Fox foundation has raised over $600-million and the run takes place worldwide.”

I can’t say anything bad about Terry Fox. He’s truly a rarity: a caker worth respecting.

130. The Lake O’Hara of the Rocky Mountains

More beautiful wilderness that 98% of Canadians haven’t seen, most can’t afford to do so. Visiting requires travel by special bus service that 17,000 people a year apply for – only 1000 are able to get in. Trying to get a ticket is basically a crapshoot and they’re sold out within minutes.

131. Canoing the Toronto Islands

(Clearly the title is meant to say ‘canoeing’.) You can paddle in the water or visit a chain of small islands right by Toronto. Nice enough for a day trip, but nothing special if you’ve ever visited real Canadian wilderness.

132. Clara Hughes

“When things get tough on the bike, I think: “WWCD” (What Would Clara Do)? A winner of multiple medals in both the winter and summer Olympics, an amazing motivational speaker, a fantastic sports commentator for the CBC – and she’s been riding across Canada to raise awareness for mental health. She is truly inspirational to me as a person and an athlete.”

No idea who this is although she sounds like a nice enough lady.

133. Butter tarts

“Canadians take these sweet treats so seriously that whole towns have been pitted against one another claiming the title of Butter Tart Capital or being a part of the Butter Tart Trail.

I didn’t realize these had a Canadian origin. So why does everyone make a big deal about poutine and not butter tarts? Weird. My vote goes to nanaimo bars.

134. My mom

This guy’s mom sounds like a great lady. However, I could tell you plenty of tales about crazy alcoholic or crackhead mothers and plenty of reasons why they could represent Canada just as well. (I’ll keep it short and spare you.) One guy’s mom on this list? They’re reaching some more …

135. Our volunteer firefighters

In typical Canada-style there are plenty of shit towns and places where people have to volunteer because nobody wants to live/work there and they need firefighters. In more typically Canadian style – don’t expect to get paid. But it’s still great that people volunteer. I knew some guys back in the day who volunteered to claim ‘firefighter status’ to get laid. Whatever motivates you, eh boys?

134. West Coast Trail, Vancouver Island

Great place to go hiking. Vancouver Island has a lot of beautiful places for day-long hikes or week long trips worth visiting.

135. Old Quebec

The only place in Canada that looks like Europe. Everyone celebrates Montreal, but if you’re fluent in French and were born in Quebec I don’t know why you wouldn’t be living in Quebec City. One of the few places in Canada with true ‘historic feel’.

136. Salmon

Good salmon abounds on the west and east coasts. Get it fresh? Even better.

137. Senator Jacques Hébert, co-founder of Katimavik

This guy founded a charity and named it with an Inuit word (which means ‘meeting place’). Groups of teens from across Canada come together to live and do volunteer work in the community for six months.I think it’s a nice idea, but community service strikes me as almost the antithesis of Canadian living. Why? Because in most places people volunteer or help others and then just get on with it. But in Canada it’s such a big deal that they never stop congratulating themselves and telling everyone constantly, forever. Surely if something is a regular part of your culture and way of life then it becomes ordinary and doesn’t merit obsessing over and nonstop publicizing?

138. The Millarville Races, outside of Calgary

“To me, Canada Day isn’t really Canada Day without the Millarville Races – which have been taking place for over 100 years.”

Never been into horseracing but at least it’s something to do …

139. Blackcomb glacier

Another provincial park … the only thing Canada is good for. Nice place to ski.

140. Our banks

“Canada’s banking system is steady, reliable and can be kind of boring – and it’s exactly what I love about this country. Because, really, it’s one of the things Canadians do well: run banks. Big ones and little ones and, increasingly, innovatively boring ones.”

Remember the mantra: make Canada look good no matter what. Need to lie? No biggie. Need to hide a secret? No biggie. Need to ignore the rot? Why not. Twist the facts? Hell go for it.

Anyway, Canadians loved to brag about the financial crisis a decade ago, but quote: “The study reveals that Canada’s banks received $114 billion in cash and loan support from both the U.S. and Canadian governments during the 2008-2010 financial crisis. The study estimates that at some point during the crisis, three of Canada’s banks—CIBC, BMO, and Scotiabank—were completely under water, with government support exceeding the market value of the bank.

Due to government secrecy, the study raises more questions than it answers and calls on the Bank of Canada and CMHC to release the full details of how much support each Canadian bank received, when they received it, and what they put up as collateral.”

141. The Post Hotel in Lake Louise

Top rated hotel and spa in Canada and it looks gorgeous. (For rooms starting at over $400 a night it better be.) Canadian wilderness is something to behold – if you can afford to visit it or drive hours out of the shit cities to find it!

142. Wild leeks

“I’m especially fond of wild leeks, also known as ramps, which can be found in the Canadian woods during spring. What I love is the juxtaposition of their modest, unassuming appearance with their rather amazing inner qualities. So Canadian! 

Canadians can even find ways to compliment themselves with leeks … my god. Anyway I’m not much of a cook so I can’t drone on about the wonderful qualities of wild caker leek.

143. My dad’s steak with red-wine butter and portobello mushrooms

Grilling in the backyard sounds like a nice way to spend Canada Day. I think of that more so as an American thing on the fourth of July, and I’d rather do it there but hey, copy away Canada (fireworks too)!

143. Le Cagibi café in Montreal

I’m sure it serves the best coffee in the world since it’s Canadian … but it’s in Quebec so is it? A question to astound the ages. Anyway after the glowing review I googled the place. My reaction: that’s it? Thank Christ this list is nearly finished!

144. Egg cartons

Invented in 1911 in Smithers, B.C., by Joseph Coyle. Replaced costly, impractical earlier practice of putting tiny hemlets on eggs.

When you’re getting desperate enough to add ‘egg cartons’ to the list don’t you think you could just make the list shorter ???

145. Kodiak construction books

The title is supposed to say “boots”. Kodiak is a brand here known for its work-wear and durability. Some wimpy kids who’ve never done back-breaking manual labor feel cool wearing the brand’s boots. Since you’re Canadian and doing back-breaking labor for peanut pay, better get those Kodiaks for the cold!

146. Shawville, Que.

A hockey team manager loves the small town he grew up in. Great. It’s right nearby Ottawa-Gatineau which tells you everything you need to know …

147. Waving to the band on July 1

“I love Canada Day itself. I live in Nova Scotia in the summer, and I try to arrive on July 1 so that the bands play for me as I drive from the ferry to my village. I’ve perfected what I think is a pretty good imitation of Prince Phlip’s wave.”

Phew, it’s finally over! This list tells you just about everything you need to know about Canada: a nation of almost 40 million people, next to the world’s super power and with the second largest landmass in the world. This is all they have to come up with: hockey players, egg cartons, obscure towns and other irrelevant nonsense.

Read between the lines: there’s not much to do; the people are forgettable; it’s bland and boring (no real culture) and the ONLY thing going for it is the natural landscape. Sure come visit and see the resorts, hike the trails, go skiing or stay in the national parks – that’s about it. Those are Canada’s only true strengths and claims to fame. And many are worth seeing if you have the money and inclination … but leave it there.

To live? Hell no! The people are ignorant, arrogant, jealous and hypocritical. There’s no culture and they’re now convincing themselves to be proud of it to boot. There are the same problems you find anywhere: violent crime, racism, social issues – but none of the benefits of living in other more interesting places. The best Canada can do is compare itself to war-torn hell holes and claim to be safe. It is a dull, sterile, sad, soul-destroying place to live. Making it more unbearable is the high level of taxation, unaffordable living costs and housing prices, isolation from the rest of the globe, and terrible weather throughout the country for most of the year.

You think I’m lying? Swallow up the caker propaganda and come on down! See for yourself! (But don’t say you weren’t warned.)

Indigenous Survivors: “Our people were experimented on”

From the CBC:

“Florence Genaille was just a little girl in a Brandon, Man., sanatorium when she says doctors bound her to a gurney, pumped her body with electric currents and then took notes as her fingers curled, her arms shook and her neck strained backwards.

It was 1953. The Ojibway girl from Rolling River First Nation was at the sanatorium to be treated for tuberculosis.

Today, she believes it was no treatment. It was, she says, a medical experiment and she was their “guinea pig” — an assessment that Genaille shares with hundreds of survivors of the sanatoriums, which have been closed for decades.

They’re allegations that historians are now investigating.

“I’m telling you, my fingers were beginning to twist sideways, it was so incredibly painful,” said Genaille, now 72. “And now to come to the conclusion our people were experimented on — it’s an awful thing to think about.”

No evidence of tuberculosis

Genaille still does not know why doctors performed the electroconvulsive therapy. She still does not know why she was sent to the Brandon sanatorium.

At the time, she was attending residential school outside Brandon. She had bad leg pain with no known cause. Finally, the nuns decided to send her to the sanatorium, saying she might have tuberculosis in her bones.

She didn’t. In fact, years later, a doctor told her she had no evidence of tuberculosis at all.

But that didn’t stop doctors from ordering extreme bed rest for six months, so strict that she was not allowed to get off the mattress, even when they changed the bedding.

That didn’t stop doctors from slicing open the back of her thigh to explore her bone, only to sew it back up, scarring her for life and leaving her with a permanent limp. 

She had been, in the doctor’s opinion, experimented on — maybe in good faith, but without merit and without consent.

‘A lot of power in the hands of doctors’

Mary Jane McCallum is studying this theory.

McCallum, an associate professor with the University of Winnipeg, is researching what went on in Indian hospitals, as some were called then, and sanatoriums.

She has heard stories similar to Genaille’s from other sanatorium survivors and does know this: Indian hospitals were long the training ground for medical students.

Parents of young patients were often hundreds of kilometres away in remote reserves, unaware of the procedures and therefore unable to give consent.

“That meant that there were a lot of unanswered questions and a lot of power in the hands of doctors,” McCallum wrote in an email to the CBC.

Gerald McIvor agrees. Back in 1952, his brother Michael was just a child when he was diagnosed with tuberculosis and sent to the sanatorium in Ninette, Man.

Decades later, he bore the scars — disabling, disfiguring markers where doctors surgically removed a back rib and the lung behind it as a theoretical treatment for the tuberculosis.

“He always wondered, ‘Why? Why did they do that?'” McIvor said, adding his brother, who died in 2000, remembered the searing pain and little else.

Years later, Dr. A.L. Paine, a pre-eminent physician who was previously the medical superintendent of the Ninette sanatorium, explained he performed these surgeries with just a local anesthetic.

In a January 1979 paper published in the journal Canadian Family Physician titled Tuberculosis: Past, present and future, he wrote local anesthetic was used “to avoid spread of the disease during general anesthesia,” and that patients willingly agreed to it.

“Looking back, one must regret the frequent use of chest surgery attended at times by some deformity or reduced respiratory function,” Dr. Paine wrote, while arguing “many patients would have died without surgical aid.”

Taken from residential schools to sanatoriums

Today, there are other answers, though some are hidden in the history books.

In the first half of the 20th century, tuberculosis on reserves was a significant problem. The thinking at the time was that it was because Indigenous people lived in the wild.

According to an article in the August 1939 Canadian Medical Association Journal, “the Indian is still a wandering wigwam dweller at heart and adapts himself poorly to living in houses” and has “a native stubbornness and intolerance to interference that makes clinic work difficult.”

But under the Indian Act, it was legal to seize kids suspected of having tuberculosis and send them to sanatoriums — sometimes directly from their residential school, as in Genaille’s case.

It was also seen at the time as a financial win-win, medical historians say. The practice kept numbers up in both residential schools and sanatoriums where funding was tied, in part, to quotas.

So by the 1950s, even though there were better therapies available for tuberculosis patients and therapies that could let them heal at home, Indigenous patients continued to be detained longer — sometimes years longer — than the rest of the population.

McIvor, Genaille and historians don’t yet know the full extent or intentions behind what went on in Canada’s Indian hospitals and sanatoriums.

But they want to get some answers.

“I think a lot of these doctors learned from experimenting on us,” Genaille said. “Why else would just my kind of people be in there and exposed to this?”

See also:

Former sanatorium patient searches for answers, validation

B.C. author tells the horrific story of so-called ‘Indian hospitals’

Aboriginal children used in medical tests, commissioner says

Canadian government withheld food from hungry aboriginal kids in 1940s nutritional experiments, researcher finds

Researcher calls for public inquiry into medical experimentation on students not compensated in settlement agreement


We know they performed experiments on Aboriginal children with nutrition and vaccines, now it seems only a matter of time until the rest of the accusations of medical experiments come spilling out. (Some already have!)

Unless of course the government can cover it up. One successful avenue has been the “reconciliation process” – giving abuse victims payoffs and then essentially shutting them up. One would think if you want “reconciliation” and “healing” you’d have massive investigations into things, clear up the truth and make everything public – enabling the country to move on. They appear to want to pay people to shut up and stifle anything from becoming public. We can’t change the past but we could learn from it. But why would cakers do that? Have to focus on the number one priority: making Canada look “good” to the world and feeling superior to Americans!

See post: Canadians aren’t sorry for genocide: ‘Intentions were good’

Dismal reviews of Canada’s attractions

It’s always a breath of fresh air to read the truth in a caker publication. As this article is not only true but a relative rarity, I’m going to share it here. (My comments below the quotes.)

From the National Post:

“If this year is anything like 2016, a flock of tourists the size of the population of Nova Scotia will be coming to Canada this summer. While most go home satisfied, a chosen few will gaze upon Canada’s wonders and decide that the whole enterprise was a waste of time.

Three months ago, the National Post explored the phenomenon of tourists giving dismal reviews to Canada’s world-renowned national parks. Now we present a gallery of reviews bashing everything else, from museums to memorials to historic sites. All reviews are quoted verbatim.

Royal Tyrrell Museum (Drumheller, Alta.)

“Rather than calling this a Museum, I would call it a shrine to the ideology of evolution. No real dinasaur bones are on display, just fiberglass replicas. The written presentation accompanying each display presents only the theory of evolution. Almost no factual info such as who found the bones and where and when they were found is available.”

Being that dinosaurs are integral to Drumheller and what it’s known for, you’d think they could do better and have REAL bones. But that’s asking too much of Canada and its dino capital! I remember visiting as a kid and seeing a few museums, no doubt they are dismal viewing as an adult.

Rideau Canal (Ottawa, Ont.)

“This open sewer/historic canal does not have any decent places to eat nearby (nothing remotely at Vancouver’s culinary level) or interesting attractions, because the Stalin it’s type bureaucracy that controls it (called the NCC) doesn’t like vibrant urban activity.”

Having lived in Ottawa I can comment on this. The canal is a murky green-brown. It’s shallow and the bottom is filled with rocks, concrete and garbage. There’s no wildlife to be seen other than the odd duck. In the summer it STINKS in many areas from the sewage seeping in or broken pipes releasing fecal fumes. Walking along it presents no special viewing, with little to do, a lot of roads, traffic and abandoned homeless camping spots.

CN Tower (Toronto, Ont.)

“Hours in a line to get up, and the same to get down. Why did I think viewing Toronto would be worth any wait?”

You spend an hour or two waiting in line. You finally get to the top. You look out the window and get to see Toronto: all you witness are brown and grey buildings as far as the eye can see … incredibly ugly and depressing. Then you get to spend half an hour getting down. Just skip it, trust me.

National War Museum (Ottawa, Ont.)

“This gives a poor image of Canada’s War Memorial. It is most likely the entrance to a hotel. Come on get with it.”

Yeah this is the war memorial: just a little statue down town among other statues and monuments. They sometimes do a changing of the guard near it which looks like a cheap knock-off version of the British kind, done for a few tourists’ pennies. You can go see the Canadian War Museum nearby – nothing special either. (It would do for a small city, but this is the nation’s capital!)

World’s Largest Fiddle (Sydney, N.S.)

“We were walking by the waterfront when we saw the fiddle. People call this an attraction? It’s just a fiddle, nothing to write home about.”

This is a great example of how interesting Nova Scotia is. Oh I know … you have waterfront views of the ocean and can go on boats. Just don’t remind the cakers that you can do that anywhere on coastal lands – this is “special” in Canada.

Emily Carr Birthplace (Victoria, B.C.)

“Only three of the rooms in the house are available for viewing, The video about Emily Carr is far too long. Two cats have the run of the entire site, which we had to leave due to our alergic reaction to the felines. Save your money.”

There’s nothing special to see on Vancouver Island. The only things worth going for are hiking in the ancient redwood forests and whale watching. As for this: you basically get to walk into a house, see a couple rooms of nothing and walk out (sums up Vancouver Island nicely).

Montreal’s Gay Village (Montreal, Que.)

“I starting visiting Montreal about 5 years ago. In those days the Gay Village was vibrant with sexual energy and had an edge that was exciting. Open and friendly with a true element of masculinity. Montreal’s Gay Village has been reduced to a play ground for straights, twinks and girls. Even venues like the once famous Leather/Denim bar at the edge of the Village, Le Stud, has made double sure that that only women and boys are welcome. They claim that this is a club for “men who like men”, but upon entering the place there is not a masculine man in site.”

I can’t comment much on this, other than “upon entering the place there is not a masculine man in site” could probably apply to many places in Canada. Montreal is a dirty, brown, grey ugly city with a few nice spots thrown in. The people are marginally better than the rest of cakers and there’s more to do than the average caker city … although Montreal’s “vibrancy” would be considered normal in any American or European city (human activity).

Terry Fox Monument (Thunder Bay, Ont.)

“There is not much to do in thunder bay, its a very boring city, that i probably why this monument is on the list of what there is to do in thunder bay!”

Ah Thunder Bay, I’ll touch on this place soon. In most normal countries a “monument” is something like the Eiffel Tower or Statue of Liberty. In sad Canada a little piece of concrete in any of its small dump cities becomes a “monument” and an “attraction.”

Canadian Museum for Human Rights (Winnipeg, Man.)

“I feel like my human rights were violated by having them trap me in this monstrosity for two hours. It’s not just bad. It’s surprisingly bad. It’s embarrassingly bad … there’s very little here. Granted, they keep reminding you that ‘some of the galleries are not open yet’… but even if these unopened spaces are full of spectacular things like animatronic Gandhis and holographic race riots, it still won’t be enough.”

It’s Winnipeg, enough said! If you leave Winnipeg without being robbed, stabbed or losing your will to live … consider yourself blessed.

Notre Dame Basilica (Montreal, Que.)

“Line was so long, we couldn’t get near the place. The plaza was ok. A guy was selling his guitar CDs and playing guitar. However, he had the amp plugged into the CD and he wasn’t actually playing the guitar. Interesting.”

In my experience whenever you want to do anything remotely interesting in Montreal or see an “attraction” be prepared to wait 60-120 minutes to get in, and then it’s never worth the hype. In this case, there’s a nice church; too many to count in Europe, plenty in the U.S. – but here any nice or older architecture is a big deal.

Habitat 67 (Montreal, Que.)

“Looking at these appartment buildings, it looks like a very unco-ordinated pile of boxes. Not my style of architecture.”

Sad but true … this ugly lump of buildings is an “attraction” that cakers proudly list as something to see in Montreal. Here if you can build things and have them last a few decades without falling apart or succumbing to the bone-shattering winters it’s applauded.

Butchart Gardens (Victoria, B.C.)

“What a disappointment. Of course it was late May so not a lot of flowers but was very busy and not much to see. Too many tourist but the most disappointing this to me was seeing a Japanese flag flying next to the Canadian flag. Are you kidding?”

A nice garden … they have one in every city. Next!

World’s largest dinosaur (Drumheller, Alta.)

“Just did not look real, at entrance to museum,maybe kids like it but it looks like a poor is valuable as a landmark on the way to see something else.”

They said it was the world’s largest dinosaur, not that it was a quality one! Once you’re finished looking at this paper-mache school project, why not head on down to the dinosaur museums with no bones?

Wreck of the S.S. Ethie (Gros Morne National Park, N.L.)

“Not worth going down the steps to the beach! It’s just a bunch of rusty metal parts scattered along the beach! An environmental clean-up is needed by the Federal Government! Even the interpretation sign was in poor shape, too!”

In most places looking at rusty garbage dumps would be considered a forced chore. Here in Canada it’s an “attraction”! So have a long hard look at this photograph and skip the visit.

Miss Piggy Plane Crash Site (Churchill, Man.)

“While there is some sort of story that goes with Miss Piggy, it is simply a bucket of rust that crashed near Churchill. If you are interested, just look at the pictures. The only thing interesting about it was looking for polar bears while my group stared at it.”

Do I even need to comment? It’s an old junk plane. I hope they got their money back, but I doubt it – scamming unaware tourists and immigrants is how we keep the local dollars flowing!

Plains of Abraham (Quebec City, Que.)

“The french come here every year on their national holiday to celebrate their independence but they forget it was the ENGLISH who won the war and granted them the right to stay here and practice their language and religion.”

A nice looking park to walk around with a cheesy little museum. Unlike in the U.S., nothing of major historical importance to most people and no summer re-enactments or in-depth viewing/historical tours.

West Edmonton Mall (Edmonton, Alta.)

“While this place is a Mall crawlers fantasy I hate Malls. There is nothing you could ever need that this place doesn’t have except for peace and quiet. If I liked Malls I could spend weeks in here and not see everything they have to offer.”

Nothing special … a giant mall. It has a bunch of stores in it, movie theater, pools, etc. If you’re like me and hate malls and pathetic unnecessary consumerism, this is your worst nightmare. Of course to the hillbillies in northern Alberta a big mall is “fancy” and exciting!


There you have it folks, this is literally the kind of garbage you find as things to ‘see and do’ in Canada. I took the Parliament building off the list to be fair. While Ottawa is a complete dump, the Parliament building does hold historical significance for Canada and it is the only one in the country. I toured it once during a visit, never felt the need to go back a second time which probably says something.

There was no commentary on Niagara Falls, so let me fill you in: stick to the American side; Niagara and St. Catherines are creepy.

The Canadian side is filled with cheesy attractions: arcades, bad restaurants and such. It’s like a trailer trash wannabe version of Vegas, only I’m pretty sure a sight-seeing attraction put together by a mobile home park would actually be nicer and more interesting. You can buy severely overpriced trinkets all plastered with a maple leaf to remind you of your awful vacation.

Niagara Falls is filled with immigrants from developing nations (who didn’t know any better), drug addicts, criminals and general hillbillies.

There you have it folks, a cross country tour of Canada!

If you come, do it for the wilderness and outdoor activities – the only things actually worth seeing. But if you can do them in Europe or the USA, stay there! They too have mountain ranges, beaches, prairies, coastal waters and even arctic climates.

Canada’s sex offender registry

According to the RCMP:

“The National Sex Offender Registry is a national registration system for sex offenders who have been convicted of designated sex offences and ordered by the courts to report annually to police… 

It is a database maintained by the RCMP that provides Canadian police services with important information that will improve their ability to investigate and prevent crimes of a sexual nature.  

The public does not have access to the National Sex Offender Registry.”

Canada has a long tradition of child abuse: from the residential schools to Catholic churches, and twisted abuse in small towns and the north.

It figures cakers would make a national registry that nobody could actually see, that way parents can’t look up nearby predators to protect their children like they can in the USA.

Who is on the list? According to Maclean’s:

“At last count, the national sex offender registry contained 43,217 names—or about one entry for every 813 people in Canada.” 

“Unlike in the United States, where sex offender registries are publicly searchable, Canada’s version was never designed for citizen consumption. Its founding purpose is to help police locate potential suspects who live near a crime scene, not provide parents with a printout of every convicted molester residing in the neighbourhood.”

It’s okay for law enforcement to have the information to investigate a crime after the fact, but not acceptable for diligent parents to have the information for crime prevention and neighborhood safety. Makes sense … if you’re Canadian.

It gets better, as in backwards Canada sex offenders are winning court rights:

“If a national sex offender database doesn’t contain the name of every known sex offender, after all, is it even worth having?  

In a legal first, Ndhlovu convinced a judge last October that the NSOR is unconstitutional because all convicted sex offenders automatically make the list, regardless of how relatively minor their crimes might be, or minimal the threat they may pose. Simply put, the judge found that denying an offender the opportunity to seek an exemption from the database—especially someone like Ndhlovu, who displayed “great remorse” for his actions and is considered a “very low risk to re-offend”—violates his Charter right to life, liberty and security of the person. 

“Subjecting all offenders, regardless of their future risk, to onerous reporting requirements, random compliance checks by police, and internal stigma, goes further than what is necessary to accomplish the goal of protecting the public,” wrote Madam Justice Andrea Moen, of Alberta’s Court of Queen’s Bench. “The law as it stands will now place Mr. Ndhlovu on police radar for the rest of his life anytime a sexual offence is committed by a black man of average height in his neighbourhood. I find that requiring him to register bears no connection to the object of assisting police officers in the investigation or prevention of future sex crimes.”

 ” … At the heart of the legal arguments is a question that has divided policymakers since before the registry even launched in 2004: Should every convicted sex offender be automatically added to the system? Or should judges have the leeway to decide who makes the cut, taking into account the circumstances of the crime and the specific danger posed by the perpetrator?”

Welcome to Canada folks: protecting women and children is a minor detail next to protecting the rights of sex offenders. If you don’t want to be placed on the list it’s quite simple: don’t commit sexual assault. Plenty have gone through life without committing the “mistake” of sexually assaulting others.

When the data base began it was “discretionary” which allowed for a judge to decide on a ‘registration order’. Predictably: “The result? Hundreds of convicted rapists, pedophiles and child pornographers were left off, either because a Crown did not apply or a judge did not approve.”

After a 2008 Maclean’s investigation into the matter which put it in the spotlight, changes were promised. Starting in 2011, changes were made to include automatic inclusion.

( 2011 !!! WHAT THE HELL CANADA?!)

Not only that:

“Offenders can also apply for removal after a certain period of time (someone with a lifetime order must wait 20 years, for example).”

So initial registration (a simple process), checking in once a year, and being eligible to apply for removal is “too much” for the poor burdened sex offenders of Canada.

Whenever it faces criticism, Canada falls back on the following argument against a public registry: by allowing sex offenders to remain anonymous in the community they are being “protected”. Being protected they are more likely to integrate into society, and if living a “safe, normal” life they are less likely to reoffend – or so is the perverse logic about the matter.

A Canadian study on recidivism rates of sexual offenders (2004) shows:

“Table 2 summarises the recidivism estimates for three distinct time periods, five years, ten years, and fifteen years, for each of the subgroups examined.

The overall recidivism rates (14% after 5 years, 20% after 10 years and 24% after 15 years) were similar for rapists (14%, 21% and 24%) and the combined group of child molesters (13%, 18%, and 23%).

There were, however, significant differences between the child molesters, with the highest rates observed among the extrafamilial boy-victim child molesters (35% after 15 years) and the lowest observed rates for the incest offenders (13% after 15 years).

… Offenders with a prior sexual offence conviction had recidivism rates about double the rate observed for first-time sexual offenders (19% versus 37% after 15 years).”

Recidivism rates tend to change depending on the study. What’s interesting is that this study included Americans (Washington, California) and Brits (England, Wales) – a significant portion I’ll add. The SOR is public in the United States, but only accessible in the UK by law enforcement, teachers, youth leaders, sports club managers, landlords and some others. There is a disclosure scheme whereby parents can request the record of a person with unsupervised access to the child.

I wonder how much the recidivism rates were affected by the public SOR in the USA, and a somewhat open registry in the UK? How does that factor in, versus Canada? It doesn’t say.

They try to put a positive spin on it with this:

“Most sexual offenders do not re-offend sexually over time. This may be the most important finding of this study as this finding is contrary to some strongly held beliefs.”

Interesting conclusion to come to based on a little over 4,000 people studied, considering the global amount of sexual predators. Do these predators reoffend more in developing nations without registries and with poorer law enforcement agencies?

Also pointed out earlier in the article: each study on this subject compromises different definition and criteria, making it difficult to pin down matching conclusions.

But even just going by this study, we can conclude that very serious sex offenders overall reoffend at a rate of about 24%. That’s roughly 1 in 4 offenders. While it may not be “most”, it is a frighteningly significant amount.

If I threw one of the authors into an abandoned building with four rapists and told her “only one” was likely to reoffend, I wonder how comforted she’d be?

If a neighbor three doors down is protected and goes on to rape an eight year old, I’m sure her father will be comforted by the fact the RCMP have access to the SOR to “investigate” the crime afterwards. Caker logic!

Until sussing out which offenders will reoffend becomes an exact science or has enough accuracy to merit discussion, we best make do with what we have and protect people, especially children!

Canada: haven for serial killers and sex offenders.

Canada: shit hole with no regards for the victims.

Canada = dump.

Post Script:

It should be noted that this study does not even begin to touch on the subject of psychopathy, which is intertwined with serious crimes.

A large percentage of violent crimes are committed by persons with psychopathy or other Cluster-B disorders. These people are notoriously difficult to treat and can’t be cured; they’re often able to fool even hardened detectives and world class researchers.

If the statistics in this study are reflective of recidivism by ASPD offenders, then keeping the list private in hopes of rehabilitation is in effect aiding the criminals and makes no difference whatsoever to future outcomes.

Article: The Criminal Psychopath (see section III).

“The picture is almost as bad for violent sexual recidivism. Psychopathy is a significant predictor of sexual violence. Rice and Harris found that 75% of all individuals with both a high Hare score and a positive sexual deviance response—defined as a positive penile pleithismograph response to depictions of children, rape cues, or nonsexual violence—committed a new sexually violent crime within 10 years (as shown in Figure 5).”

Food insecurity in Nunavut ‘should be considered a national crisis’ expert says

The fun continues in Canada. Take a glimpse at the North of the country:

Nunavut (we descend deeper into hell); Yukon (not gold)

Northwest Territories (a new level of hell)

From CBC

Food insecurity in Nunavut ‘should be considered a national crisis,’ expert says

“Food insecurity in Nunavut “needs remedial action,” say the authors of a new report who call for a national food policy.

The Conference Board of Canada released its 2016 food report card on provincial performance, which looks at industry prosperity, healthy food and diets, food safety, household food security and environmental sustainability.

The group defined food insecurity in terms of affordability, availability and utilization, as the United Nations does, said report co-author Jean-Charles Le Vallée, associate director of the board’s Centre for Food in Canada.

Nunavut lags far behind the rest of Canada with one in four people food-insecure compared with up to 10 per cent in the provinces.

“Nunavut is affected more than any other province or territory by household food insecurity, and needs remedial action,” the report’s four authors wrote.

The challenges include high food prices in remote and Northern communities and low incomes for Canada’s Indigenous population as a whole, they said.

“Canada doesn’t think as a country strategically around food,” Le Vallée said. “We don’t have a national food policy. We don’t have a national food strategy.”

In Nunavut in 2014, almost two-thirds of those under the age of 18 were living in households that were food-insecure, said Valerie Tarasuk, a professor in nutritional sciences at the University of Toronto who studies food issues in relation to poverty and homelessness.

“That’s huge. That should be considered a national crisis,” Tarasuk said.

Food insecurity in Nunavut can be addressed, in part because the population is not that large, she said.

“[It’s] really a matter of great urgency that somebody federally move into Nunavut now and start to figure out what kind of resources need to be allocated there to enable people to meet basic needs.”

Alarm bells are ringing but new approaches are needed, said Iqaluit resident Leesee Papatsie. She created a Feeding My Family Facebook group.

“There’s still people struggling to put food on the table,” Papatsie said. “Sometimes we get asked, ‘You have extra cereal? You have bread?’ Just the basics.”

The Conference Board assigned Nunavut a D for food security for those aged 12 and older based on 2011-12 data from Statistics Canada. The Northwest Territories was assigned a B and Yukon and all provinces got As.

The report said some people are more vulnerable, including those living in remote areas, hunting and gathering societies such as the Inuit, single parents, inner-city poor and low-income Canadians.

Overall, food insecurity affects 4 million Canadians, the report estimates.

For Tarasuk, those numbers show no province or territory deserves a grade of A or B on food insecurity because so many are still going hungry.

“There is no question food insecurity erodes people’s health,” she said.

By the time someone is seriously worried about being able to feed themselves and family, chances are they’re behind on rent, utility bills and prescription medication.

Regardless of where in the country people are struggling, Tarasuk said other research points to the benefit of interventions to improve the financial circumstances of those at the bottom of the economic spectrum.

The food insecurity situation in P.E.I. hasn’t changed in about 10 years, said Colleen Walton, a nutrition researcher at the University of PEI and a member of the province’s food security network.

“Parents, especially women, will protect their children, so when you have children living in food-insecure situations and experiencing hunger and poor-quality diets we know that the families are in dire, dire conditions,” Walton said. “It’s all about money.”

Prime Minister Justin Trudeau’s mandate letter for agriculture includes a call for a food policy “that promotes healthy living and safe food by putting more healthy, high-quality food, produced by Canadian ranchers and farmers, on the tables of families across the country.”


What a lying, sham country this is! The other provinces got “A” levels? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Typical cakers: lie about the state of things, self-congratulate and ignore the rot!

I’m disgusted!