Premier McGuinty Raves About Her
I have been waiting with some trepidation for the latest Annual Report for the Ontario Human Rights Commission to see what new super powers, she who I wish could not be named, had taken unto herself and her minions.
My trepidation was actually unwarranted. Abject fear, and horror would have been more appropriate as she unveiled in her annual report what had been policy for some time, that now personally unburdened by the screwing up of individual lives for the alleged public good, having delegated that to the new/old Tribunal, which still seems to report to the Ontario HRC, she could go after larger groups.
This is the Barb Hall, who declared a victory for the small percentage of visually impaired people, like the Chair of the Tribunal Mr. Michael Gottheil, in our population when she miraculously enforced a system of call outs for each and every stop on every route on every transit system in Ontario, with a few laggards being roundly beaten into submission. By the way, she did this without leaping a single building. She hasn’t declared or even acknowledged any form of defeat for the equivalent percentage of acquired brain injury and otherwise mentally challenged members of our population, like myself, who now find it harder to take public transit, because of the increased confusion caused by this unnecessary noise, and the fear and paranoia it causes for us. Law of Unintended Consequences, anybody?
Wait until she releases her policy on Housing and goes after landlords who are reticent to put their homes, buildings and life savings at risk to low income, and less desirable tenants.
Next up, police and RACIAL PROFILING. That’s gonna be a big one. If you want to see where she is heading next, watch the Tribunal cases, and see when she ups the ante. First, she went after Metro Toronto Constable Shaw. Now, it’s the Chief, William Blair. Then watch as it shifts from the tribunal back to Barb’s Commission for policy for all the police forces of Ontario. There’s a pattern here, and if the Police Chiefs of Ontario don’t jump on this hard, they will be screwed royally by the time this is all said and done.
But, my abject fear and horror quickly turned to nausea and revulsion when I read the following:
Premier Dalton McGuinty praised the work of the commission and took a shot at new Progressive Conservative Leader Tim Hudak, who has been critical of human rights bureaucracy and called for the tribunal to be scrapped.
“I think that the Conservatives are bringing kind of a small view to what we’re doing here,” McGuinty said. “We are participating in a remarkable adventure largely without precedent in the annals of human history. We’re inviting people to come here from the four corners of the world. It’s only natural and predictable that in those circumstances from time to time there will be a little bit of friction … we need a place in a civilized society to address those kinds of concerns,” he said.
The Conservatives are bringing a small view, says he. If voicing concern about how the Ontario HRC rides roughshod over the lives of individuals, and silences those whom they have destroyed with gag agreements is a small view, give me some more of the small view, please. Premier McGuinty calling the actions of the Ontario HRC “a little bit of friction” is like saying that World War II was a minor family squabble.
The biggest problem currently is that the truth about the abuses of the Commission are so hard to get at because of the gag agreements, and the shame that those who have been abused feel, not unlike that felt by battered spouses.
So, midst all of this zaniness, I wrote this little poem to calm my frazzled nerves. It didn’t work particularly well, but it was fun doing it.
Barb Hall Ontario’s Queen of Censors
Barb Hall’s annual report came down from on high
Full of promise of peace, love and pie in the sky.
It sounded so good, that Premier McGuinty did say
“Our Barb walks on water each and every day.”
Jim Corcoran connected with Bishop De Angelis one day,
When the Bishop asked him to leave the altar and pray.
Gay Jim didn’t like it and swore he’d been had,
So he went to Pope Barb, who could feel for the lad.
He asked for some cash, $260k if you could,
then for De Angelis to change church gay teaching if he would.
It ain’t gonna happen, a fight’s on the rise,
And Jimmy and Barb don’t have God on their sides.
This is only one dustup, but Barb doesn’t care,
She’ll pick fights with anyone, any time anywhere.
Her record has been solid, but the reason is clear,
Her opponents are usually quaking with fear.
So, we’ll see how she does when the party is over,
Who’s standing, who’s sitting and who just fell over.
If she wins this one, I quit. I am leaving.
I’ll be heading to somewhere warm to do my grieving.
She’s going after Housing, her next port of call
Cheap housing, nay free for one and for all.
Landlords are a nuisance. They’re such greedy folk.
Complain about costs, mortgages, debt load, what a joke.
Choose their own tenants, pick one over the other.
What about that broke underage mother?
She’s got no money. What’s that matter to you?
If Barb’s Policy says your stuck, then her word is true.
Now Policing’s the big one that she’s out to get.
To her it’s all ’bout racial profiling, the works you bet.
They ground Constable Shaw. Next up is Chief Blair.
When all’s said and done, not a cop safe nowhere.
She’ll own every badge, while the bad guys go free,
You won’t even be safe in your house, you’ll see.
When all’s said and done, I’ll say I told you so,
But I’ll be outta here. We’ll just get up and go.
If you want it to differ, here’s what you must do
Get up off your duff, and help us out of this stew.
Read “Shakedown”. Don’t breakdown, there’s more of the same.
The only way to stop this is to get in the game.
Write letters. Send emails. Phone friends. Do whatever.
But quit, we must not. Not Now. Not ever.
Barb’s dastardly plan must be put to an end
Or, you’ll never be sure who’s up next, my friend.