All posts for the month July, 2015

Hypocrisy: how minority status trumps Justice


Orion Hutchinson


Delta B.C., October 2008. 21 year old Orion Hutchinson pulled into an intersection on his motorcycle and was struck down by a jeep, brutally being torn from this world. The other driver, who failed to stop, was Monty Robinson, on his way home from a party, his children in the back seat.

Immediately after accident, Robinson, an off-duty RCMP officer, began acting strangely. He handed his driver’s license off to a witnessing bystander and left scene on foot to put his children to bed. Upon arrival home he took a moment to hurriedly pound down a couple of shots of vodka. After tidying up, Robinson leisurely returned to the four-way stop and greeted police, now-on-scene. He explained to police that he had gone home to put his kids to be and to ‘calm his nerves’ with some alcohol.



All the while, Hutchinson lay underneath this wreckage. It was unknown if he was alive or dead. Robinson did not care enough to even check.

Just the usual routine right? Not conspicuous at all, right?

Funnily enough, an unnamed toxicologist at the ensuing trial testified that she had given classes to police officers how to properly administer breathalyzer tests.  One of the components discussed in her course was dealing with a tactic called the “drinking after driving” defense, in which a driver might drink alcohol after an accident in efforts to disguise how impaired he might have been while driving.

It is perhaps important to mention that Robinson had been one of the officers present at this informative lecture.

It is also important to note that the toxicologist was adamant that this particular defense was a clear cut case of obstruction of justice and, although it may obscure measurement of alcohol consumption at the time of an accident, it would be considered a crime in the aftermath. But obstruction of justice, unfortunately, isn’t exactly as damning as a drunk driving leading to manslaughter.

Adding fuel to the fire, Robinson’s own daughter testified that she had witnessed her father consume several beers prior to the accident at the ‘Hallowe’en party’ they had attended. She could not remember the brand or how many, but it was definitely more than one. [1]

To continue on, the word ‘alcoholic’ was bandied about during the trial a great deal. Robinson admitted to drinking to “dull the pain of the job”. An unidentifiable Crown witness even came forward to testify that she had heard Robinson consulting with another individual about how to beat drunk driving charges by consuming alcohol afterward. [2]

And this was not the first time that Monty had found himself on the wrong side of the law while in uniform. Monty Robinson was also one of the RCMP officers involved in the tasering death of Robert Dziekanski in October 2007, almost exactly a year prior to his drunken accident. At this trial he was convicted of perjury by the Supreme Court in Vancouver. The final verdict in that incident: “The final inquiry report released Friday June 18, 2010 concluded the RCMP were not justified in using a Taser against Mr. Dziekański and that the officers later deliberately misrepresented their actions to investigators.” [3] One could say that Monty had had practice lying to officers and was accustomed to using deception to justify his actions in the line of duty.


08 four e / 2nd batch (rough sequence only). ** This is second batch = more detail ** Nov. 14, 2007. Frame grab from video, released to media today, shot by Paul Pritchard at the Vancouver International Airport when he witnessed the tasering of Robert Dziekanski. Handout - video courtesy Paul Pritchard. [PNG Merlin Archive] [PNG Merlin Archive]

Hey, I think I recognize that guy on the right helping murder that helpless Polish guy…

Damning evidence indeed. And, if the story were to end here, one might draw the sensible conclusion that this off duty RCMP officer, who ought to have been held to higher standards than common citizens, should have had the book thrown at him by the courts. He would have had to have been made an example and seen the fullest extent of judiciary punishment. That would make sense, wouldn’t it?



Obstruction of Justice? Pshh…Been there, done that!

Let that sit with you for a moment. We’ll get back to this in a moment, but first, let’s have a look at different individual and an unrelated incident, coincidentally in the same part of the country.

Let us now turn to an incident that occurred on February 2011, Edmond’s Station in Burnaby B.C. Veteran bus driver Charles Dixon noticed an individual sneaking through the rear door of the bus he was operating without payment. Dixon demanded that the man approach and pay for his ride or exit the bus. The stranger made his way to the front of the bus, seemingly to make payment. Suddenly and without provocation, the passenger attacked Dixon, smashing his fists into the unsuspecting bus driver’s face. Shattered face in his hands, the 55 year old driver crumpled and fell to the floor from the sucker punch.

Dixon’s son, who also happened to be on the bus at the time, went to the defense of his father and was also assaulted by Louie who at this point it was noticed was also extremely intoxicated.
This was also not the first time he had attacked a late night bus driver.

Charles Dixon

Sucker punched the generations of ‘White Guilt’ right out of him.

His single blow broke two bones on the right side of the driver’s face and caused other injuries, including cognitive and psychological difficulties. The momentary lapse of sanity and act of extreme aggression by Louie had forever altered Dixon and his life.

A man just trying to do his job was assaulted and very nearly killed.

Again, common sense would dictate that Louie would be behind bars for a very long time for his violent and psychotic act.

But this is Canada – where common sense is far and few between.
And both of these men have one ‘Golden Ticket’in common – they are both aboriginal.


Oh Gosh – You’re aboriginal? That changes everything!! Please, hit me again!

Robinson’s sentence for the death of Orion Hutchinson that night when he mowed him down with his jeep, children in tow?(Keep in mind, he stonewalled at every turn and was caught lying on the stand more than once during his trial)
One month of house arrest, 11 months on probation. A letter of apology to the Hutchinson family and a fine of $1,000 to Victim Services.
Why? B.C. Supreme Court Judge Janice Dillon is quoted as stating “mitigating factors” – including taking into account his aboriginal heritage. No charges for driving under the influence, only charges for obstruction of justice.

Del Louie’s sentence for assaulting and forever altering the life of Charles Dixon?
Provincial Court Judge Karen Walker handed him an 18-month conditional sentence to be served at a rehab residence, 200 hours of community service and two years probation – due to his ‘aboriginal heritage’ and Fetal Alcohol Syndrome Disorder.

The ‘Race’ Card wins again – Hell, it trumps the rest of the deck any time its played it seems.

Leftists lauded these decisions as a victory for equality and compensation for our cruel and malevolent dealings with our natives.

I could go on and on with examples, but will digress after these two.
Since the 1998 ruling of Regina v Gladue – where the Supreme Court of Canada issued an iron-clad edict that sentencing judges must search out lenient or creative sentences for aboriginal offenders that recognize the oppressive cultural conditions, there are many court cases available to peruse where perpetrators of horrific crimes both to native AND non-native individuals were thrown out or given slaps on the wrist due to aboriginal ancestry.


…I sentence you to one ‘macaroni noodle picture’ and three ‘smiley face paintings’ to put on our fridge at the Police Station

What I consider extremely racist however, is the Liberal mentality that these people are somewhat ‘inhuman’ and not up to the standards of the law and should therefore be exempt due to their ‘having to be cared for’ status. All the while, individuals seeking equality and justice are then considered RACIST…You know, like the average common sense Canadian…oh, and did I mention THE BC UNION OF INDIAN CHIEFS?

“This is a misapplication in his case because (these provisions) were never meant to be a loophole or a matter of convenience that high-priced lawyers can reach for in order to keep their clients out of jail,So I think in that regard, this is a miscarriage of those provisions in the justice system.”

-B.C. Union of Indian Chiefs Grand Chief Stewart Phillip to ‘The Province’ Newspaper in regards to the trial of Monty Robinson

The hypocrisy of Liberals implying that aboriginals and other minorities should not be punished due to their inability to tell right from wrong, and then push quotas of ethnic minorities into positions of dutiful law enforcement is so ridiculously racist and at the same time hypocritically insane that I have no idea how they can argue either side of their farce of an argument with a straight face knowing what is on the other side of the coin. It is refreshing to see that a considerable amount of natives see the ridiculousness of the scenario as well.


“You’re a good little indian, yes you are, yes you are!” … “Give it a rest, Whitey!”

The color of your skin, your ethnicity, and your upbringing are no excuse for blatant criminal activity.
Being more of a minority does not make the extent of the crime any less horrific and the victim any less victimized.

In my opinion, if we are all equal, there should be no conceivable premise for favoritism with anything – especially the law. It could have just as easily been a caucasian to perpetrate the crimes above. The only difference would have been that justice probably would have been served.

Justice may be blind, but she can apparently see skin color – at least in Canada…



Horse Gif


Today marks the final day of the Calgary Stampede for another year. I thought I might reflect a bit on my own experiences and pass along some cogitations. This year I had the fortune of attending the Calgary Stampede, and, more importantly, the Big Grandstand Show. Reputed to be the ‘Greatest Show on Earth’, it lived up to its reputation in many ways… but in many ways it did not. There were singers, dancers and elaborate stage constructions (including an enormous moving locomotive that rolled forward towards the audience like an outtake from a Lumière Brothers film [1]). There were feats of strength, more dancing, fireworks that were remindful of an AGM-114 Hellfire air to surface missile strike, and even a lounge singer styled emcee rivalling Richard Cheese. Well… maybe not quite. All told, it was quite the spectacle. It was loud and brash and very over the top western-styled entertainment. I found myself titillated and drawn in by the visual abundance of the show.

The theme for the evening was simply “Canada”. Let’s celebrate Canada, and all that this implies. I suppose this made some sense since Canada Day occurred just before Stampede. And, of course, 2015 marked the 50th anniversary of the National Flag of Canada [2] (I was not overly happy about this point.) And so, for the next couple of hours, each successive act struggled to define uniquely Canadian attributes. And struggle was the key word here. As we have often discussed here on RWN, defining Canada is no easy task, most especially when using banal cultural clichés and nonsensical campy singsong.

An example of this occurred when they started singing about the letters that made up C-A-N-A-D-A, like some Sesame Street learning game (I’m not joking about this actually). “C” is for Canada, that’s good enough for me. Inevitably, by the end, the show had completely shifted focus and had begun peddling the inevitable liberal tripe: Canada’s benevolence, its acceptance and tolerance, its affinity for immigration. There were moments later in the show when I had to literally cover my face with my hands in rage.

To set the tone, it all began with a pre-recorded comedy sketch by none other than last year’s Parade Grand Marshal [3] William Shatner. It was a short film produced by the National Film Board for the Grandstand Show and was presented on the big screens. The Shat was featured doing a parody of his own ‘singing’ style, which, as we all know, consists of spoken words with odd emphasis, punctuated by dramatic pauses for flair. He was assigned the task of singing “Oh Canada” and launched right in, speaking the words in his usual sardonic manner [4].

The comedy started when the disgruntled producer (clearly unfamiliar with Shatner’s antics) interrupts and starts trying to force Shatner to actually sing the lyrics. I smiled and leaned in for more. Yet, what began as funny and interesting quickly became derailed and went off on a stupid socialist tangent. This was to become an ongoing theme throughout the remainder of the show, unfortunately. Shatner began analyzing the words to the national anthem and reinterpreting them. He fumbled with the first verse and came up with “our home on native land”. Uhh ohhh…

Shatner looked closer at the lyrics and mumbled that they’re “confusing and outdated”. Suddenly it became clear what was about to happen: this was some kind of commentary on Canada’s ‘diversity’ and a play on words to sate the NDP voting spectators all around me. My smile faded as he began to “spruce up” the song. He recommenced with his ‘improved’ piece:

Oh Canada (cheer up!), our home on native land, true patriot love (of same sex partnerships), in all our son’s command (and, our daughters). With glowing hearts (like E.T.) we see thee rise, our true north strong and free (free health care), from far and wide (redundant) Oh Canada, we stand on guard for thee. God keep (all Gods… or no Gods) our land, glorious and free (free of smog), Oh Canada we stand on guard for thee, Oh Canada, we stand on guard (guard yourself against frostbite) for thee. [5]

People around me erupted with hysterical laughter and cheering. By this point I was sitting stonily in my seat with a sneer stretched across my face. Didn’t people remember when fatty comedian Roseanne Bar tried to pull a similar stunt with the Canadian National Anthem on July 26th 1990 to a chorus boo? [6]  I felt like there was no difference save for the fact that that this rendition was choreographed (and that Shatner is usually funny). I decided to try and move on and not let this spoil the show, but it was pretty hard with what was yet to come.

Our Richard Cheese styled host (having floated aboard a steel bridge to the stage) then directed us to the real national anthem, which, to my great satisfaction, was well sung in both English and French (and not mutilated.) A helicopter passed over with the Maple Leaf in tow, a nice touch. I tried to ignore the beaded & feathered Indian stereotypes standing with Bonhomme the snowman and RCMP officers on stage. Strangely, our goggle-eyed clown act of a mayor was nowhere to be seen on stage (and, incredibly, never made an appearance for the remainder of the show.) Things seemed to be looking up.

But then things began to slowly degrade into clichés and the usual tired, formulaic approach to Canadian culture I mentioned above. Canadian’s are known for a great many things, the show reinforced again, and got right to it. What are some things that Canada is known for? The more tawdry the better, it seemed. There was bacon, doughnuts… and using the word ‘eh?’ They got around to all of this, I can assure you.

They proceeded to pull out all the stops with this show, as I imagine they do every year. There was a feature on the Northern Lights, a piece on the Hockey Night in Canada Song and a dance conducted by the Alberta Ballet (this was quite something.) They touched on great Canadian musicians such as Anne Murray, Gordon Lightfoot, Justin Bieber, Jerry Lee Lewis (!?) and Celine Dion (in each case finding one of their own vocalists to try and emulate a selection from the original singer’s famed repertoire.) I enjoyed the rendition of Anne Murray’s “Could I Have This Dance”, having never heard it before. I grew up listening to Anne Murray and Gordon Lightfoot, but I had the impression, based on the blank faces of the audience members around me, that few had ever heard of them.

The show then started to once more alternate styles and escalate in tempo, presumably to distract the audience from the fact that none of the Canadiana being portrayed was really all that significant. “What else is Canadian?” asked the emcee with a desperate look on his face. Well, there’s Alexander Graham Bell’s invention, the telephone. And let’s not forget James Naismith’s invention, Basket Ball. Naismith, they explained, invented the sport in 1891, using nothing more than peach baskets and a ‘big soft soccer ball’ before writing the official 13 basic rules to the sport. [7]

And with no further explanation or adieu a troupe of gymnasts stormed the stage. Two small trampolines were wheeled in and a ‘slam dunk’ show commenced at breakneck speed. Again, I’m not joking here. Like something from the NBA All Star Weekend, the team of gymnasts began to demonstrate how to deposit a basketball into a net after bouncing from a springboard. With flips, twirls, passes and hangs, the troupe demonstrated every possible method of slamming the ball known to the Harlem Globe Trotters. One gymnast even ended up sitting in the net, to great audience delight. The only thing noticeably absent from the show was dribbling, shooting from the ground or any of the fundamentals of the game except slamming the ball. “Naismith wouldn’t recognize his own damned game”, I grumbled to myself. People started giving me irritated sidewise looks. The faux basketball players hurried away with their trampolines into the dark. “Get the hell outta here”, I whispered to myself, earning me a ‘shush’ from somewhere in the audience.




Another act immediately marched in and replaced them: an ersatz corpse of RCMP officers composed of dancers complete with horse appendages from the waist down. The Red Serge, perhaps the most identifiable of Canadian icons, seemed a solid choice for the choreographers, and beyond reproach. Over the years we’ve all learned that the RCMP, in their Sam Browne Belts, yellow striped Jodhpurs, bright red tunics and brown riding boots are truly great Canadian heroes (through watching reruns of Dudley Do-Right and Due South, mostly.) Sadly, I think to myself, the Red Serge uniform is only used for ‘Full Dress’ Ceremonies, not in the course of an RCMP officer’s normal duties. Now relegated to civic functions, weddings, funerals and musical rides, the Red Serge is virtually never seen in public anymore. Wait, did I say musical ride?

The corpse of 32 RCMP cavalry (wearing stuffed horses as I mentioned), began the complex preliminary techniques for the Musical Ride, lining up on two sides of the stage as the music cracked and boomed. What followed was so absurd I was forced to laugh aloud. The actors commenced with the full and complete Musical Ride on their reproduction stallions, weaving about on stage in complex patterns. The officers prancing about the stage inside their fake horses looked silly beyond belief, yet somehow still managed to be impressive. They took a great Canadian tradition, gave it a humourous twist, and came up with something fresh, complex and visually interesting. The group did some more romping around the stage and then headed for the wings. I found myself wearing a smile on my face and felt impressed.

The big screens then once again flashed to life and a montage began to unfold. Something to do with Canadian immigration and the swearing in ceremony. Canada takes in a great many new citizens every year and is a sanctuary to refugees and people seeking a new life apparently. Without knowing why I felt a cloud forming above my head. The screens showed us a group shot of the most recent immigrants to have undergone the Oath of Canadian Citizenship. I took a quick scan of the featured group and was unsurprised to see that virtually all appeared to be from third world countries. I think I might have counted one, maybe two European looking faces in the throng. A great many were elderly, and several among the group looked to be ill. Many appeared to be bewildered and a few wore sycophantic leers. The show then cut to an Asian family from somewhere impoverished, a couple with their two children.

The narrator explained that this family had struggled to complete their standard testing, submit their application and had successfully learned English. This family had the right stuff and were to be granted citizenship, we were informed. But the best part of all, the narrator explained, was that they would undergo their swearing in tonight, right before our eyes. We were to bear witness to their oaths, these future Canadians. They were waiting in the wings and would pledge fealty to the Queen before a specially prearranged citizenship Judge. Suddenly it all became clear what was going on. Another appeal for the acceptance of multiculturalism. Another liberal ploy to evoke empathy and fuzzy feelings in the masses. Yet another dog and pony act to try and justify the bloated C.I.C. and the out of control immigration going on in Canada. “Jesus Christ!!”, I growled from between clenched teeth.

And on strode the participants to the stage. The Asian family, looking suitably submissive and alarmed, was followed by several RCMP officers and the Judge, bedecked in his black robes and white bib. Also present were several other delegates of Immigration Canada and a handful of other officials. Bonhomme was probably hiding somewhere in the congregation, I’m sure. The swearing in began after a pause just as everyone came to position and stood at attention. After some rambling and introductions, the presiding Judge solemnly asked “what language do you prefer to speak during the ceremony?”

“Ingrish”, was the response of the parents (to considerable audience enchantment.)

The questions began, and the oath was recited. From this point onward the ‘English’ used became completely unintelligible.

I swear
That I will be faithful
And bear true allegiance
To Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth the Second
Queen of Canada
Her Heirs and Successors
And that I will faithfully observe
The laws of Canada
And fulfill my duties as a Canadian citizen. [8]

Practically none of the oath could be discerned due to the extreme language barrier. When the four participants had finished defiling the Oath, the presiding Judge made a proclamation declaring the family to ‘officially be Canadian Citizens.’ And the crowd went wild. I saw standing ovations in many sections, people applauding furiously and more than a few spectators in tears.

Just look at them, I thought to myself, seething with rage. Clapping like well-trained seals; the Joe six-packs and Sally Soccer Mom’s all nodding and smiling and applauding. Soft and tolerant and conditioned to accept any outrage, any propaganda set before them, the people stood and clapped. The show effectively ended for me at this point, I wasn’t under any illusions and knew full well just what had just happened. I neither clapped nor stood. Instead I sat holding my head in my hands.

It wasn’t really about the family at all, you see. It was actually about continuing to redefine Canada as benevolent, gracious and, above all, accepting of everything and everyone. The Swearing in Ceremony was really about thrusting false Canadian ideals in the face of each audience member while calling it something else. I had nothing against the immigrant family personally, as they were merely doing what anyone from a third world hell hole might when presented the opportunity. Rather, I was angry that our runaway government, ever expanding and self-indulgent, well aware that immigrants cost the nation financially while contributing little or nothing to the economy, was still effectively advertising mass immigration to the fools.

And yet our government presents few statistics detailing its handiwork and seems to work at playing upon people’s emotions in efforts to keep the floodgates open. Our government makes it seem like Canada has boundless capacity for absorbing and supporting new residents. Big Government has made an industry of bringing unskilled, culturally alien immigrants into Canada at an unsustainable rate. The immigrants in turn sponsor their entire families and the people just keep pouring in. Our failing welfare state and health care system becomes ever less capable of carrying the weight. And yet the weak-headed cultural relativists just keep on clapping, smiling, standing and weeping.

The Grandstand Show director, Brian Foley, called the Canadian Oath feature “a salute to citizenship in Canada” [9]. “Nothing could be more classic than immigrants taking their Canadian citizenship oath… as the Haque family from Bangladesh did to roaring applause”, babbled the Calgary Sun. [10]

But I can think of something more ‘classic’ and a far more fitting ‘salute to Canada’. How about the preservation of what little Canadian culture remains by way of the complete dismantling of the immigration system and its infrastructure? Let’s stop the farce from being perpetuated and call a spade a spade. Canada must realize that a laissez-faire, altruism-fueled immigration system makes a welcome mat of our flag and a grease-smeared shabby rag of our country.

Oh that good ol’ ‘U.N.’…

Just a fun little cartoon brought to you by the National Firearms Association of Canada’s publication, the Canadian Firearms Journal, illustrated by RWN’s own editorial cartoonist.

As many of you know, the UN has been discreetly attempting to convince member-nations in the West to disarm their civilian populations, all the while turning a blind eye to the true perpetrators of mass gun crime.

The NFA have been actively attempting to address the UN, fighting for the firearms rights of Canadian citizens.