...born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad

The hurdle of disbelief: Sitting at a swank gathering last evening (a fundraiser for a Jewish school which featured Elie Wiesel as the keynote speaker), I got to talking, as I am wont to do, about the greatest threat facing Canadian society. No, not al Qaeda sleeper cells. No, not Celine Dion. It’s the cockamamie kangaroo court system that has jettisoned 800 years of British Common Law in favour of Marxist mumbo jumbo and enforced groupthink—George Orwell by way of Alice in Wonderland by way of Arthur Koestler’s Darkness at Noon. Over dinner I tried to explain to my tablemates how it worked.

“So the Ontario Human Rights Commission can come into your home without warning or a warrant, go through your things, take away whatever it wants, and use it against you in a “court” where there’s no presumption of innocence, the truth is irrelevant, and the verdict is always guilty. Oh, and you’re on the hook for all your legal fees, while the person who complained doesn’t have to pay a dime.”

From the looks on their faces I could see they thought I had taken complete leave of my senses and made up the whole thing.

It occurs to me that that’s likely to be the biggest impediment to getting rid of this ridiculous system—the fact that people simply cannot fathom that HRCs/tribunals actually have the power to do what they do.

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