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Total freedom for wolves is death lambs

Both Liberty and Equality Among the primary goals are Pursued by Human Beings THROUGHOUT Many centuries; goal total liberty for wolves Is Death To The lambs, total liberty of The Powerful, The Gifted, is Not Compatible With The rights to a decent existence of The Weak & the less gifted.

Isaiah Berlin, The Crooked Timber of Humanity. Chapters in the History of Ideas , Princeton, Princeton University Press, p. 12.

Last Saturday, a half-hour from downtown Quebec City, took place the most important event in the history of the province, even humanity. No, it's not about the birth of twins to Celine, and Mutt Jeff Dion-Angelil, but the gathering of this new extreme right movement - otherwise, why this gem of an honorary chief, Jeff Fillion: "I do not consider myself a lucid, far away. For me, the lucid, the same system, the same enhancement of the welfare state. [...] The lack of culture in left-right [sic ] is obvious when you think that Joseph and François Legault Facal are right "in short, if, in his world, everyone is on his left is that it is of extreme right is logical and geometric! - The Freedom Network-Quebec (RLQ). For people like Jeff who are having difficulty differentiating their right from their left, here are two suggestions for further reading here and here.

About 450 people, mostly males angry ex-IX or bruised ADQ - in dealing with the failure of autonomy, Maxime Bernier had focused its public - have listened to the speeches of orators is provocative, is amazing, or completely stupid. Ezra Levant, future Glenn Beck Fox News North, the oil sands is more ethical than oil of the Muslims. Gerard Deltell, a historian, welcomes the wealth, while forgetting that it was often accumulated at the expense of workers poorly paid or not (for example, Americans and slavery) and it is usually transmitted from generation to generation - according Fortune, 75% of all assets acquired by inheritance and not by the sweat of his brow - and decries the unions, for their claims, have greatly contributed to the outbreak of the middle class. Then Jacques Brassard, a climate-skeptic, who shows his ignorance and beautiful will be a next post. All in all, the celebration of "40 years of wandering the Quebec government" by the libertarian youth - the average age was in his thirties - contained all the ingredients for a wonderful bouillabaisse rightist narcissistic in a cauldron amnesia ( voluntary?) and submission to a transcendent economic order, mixed one part praise of wealth, a quarter of Magical Thinking, a cup of jealousy of the union, a bowl of black rage, a generous helping of ignorance dusted bad faith, a pinch of authoritarianism, and no need season with vision or shades.

The big losers of this adventure proved his many followers - we had to turn down! - Who vote against their interests, because in social Darwinism implied the RLQ of libertarianism, they stand unfortunately not at the top of the ladder. With such a right to power, union members will retain their rights protected by laws and charters, academics and the most educated have always advantageous salary conditions and benefits they can afford, and the poor will receive the aid if it is only to stabilize the peace. The victims are the working poor, dispensable, non-union, no benefits, anonymous and interchangeable, much of the clientele of the RLQ. For followers of profit does not care about those who can not get them: lambs.

Little viewing

Michael Sandel, Harvard professor and author of Justice , book I mentioned some time ago, is an outstanding teacher and his course is one of the most popular of this illustrious University: 14,000 students have taken it. We are lucky because this course of political philosophy is available absolutely free on the Internet here. I recommend it to everyone, but especially my friends from Quebec Freedom Network.

Greater Rate Of Respiration Reptile Vs Mamm

32 short questions on religion

Last week, a survey conducted in the United States by the Pew Forum on Religion & Public Life showed that believers knew something less in religion than atheists. On average, respondents correctly answered 16 of 32 questions and results are as follows: atheists and agnostics were 20.9, Jews, 20.5, Mormons, 20.3, Protestants, 16 and Catholics, 14.7. The results should not be very different in Quebec. As for me, I had 27/32. I have small gaps in Hinduism and Buddhism, and American history. The issues here are .

Why atheists have they fared better than the believers? It seems that the educational level of the former has been greater than that of the latter, at least in the sample. This does not mean that knowledge makes atheist! It means rather that education reduces ignorance.

I am an atheist and I apostate. The term "non-practicing Catholic" was hiding too much hypocrisy for my taste. I do not believe in God and did not need a disciplinarian, who sees everything we do and who we would blame at the end of today to lead a good life. In addition, there is no scientific proof of the existence of God because it is outside the scope of the experiment. That is why there is faith. And Pascal's wager, very little for me: I'm not gambler!

Nevertheless, religion, whether we veuillons or not, is part of one's identity - it is impossible to understand without knowing the individual's culture, so its myths, its beliefs and customs - and many need to believe to be happy. That is why I am in favor of the course Ethics and Religious Culture . Finally, there are bad teachers everywhere and people have never questioned the mathematics curricula or geography. Why so hard on the course RCTs? Because it makes the individual free to follow the way he wants, notwithstanding the objections of fundamentalists, religious or not, who want to impose their beliefs.

Jesus a philosopher?

Recently, I asked about the distance between the original message of Jesus and that of Church. (Special thanks to Bishop Ouellet!) It seemed that many speakers of the official Roman doctrine often betrayed the teachings of Christ, let us remember, is summarized in a single formula: "Love one another .

In Christ philosopher (Paris, Seuil, 2009), Frederic Lenoir revisits the history of Christianity from its origins to today and highlights the modernity of Christ's message which preaches equality, individual freedom, the emancipation of women, social justice and the separation of church and state. Briefly, values that have been overshadowed by Rome, which has confused the political and religious powers, for over a millennium. These values have resurfaced in the Renaissance, in response to clergy abuse. Modernity is thus born as a reaction against the Church by drawing its source in the ethics of Jesus.

On a more spiritual, Jesus, according to Lenoir, would facilitate an indoor practice makes it essential that any mediation or no human institution, as is implied in the parable of the Last Judgement :

When the Son of Man comes in his glory, of all the angels, then he will sit on his throne of glory. Before him shall be gathered all nations, and he will separate people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. It will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left. Then the King will say to those on the right: "Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you since the foundation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, naked and you clothed me, sick and you visited me, in prison and you come see me. "Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when we happened to see you hungry and feed you, thirsty and you drink, a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you, sick or prisoner and come see you? "And the King will answer:" Verily I say unto you, insofar as you did for one of these least brothers of mine, is mine that you did. '"(Matthew 25:31-40)

Indeed, the essence is there! And whether I am an atheist and apostate, I may still go to heaven!

Small readings
Charles P. Pierce, Idiot America. How Stupidity Became a Virtue In The Land Of The Free , New York, Doubleday, 2009. Markos Moulitsas
, American Taliban. How War, Sex, Sin, and Power Bind jihadists and the radical Right , San Francisco, Polipoint Press, 2010.

Americans are fascinating. On the one hand, they have created one of the most advanced societies in the world. On the other hand, they are capable of falling into the most abysmal stupidity. Pierce, in American Idiot, talk of war with the expertise that exists in the United States, mainly for economic reasons and Policy, whose objective is to eliminate this crazy idea that knowledge is good to establish that we should listen to those who know the least. Because, let's not forget, the experts are part of the evil elite! The opinion of the pastor of a church on the obscure theory of evolution is largely that of doctor of molecular biology! Why elect someone smart, so we just choose the one with whom one would have a beer? Why is the consensus of thousands of climate scientists on global warming he would carry more weight than a dozen "scientists" who confuse climate and weather and devoted to attacking the messenger rather than finding faults in the rigor of the message? In short, three principles that animate American Idiots:

• any theory is valid if it sells enough books or boosts ratings, brief if it is profitable;
• is true that everything has called strong enough;
• and a fact is something that is believed by enough people, the truth is determined by the fervor of believers.

If we trust what we read or listen to Quebec we must admit the American idiocy is contagious.

In a similar vein, but a record of more slobbering, Moulitsas trace links between the values of the American right and the Taliban: the pervasive moralism, the goal of establishing a theocracy, the use torture, the need always to declare war on someone, censorship, misogyny and slavery of women, the erosion of freedoms, etc.. It's a bit spoofed, but frankly funny!

Leaning A Mirror On Fireplace

52. Irving won

Xavier and I became friends. Despite his gruff side prophet, I learned to know and even now he departed in his time, he makes me still visit occasionally.

He returned in the future shortly after the military had transferred the capital to the revolutionaries, complaining of having failed in his mission. But things are soon back to normal when the international community has finally decided to intervene in the case French, to counter what has been called "the triumph of unconsciousness."

Within weeks, the newly arrived troops retook the capital and the revolt was nipped in the bud. I think in a few years, there will emerge a new generation of sixty-eighters who boast of having tried to change the world.

Everything is back as before, almost. Some social laws were passed, or restored, but the measures have lasted a year or two. Up what's new president told his constituents at some point we must be realistic.

I am anything but a leader of men. The army of losers is again reasonable, and today the country is experiencing an unprecedented labor peace. But I continue to be called Irving Rutherford.

Vincent ended up leaving the country. It has become quite an artist recognized overseas. One day when I had not heard from him for months, he called me and asked me to send my manuscript to get it published. When I asked him why he would do such a thing, he replied tersely, "Because I can."

Currently, my knight story was translated into English and distributed to small print. Sales ahead very bad, but Vincent still got called for a second book.

Unable to write another novel, I sent the manuscript old survivor of the fire in my apartment, where I spent my time to spit before. Vincent, in rereading it, I announced that I had never written anything better.

-I want to believe you, I said before hanging up.

And the record will probably all my life. Even if you never know what the future holds.

Martin has returned to about the same time that my tumor. I first learned to the tumor, and when I returned home after a long day at work (I've found work), she was there waiting for me outside my home. I have no idea how she found me.

She wanted to get back together, but when I took her in my arms I thought to the tumor, and I thought of this life full of compromises. I loosened my grip and I declined his proposal. I then spent several nights without sleep.

I finally sleep again, and I returned to my little routine. I tried to write one or two stories, that I failed to finish. I changed my job, to break the routine.

I got a tattoo. Last. I did write "Won" on my chest. Sometimes I meet in the mirror this tattoo survivor who proclaims "Every day is golden, and I have the reflex to scratch, as if he could leave. I try to save me paying for laser surgery, but most of my money is engulfed me in my attempt to reconstruct a collection of comics, and my medical expenses.

When Xavier going to see me, it reminds me that I'm still young. He tells me that the future does not seem to budge an inch these days, and that I should take this opportunity to offer me a vacation.

-whore The future is immutable, I remarked one day with a touch of bitterness.

-Just for people like you.

I went to spend a week with Vincent and it made me a very foolish. Although he has not had much time to give me, he was very hospitable, and introduced me girls could please me. I returned to France with his arms full of unsold copies of my first novel published.

I read it once to me, and I went to bed later, despite the jet lag and the working day waiting for me tomorrow. Looking back, I found the end rather optimistic

" Paxton Fettel fired three hundred gold pieces of his equipment, and two percent more of his sword. It's dressed like a tramp he left the small town hospitality. He passed through the forest without encountering a single robber.

Here I am now the king of nothing, "he exulted.

knight's life had been heavy and cumbersome. The drop in this way made him exult over several days. He had money in advance, and no responsibility. He even went to a group Goblins on the run without lifting a finger.

The days passed, inn to inn, and discovered that the world was not confined to the vast lands of Ragnar. Beyond the mountains to the east, waiting for the aquatic people who survived the great flood. Accessible by boat to the north was the land of giants.

Without realizing it, until he lost the urge to fight. Some nights by the fireside, he imagined the old kings slumped on their thrones, sword and crown pendant into disrepair, bards who listened with half an ear. He, the king of the pasture and temporary camps, fell asleep each night to the sound of adjacent taverns.

He ended up missing one day of money. He bought an old dilapidated farm for a pittance, and began to grow just enough head to feed. And hell, he would be happy!

His beginnings as a farmer were not easy, and its first harvest was so thin that he seek the generosity of its neighbors for the winter. We liked Paxton property in the neighborhood, although some were trying to make him understand sometimes in veiled terms that a knight will never make a good farmer, and vice versa.

-Honestly, I do not see any more noble in knight in the field work, often mocked Paxton.

"It's not a question of nobility, but temperamental. We do not force them to be someone else. "Gargan replied when the toothless, which put Paxton in a rage.

harvests followed, and soured somewhat. It was sometimes spend a gloomy veil over the eyes of Paxton, fleeting as it is inexplicable. And sometimes, when he saw children playing with wooden swords in the field, he seemed to make an effort to postpone his concentration elsewhere.

One day he met at the village fete Morgados his old friend, who did not recognize him at first sight. Paxton was forced to explain to him that he had renounced the knighthood to live more simply.

-Plus just what? Morgados was surprised.

They discoururent long on the usefulness of the regulation of goblins, and life as a free man. The two friends drank a few glasses, and went singing to the farm of Paxton. Morgados early morning resumed the road.

Paxton Fettel not working that day. He sat on a chair outside his door and watched the sun rise and descend. He allowed himself to enter the fields and their resource, and almost shed a few tears as he recalls some epic battles he had conducted.

He did not eat, did not utter a word, but seemed to spend his day doing long goodbye to something or someone with whom he was not really intimate. The fading light, his features soften to handle a somewhat childish nostalgia which drew a smile from the local peasants.

Some people seem a little strange.

nightfall, Paxton stretched, then went to store his chair inside. It falls one last time to contemplate the plain asleep, and took his decision. "

END