In case someone is thinking about doing something nasty to a plane and weren’t sure how to do it, well, the entire deal is on Drudge today.
Thermite — a mixture of rust and aluminum powder — could be used against a commercial aircraft. The Transportation Security Administration (TSA) said it is unlikely to detect and unable to extinguish what an FBI report called “the greatest potential incendiary threat to aviation. A thermite device, though difficult to ignite, would produce toxic gasses, which can act as nerve poison, as well as a thick black smoke that will significantly inhibit any potential for in-flight safety officers to address the burn.” Now what purpose does publishing something like this serve? We’ll tell you. No purpose.
We’ll leave this one up to you to decide. We think it is outright racism, stemming from the sense of entitlement during the time of the charter of values, that was all the rage here in Quebec last year.
A Quebec court judge told a woman appearing in her Montreal courtroom she would not hear her case unless the woman removed her hijab. A hijab does not hide her face at all. That’s a niqab, which leaves only the eyes exposed.
The Quebec judge said that the courtroom is secular and as such would not hear the women’s case unless she removed her visible religious article. Of course the same could happen with a man wearing a kipah or a sikh wearing his turban. Judge Marengo cited Article 13 of the regulations of the Court of Quebec: “Any person appearing before the court must be suitably dressed.” Article 13 makes no specific reference to headscarves or any other garments.
Blanche, can we call a spade a spade? This woman’s hijab is part of who she is. She doesn’t just wear it on a whim. Nor does a Jew wear his kipah on a whim. We are waiting now to see what the premier of Quebec does – if anything.
Perhaps da judge la could have been gardening with the deposed princess pauline marois all summer. In which case her remarks make perfect sense because da princess la is the root of the issue. In either case, this judge best watch herself or she could be looking for a permanent gardening position.
What is it with those American announcers? Do they have grandiose personality disorders?
First Brian Williams gets caught making up stories that he was in a helicopter that was hit by a grenade while covering the Iraq War in 2003. Not. He was not in the helicopter. Then he said he saw a body floating in New Orleans after Katrina. Not. Now it’s Bill O’Reilly.
Some New York Times reporter uncovered a story where O’Reilly said he was in the Falklands during that war. Seems he was not. Today it came out that he was standing on the porch when a friend of Lee Harvey Oswald, the person who assassinated ,President Kennedy’s killed himself with a shotgun because he was asked to testify against Oswald.
O’Reilly is not going quietly. Who knows if this is true. One thing we have learned though. Where there’ smoke, there’s usually fire.
Can we talk? What happens to people when they get into a position of power? Take our mayor Denis Coderre. Before he became mayor he sounded like a nice, normal guy. Yes he was a career politician but he just sounded sensible. Then he got elected.
His latest genius idea? To build a new walkway going from Mount-Royal to the St. Lawrence River. Sounds not bad, eh? Until you find out the price. Right now he says it will cost $42 million. That’s now. There’s no little envelopes built into the cost yet because it has not gone to tender, nor has inflation been taken into account as this sidewalk is not going to be started until next January.
Wait you say. Why start a project like this in the middle of the winter? For the same reason as he’s doing the entire thing. It’s not his money. Did he ask us if we want this? Did he ask store owners along the way what they think of losing 90 parking spots? We don’t want that sidewalk. We don’t need that sidewalk and for 8 months a year no one will be using that sidewalk. Sadly, very sadly, Coderre is just like the rest of them. They get into power, see all that money and forget where it came from.
Good Shabbos,
We’ll talk…