Archive | June 7, 2014

Parents not allowed in First Medical Visit*

Parents not allowed in First Medical Visit*

By Paul Joseph Watson

When Michigan mother Christine Duffy brought her 17-year-old daughter into her physician’s office for a minor foot injury, she was told that a new medical access law required a nurse to have a “private” conversation with her child, another example of how parental authority is being eviscerated by the state.

I was there last week for an appointment for Amy. She hurt her foot, which makes dancing difficult, so we had to get that checked out. Amy is 17; I asked if this policy was in effect and if so, how could I opt out. The receptionist told me it’s a new law and there is no opting out. Working to keep my cool, I said, “I’m sure there is.” She said, “No, there isn’t.” At which point I asked if I needed to leave and go to the urgent care center because I was not submitting my daughter to such a conversation.

That did not go over well

The receptionist closed the window. Almost immediately, the office manager turned the corner and said, “Mrs. Duffy, may I speak with you?”

She said there was a new policy that would allow a child to access his/her medical records online and the child would be allowed to block a parent from viewing the website. The nurse would also inform my children that the doctor’s office is a safe place for them to receive information about STDs, HIV and birth control. That is what the nurse would be chatting about with my children without any pesky parental oversight.

I kindly informed her that no one would be talking with my children privately, and I needed to know how to opt out of this policy before bringing Amy back for her physical next month. (Yay for physicals! Amy is so excited.)

By this time, the doctor was ready to see Amy so I had to cut the conversation short because I was not letting my girl out of my eyesight or earshot. Not when it was clear that these people were angling to undermine my parental authority.

Does that sound a bit dramatic to you? It shouldn’t. Because that is exactly what they are trying to do.

Duffy went on to assert her right as a parent to decide what her daughter should be told about sex or birth control. She also cited the potential of teenage boys being given condoms by doctors in defiance of parental encouragement to abstain from having sex before marriage.

In addition to the conversation about birth control and STDs, previous examples have taught us that nurses sometimes quiz children about domestic abuse, to the point where an accident or an incident where the child was spanked can escalate into a full blown CPS investigation.

This case highlights how the state, primarily via the schooling system and health care, is moving aggressively to curtail parental authority and set the precedent that the government is responsible for protecting children from their own parents.

“We are living in a new America, one in which officials and their subordinates will stop at nothing to control every aspect of our lives, as well as those of our children,” writes Mac Slavo, adding, “With tens of thousands of laws on the books and more coming, it is only a matter of time before the government will have given themselves permission to do whatever they like with you… and your children.”

Last month we reported on how EMS workers told a mother who homeschooled her children that they were “agents of the state,” before proceeding to conduct an inspection of her home.

The increasing effort to characterize children as property of the state was perhaps best emphasized in a recent MSNBC promotional video which featured host Melissa Harris-Perry decrying the “private notion of children” and that “kids belong to their parents or their families” in favor of a “collective notion” that “kids belong to whole communities.”


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Any Father would be Angry, but the Price was the Forced Adoption of his Son*

****Up Nature: Sex change for Nine-year-olds*

U.K. Fingerprinted over a Million Pupils in Schools without Parental Consent*

The Rebirth of Paganism

Pregnant and Brain-dead, yet Forced to Incubate a Fetus*

‘Phantom’ Pregnancy or a Stolen Baby!?*

Parents to Be Taxed for Not Vaccinating their Children*

Death from Vaccinosis and an Imprisoned Father*

Children were Sexualized to Keep Abortion Cash Flowing*

The Paths of Return

The Neo-Colonial Context of Canada’s Multiculturalism*

The Neo-Colonial Context of Canada’s Multiculturalism*

By Joseph Tavares

Come 2017, roughly one fifth of Canada’s population will belong to a visible minority – they account for almost 5% of the total population currently. This is while the Aboriginal population of Canada comprises about 4% of the population.

Doesn’t that mean Canada’s minority population is somewhere around 9%?

There’s one connotation to ‘oxymoronic’ that imbues the word with disdain. Another framing of the word defines that which refers to the outrageous.

Canada, bastion of freedom, exemplar of peace, refuge for the world’s forgotten – land of the free, home of the brave…

Home of the brave.

The Brave?

Is it the math, or am I missing something more here?

I’m not.

Home of the braves. Home of the First Peoples, the First Nations. The Aboriginals. The Inuit. The Métis, that blending of Canada’s first conquistadors, the French, with the indigenous.

Our home, and Native land.


Multiculturalism and the neo-colonial context in Canada

We sit here, on our maple porch, perched on a feigned demure of haughtiness. We preen in front of the world; show our peaceable might with odes from politicians and monarchs afar, saying, “Bring us your wretched! Rescue your dreams in our land of mixed hopes! You are wanted!”

Someone’s gotta work the cafés, right? There’s opportunity for the destitute, modern slavery with running water for the housed, eh? But that’s another article – or is it?

I can walk into any government service centre, and see signs written in ten different languages or more. We have Urdu, and Spanish, first of the line is French (behind English, of course) – we don’t forget our Latin orthographical roots. No, no. We have Sanskrit, Cyrillic, and Mandarin too!

Yet not one is an Aboriginal language. Do I see the syllabics of Inuit or Ojibwe, or unfamiliarly inflected strings of Roman orthography representing Haudenosaunee, Mohawk, or Oneida?


We settler Canadians ignore indigenous languages, the cultures they create, and the First Peoples who live them. And we teach our newcomers to do the same…

Refugees in Canada are plucked from their respective storms, are first in line for government housing and aid 2 – while First Nations communities languish in overcrowded housing conditions that rival the worst conditions for humans in the world. Immigrants and Refugees are, quite rightly to my mind, granted access to housing and one of the finest medical systems in the world, while First Nations communities, in the most ignoble irony of the ‘developed’ world, are plagued with epidemics of tuberculosis, hepatitis, and HIV.

In 2009, Canada resettled between 10 and 12 thousand refugees from 70 different countries.

I wonder how many of them were told about the First Nations in Canada.

I wonder if any were told of the sub-standard of living for the Indigenous, at the centuries long behest of the settler population.

Were any newcomers told about the residential school system that attempted to de-culturalize and assimilate Aboriginal children for over a century?

Were immigrants to Canada told about the Indian Act, that special set of rules for Canada’s underclass that imposed a euro-centric hierarchy on the First Nations, which deposed the right of the Indigenous to self-government on their own land?

I doubt that those surveying Canada as a new home have borne witness in Canadian immigration brochures to the scarred faces of Aboriginal children exposed to toxic drinking water due to lack of modern infrastructure.

Our cities are open to the First Nations, no doubt – in fact, more Aboriginals now live in Canadian urban centres than not. We are a welcoming folk – on our terms, of course. The First Nations are welcome to all the benefits of our society, as long as they assimilate, and feed the labour market as do the refugees and immigrants the world over. Aboriginal nations have a choice: the reserve, that third-world environ ensconced in euro-settler law as ‘native land’, if the land isn’t being rented (ahem) to the settlers, or the cities. Up to them… Not our problem.

It’s an age-old system. We’ve seen it at work all over the world – the version you see in Canada is in an advanced state, 400+ years of modern integration. We’ve passed the biological warfare stage of assimilation, the physical war stage, the abduction and cultural reprogramming stage, that now defunct century old policy of residential schools.

Our cultural demands over the centuries, a ‘do this our way or else’ attitude, has impacted the cultural and social structure of First Nations peoples, once matriarchal hierarchies now paternalized.

We’re now into the full on ‘join us or starve’ stage in the Great White North.

Online, one can check out reports citing a 50% death rate in the Canadian residential school system in its heyday. In some circles, that’s known as a holocaust… and yet, it isn’t as if the system of physical assimilation of youth, embodied with the residential school system in Canada, has ended: currently, more Aboriginal children are wards of the Canadian state as foster children, placed with families of European descent, than were registered with the residential school system during its entire temporal reign.

Stephen Harper has apologized for the residential schools – we in Canada do love an opportunity to show our good manners. So what! He also ignored the Kelowna Accord that the previous government had negotiated with Aboriginals in Canada, choosing instead to cancel the years of hard work, and well planned funding and infrastructures, which at least started some reparation between our peoples. Harper eschews responsibility, but not a dance up north with the locals. A choice photo-op, the tailor’s work on the Prime Ministerial ever expanding belt-line seamless!

What good is an apology without action? Why is it the nations of the world are invited to live in this country when the indigenous nations our ancestors signed treaties with wait centuries for us, the descendants of settlers, to honour their commitments?

I don’t want to hear anymore about ‘the money, it’s always about the money with them injuns. What good is money granted to First Nations when it must first sieve its way through a bloated bureaucracy, supporting first European systems of governance forced upon the Aboriginal social framework?

We need to wake up. The Aboriginal nations in Canada have an inalienable human right to self-government, the right to prosper culturally and economically – the right to determine their own future, the right to a future. In spite of the damage our settler culture has impinged upon these people for centuries, they still have their own systems, their own culture, their own means of direction and evolution. They are still here.

Aboriginal nations in Canada don’t need our help structuring or repairing their society. They have a working social structure, differing from our industrially informed culture, yet just as relevant. They need us to honour the commitments we made when our nations signed treaties with theirs. When are European Canadians going to tear themselves away from the self-righteous, thinly veiled manifest-destiny rhetoric? We cheated. And if it wasn’t us, it was our ancestors, and we perpetuate the cheating they enacted.

Sounds familiar, doesn’t it. What’s the opposite of neo-colonialism?

Historic colonialism

Tell me something. Have you, reading this; have you read the treaties between our peoples? Have a look at the treaties for yourself.

I know of a couple of Canadian Universities with microfiche copies, if one is interested in original documents. Some of them, and I write this wincingly, are available online – only some. Read them. Look at the year. We offered a new suit, with replacements, for the chief – as a signing bonus, I suppose, for province wide tracts of land. Ask an Aboriginal in Canada if the government honours their fiduciary treaty rights – yup: the Canadian government still pays, for those treaties which apply, each Aboriginal 5 Canadian dollars – a year. What do you think five dollars buys at a northern dispensary or food outlet? When a green pepper goes for 3.99 CAD (google it, I did), I’ll tell you, not far… and not over a year, eh?

Our ancestors had the capacity and economy to sail the great oceans around the worlds, and they offered suits, seed, and ammunition for a land they encroached upon.

Have a look around you, my fellow settler North Americans, my fellow brethren Canadians, Canadiens… I’ll tell you this – je te dirai ça: I bought the party line until I was 30 years old. The way my immigrant parents told it, there were “no more injuns – the ones that were left stayed on their reserves”. It was a heartbreaking shock to find out that the culture my first and second generation father and mother had adopted had lied to me all of my life. I was told from the time I was a child up that the Indians tried to take back the land they gave us – that this was the source of the epithet ‘Indian Giver’.

I’m not ashamed. My ignorance was not an easy blanket I pulled back over my eyes. In spite of being reared on a generational pack of lies, I had the capacity to appreciate the opportunity for truth. I did not run from that first hint that my foundations of cultural self-awareness were built around a lie.

I looked further.

I hope you will, too.

We all need to. We need to recognize that we are not different from one another. Just as the Indigenous of many colonial countries are subjugated, so have we ‘lower’ classes been – we’ve been slaves a few more thousand years, is all. We are integrated as chattel to this system, which is now finalizing the centuries long process of assimilating yet another victimized population, plundering and polluting the last pristine lands on Earth. The middling classes, and the indigenous are collectively used at the behest of the pathocratic class – one to obscure, the other to endure. We must recognize the division being driven between us for what it is: a means of conquering, using the conquered to effect the conquest. 19 In the New Canadian model, we see the late stage of neo-colonialism – the disparate now desperate, now destitute, now urban bound. Pure Canadian, our proud blending mechanism – assimilation.

In the Canadian multicultural model, all colours are the same, eh? Won’t you join us as we ‘blend ’em in’… Or would you, as I have, rather wake up to some ugly truths, and in doing so honestly, open up some promising possibilities. I know what I can live with on my rocking chair when I look back – how about you? Eh?


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Canada’s Democracy!?

The Case of Genocide in Canada

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Calling for Indigenous Sovereignty – support the ‘Idle No More’ movement

Australia Still Stealing Indigenous Children*

Face It Canada has No Sovereignty*

Canada: Now Bush Reappears on the Scene

Why I Left Canada

Canada Clamps Down on Healthy Living!

NWO: Anti-Protest Laws, Following Canada, U.S. Now Spain and Egypt*

Occupy World: Mass Student Protest Turns into a Nation’s Struggle for Identity

Without Money or Passport: Travelling from Norway to Africa*

Without Money or Passport: Travelling from Norway to Africa*

Given the growing NWO grip on mobility, and levity, thank God there is always someone who challenges the status quo, and makes the seemingly impossible, possible…

By Maria Grusauskas

Over the past year and a half, 31-year-old Ibby Okinyi has been living and walking through Europe, without spending a dime. From Oslo, Norway, he’s walked over 1,600 miles with just a backpack on his back. He’s made his way through Denmark, Germany, Holland, Belgium, France and into Spain, where he’s currently staying for a few days in Basque country.

Although it may take another year, at least, Okinyi doesn’t plan to stop walking until he reaches Morocco, Africa.

“So I’ve done everything in reverse, it would be the same as you crossing over to Mexico from where you are, you know people generally try to gear themselves to be rich, I’ve tried to make myself poor,” says Okinyi, who was born and raised in Australia to a Kenyan father and an Italian mother.

Blogging as he goes, Okinyi only uses public transportation when absolutely necessary—like the ferry (his passage a gift from the captain who heard his story) that took him from from Sweden to Denmark. He fuels his journey frugaly, eating only when he is hungry: berries and fruit from the wild, and the consistent surplus of perfectly good food he finds in dumpsters all across Europe. He also relies on the hospitality of strangers.

“Now I try my best not to trade but rather to give freely and receive,” says Okinyi. “And I try to be as helpful as I can in the situation that I’m in,” he says.

If it wasn’t for Okinyi’s easy, all-inviting smile, the brave man might not have made it as far as he has with just a sleeping bag, a tent, and a backpack with some clothes.

On the day that I interview Okinyi via Skype, he’s found warmth in a light green living room in Bordeaux, France, where he’ll stay the night, happy to not have to pitch his tent in the snow. He has eaten tomato soup cooked by his host, and in return he’s helped with some house cleaning. Okinyi is passionate about his trip, and his discovery that traveling with a “divorce from money” has actually made his experience richer, more authentic.

“If I use money I can be lazy, you know I can get someone to cook for me, or I can maybe kind of buy a friendship more, whereas I really have to try my best to use other qualities of myself,” he says.

Before he started blogging, Okinyi had a habit of writing his thoughts on paper and giving them to the people he meets. In France, he made friends with fellow musicians and formed the band Castrated Bluff Orchestra, and producing an album, Even Even is Odd by playing one song a day for seven days.

“The adventures don’t stop. Because I think when I’ve travelled with more finances it put a buffer in between me and the community. Now I don’t have anything, I’m directly involved. Possessions can do that in general,” he says.

Okinyi is getting slower and slower as his trip progresses. He sometimes walks just a few miles before he finds himself seduced by the scenery or the people, and sticking around for a few days.

But the moneyless journey is more than just an adventure of his youth, the idea for which sprouted in a pub while his friends bantered about who would pay the tab, and Okinyi challenged them that it’s possible to live without money—a bold profession of which he is now living proof.

The peripatetic journey is also a political statement in which Okinyi seeks to locate and emphasize the true connection between human beings, one that knows no borders of class, nation or race. He quotes Einstein: “Nationalism is an infantile disease, it’s the measles of mankind.”

Okinyi believes whole heartedly that people should not judge eachother based on “fake constructions” like borders and nationality, but as humans, the sum of all that each has lived. Hardly a hypocrite, he burned both his Italian and Australian passports last October in Holland. A friend filmed the burning, in which he says “I am my own country… I’m a human being, not European, not African, not Chinese…” and later tells the police officers who stamp out the blazing passport “I love you,” to which one replies the same.

To carry it I would have had to teach myself to carry more unjustified prejudice which would have been even more difficult. To retain both my passport and frame of mind would be like entering a forested area to enjoy and examine wild grasses whilst lugging around a cement mixer just in case,” he wrote in his blog.

The walking activist also spent three weeks in Brussels’ Immigration Detention Center “127bis,” after asking to enter and wish everyone a Happy Christmas last year. It was a premeditated action, his lack of papers landing him a cell. He later contributed his experience inside the detention center to an online collection, at Getting The Voice Out.

If he has fear, it’s more about how he’ll survive the freezing temperatures of the European winter, and less about the authorities or the humans he might stumble across late at night in the alleyways or parks.

“I think humans are just mirrors of who we are. Where I found it hard to get by has been when I haven’t been on top of my game.” he says. “I’ve been very lucky, and I haven’t had any problems and I’ve just been received really well. And it’s comforting actually, I find that the world and humans are a lot better than we’re made out to be. I think there’s a lot of propaganda going around, and people who are scared generally put up a defense mechanism, and they’re the people that may be more destructive,” says Okinyi.

As Okinyi walks on, optimistic and beaming, he does not know what he’ll do, exactly, once he reaches Africa, and he does not yet know what kind of trouble he may encounter getting into Morocco. He dreams of being able to travel with nothing at all, and thinks he might give away the rest of his stuff once he reaches the warmer climate of Africa.

His prolific and passionate blog entries will someday be compiled into a book, at the core of which will lie this certainty: humankind is inherently good.

“I believe the world’s going to progress, I believe in that a lot,” says Okinyi…


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We are Naturally Masters of Many Trades*

Checking out of the Matrix: Life without Stress!

Raising Children Off-Grid*

A Growing Number of People Choose to Live off the Grid

To Ride with the Wind

That Driving Passion

Making Living off the Grid Illegal is about Controlling You and Paying Them