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It’s a Sad day When

It’s a sad sad day when injustice remains so until a life is lost. This Prime Minister has been around how many years but it takes an extreme occurrence to finally get response from the powers that be. NOW the hero rides in on his politicalized horsey to say something must be done. It hasn’t mattered that other have died or continue to live in pain or rather not lived because it wasn’t time for the leaders of this country to benefit by standing up and being counted. And in the end just how long will something take to happen? No really how long?

This article is an interesting read: Prime Minister Harper says tougher laws coming for child sex offences. The Canadian Press
Published Thursday, August 29, 2013 12:37PM EDT
Last Updated Thursday, August 29, 2013 7:26PM EDT
TORONTO — Child sex offenders, particularly those who victimize multiple kids, could spend longer in prison under a range of harsher penalties proposed Thursday by the prime minister.
The Conservative government plans to introduce legislation this fall aimed at cracking down on people who sexually exploit children, Stephen Harper announced.
“Sadly there are truly evil people out there. The fact is we don’t understand them and we don’t particularly care to. We understand only that they must be dealt with,” Harper said at an event in Toronto.

Lianna McDonald, Executive Director of the Canadian Centre for Child Protection and Justice Minister Peter MacKay, looks on as Prime Minister Stephen Harper speaks in Toronto on Thursday Aug. 29, 2013. (Frank Gunn / THE CANADIAN PRESS)
“To protect our children we must create a justice system that is more responsive to victims and especially more responsive to children and to the families of children who have been victimized by sexual predators.”
A main plank of the proposed amendments would see people convicted of more than one such offence serve their sentences consecutively, rather than the current system in which sentences are served concurrently.
Harper cited in his announcement the case of Gordon Stuckless.
The 64-year-old — who was once an usher at Toronto’s Maple Leaf Gardens — was originally convicted in 1997 for sex assaults on 24 boys while he worked at the famed hockey arena between 1969 and 1988.
Harper pointed out that Stuckless was originally sentenced to two years less a day, a sentence which was followed by the suicide of Martin Kruze, the victim who brought the sex abuse scandal to light.
Stuckless’ sentence was later increased to five years and he was out on parole in 2001 after serving two-thirds of it.
“Three years, for 20 very serious offences,” Harper said. “That sort of thing was common at the time. Of course the victims, on the other hand, have to cope for the rest of their lives with what such people have done to them.”
Stuckless now faces nearly 100 fresh charges, all laid in the past year, which relate to alleged offences that took place decades ago.
Lianna McDonald, the executive director of the Canadian Centre for Child Protection, said particularly when a sex offender has abused several children, the sentences don’t seem like enough.
“In many cases where one individual might have multiple victims the sentence has not to date adequately reflect the number of those victims,” she said after the announcement.
“For some victims in some circumstances it may not even seem that what happened to them really mattered in terms of the totality of the sentence.”
The proposed law would also increase minimum and maximum penalties for child sexual offences.
Currently, people convicted of sexual interference, invitation to sexual touching or sexual exploitation are sentenced to a minimum of one year and a maximum of 10.
Making and distributing child pornography convictions carry the same sentence range. Convictions for accessing or possessing child pornography see people sentenced to a minimum of six months and a maximum of five years.
Harper’s Conservative government has brought in a number of mandatory minimum sentences for various crimes over the years, including previously raising the minimum sentences for the aforementioned offences.
They have brought with them controversies and court challenges.
The Ontario Court of Appeal is considering the constitutionality of minimum sentences for gun crimes after it convened a special five-judge panel in February to hear six such cases at the same time.
In Quebec, the provincial bar association launched a legal challenge seeking to strike down sections of the Conservatives’ 2012 omnibus bill involving mandatory minimums. The bar association said the provisions don’t protect the public and represent an unconstitutional interference from one branch of government, the legislature, in the business of another, the judiciary.
Critics of mandatory minimum sentences say they don’t actually help reduce crime and do more harm than good.
To understand the impact of mandatory minimums one need look no further than the United States, where harsh mandatory minimums were enacted decades ago, said criminal defence lawyer Nader Hasan.
“What even some of the most Conservative law-and-order-oriented judges and politicians south of the border have begun to realize is that mandatory minimums do no make us safer,” said Hasan.
“What they do is overcrowd prisons and bankrupt legislatures.”
U.S. Attorney General Eric Holder recently said the Justice Department would target long mandatory sentences that he said have flooded the nation’s prisons with low-level drug offenders and diverted crime-fighting dollars that could be better spent.
Hasan, who teaches a course at the University of Toronto titled “Crime & Punishment: Mandatory Minimums, The Death Penalty & other Current Debates,” said data from the U.S. shows little deterrent effect.
“The Harper government‘s fascination with mandatory minimums is all the more perplexing given that these policies have been tried but have failed miserably in the United States,” Hasan said.
McDonald, from the Canadian Centre for Child Protection, said her hope is that the harsher penalties will keep offenders behind bars longer so that it prevents them, for a time, from committing future offences.
The proposed amendments would also ensure the spouse of a person charged with child pornography offences could be obliged to testify in court and increase penalties for those convicted of child sex offences who break conditions of supervision orders.

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Stylish, Irresistible and Versatile, Changing it UP

As you know I have 3 awards to pass on to 15 people and am doing it one blogger per day.

Yesterday’s Awardee was Colleen Brown at


I thought I would change it up a bit as one of the conditions is that the recipient list 7 things about themselves, and decided I would list 7 things about the winner. Keep in mind I have never met any of these folk so it should be fun to project a bit.

 Today’s recipient is one of the first bloggers I encountered and since then she is a daily part of my nutrition requirement.

She is:  Tricia The Domestic Fringe found at

Now 7 Fringe Facts: (mostly taken from her site) 

1)     She has one electrifying husband and two spazzy kids. (her words) all appropriately named, Fringeman, Fringekid, and Fringeboy. 

2)   She moonlights as a freelance writer and monthly contributor to An Army of Ermas and Adding Zest to Your Nest

 3)     She is currently writing a book and is 26.37% into completion.

 4)     She has over 208,464 hits since October 2008!

 5)     I am subscribed to her site. Oh wait..that’s about me not her!  

 6)     She lives her beliefs.

 7)     Her goal this year is to Live Abundantly which she does, from counting exercise as running from vicious dogs to arachnid adventures.

 OH OH she also Always supports and encourages others attempting to do what she does so well. (there that makes up for number 5!)

Congrats Tricia and enjoy!



The Domestic Fringe -Fiction Friday “Bridges” by Christine King

“Bridges” Fiction Friday

Jason got into his old green van with great care, turned the key, and slowly
backed out of the driveway. He wasn’t sure it would start but after a resistive grumble and shake it fired up. It was cold, way too cold for the end of April, but he didn’t think that was his problem. Not really. Not yet. He wasn’t sure where he was going but it had to be away. He just wasn’t sure where away was.
Jason Roberts hated to leave the home and street that had been his center, his haven for the last eight years. Lord knows he couldn’t afford to go anywhere with just a few bucks in his pocket. The first stop was going to be the bank where he would withdraw every cent he could. Probably no more than eight hundred dollars but it would have to do. That meant every bill he had would bounce. There went his credit rating.
At thirty-six years old he felt eighty. The bones of his lanky six-foot frame ached but he supposed that had more to do with the beating than the cold damp weather. At least he had gotten a few good hits in before they, whoever the hell they were, for some reason just took off, as though a whistle had sounded ending their shift. The three men in business suits just suddenly stopped, straightened up, looked at each other and walked away. Jay didn’t wait to see if there was a next shift. He crawled across the cement patio and using the back porch for support was able to stand up. His only thought was to disappear. Quickly. Money first -then try to think what to do. The police? No. Please God don’t let them have gotten to his bank records.
It was close to midnight fortunately there was no line at the bank drive through. He was lucky enough to actually get nine hundred out. Now where to go? It couldn’t be near San Antonio and he wasn’t sure how far the aged dodge would go before closing down service.
Heading west toward Uvalde for no good reason he tried to make some sense of the last six hours but finally decided he needed first to get settled in for the night. But where? Somewhere he would not have to show identification, somewhere he could not be tracked. Somewhere cheap.
Not sure why, he pulled off the road after a few miles. It just seemed the right thing to do. Taking side road after side road, and no idea where he was now, he just kept traveling finally leaving the road altogether. The beast, as he fondly thought of his current mode of transportation, moved along less a beast and more a worn out nag and every bump shook every painful bone and muscle.
He found himself moving toward an outcropping of trees visible on the flat terrain. Anxious to stop and turn off his headlights, which he imagined told the world, the evil world, his location, he parked. He felt obvious running with lights but the terrain was foreign and he dared not move in the dark with out them. Darkness and silence his friend. He felt alone and alone was safe.
Nestled within the trees and hopefully undetectable he leaned his head against the steering wheel, closed his eyes and tried to think but the blanket of exhaustion was too much. At least he had the sense to know it. Crawling between the seats to the back he grabbed an old blanket, laid his head on a jacket and sank into a dreamless black void.
The next morning brought the sun and the heat. He woke to a stifling smothering heat. Opening his eyes it took a moment to figure where his was, and why everything on his body hurt. Slowly the memory of the night returned. The problem was he did not know the why of it. Alarmed he was not as invisible in daylight he forced himself up to his knees and crept to the front seat. It looked quiet out there. Gingerly stepping out van he cautiously glanced around.
Other than this out cropping of low trees he was surrounded by scrub. The dull tired paint job, once a brighter green seemed to melt into the low shadows. No sun would penetrate this cover.
Well Jay, he thought, what the hell have you gotten yourself into? After a moment there did not seem an answer. Yesterday at this time he was an ordinary guy, living simply, keeping to himself. He was polite, worked hard and poured everything he had into his little house. Spending evenings reading and watching sunsets. He nodded to neighbors but had never really met or socialized with them. After all these years he didn’t know most of their names.
It occurred to him that he had become more of a hermit than he ever intended.
Hungry and thirsty he rummaged looking for whatever bounty might be there. Did he eat all of his lunch yesterday? Finding the bag stuffed into a back corner he found a granola bar and half a bottle of water, which he disposed of quickly.
Taking stock he deduced that until he knew more of what happened he could not contact his boss to say he would not be in today. Not that there was a phone within easy access. A no show sure to be terminated regardless of a spotless attendance record. There were too many people out there who needed jobs right now. He was also pretty sure he could not go back to his house or his town.
To be continued…
Copyright Christine King
May 6, 2011