S
Sophia
Guest
http://www.canadianfreespeech.com/
CANADA'S CUSTOMS STASI ARE NOW SEIZING GERMAN MYTHS
Dear Free Speech Supporter:
On Sunday, February 22, I was returning from the American Renaissance
conference in Washington, D.C., where I'd been one of the speakers.
It had been a wonderful, uplifting weekend of fellowship with people
from around
the world concerned about the immigration invasion of the West.
Not long after Air Canada 1097 landed at Toronto's Pearson Airport at
about 6:30 p.m.,
I was rudely reminded that I was back in Absurdistan,
a burgeonin
police state.
Forty-four people got off this flight and went
through Canada Customs and Immigration.
I know because I heard the
stewardess announce the count, because the rest of the pass
enge
rs had to
stay on board and continue on to Ottawa.
Arriving passengers go through a primary check
where passports and customs
declarations are presented. Most people are just waved on. You don't know
your fate until you pass the customs official at the end of the baggage
claim area. There the cryptic scrawl on your customs declaration tells
whether the official directs you out or to a further lounge for a secondary
inspection.
As a targetted politically incorrect activist and White male to boot, I am
almost always directed to the secondary inspection. Today was no exception.
The secondary inspection area was a lackadaisical lounging area of
idleness. Of six or so agents, only one was occupied. He was pawing through
clothing in several suitcases belongi
ng to a White couple in their '30s.
The Boss, a short man with greying hair, who turned out to be one of the
supervisors, announced to a coffee slurping customs agent: "It's been
a
quiet d
ay and we want to keep it that way."
I was directed to Baldy, an agent with a slight French Canadian accent. I
have to give these cowards
names as none of them will give you a name.
Bullies and tyrants find their tasks easier if they're anonymous. It
difficult to referring to "this guy" and "that guy". Thus, I have to give
them descriptive names.
Baldy begins an examination which will eventually keep me detained for
close to two hours! He paws through my briefcase, examining the agenda of
the AR. He roots through my suitcase and discovers a number of books
including five subversive copies of Jacok Grimm's Germanic Myths. He's
vaguely heard of Grimm.
"He's one of the authors of Grimm's fairy tales.
This book deals with
descriptions of some of the characters in these tales
CANADA'S CUSTOMS STASI ARE NOW SEIZING GERMAN MYTHS
Dear Free Speech Supporter:
On Sunday, February 22, I was returning from the American Renaissance
conference in Washington, D.C., where I'd been one of the speakers.
It had been a wonderful, uplifting weekend of fellowship with people
from around
the world concerned about the immigration invasion of the West.
Not long after Air Canada 1097 landed at Toronto's Pearson Airport at
about 6:30 p.m.,
I was rudely reminded that I was back in Absurdistan,
a burgeonin
police state.
Forty-four people got off this flight and went
through Canada Customs and Immigration.
I know because I heard the
stewardess announce the count, because the rest of the pass
enge
rs had to
stay on board and continue on to Ottawa.
Arriving passengers go through a primary check
where passports and customs
declarations are presented. Most people are just waved on. You don't know
your fate until you pass the customs official at the end of the baggage
claim area. There the cryptic scrawl on your customs declaration tells
whether the official directs you out or to a further lounge for a secondary
inspection.
As a targetted politically incorrect activist and White male to boot, I am
almost always directed to the secondary inspection. Today was no exception.
The secondary inspection area was a lackadaisical lounging area of
idleness. Of six or so agents, only one was occupied. He was pawing through
clothing in several suitcases belongi
ng to a White couple in their '30s.
The Boss, a short man with greying hair, who turned out to be one of the
supervisors, announced to a coffee slurping customs agent: "It's been
a
quiet d
ay and we want to keep it that way."
I was directed to Baldy, an agent with a slight French Canadian accent. I
have to give these cowards
names as none of them will give you a name.
Bullies and tyrants find their tasks easier if they're anonymous. It
difficult to referring to "this guy" and "that guy". Thus, I have to give
them descriptive names.
Baldy begins an examination which will eventually keep me detained for
close to two hours! He paws through my briefcase, examining the agenda of
the AR. He roots through my suitcase and discovers a number of books
including five subversive copies of Jacok Grimm's Germanic Myths. He's
vaguely heard of Grimm.
"He's one of the authors of Grimm's fairy tales.
This book deals with
descriptions of some of the characters in these tales