Monday, August 18, 2014

Canadian Tax Officials Who Connived with Stephen Harper
To Harass his Enemies with Unnecessary Tax Audits Will Be
Named, Tried & Punished.
Here’s how!

a new essay by Bill Casselman

It is evident that the Canada Revenue Agency, our stern tax collectors, are today using an enemies’ list dictated by Stephen Harper’s Prime Minister’s Office to bully small charities. The CRA has been encouraged to harass and terrorize small charities which have publicly disagreed with Stephen Harper dicta, principally with his obscene abandonment of ecological rights for Canadian and world citizens.
As we battered citizens of Canada know painfully well after 10 years of Czar Harper, this fascist Tory and his cabinet of partisan thugs (the late, unlamented-by-me Flaherty, Clement, Baird, Finlay and the other soulless lizards) are bloated with vengeance. Harper is a half-man steeped in spite. Stephen Harper would rather perform pay-back than govern-forward. Like a vindictive little psycho bully in public school, Harper seethes with hatred, his pale lipid flesh quivering in constant rage, against any who dare to disagree with his General Franco pronunciamientos. He’s a tin-pot dictator who never heard of the rules of civilized debate. Parliament’s going to vote against you? Close parliament down! Cromwell couldn’t hold a candle to Harper.

Steve must sit up late at night, like some demented scribbler in a tale by Edgar Allan Poe, entering the names of his enemies in a great black ledger book, writing with a wizened chicken claw dipped in black bull blood. Harper is one hamster that fell off his wheel once too often.

Back at Canadian Income Tax Office, the CRA toadies, cringing lickspittles and grubby little accountant-executives have agreed to bully the small charities by means of unnecessary audits. Now one must remember that Harper, according to Tory insiders, has a long list of “enemies.” The other glorious leader with a lengthy enemies’ list was US President Richard Nixon, he who jumped ship like a rat just before he was impeached. You picked some model, Steve!

Harpers’ “enemies” are persons and organizations who have disagreed with one of the Great Buffalo Head’s punitive stances, in essence any opinion or fact that goes against one of the Tory Ten Commandments, in this case, the Tory commandment that states that oily tar-sands are good; critics of Big Oil are evil and ONLY companies get breaks. Ordinary Canadians who are not rich are worth nothing. Those low-born trash do not contribute to the coffers of pelf that bulge the Conservative Party cavern; citizens of Canada are thus beneath even the contempt Harper would display towards a cockroach.

According to Stephen Harper’s behaviours and legislations, the sole function of these Canadian consumers is to buy, to spend blindly and without question. If the goods received are shoddy, second-rate or, as they have been under Harper’s rain of bitumen, toxic, well, tough titty, Mrs. Canuck Consumer, your children will simply have to cough themselves to death. After all, through the tar-sand portals of a Tory heaven, only rich businessmen shall pass. They are the winners anointed by Harper. You, Canadian consumer citizen, you are lower than a lousewort squished by a moose’s arse.

Thousands of Canadians suspect Harper and his PMO bumboys of dirty tricks. The Prime Minster’s servile minions discover for Harper precisely who of the CRA executive can be suborned or bribed or blackmailed into doing Harper’s felonious biddings. Then, American-style, they pounce. Sneaking in back doors, they deliver the lists of exactly who should be terrified and frightened and bullied by tax auditors. The upper scum who control the Canada Revenue Agency imagine that they sit in the catbird seat. They will curry favour with creatures they consider powerful like Harper and hopefully win advancement, and – best of all – their mean, nasty bullying of Canadian taxpayers will never be traced back to them. It’s a secret and the lurkers and sneaks think themselves forever safe under the fetid blanket of anonymity granted them by Stephen Harper.

These officials actually believe secrets are immortal. Really? Government secrets are impossible in the age of my hero whistleblowers like Julian Assange and Chelsea Manning, the US Army intelligence analyst who released the largest set of classified documents ever, mostly published by WikiLeaks and their media partners. No, no, no, my little CRA weasels, every one of you who cooperated in Harper’s vile scheme is going to be found out, named, accused, tried and punished.
I’ve heard lawyers state that new litigation opportunities, new class actions against the CRA bloom like poison flowers in the garden of deceit. There are possible violations by the CRA of Charter rights of some of these taxpayers now being assaulted by audit. Torts and criminal actions abound which when revealed shall be the business of the RCMP.

Another note to remember: a great many of these swarthy CRA accountants received from Canada a very special gift: Canadian citizenship. And what is their repayment gift back to the Canadian people? To terrorize charity organizations with bully audits at the behest of a lunatic Prime Minister? Let me suggest to this particular crowd of villains that, after naming and trials, you may be the ship’s crew on the first camel barge back to Halewshistan! I promise to be on the dock at Halifax and to wave as you cross the 12-mile limit, you ungrateful bastards!

As you perfidious CRA rats scurry to carry out the bad deeds of Stephen Harper in this age of the constant whistleblower, remember, in the words of that old Johnny Cash song, “There’s a man goin’ round and he’s takin’ names.”

Tory Ottawa Refuses to Investigate

Here is a press release (August 20, 2014) about the Conservative-stuffed CFC being asked to consider political motivation for punitive tax audits. Guess what the tories voted to do? Nothing! Nobody wants to incur the wrath of Stephen Harper’s vengeance.

Commons Finance Committee looks at politically motivated tax audits
Closed meeting of the House of Commons Finance Committee rejected conducting a full probe into reports of politically motivated audits of charities by Canada Revenue Agency (CRA).
Ottawa (20 Aug. 2014)—Responding to a request by New Democratic Party Member of Parliament Murray Rankin, the House of Commons Finance Committee held a special closed-door meeting to look into the possible "misuse" of the Canada Revenue Agency.  The in camera hearings follow a number of highly reported examples of what Rankin describes as "allegedly aggressive auditing of certain Canadian charities."
Bid for full probe of CRA political audits rejected
The Conservative-controlled House of Commons Finance Committee has apparently decided not to conduct a full investigation into CRA's audits of a number of Canadian charities.  
The committee members met for 45 minutes to debate an NDP motion to look into allegations that CRA is targeting specific charities for political reasons.
While, under House rules, a committee member, with the support of at least two other MPs, can force the Chair to convene a meeting, it does not have to be held in public. Unfortunately, a motion to make the meeting public was defeated.
Afterwards, Rankin told reporters that "all we want is accountability," and that he's "disappointed" and "shocked" the meeting was held in camera.
Growing number of what appear to be politically motivated tax audits
Rankin filed the formal request to recall the committee after receiving no response to a letter sent to committee chair James Rajotte suggesting that the committee convene a meeting to look into the issue.
In his letter to the committee clerk he wrote that "the Conservative government has given the CRA thirteen million dollars in special funding to conduct political activities audits of charities.
"Media reports suggest that these aggressive and time-consuming audits are disproportionately impacting organizations that have been critical of government policies in fields such as the environment, poverty and human rights."
Committee could have helped get to the bottom of the issue
Rankin feels that the committee "could provide a safe space for charities to shed light on the impact of these aggressive audits, and to help get to the bottom of allegations of misuse of Canada’s tax agency for political ends.
"If these well-publicized concerns voiced by many in the charities sector can be addressed by the Conservative government at the Committee, that would likewise provide a valuable service," he added.
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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

NDP's Thomas Mulcair Chews The Bitter Cud of Bile

Bill Casselman’s Attack

on Thomas Mulcair’s Attack

on Justin Trudeau

Of late, there has spewed forth a shitpotful of feculent baloney spoken against rich people, as usual from the shabby-shoed, partisan tar pit of the NDP, from the embittered lips of their hirsute-and-therefore-manly leader, certifiably-once-impoverished Thomas Mulcair. A wee glance at Mulcair’s latest infantile rant is, I deem, now apt.

Only poor people can know stuff about people and help other poor people; rich people are the devil’s spawn, born evil, so apparently thinks aggressive lawyer and NDP leader, Thomas “Big Gruffy” Mulcair. What desperation! Raggedy Tom Mulcair is not only a political rival of Trudeau, he is also bent double with personal jealousy, especially in the face of how easily Justin’s good nature and friendly intelligence appealed immediately to Canadians. What a contrast is Mulcair, a bristly, angry, socialist Rumpelstiltskin with all the charisma of a shucked mollusc. “Hey there, girlie, sure, I’ll spin that there poor straw into genuine gold. Just you wait.”

Mulcair has not the least apprehension of Trudeau’s plan for legislative decency conceived, cradled and made useful by a gentle humanness. Justin’s grace is as far as you can get from Mulcair’s customary mode, a crusty bully wagging his dick. Really, is Mulcair what Ottawa needs? Another nasty lawyer? We don’t have enough political shysters on Parliament Hill? At a time when Canadian people, young and old, have no work, at a time when manufacturers have fled Canada the way Dippers flee anything marked “non-partisan,” what we need is a political party that hates business? The NDP and their staff troglodyte Mulcair are so not here.

Some days, watching the news, one can scarcely hear the sulky Mulcair through all his seething hatred of pretty well everyone who is not Thomas Mulcair. He is a spite-spitting asp of toxic loathing. I ain’t never gonna forgive nobody ‘cause I was born po’. Mulcair is always in a dark corner of Parliament, like some sad, plaintive cow, alone and chewing the bitter cud of bile.

Just read the rabid hatred and heart-souring jealousy directed against Trudeau by Mulcair’s bumboys in the soon-to-disappear gutter press. Here’s a snippet of raw odium from The National Post describing Justin Trudeau “Born on Christmas Day to the Prime Minister and his young, beautiful, wildly popular wife; raised at the centre of political life in the nation’s capital; subject to media fascination from his first day; sent off to one of the country’s most prestigious schools; rocketed back to public attention at his father’s funeral; all but acclaimed leader on his first try…”

Could Satan himself boast a more lurid bio? What a bastard that Justin Trudeau is! Had the temerity, the thoughtless audacity, to have a beautiful mother. And that rich father, Pierre Trudeau, who inherited his father’s Quebec-gas-station fortune and then passed some of his ill-gotten swag on to his own sons. The very idea of helping one’s children! Obscene! Thinks the National Post writer, not fair when I have to push a broken old Honda Civic to work every gasoline-perfumed morning through those mean Toronto streets.

Withdrawing well away from Ottawa, let us ponder now the rags-to-bitches story of a token poor person. Let’s dub this choke-throat tale as the tristful histoire of Pa Bozo who had 12 kids. 

How poor was the Bozo family? Why, they were so poor there were no decorations on their Christmas tree unless Grandpa sneezed. Them Bozos was poor as Job’s turkey: couldn’t raise more ‘n three feathers and had to lean against the barn to gobble. So flagrantly impecunious was the Bozo clan that, if the boys didn’t wake up in the morning with a hard-on, they had nothing to play with all day!

Is poverty funny? No. But sniveling about it through an entire lifetime is.

So we got Pa Bozo, a hapless loser with 12 kids he can hardly feed. Now it is safe to figure that this paternal bozo had probably been bozo-ing along for quite a number of years. Did it ever occur to Pa Bozo to maybe stop fucking for a moment or two after he had had, say, four children? Pa could hardly feed four because Pa was so poor. What to do? Pa knowed! Sure do, have six more kids and we’ll let welfare feed ‘em. Hell, boy, we’s kin have as many chillun as we want, and the “gubmint” gots to feed ‘em.

Now, because one’s Pa was a feckless fecundator does that, by sheer genetics, make his angrier male spawn an incisive analyst of Canada’s middle-class needs. Thomas Mulcair seems to think so, and, to me, that makes it quite clear that Thomas Mulcair is a partisan fantasist and a nincompoop. Is he then our preferred source of national Canadian wisdom? I think not. 

Mulcair said in one speech that rich people could never know or help the endangered Canadian middle class. Why, rich people have NEVER helped anyone but themselves. I guess when Thomas Mulcair was snarling his way through law school, he never heard of the zillionaire Franklin Delano Roosevelt and how that rich American president helped an entire nation of poor people out of a Great Depression. Robert Fulford, one of The National Post’s very good writers, reminds readers of rich upper-class Otto von Bismarck, evil 19th-century German chancellor. Writes Fulford, “In the 1880s he introduced a health program, a workers’ compensation law and an old-age pension program . . .” History is littered with good guys who were rich and their poor coevals who never stopped whining even as they vacuumed up the free food and goods.

As for Thomas Mulcair’s boast that he took a paper route at age 10 to help his family, listen, O Bearded Sage, I had a paper route at age 8. We couldn’t afford a bike for me, so I delivered the papers from the back of a limping missionary who had been to Africa and lost a leg to leprosy. I tried to hug him but his ear fell off. I had to train local birds ─ discouraged, down-on-their-luck robins ─ to ring the doorbells. Disney tried to buy my trained robins. But I couldn’t sell the tiny birds. We had to roast and eat them each night for supper. Beat that, you whining preposterous old ninny, and go peddle your papers. 

You ain’t gettin’ my vote.