The uncompromising position of the conservative government

This is wrong on so many levels and brings to light the heartless and uncompromising position of the Harper government on the refugee situation in Syria and Iraq.

These children and countless others did not need to die.

Stephen Harper's fear mongering has set Canada back nearly 80 years to a time when European Jews sought sanctuary in Canada but were refused.

It is time to vote these cold hearted hateful bastards out

Harper's response..... more bombs so we don't have to give these people refuge.

Harper's spin... Canada has one of the most generous refugee systems in the World.... as we watch hundreds of thousands seeking refuge in Europe and Harper wants more bombs and less refugees.

We heard how generous Harper is on refugees when the Sri Lankan ship was towed into a BC port a few years ago. Harper, Kenney and Toews lied about who they were accusing them of being terrorists and rebels who paid 50,000 dollars each to come to Canada.

MV Sun Sea http://www.theguardian.com/world/2010/sep/07/canada-tamil-refugees-racism-debate


I said then that they were lying bastards and today I am saying they are f'cking lying bastards.

So you lie dead, curled in the sand
in your poppy red shirt,
and little brown shoes,
laced lovingly by fearful hands,
who faced a paper boat and
the cold embrace of a soulless ocean
as the safest cradle offered.
Hands that dared hope
you would walk again on soft green grass,
and paddle laughing in the licking shallows
of a sun-kissed beach,
not facedown cold
with flooded lungs.

And we have room.
Room in the corner of our eyes
for a budding tear,
quickly uprooted.
Room in our newsfeed for
a momentarily gutting photo.
Room in our graveyards.
But we don’t have room in our homes,
room in our schools,
room to push you smiling on a swing
inside our playgrounds.
We don’t have room in our hearts.

We don’t care that you are dead.
We care only for the inconvenience of
our own discomfort,
relieved to no longer need
to sacrifice the crumbs you would
have quietly gathered from beneath
our bloated tables,
or endure your living presence
enrage our blind and hungry god
of economic growth.
We are vacuous,
but we have no room.
So you lie curled in the sand,
in your little brown shoes.

By Laura Tharion