L’Histoire de ma Chaussure

Peut-être est-ce un article que date un brin mais je crois qu’il est resté d’actualité et que ce journaliste nous démontre bien ce que l’on se doit de faire. Se lever et se tenir droit face à l’envahisseur. Nous sommes envahi, lésés dans nos droits et libertés et cela est fait tellement subrepticement que la majorité d’entre nous ne s’en rendent même pas compte. Il faut agir, se réveiller et mettre, à notre tour, le poing sur la table et crier bien fort; “C’est assez!”  Nous nous devons de défendre notre liberté et nous nous devons également d’éduquer nos enfants, leur montrer comment se tenir bien droit dans le maintien de leur liberté.

Je me demande ce qu’il est devenu???

J’espère que vous apprécierez cet article.

L’histoire de ma chaussure, par Muntadhar al-Zaidi

L’homme révolté. Les images du geste de Muntadhar al-Zaidi lançant ses chaussures sur George Bush ont fait le tour du monde. Et sa libération récente a été l’occasion de rappeler la notoriété qu’il a acquise ce jour-là. Mais il convient, au-delà de l’image d’Epinal d’un geste iconoclaste et sympathique, d’entendre le message d’al-Zaidi, tel qu’il l’a donné dès sa libération. Celui d’un homme bouleversé et révolté par les horreurs innombrables qui se sont abattues sur son pays, auxquelles son métier de journaliste le confrontait quotidiennement. Ces chaussures désormais célèbres ont une histoire, nous dit-il. « Savez-vous dans combien de foyers brisés par l’occupation étaient entrées ces chaussures que j’ai lancé ? Combien de fois elles avaient marché sur le sang de victimes innocentes ? » Chaque soir, al-Zaidi, se faisait le serment de venger, à sa façon, toutes les victimes de l’occupation. Et ce jour là, face à Bush, il a tenu parole.

par Muntadhar al-Zaidi, Antiwar, 17 septembre 2009 – (extrait)

Au nom de dieu, le plus gracieux et le plus miséricordieux.

Me voici libre. Mais mon pays est encore prisonnier de guerre.

Tout d’abord, j’adresse mes remerciements et mes amitiés à tous ceux qui m’ont soutenu, que ce soit dans mon pays, dans le monde islamique ou dans le monde libre. Il y eut de nombreuses discussions autour de cette action et de la personne qui l’a menée, sur le héros et l’acte héroïque, le symbole et l’acte symbolique.

A cela, je réponds simplement : Ce qui m’a imposé de faire face, c’est l’injustice qui s’est abattue sur mon peuple, la façon dont l’occupation a voulu humilier mon pays natal en le plaçant sous sa botte.

Et la façon [dont cette occupation] a voulu écraser le crâne des fils de (la patrie) sous ses bottes, qu’ils s’agissent de cheikhs, de femmes, d’enfants ou d’hommes. Au cours de ces dernières années, plus d’un million de martyrs sont tombés sous les balles de cette occupation et le pays est maintenant empli de plus de 5 millions d’orphelins, d’un million de veuves et de centaines de milliers de mutilés. Et de millions de sans-abri en raison des déplacements [de réfugiés] tant à l’intérieur qu’à l’extérieur du pays.

Nous étions une nation dans laquelle l’Arabe partageait son pain quotidien avec les Kurdes et les Turkmènes et les Assyriens et les Sabéens et les Yezidis. Et où les chiites priaient ensemble avec les sunnites. Où les musulmans étaient prêts à fêter avec les chrétiens la naissance du Christ, que la paix soit avec lui. Et ce, malgré le fait que nous ayons éprouvé ensemble la faim due aux sanctions [de l’ONU] pendant plus de 10 ans, pendant plus d’une décennie.

Notre patience et notre solidarité ne nous a pas fait oublier l’oppression. Jusqu’à ce que nous soyons envahis par l’illusion de la libération que certains ont entretenu. (L’occupation) a opposé le frère au frère, le voisins au voisin, et le fils à son oncle. Elle a transformé nos maisons en innombrables tentes funéraires. Et nos cimetières se sont étendus dans les parcs et en bordure des routes. C’est un fléau. C’est l’occupation qui nous tue, qui profane les lieux de culte et la sainteté de nos maisons et qui jette quotidiennement des milliers de personnes dans des prisons de fortune.

Je ne suis pas un héros, et je l’admets. Mais j’ai une opinion et je prends position. J’ai été humilié de voir mon pays humilié. Et de voir mon Bagdad brûler. Et mon peuple se faire tuer. Des milliers d’images tragiques sont restées dans ma tête, et cela me pèse chaque jour et me pousse vers le droit chemin, le chemin de la confrontation, la voie du rejet de l’injustice, du mensonge et de la duplicité. Cela m’a privé du sommeil réparateur.

Des dizaines, non, des centaines d’images des massacres, qui feraient blanchir les cheveux d’un nouveau-né, m’ont fait monter les larmes aux yeux et me blessaient. Le scandale d’Abou Ghraib. Le massacre de Fallujah, Najaf, Haditha, Sadr City, Bassora, Diyala, Mossoul, Tal Afar, et chaque parcelle de notre terre meurtrie. Durant les années passées, j’ai voyagé à travers mon pays en feu et j’ai vu de mes propres yeux la douleur des victimes, et entendu de mes propres oreilles les cris des victimes et des orphelins. Et un sentiment de honte me hantait, parce que j’étais impuissant.

Quand j’en avais fini avec mes obligations professionnelles, consistant à rendre compte des drames quotidiens des Irakiens, et tandis que je lavais les restes des débris des maisons irakiennes en ruines ou les traces du sang des victimes qui maculaient mes vêtements, je serrais les dents et faisais une promesse à nos victimes, un serment de vengeance.

L’occasion s’est présentée, et je l’ai saisie.

Je l’ai saisie par loyauté envers chaque goutte de sang innocent qui a été versé par l’occupation ou à cause d’elle, chaque cri d’une mère en deuil, chaque gémissement d’un orphelin, la douleur d’une victime de viol, la larme d’un orphelin.

A ceux qui me font des reproches, je dis : Savez-vous dans combien de foyers brisés par l’occupation ces chaussures que j’ai jeté étaient entrées ? Combien de fois elles avaient marché sur le sang des victimes innocentes ? Et combien de fois elles étaient entrées dans des maisons dans lesquelles avaient été bafouées de libres femmes irakiennes et le respect qu’on leur doit ? Cette chaussure était peut-être la réponse appropriée lorsque toutes les valeurs ont été violées.

Lorsque j’ai lancé ma chaussure sur le visage du criminel Bush, je voulais exprimer mon rejet de ses mensonges, de son occupation de mon pays, mon rejet de la mise à mort de mon peuple. Mon rejet de son pillage des richesses de mon pays, de la destruction de son infrastructure et de la transformation de ses fils en une diaspora.

Après six années d’humiliation, d’indignité, de tueries et de violations des choses sacrées, et de profanation de lieux de culte, le tueur venait se vanter, se vanter de la victoire et de la démocratie. Il était venu dire adieu à ses victimes et attendait des fleurs en réponse.

Pour le dire simplement, ce fut ma fleur offerte à l’occupant, et à tous ceux qui sont en connivence avec lui, soit en diffusant des mensonges soit par leurs actes, avant l’occupation ou après.

J’ai voulu défendre l’honneur de ma profession et du patriotisme qui a été bafoué depuis le jour où le pays a été violé et que son honneur a été perdu.

The Story of my shoe

Maybe it is an older article but I think it is still of actuality. All of us should follow his example and stand up against the invader… because we are invaded… little by little…surreptitiously, snakily. We have to wake up and fight for our freedom… be it a government, an institution, an organisation or the local bully. we have to teach our kids to stand up for their freedom and be proud to be free humans. Enjoy this article.

– Antiwar.com Original – http://original.antiwar.com
The Story of My Shoe
Muntadhar al-Zaidi, the Iraqi who threw his shoe at George Bush gave this speech on his
recent release.
In the name of God, the most gracious and most merciful.
Here I am, free. But my country is still a prisoner of war.
Firstly, I give my thanks and my regards to everyone who stood beside me, whether inside
my country, in the Islamic world, in the free world. There has been a lot of talk about the
action and about the person who took it, and about the hero and the heroic act, and the
symbol and the symbolic act.
But, simply, I answer: What compelled me to confront is the injustice that befell my people,
and how the occupation wanted to humiliate my homeland by putting it under its boot.
And how it wanted to crush the skulls of (the homeland’s) sons under its boots, whether
sheikhs, women, children or men. And during the past few years, more than a million martyrs
fell by the bullets of the occupation and the country is now filled with more than 5 million
orphans, a million widows and hundreds of thousands of maimed. And many millions of
homeless because of displacement inside and outside the country.
We used to be a nation in which the Arab would share with the Turkman and the Kurd and the
Assyrian and the Sabean and the Yazid his daily bread. And the Shiite would pray with the
Sunni in one line. And the Muslim would celebrate with the Christian the birthday of Christ,
may peace be upon him. And despite the fact that we shared hunger under sanctions for
more than 10 years, for more than a decade.
Our patience and our solidarity did not make us forget the oppression. Until we were invaded
by the illusion of liberation that some had. (The occupation) divided one brother from
another, one neighbor from another, and the son from his uncle. It turned our homes into
never-ending funeral tents. And our graveyards spread into parks and roadsides. It is a
plague. It is the occupation that is killing us, that is violating the houses of worship and the
sanctity of our homes and that is throwing thousands daily into makeshift prisons.
I am not a hero, and I admit that. But I have a point of view and I have a stance. It
humiliated me to see my country humiliated. And to see my Baghdad burned. And my people
being killed. Thousands of tragic pictures remained in my head, and this weighs on me every
day and pushes me toward the righteous path, the path of confrontation, the path of rejecting
injustice, deceit and duplicity. It deprived me of a good night’s sleep.
Dozens, no, hundreds, of images of massacres that would turn the hair of a newborn white
used to bring tears to my eyes and wound me. The scandal of Abu Ghraib. The massacre of
Fallujah, Najaf, Haditha, Sadr City, Basra, Diyala, Mosul, Tal Afar, and every inch of our
wounded land. In the past years, I traveled through my burning land and saw with my own
eyes the pain of the victims, and hear with my own ears the screams of the bereaved and the
orphans. And a feeling of shame haunted me like an ugly name because I was powerless.
And as soon as I finished my professional duties in reporting the daily tragedies of the Iraqis,
and while I washed away the remains of the debris of the ruined Iraqi houses, or the traces of
the blood of victims that stained my clothes, I would clench my teeth and make a pledge to
our victims, a pledge of vengeance.
The opportunity came, and I took it.
I took it out of loyalty to every drop of innocent blood that has been shed through the
occupation or because of it, every scream of a bereaved mother, every moan of an orphan,
the sorrow of a rape victim, the teardrop of an orphan.
I say to those who reproach me: Do you know how many broken homes that shoe that I
threw had entered because of the occupation? How many times it had trodden over the blood
of innocent victims? And how many times it had entered homes in which free Iraqi women
and their sanctity had been violated? Maybe that shoe was the appropriate response when all
values were violated.
When I threw the shoe in the face of the criminal, Bush, I wanted to express my rejection of
his lies, his occupation of my country, my rejection of his killing my people. My rejection of his
plundering the wealth of my country, and destroying its infrastructure. And casting out its
sons into a diaspora.
After six years of humiliation, of indignity, of killing and violations of sanctity, and desecration
of houses of worship, the killer comes, boasting, bragging about victory and democracy. He
came to say goodbye to his victims and wanted flowers in response.
Put simply, that was my flower to the occupier, and to all who are in league with him, whether
by spreading lies or taking action, before the occupation or after.
I wanted to defend the honor of my profession and suppressed patriotism on the day the
country was violated and its high honor lost. Some say: Why didn’t he ask Bush an
embarrassing question at the press conference, to shame him? And now I will answer you,
journalists. How can I ask Bush when we were ordered to ask no questions before the press
conference began, but only to cover the event. It was prohibited for any person to question
Bush.
And in regard to professionalism: The professionalism mourned by some under the auspices
of the occupation should not have a voice louder than the voice of patriotism. And if
patriotism were to speak out, then professionalism should be allied with it.
I take this opportunity: If I have wronged journalism without intention, because of the
professional embarrassment I caused the establishment, I wish to apologize to you for any
embarrassment I may have caused those establishments. All that I meant to do was express
with a living conscience the feelings of a citizen who sees his homeland desecrated every day.
History mentions many stories where professionalism was also compromised at the hands of
American policymakers, whether in the assassination attempt against Fidel Castro by booby-
trapping a TV camera that CIA agents posing as journalists from Cuban TV were carrying, or
what they did in the Iraqi war by deceiving the general public about what was happening. And
there are many other examples that I won’t get into here.
But what I would like to call your attention to is that these suspicious agencies — the
American intelligence and its other agencies and those that follow them — will not spare any
effort to track me down (because I am) a rebel opposed to their occupation. They will try to
kill me or neutralize me, and I call the attention of those who are close to me to the traps
that these agencies will set up to capture or kill me in various ways, physically, socially or
professionally.
And at the time that the Iraqi prime minister came out on satellite channels to say that he
didn’t sleep until he had checked in on my safety, and that I had found a bed and a blanket,
even as he spoke I was being tortured with the most horrific methods: electric shocks,
getting hit with cables, getting hit with metal rods, and all this in the backyard of the place
where the press conference was held. And the conference was still going on and I could hear
the voices of the people in it. And maybe they, too, could hear my screams and moans.
In the morning, I was left in the cold of winter, tied up after they soaked me in water at
dawn. And I apologize for Mr. Maliki for keeping the truth from the people. I will speak later,
giving names of the people who were involved in torturing me, and some of them were
high-ranking officials in the government and in the army.
I didn’t do this so my name would enter history or for material gains. All I wanted was to
defend my country, and that is a legitimate cause confirmed by international laws and divine
rights. I wanted to defend a country, an ancient civilization that has been desecrated, and I
am sure that history — especially in America — will state how the American occupation was
able to subjugate Iraq and Iraqis, until its submission.
They will boast about the deceit and the means they used in order to gain their objective. It is
not strange, not much different from what happened to the Native Americans at the hands of
colonialists. Here I say to them (the occupiers) and to all who follow their steps, and all those
who support them and spoke up for their cause: Never.
Because we are a people who would rather die than face humiliation.
And, lastly, I say that I am independent. I am not a member of any politicalparty, something
that was said during torture — one time that I’m far-right, another that I’m a leftist. I am
independent of any political party, and my future efforts will be in civil service to my people
and to any who need it, without waging any political wars, as some said that I would.
My efforts will be toward providing care for widows and orphans, and all those whose lives
were damaged by the occupation. I pray for mercy upon the souls of the martyrs who fell in
wounded Iraq, and for shame upon those who occupied Iraq and everyone who assisted them
in their abominable acts. And I pray for peace upon those who are in their graves, and those
who are oppressed with the chains of imprisonment. And peace be upon you who are patient
and looking to God for release.
And to my beloved country I say: If the night of injustice is prolonged, it will not stop the
rising of a sun and it will be the sun of freedom.
One last word. I say to the government: It is a trust that I carry from my fellow detainees.
They said, ‘Muntadhar, if you get out, tell of our plight to the omnipotent powers’ — I know
that only God is omnipotent and I pray to Him — ‘remind them that there are dozens,
hundreds, of victims rotting in prisons because of an informant’s word.’
They have been there for years, they have not been charged or tried.
They’ve only been snatched up from the streets and put into these prisons. And now, in front
of you, and in the presence of God, I hope they can hear me or see me. I have now made
good on my promise of reminding the government and the officials and the politicians to look
into what’s happening inside the prisons. The injustice that’s caused by the delay in the
judicial system.
Thank you. And may God’s peace be upon you
The translation is by McClatchy’s special correspondent, Sahar Issa.
URL to article: http://original.antiwar.com/muntadhar-al-zaidi/2009/09/16/the-story-
of-my-shoe/

Water boarding of senior citizen…

I hesitated long before posting this entry on my blog but finally, I took the decision to do it. Now, it is going way too far and people have to know. I decided to speak… for the sake of my dear friend, all the other seniors who are without a voice and on GIS… and for me also. I still have many years before my pension but I certainly don’t want to live, alone, what my friend is passing through right now… so here it is!

How come our government is using all kind of moneys against our senior citizens, making them stressed, anxious, sick and powerless? When you contact ministers of the government for help you are rejected, they refuse to help you saying that their employees are doing their good job. Where is their accountability? How many hundred of thousands of dollars of your taxes are they spending in abusing our senior citizens as they try to search if they didn’t gave them a couple of hundreds of dollars more during the year, accusing the seniors of criminal intent if they are living on the lowest level of revenue with their GIS?

What can we do, as canadian citizens, to know what is happening and to make them understand that they are our “servant” and that they have to stop treating us as their ignorant slaves and nullities.

Here is a story—shortened as it is a long saga—that is happening right now to a friend of mine as well as to many seniors in Canada. It can happen to you, to your parents, to your friends, to your neighbors if you or they are receiving GIS. Nobody is sheltered from them. Are we slowly becoming a police state like in the 1984 novel? It is frightening when you see what they are doing and how they are doing it. So cold and inhuman!
I have a friend who is 71 years old. A nice man who will give his last shirt… a heart big like the world. This man came and help me to get out of an apartment where I was sickened by sewer gases emanations and where my x-landlady was extremely violent and aggressive. She was “breaking and entry” in my apartment every times I was not there with her clients, neighbors, boy-friends, other renters, etc… to show them my belongings. She took photos of my belongings after having messing them up, wrote discriminative notes on them and was/and still distributing them around. She was/and still slanders me, lying brazenly about me. She is creating false evidences to present to Court and still defy the Court who had ordered her to pay me compensation on November 2008… I am still waiting to be paid and had to put a lien on her house. She sent me other papers last week to go to Court in Victoria at the end of this month as she created “new” false evidences to contest, for the third time, the Court Order. This is on and on like the pink rabbit for 19 months now.
She is afraid, I think, as I know a lot about her and her many boy friends and also, and this is the worst (I will talk about this in another entry) about her violent abuse to the dogs she is grooming (have a recording of one of these sessions).
So, this friend help me to get out of there and she just screamed at him—and I have recording of this—that she will ruin his life and put him on the street. So, she contacted the pension office and told them bold lies and saying he was abusing the system by having his pension at his age (???). Government jumped on his like famished Rottweiller on a juicy bone. They started an “investigation”… which can be OK BUT… they also cut completely his guarantied supplement without a reason and even though he gave them all the information they asked for, under oath. They refused to talk to him or to contact him besides sending him invasive questionnaires on his private life on personal stuff that is not of their business. These questionnaires were so invasive of his right and freedom that I wonder why they didn’t asked him how many times he was going to pee per days.
Now, 12 months later, he is still without his GIS, live with nothing, have his bills cumulating and his credit card maxed up, can’t feed himself properly and is now sick due to the high stress and anxiety.

I have now to take care of him as he can’t stay alone with very high blood pressure, dizziness and great unbalance, vertigo-like.
But, government don’t give a dam about this, isn’t it? I learn, in the process, that my friend is not the only one in this situation. What is happening to our government?
Ms Finley and Ms Le Breton took millions out of our tax bucket to finance a huge campaign on Senior’s abuse with millions of beautiful glossy brochures and emotional TV adds… but they are the first ones to abuse the seniors. What can a senior do to defend himself and have his voice heard when confronting such bullyism from his own government?
Mesdames Finley and LeBreton blatantly refused to help my friend. What can a poor old man/woman can do against such a machine? Seniors, at least many of them, have no voice. They have built what is here now, without them we would not be here and our government just treat them as if they were just a number followed by some tiny $ signs. Seniors are not human but just an old fart who is expected to leave this world as soon as possible so government will save money. How horrific! Did we really elected those inhuman people?
I just wonder how many of these seniors who were/are under these “investigations” died before their time of a heart attack from stress and anxiety? How many are now handicapped or paralyzed by a stroke triggered by high blood pressure caused by stress and anxiety? How many live in misery, feeding themselves only with crackers, Lipton soup and Kraft dinners because they can’t afford—after a lifetime of hard work—to feed themselves properly while under these years’ long “investigations where they barely have 700$ per month to live on, pay their rents, utilities, transportations, medications, food and else? How many suicide themselves because they didn’t have the strength to fight for surviving and were hopeless?
No, there is no help out there. Oh! Yes! there is beautiful people that are trying to help… huge thank you to them… but they can’t go very far as their power is just an illusion.
MP you said? Let me laugh! We contacted the MP of the area where he live and this guy refused to go further in the file and even told us that if he help my friend, the pension office might just erase my friend from their files as a “vengeance”. Isn’t it terrible?
My friend, at his age, have now his little credit card max up and is stress beyond beliefs to see his credit moffed and is waiting, impatiently, to be paid the retroactive to clear up his debts. But… will it happen? I don’t know as he received a letter last week, 12 months after, that they now, it seems, want to get back to 2004 to see if they would not be able to recuperate moneys from him. He never fraud the government and was doing all his income taxes… what a way to treat honest citizens!
For them, your are guilty, whatever you say, and they just gnaw our elders to death!
Wake up, Canadian! Together we can do something!

A right understanding of matters

I will copy/paste an article published in the Common Ground of September 2009. I just find it in a box of papers I was filing. Pretty interesting… but… not quite easy to do when you are stuck in the labirynthic government’s craziness. My follow up on the next entry.

CG : Archive : September 2009
A right understanding of matters

WRITING ON THE WALL by Henry E. McCandless
Canadian citizens accepted thousands of preventable deaths and
wrecked lives from contaminated blood in the 1980s, and later the
needless deaths of 26 Nova Scotia coal miners in a disgraceful mine.
We tolerate wrongful imprisonments across the country and police
forces inadequately managed, motivated and trained for
interventions. We accept the corporation-driven medical treatment
fixation rather than install rules for prevention. We don’t require the
standards of care for seniors they are entitled to see met, and we
don’t require facilities to uphold seniors’ dignity. We accept
government ideology transferring public money to corporations and
we don’t uphold the precautionary principle for the environment and
our natural resources. We accept quiet decline in the competence of
Canadian officials and don’t question their training and motivation. We
tolerate Canadian legislators steadfastly sidestepping the application
of public accountability even though it is a society imperative. We
allow them in their ritual processes to refuse to grasp the basics of
management control for what they oversee, something essential to
running their jurisdictions competently. The list goes on and on – and
for all countries.
In 1796 George Washington made an important observation: “I am
sure the mass of Citizens in these United States mean well, and I
firmly believe they will always act well, whenever they can obtain a
right understanding of matters…” It is not clear whether the majority
of Canadian citizens seek a right understanding of matters, or simply
hope that someone else will fix things, while complaining about them
after the fact.
Yet by holding to account fairly and relentlessly, citizens can control
what goes on.
Holding to account means extracting the information from authorities
that citizens need to gain a right understanding of issues they should
deal with. Given the information, and not just data, citizens can more
sensibly act to commend, alter or halt what authorities intend. Thus
the essence of public accountability is the obligation of authorities to
explain publicly, fully and fairly before the fact what they intend and
why, the performance standards they intend for themselves and those
they oversee, and later what resulted from what they did and how
they applied the learning available from it. We have failed to install
this basic obligation.
Most people think accountability is responsibility, the obligation to act
(a related but different obligation). The fraudulently-titled federal
Accountability Act is a prime example. Or they see it only as
explanation after the fact, from financial statements, court cases and
inquiries. But financial statements are only a part of public
accountability and after-the-fact attention doesn’t prevent harm,
injustice or irreversible environmental damage. We don’t get full and
fair public explanation of the intentions of the directing minds of
authorities such as governments and the agencies they control
because the requirement, if seen headed into law, is apt to turn
authorities’ knuckles white. (Think of the classic BBC’s “Yes Minister”.)
The lobbying against it would be over funded.
Citizens should not trust an authority that does not explain publicly,
fully and fairly what it intends, and why. As a former Provincial
Auditor of Ontario put it, “If you know it, you can report it.”
Authorities certainly know their underlying agendas.
When the Board of the Vancouver Island Health Authority acted to
close the Cowichan Lodge facility in Duncan and turn over its
operations to the private sector with no credible intention explanation
before the fact, the spokesperson for 80,000 Cowichan-area citizens
told the Directors at a public meeting, “You have lost the public’s
trust.” This ought to have been devastating to the Board members
sitting there, facing her. Given the Board’s purposeful ignorance of its
public accountability, it likely wasn’t.
So why does holding to account work? If elected or appointed officials
must explain their intentions, reasons and performance standards
within their authority, knowledgeable organizations can publicly shred
identified intentions reasonably seen to lead to harm. As well,
independent audit can attest to the fairness and completeness of
what the authority says. Fear of consequent loss of credibility with the
public will exert a self-regulating influence on what the authority
intends.
“Checks and balances,” monitoring and performance audit after the
fact don’t create this self-regulating influence. Review boards for
professionals review processes but don’t examine and report whether
performance such as professional medical diagnoses and treatments
met the standards of diligence that citizens are entitled to see met.
Citizens can act in two ways. They can require their legislators to
install in the law the requirement for full and fair public accounting by
all authorities affecting the public in important ways. That allows
auditors general to audit compliance with the legislation.
As well, citizens can form citizen accountability groups to hold
authorities publicly to account for their responsibilities in the issues of
concern to the groups. They can set out publicly, for the relevant
authorities, what they see as the nature of the public explanations the
authority should be giving for its intentions, reasons, performance
standards and results. Alongside external auditors, the groups can
then publicly assess the fairness and completeness of the authority’s
public explanations.
If we don’t do this, we carry on with activist citizens putting in terribly
long hours, largely after work, to try to overturn intentions and
actions seen as unfair — with the intentions not being given public
challenge before the fact, and with officials who plan and carry out
the intentions getting salaries and pensions for it.
As to the type of public reporting needed, George Washington’s
observation fits with the 1989 Massey Lectures of Dr. Ursula Franklin,
who said: “Whenever someone talks to you about the benefits and
costs of a particular project, don’t ask what benefits? ask whose
benefits and whose costs?”
Thus we can develop a useful form of public accountability
explanation we can call an Equity Statement (EqS). The statement
sets out, for proponents of an intention that would affect the public in
important ways:  who would gain what benefits from what is proposed, and why
they should, in both the short and longer term;
1.
who would bear what costs and risks, and why they should, in
both the short and longer term; and
2.
assuming the proposal were to go ahead, who would be
required to meet what standard of performance and public
explanation of how responsibilities are being carried out.
3.
The proponents for an intention — and those opposed — can each
draft an equity statement for public challenge of an intention. This
can range from property developers and residents to governing and
opposition parties in a legislature. The elected representatives making
the decisions would account to their constituents if they disregard
what a valid composite equity statement logically points to as the
decision.
Whether a local municipal property development application, an
intended “private-public sector partnership” or other executive
government policy or regulation intention, a validated equity
statement would give citizens information they should have to do
their oversight duty. To be effective as a self-regulating influence on
governments’ intentions, equity statement reporting would have to be
assessed by auditors general for its fairness and completeness and by
knowledgeable public interest groups.
As a society imperative, public accountability is non-partisan and isn’t
political policy. In serving the accountability relationship between
government and the legislature it is therefore open to auditors
general to recommend to their legislators that equity statements by
the executive government be made the law. But it is up to citizens to
require their elected representatives to install it.
Henry E. McCandless is General Convenor of the Citizens’ Circle For
Accountability (www.accountabilitycircle.org) and the author of A
Citizen’s Guide to Public Accountability: Changing the Relationship
Between Citizens and Authorities (Trafford 2002). From 1978 to 1996
he was a Principal in the Office of the Auditor General of Canada.

Pas gentils mais réalistes

Bon bien… pas gentils les allemands mais réalistes. Je dois avouer que la couverture de ce magazine est un peu… euh… disons… explicite… mais cette humour noire rends bien l’actuel problème de l’église catholique, du simple prêtre jusqu’au pape. J’espère que toute cette publicité và réveiller d’autres victimes d’abus… pas nécessairement chrétiennes… et que tout ce chamboulement và redonner à toutes les religions leur vrai spiritualité en Dieu en éliminant la laideur humaine.
Le titre de cet article, Kirche heute se traduit l’église d’aujourd’hui. Que se passe-t-il avec les religions? Rien ne m’horrifie plus que de voir, dans les livres d’histoire, les prêtres, cardinaux, évêques bénir des soldats, leurs avions et leurs bombes pour que leur Dieu guide cette bombe pour tuer les ennemis qui, entre autre, sont de la même foi. Leurs propres officiants bénissent également soldats et bombes pour que le même Dieu aide à détruire l’autre. Je trouve cela déroutant. Je serait Dieu, je crois que je péterait un boulon à ces enfantillages stupides.
Mais…. est-ce que les prêtres, évêques, archevêques, révérends, ayatollahs et autres tires ne sont pas supposés être les représentants de Dieu et être, par le fait même “sanctifiés”? Et beaucoup d’entre eux ont même l’audacité de vous dire que, même si vous priez avec toute la ferveur de votre âme… si vous n’êtes pas dans leur église ou dans leur temple, Dieu ne vous entend pas ou encore que vous êtes trop petit et misérable pour pouvoir communiquer avec Lui et que vous devez “payer” le prêtre car, lui seul peut communiquer vos demandes et vos prières au Très Haut… quel que soit le nom humain que nous lui donnons.
Tristounet! N’est-ce pas? Mais, les gens se réveillent et semble se reprendre en main… alors, il y a de l’espoir 🙂
Voici le lien. Je ne sait pas s’il sera actif car je n’ai pas encore trouvé le truc pour le faire dans ce blog-ci. Si vous n’arrivez pas à voir l’article, laissez-moi un commentaire et je mettrai l’article et l’image sur le blog.
http://www.20min.ch/ro/news/monde/story/La-Une-qui-fait-scandale-27914467

Not nice but… realistic

Hmmm! Well! The article is in French but the cover of the magazine don’t need translation. I must admit that the image is a bit… well… explicit… if I can say but it renders well the actual problem of the catholic chuch. Maybe it will triggers other victims to pop out… not necessarely christians, and hopefully give back to religions their true spirituality and get rid of the ugly humanity.

The title of the article, Kirche heute means the Today’s church. What is happening with our religions? Are the “priests” and “reverends” and officiants” and “Ayatollas” and all those other titles floating around not supposed to be infused with God’s essence and be “saints like”? And many of them–a big many, I must say–have the audacity to tell you that if you pray God with all your faith but are not in a church or in a temple, God will not ear you… or that you are too a miserable little worm for God to hear what you have to say and you must pay the “priest” (or whatever name…) for him to transmit your prayers to Him, otherwise…

Here is the link to go and see it. Hope it will work as I have to see how to get a proper link on the pages. If it is not working please, leave me a comment and I will put the article and the image on this blog as I saved it on my desktop… of course 😀

http://www.20min.ch/ro/news/monde/story/La-Une-qui-fait-scandale-27914467

I am back

Well! It was a heck of a time since my last blog. My world stumbled up side down and I encountered real freaks. I can tell you the story, if you want… I am writing a book on it presently. I think it will be interesting. So, just to say I am back and I will talk to you a tiny bit later… as it is supper time and it smell darn good!

Bon bien…. comme le temps passe! Depuis mon dernier blog sur ce site, mon univers a été chamboulé pas rien qu’à peu près. J’ai été confrontée à une personne violente, méchante, profiteuse… je vous laisse terminer la série d’adjectifs si vous avez un bon dictionnaire de synonymes 😀  Donc, un épisode intéressant que je suis en train de mettre en livre et qui ferait sûrement un film étonnant.

Bon, bien…. juste pour dire que je suis de retour et que je vous écrit un tout petit brin plus tard car… c’est l’heure du souper et ça sent drôlement bon