Aye, I am not convinced either. I see it more like as to discredit Kevin Annett, and to be made the fool.

Maybe it is because Kevin Annett persists in the......enlightening or astonishing disclosures?

From Child Killing to Union Busting: Business as Usual in the United Church of Canada by Kevin D. Annett
Posted by kevin on December 3, 2014.

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Recent years, fortunately, have brought to light many of the church’s dirty secrets, and so with all that exposure of church wrong doing, the political climate may be shifting. The Labor Relations Board in B.C. recently agreed with CUPE, the union representing the Naramata workers, that the United Church is not bargaining in good faith. But ultimately, even such a ruling won’t guarantee those workers their jobs.
The latter have been making the same mistake I and countless aboriginal torture victims made by appealing to the erstwhile “conscience” and “religious sentiments” of United Church officials. The what? As a street buddy of mine so aptly puts it, “Morality to a bureaucrat is like a stop sign at the Indy 500”. Forget it, people. There’s but one thing the United Church honchos appreciate, and that’s a financial ledger. 50,000 dead children can’t be wrong.

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The United Church of Canada is Insane, and other Spiritual Reflections by Kevin D. Annett
Posted by kevin on November 19, 2014

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Unless you’ve been avoiding the internet and television for the past few weeks, you can’t have missed Gary Paterson, the immoderate Moderator of the United (or was that Untied?) Church of Canada, who just announced that all good church members should honor transgender people in a special day of remembrance. Why? Because two such people were killed in Canada last year, ostensibly because of their sexual identity.
Since neither of these victims was aboriginal, gentle readers, fear not: this unusual gush of public empathy coming out of the church’s head office is not a sign that Paterson and company have changed their spots and begun to do justice to its own massive crop of little dead Indians. On the contrary: Gary Paterson’s latest grandstanding gesture is just one more deliberate and especially nauseating distraction from the fact that his church never has and never will atone for its mass murder of thousands of residential school children. Instead, well, let’s all remember, I don’t know, how about cross dressers?

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Latest Pin Pricks by The Irreverend Kevin Annett
Posted by kevin on November 9, 2014

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Back on Ward Two West, where I did most of my shifts, the patients and the staff seemed to be swapping roles all the time, so much so that I stopped doing case notes every shift since I didn’t know who was who after awhile. Instead, I spent my hours watching everyone, carefully.
The young kid on the ward who’d swallowed a can of turpentine and spent two nights crapping out his burned up intestines before he died in agony spent only an hour or two with us, on his way down to the ICU, since the head nurse who sternly scratched away in her log without ever looking into another set of human eyes considered the kid not self-preoccupied enough to qualify for a garden variety schizophrenic. She wanted to study him before he kicked.
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Is it Nothing to You? A Message from Bingo Dawson and all the other Fallen
Posted by admin on October 13, 2014

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After the police had killed Bingo, having said to his face (and I heard it) “Shit disturbers like you end up going missing”, we held his memorial service outside that scene of his victory, on the steps of St. James Anglican, and we all spoke of the Bingo we had known, and what he had died for.

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Tears came to me yesterday, like the rain, when I stood on Bingo’s corner and touched the wall where, briefly, some anonymous fellow mourner had scrawled,

“Bingo: friend forever, in earth and heaven”

I touched the wall, now as wiped clean of those final words to Bingo as is Canada’s memory of its own crimes. And from somewhere, unasked, I heard Bingo’s voice in that heart of mine that doesn’t seem capable of breaking anymore. And he said to me,

“Kev, did I die for nothing?”
The dead, unlike the living, require only the truth, since neither Bingo nor the 50,000 children he died for care that much about our fears and rationalizations and vested interests. So in that truth, I had to answer him,
“Yes, brother. You died for nothing. Because all of the crime carries on, and on”
Bingo could have lived with that answer, for it is the truth: and being the truth, cuts through our lives and lies like the sword of God that the prophet Ezekiel says that once drawn, can never again be sheathed. And that same implacable sword has separated me, and perhaps you, from our old lives, as completely as it did Bingo, when it chose him to bear that special burden.
Bingo Dawson died for nothing, as this world measures things. Children are still traded like bottles all over Vancouver. No-one has ever gone to jail for the murder of an Indian residential school child, or for Bingo’s own murder, nor will they ever, in what we know as “Canada”.

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May the source of great happiness be with you!

Salut!

Robert
Sarnia, Ontario
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