Being doxxed. OK, now I know how it’s called. Zionists do it too, by the way.
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And so the MRAs have found yet another woman to hate.
Earlier this month, as many of you no doubt know, a Men’s Rights group sponsored a lecture at the University of Toronto. The event drew protesters, and the protesters drew MRAs with video cameras. One of the MRAs filmed a confrontation between a red-haired feminist activist and a number of MRAs who continually interrupted her as she tried to read a brief statement.
Her crime? She wasn’t exactly polite in responding to the interrupters. And so, after video of the confrontation was uploaded to YouTube, and linked to on the Men’s Rights subreddit and elsewhere, she became a virtual punching bag for the angry misogynists of the internet.
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From MAN OF LA MANCHA (1972)
Music by Mitch Leigh and lyrics by Joe Darion
|To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
This is my quest
To fight for the right
And I know if I’ll only be true
And the world will be better for this
Reblogué de «Trahir ».
I often disagree with Mr. Coyne but here I have to say he is non-partisan. Indeed, we were told by most of the press « there is nothing bad in this budget ». As he points out, nothing could be further from the truth.
And some measures are shockingly racist or show the contempt for civil servants that is the usual fare from Ottawapiskat since at least 2011.
And expect a row with the provinces about manpower training. It’s already begun with Quebec. Also, I betcha the $5,000 is not going to be indexed.
Corporations already have too much of a say about what is being taught and HOW it is being taught. This makes it worse.
Your vision is inspiring.
And here is mine: all women from the 4 quadrants (the Red, the Yellow, the White and the Black) will unite and rise to defend Mother Earth.
For our children For our grandchildren. And their grandchildren. Seven generations.
Hear the drums of our determination.
Rise, my sisters. It is time.