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Stephen Harper is providing incentives for those who would break the law

Not only is Stephen Harper failing to make criminals and election fraudsters accountable as he promised many times while in opposition, but he is actually doing the exact opposite.  He is giving huge rewards to those who would betray Canada’s democracy and break our laws by giving them senate seats and plum appointments.

There are many examples, and I intend to put together a comprehensive list, but here are a few.

When Irving Gerstein plead guilty in 2011 to election cheating, he was not punished by the prime minister.  He was given a senate seat.  And, when he attempted to deceive Canada and parliament by having the Deloitte audit into Mike Duffy’s expenses white washed, what did Stephen Harper do?  Well, Senator Gerstein is currently working on Harper’s campaign team to have him re-elected in 2015.

Vic Toews is an election fraud convict. Not only did Harper Make him public safety minister, but incredibly, he appointed him as a federal judge in Manitoba after he left politics.

And then there is Dean Del Mastro, charged with multiple counts of cheating in the 2008 election and sentenced to jail after being found guilty on all counts.  The irony here is almost unbelievable.  Not only was he on the CPC Ethics committee, but he was made parliamentary secretary to Stephen Harper and put in charge of dealing with the subject of - election fraud.  Now here is how far Stephen Harper is willing to go to protect and reward those who would cheat and break the law in this name.  The law of the land when Del Mastro was charged was such that any MP convicted of election fraud  would forfeit his or her pension.  Stephen Harper had the law changed just in time, so that even with his conviction and imprisonment, Del Mastro will collect a million dollar-plus pension.

Harper was warned about appointing Arthur Porter to oversee CSIS, but he is not one to take advice from anyone.  Here’s the kicker on this one.  Even after Porter was charged with the biggest financial fraud in Canadian history, and even after Porter’s wife plead guilty to helping her husband commit fraud; even while he was languishing in a Panamanian jail, Harper adamantly refused to remove Arthur Porter from the very prestigious and exclusive Privy Council.  Canadians really need to know why Harper did not remove this honour from Porter, who has since died in jail.


Remember when Harper said the following during the 2006 election campaign?

“Bend the rules, you will be punished; break the law, you will be charged; abuse the public trust, you will go to prison.”

That was a lie.  There are many examples of election fraudsters and convicted criminals being richly rewarded by no one other than Stephen Harper.  In fact, virtually all of the Conservative election fraudsters have been rewarded by Harper.

Bend the rules, you will be given a cabinet post.  Break the law, you will be promoted.  Abuse the public trust, you’ll end up in the senate.

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Non avevo nemmeno vent’anni Marcellino. La guerra stava per finire. Io ero nella trentaseiesima divisione di fanteria. C’era appena stata la battaglia di Montelungo: avevamo sconfitto i tedeschi. Un soldato italiano mi portó qui. Non avevo un soldo in tasca ed ero senza lavoro. Sapevo fare solo lo scultore come mio padre. Ma come ci vive uno scultore qui? Allora cominciai a lavorare nella cava di tufo: spaccavamo le pietre. 
Lei era la figlia del mastro: una cerbiatta di diciassette anni, bellissima. Gli occhi blu come i laghi di montagna…non c’è colore per descriverli. I capelli neri come la notte. Le gote di seta bianca. E il collo. Il collo tanto sottile che sembrava si potesse spezzare. Ci siamo parlati solo due volte. 
La prima volta le dissi “buongiorno” e lei rispose “buon..” e il padre la tiró via da me facendola sparire dentro uno scialle grande come il telone di un camion. 
La seconda, invece, siamo stati insieme per più di mezzora. Soli. Lei era andata dove si lavano i panni. Alla fine i panni glieli lavai io, mentre lei mi raccontava di quando era bambina. Di quando vinse un pulcino. Verde. Raro. Mi raccontava del suo sogno di viaggiare. Per vedere il mondo. Per imparare tutto.
Quella notte non riuscii a dormire. Gli scrissi una lettera per dirle che in tutta la mia vita non avrei trovato mai più un fiore così bello. E che se lei, se mi avesse voluto anche solo un po’ di bene io l’avrei sposata l’indomani stesso. Ci misi il mio indirizzo e la mattina gliela portai a casa, ma non ho mai avuto risposta.”
“E questa cos’è?” mi chiese Marcellino indicando una lettera
“La risposta” gli dissi
“Ma a me sembra che qui ti dice che ti vuole bene, che ti vuole sposare”
“Guarda la data” 
“12 dicembre 1947”
“Quella del timbro postale”
“6 giugno 1992”
“Mi dissero che andò persa in un deposito dell’ufficio postale. Sesantacinqueanni fa. Tutta la vita ho pensato che non mi aveva voluto. Adesso non dico che mi sono sposato la prima venuta, povera donna. Ma sai quando succede cosí…
Sai cos’è l’amore Marcellino? È pensare ancora a lei dopo settant’anni. Questo è l’ amore.
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