Canadian Virtue Signalling Run Amok: The Case of Colten Boushie

Things don’t change much in the land of satanic stasis commonly known as Canada. The snow’s on the ground, the Queen’s on her throne, and the red death holds sway over all. That’s how it’s been since time immemorial. So when the very occasional win comes the way of the kinist, the effect is akin to a powerful Chinook wind pushing away forty below temperatures, at least for a season. And God in His mercy has delivered just such a balm our way this winter.

On August 9, 2016, in the vicinity of Biggar, Saskatchewan, 22-year-old Coulten Boushie, his girlfriend, and two pals – all denizens of the nearby Cree Red Pheasant First Nation reservation – decided to wrap up an idyllic afternoon of boozing and horseplay in the local river by going on a looting and vandalizing spree of nearby farms. In broad daylight, yet. Perhaps the thinking was that most farmers would be busy out in the fields with the season’s early combining, or late haying. Or perhaps there was no thinking involved whatsoever. At any rate, after smashing a few things at a couple of places, they moseyed into the yard of Gerald Stanley, and soon discovered this was one paleface they ought not to have monkeyed with.

According to eyewitness testimony, Stanley and his son were mending fences on their property while his wife was mowing the lawn at 5 PM. The beat-up SUV carrying the four youths came up the driveway at a fast clip and parked in front of Stanley’s garage, at which point one of the braves got out and immediately climbed aboard an ATV, apparently intending to do a little joyriding, while the SUV itself proceeded to the house. Son Sheldon hollered and ran over, at which point, according to the Stanleys, the vehicle attempted to run him over. Gerald Stanley sensibly headed to his other shop, coming out brandishing a Tokarev semi-automatic pistol he kept there, and fired some warning shots in the air. Boushie was in the SUV’s back seat this whole time, drunk as a skunk and with a stockless .22 rifle beside him to boot. His three companions took off running down the driveway in the wake of the girlfriend’s punching of Mrs. Stanley after she came over in her lawnmower to see what was going on – and the girlfriend verified this in court. Boushie scrambled into the SUV’s front seat and turned on the ignition, but Stanley reached in the window to turn off the ignition, leading to a struggle and the Tokarev firing, killing Boushie instantly. The family immediately called the police, and Stanley was arrested and charged with second-degree murder, to which he pleaded not guilty.

After a lengthy trial that captivated much of the province and the country, on February 8, 2018, the jury delivered its verdict…not guilty.

Do my ears deceive me?? Do you mean to tell me that in the Dudley Do-Right police state of Cuba North, self-preservation of one’s own family is still a legitimate defence from time to time?? Glory be! Gerald Stanley walked out of the Battleford courthouse an exonerated man that day.

But have no fear. Canada’s left-wing elites, at both the executive level and at the grassroots, exploded in outrage over the ‘injustice’ of the entire affair. This verdict dropped their court victory average for the past fifty years to a completely unacceptable .999, after all!¹

So Canada’s oversized SJW coterie, inspired by the reasonableness of their brethren to the south, touched up the dye in their hair, cleaned their hornrim glasses, threw on the Communist tees they received in the mail from Amazon this week, and took to the streets coast to coast, lamenting the newly-sainted indigene as ‘the Rodney King of Canada’. In obeisance to the prevailing Black Lives Matter trope, a picture of him in a mortarboard was discovered and is now being paraded on placards, a la Michael Brown. His mother says he was a good boy who dindu nuffin. The panoply of post-racial ‘churches’ from the Catholics to the Anglicans (pardon the redundancy) are taking the opportunity to resume their squeaky demands for a new social order. Al-Jazeera has taken up the cudgels, because it’s totally their business. Canadian universities are drafting policies that address the systemic racism and colonization mentality that are rife in all levels of society, and please send us another $1 million check to cover our costs, Mr. Alumni. And of course, Twinkletoes Castro, Jr. – better known to some as Prime Minister Justin Trudeau – had to chuck in his two cents’ worth in between global jet-setting jaunts: huffily declaring that Canada ‘had to do better’ , as though the whole country hadn’t trimmed the rose bushes at 24 Sussex Drive to his satisfaction, and throwing in an ill-timed and irrelevant demand that Canadians acknowledge their past sins of anti-black prejudice for good measure. I am not a sufficient wordsmith to come up with a phrase that encapsulates the complete and utter contempt I have for this thing. Bag of fetid gluten, perhaps?

These chattering classes wouldn’t know which end of the cow to pitch hay to if they had a user’s manual in front of them, so it’s no great shock that they have no idea how stewardship of one’s family works in rural areas, particularly in very sparsely populated areas like the Canadian prairies. In southern Saskatchewan, being thirty to fifty miles away from a town is considered ‘close’. By the time you get on the horn to the regional RCMP dispatch office in Last Chance Gulch to report an intruder, your barn will be on fire and your children will be dead. And don’t even bother with the phone call in the winter, as it’s likely the transmission tower will be out of commission, assuming it even exists. Irate redskins, just looking for any excuse to jump the rez and go do a little ki-yi-yi’ing against Whitey, understand this very, very well. Two years ago, one of my own neighbors caught an Indian on his property in a stolen truck siphoning bulk gasoline, and was dragged the length of his yard when he reached into the window in an attempt to apprehend him. Thankfully, there were no injuries, but the whole situation obviously could have ended far more tragically than it did.

As whites in Western Canada, increasingly despondent over dismal economic prospects and, what’s far worse, an overbearing culture of agnostic humanism masked with a mocking smiley face so that the world may wonder, retreat into their ever-diminishing safe havens and continue to atomize themselves into extinction, we can only expect Indians to become ever more brazen in their trespasses against persons and properties they believe to be without legal sanctification anyway. When Ottawa idiotically deigned to grant them the undeserved legal status of ‘First Nations’, you better believe they took that to heart, with all the double portion inheritance rights of the eldest son the name entails. And just as blacks have an uncanny sixth sense in perceiving any show of weakness on the part of whites, so too does the Indian. He and his posse will gang up on an isolated white settlement, like a hunting party of Kiowa surrounding a wounded buffalo or a war party of Sioux surrounding a wounded George Armstrong Custer. As our kin in South Africa can tell us with authority, without whites drawing a line in the sand (of their determining) and saying ‘this far, and no farther’, we can only expect them to take full advantage of the license granted them. Particularly since Nelson Mandela is treated as an unofficial saint by our Indians, largely due to the brief powwow he held with a handful of Inuit teens during a refuelling stop in Iqaluit during his 1990 Canadian grand tour.

The happily unexpected verdict wasn’t the only positive thing to come out of this ordeal, either. Over the course of the trial Twitter, that forum for the socially disaffected, was regularly afire with sentiment that Boushie got exactly what he deserved – and on Facebook, an RCMP officer who was stationed on the Cree reservation made bold to voice the same. As could be expected, this incident triggered a separate SJW screechfest all on its own that has threatened to eclipse the surface-deep lamentations over Boushie himself. Even more encouraging, not only did Stanley’s GoFundMe page meet its $200,000 threshold, but it actually exceeded it by a further $23,000. As this case has not attracted much publicity Stateside, such donations could only have come domestically, and it’s heartening to know there are still enclaves of Canadian whites who still have a strong enough sense of community to help out a deserving one of our own.

Of course, there are still ominous rumblings on the horizon. Twinkletoes’s caustic remark about ‘doing better’ carries an especially threatening tone considering Stanley’s trial was a jury trial – and the jury was all-white. How is the judicial system supposed to ‘do better’ when they have no say over the final outcome? Is coercion in order? Or could it be that this was a none-too-subtle ultimatum directed towards the white yeomanry of the Western provinces? Given Twinkletoes’s status as the most visible (if least respected) sensitive New Age change agent in the world, I think the latter to be the far more likely case. And given the widespread derision he has received lately for gallivanting across India playing dress-up and consuming lotuses from the Taj Mahal greenhouse that he really shouldn’t have, it’s safe to assume he’s going to be in an especially pissy mood for a while. And the petty harassment has already started with the Stanley family, as the patriarch is currently being hauled back into court to face charges of that most Canadian of sins – improper gun storage.

But that’s for tomorrow, and let tomorrow take care of itself. For now, if we can’t celebrate a rare victory in this vale of tears, life would be a dismal trek indeed. Please keep the Stanley family in prayer.

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