What Happened to Canada and Australia?
I have several topics I’m planning writing on but felt I had to get something out about this news.
You may have seen some articles today about Volodymir Zelensky’s visit to the Canadian Parliament. I read it this morning on nakedemperor’s substack
It has also made the legacy media (Politico).
After Zelensky visited the UN last week where he bizarrely lectured the world on climate change as a strange means to enlist more funding for weapons from the West, he has visited the Canadian parliament to make a speech on September 22.
During the session some member of parliament made a statement that there was a WWII veteran from Ukraine who had fought the Russians in the gallery. The house then gave the 98-year-old man a standing ovation.
The problem is the man fought with the first Ukrainian Division – also known as the 14th Waffen Grenadier Division which served under command of the Nazis.
For many people this is absolutely horrific.
The Politico article goes to lengths to explain that it was all a mistake on the part of the idiot in parliament who called for the recognition. Everyone standing up and clapping are all stooges. See in the photograph the two military officers, with their medals, standing there clapping . The Jewish community has strongly condemned the event.
About My Father
I’ve written before about my Polish heritage. Dad was born in 1914 in a village in what was then Poland. The borders changed after the War and where he was born is now part of Ukraine. His father was Polish and mother Ukrainian but he always considered himself Polish and fought with the Polish resistance in WWII. My brother and I were very proud of him when he marched in our annual Anzac Day march in Sydney. The Poles were near the end of the march as the international veterans went in alphabetical order.
Many people, especially those who put Ukrainian flags on their social media profiles, have no idea about the history of this region of Europe. There have been ethnic tensions in the region for centuries. The peoples in this region are all part of the Slavic race but within that there has been terrible fighting.
It seems impossible to understand how people from the same nation can treat each other so badly. If you ever have a chance to visit Budapest, a visit to the Museum of Terror is worthwhile. It tells of the atrocities that occurred there by Hungarian people to their own after WWII. It is hard going but a moving experience.
Those who follow the terrible war in Ukraine will know there are regiments associating as Nazis in Ukraine. Horrible, horrible things have taken place. Don’t get me wrong, there is no good side in all this. It is a tragedy.
There are no easy solutions and sending more weapons is not helping.
Dad went through horrific times in the war, being in forced labour and concentration camps. Many of that generation did not want to talk about it later in life. So, we only learnt bits and pieces about the history but it certainly remains ingrained.
This article is about a massacre of Poles by Ukraine during WWII. I note that I am not inferring one side was bad. When Dad had lost everything he was taken in by a kind Ukrainian couple who later became our godparents.
After the war Dad was a refugee, as many Poles were. The term was “displaced persons”. Due to the ethnic tensions in the region he was from, he could not return home and applied to immigrate. The choice was Australia or Canada, two great free lands. He always told us he was rejected for Canada because his health was so bad after the war and they wanted lumberjacks. Dad came by ship to Australia and was set to work building railways in central Queensland for two years to pay off the voyage.
He had not expected to meet my mother, a young woman from England, in Australia and he started a family later in life.
Dad always referred to Australia as a “free country”. The expression had deep meaning.
What is sad is that two of the countries that were the beacons of freedom, Australia and Canada, have had the most totalitarian responses to the COVID pandemic. It’s really hard to understand. Perhaps it’s just stupidity of the bureaucracy and authorities. Maybe we have been so comfortable in the last 60 years that memory of what it means to be free has faded. It’s easier to just go along with orders.
Dr Byram Bridle, immunologist from Canada, has also written on his substack today about the Canadian parliament incident.
He notes he has been called a neo-Nazi because of his stance on the COVID vaccines. He is still locked out of his University laboratory.
Final Thoughts
You can understand why countries in Eastern Europe have been more hesitant to embrace the pharmacological therapies promoted and mandated in the West. John Cambell did a good video on excess mortality comparing rates of vaccination in Eastern European countries and the West and the respective Excess Mortality.
No prizes for guessing who are doing better. BTW this is a topic I plan to follow up on.
So, while these stupid parliamentarians give their ovation to someone they thought was a hero, there has been a new breed of hero that has emerged.
They are ordinary people prepared to stand up for what they believe. It’s probably easier for those of us who have some heritage, for example from Eastern Europe, who have some insight into the history of totalitarianism. But there are many that just have an inherent knowledge of what is right and wrong.
I’ve been fortunate to meet many of these people. They are from a range of walks of life. An example is the people who are tirelessly going out and set up the Forest of the Fallen installations. For example this one:
This photo is from one set up in a park in Northern Sydney yesterday.
My friend Father Dave Smith is visiting the UK at the moment. He hopes to be able to visit his friend Julian Assange in Belmarsh prison as his pastor. This will hopefully give Julian some comfort.
To Finish Off On A Cheerful Note.
Eugyppius from Germany emerged for me as one of the best writers on substack. He, or she, has a better command of English than most English speakers.
I couldn’t stop laughing when I read this piece a few weeks ago about a statue of former Chancellor Angela Merkel on a horse that collapsed under its own weight.
The story of the creation of the sculpture, the first damage and patching up and then the final collapse are priceless.
The comments are also hilarious (I see there are now over 300 of them).
God Bless you all!