Vic Toews, Jean-Luc Picard and drumheads

- February 16th, 2012

Greetings heathens, zealots, web denizens, and the rest of you!

I had an epiphany the other day. Now, this is going to sound a little ka-ray-zee, but bear with me. I think it will eventually make sense.

Our federal politicians need to take a break for a month and do nothing but watch Star Trek. Not the new movie, although it was pretty geektastic. And certainly not Voyager or the last, trippy season of DS9 (seriously does ANYONE understand the series finale? That thing was Lost before Lost was Lost.)

No, I am talking about the Next Generation. In particular, an episode (my fav. of the series actually) entitled “Drumhead” – named after a particularly ghastly 19th century military tradition in Europe where soldiers were tried on the battlefield in vicious kangroo courts. If you were called to one, well, you didn’t need to worry about polishing your boots ever again.

The basic plot is that there was a traitor onboard the Enterprise, which triggers this crazy witch hunt for more traitors. A kangroo court is convened, and any opposition to the process is regarded as a sign of guilt and treachery. The whole sad affair is finally brought to end by our favorite bald captain (after an innocent person’s career is ruined) with a short but brilliant speech about civil liberties:

 (The key bits from the episode are definitely worth watching, particularly the opening scene.)

So why am I going on about this bit of science fiction fun? Because it seems to me to the writers of Star Trek have a better grip on the balance between safety and privacy than our current crop of election officials.

I’m referring in particular to  federal Public Safety Minister Vic Toews. This week he brought forward a internet surveillance bill — originally called the Lawful Access Act, but since that sounds slightly sketchy, the name was quickly changed to the much more cheerful  Protecting Children from Internet Predators Act — that caused a whole lot of people go sit up and go “uh, yah, hold the phone.”

Essentially, the bill would force internet service providers to hand data on their customers – name, address, phone number, email address  and IP address – over to the police upon request without a warrant. Internet service providers would also have to install software and hardware to record the activity of its customers so the police could access it, although getting at that would require a warrant.

Needless to say this whole getting access to private info about citizens without a warrant stuff caused privacy experts and web denizens to have a freak out. It’s not that anyone says the police shouldn’t, when justified, be able to get that kind of information in timely manner (Internet service providers already cooperate with police requests something like 94% of the time, making the bill itself moot.) It’s just that they shouldn’t be able to get it willy-nilly. Police cannot come into your home, or get your phone records on a whim, so why should they be able to grab your internet info without a warrant?

All reasonable objections to Toews’ pet project. How did our public safety minister react? Did he take these criticisms seriously? Did he try to explain how the privacy of Canadian’s would not be abused should his bill become law?

No.

What he said was that critics of the bill can “can either stand with us or with the child pornographers.” thestupiditburns

That’s right. According to Mr. Toews,  if you question what the government is doing you are in league with criminal deviants who hunt children.

Clearly, a rational response.

We’ve heard this sort of pygmy minded nonsense from the feds before. Defense Minister Peter MacKay used to use this line with those who disagreed with the government’s plan to buy new fighter jets. If you debated the issue, he’d say, you hurt the morale of our troops and that would get them killed, so just shut the hell up would you?

The internet bill rationale being kicked around gets even more ridiculous, with some saying that, well, if you are not guilty of anything you don’t need to worry about it, do you? Even the writers of a science fiction TV show knew this kind of police state drivel was nonsense. I mean, seriously, how much trouble are we in when Captain Picard makes more sense than our elected officials?

So I am going to say this as plainly as I can before my head explodes out of frustration thinking about this:

Dear Conservative politicians: Canadians who disagree with you are not automatically siding with terrorists and criminals. It is possible to have a policy disagreement with you without being some kind of super-villain. When you suggest the only option is to agree with you or destroy the country, you make us want to lock you all in a room where you have to sit beside someone who is knitting something that isn’t there whilst endless singing the Coconut song. (Just saying that already put the song in your head, didn’t it? So don’t push us.)

If that isn’t clear enough let me try it in words of less than two syllables: Stop it!

So, Mr. Toews and gang, take a break, buy some Star Trek DVDs and maybe you’ll learn something.

Abortion, faith by stealth and politics.

- February 13th, 2012

Life is complex.

It may seem a trifle unfair, but life doesn’t guarantee us happy endings.
 Sometimes we are left with a choice between two equally difficult options, neither one without its share of heartache. Sometimes the only way to know if we made the right choice is to let a decision play out and see what comes. The best we can do, I suppose, is to face those choices honestly.

Yah, yah, I know, look at me being all emo and deep. Must have been something I ate.
 However, it does bring me to something bouncing around the news wires the past week – namely the failure of Kitchener Centre MP Stephen Woodworth to reopen the abortion debate in Canada.

There is an element, a small one perhaps, of the governing Conservative Party that wants to establish a Canadian version of the religious right found south of the border. These are the folks who decide most everything through the lens of a 2,000-year-old book, and seek to create a quasi-theocratic state where the law of the land isn’t secular, but Biblical.

While the U.S. has to deal with theocrats attempting to teach creationism in science classes and attacks upon the rights of homosexual citizens,  the Great White North has been able to avoid a lot of that.

(Interestingly, the Liberals are now contending with this as well.  The ailing party is worried pro lifers are going to effectively hijack a Toronto riding by-election.)

After Stephen Harper won his first majority last election, there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth among some in the chattering classes who assumed Harper would usher in Canada Michelle Bachmann and Sarah Palin would approve of.

What they failed to understand is that whatever else Harper is, he’s ultimately a pragmatist who knows if he even put one foot down that road, the federal Tories would end up back in the wilderness he only recently led them out of. (Look at what happened to the Ontario PC’s when they tried to run on a platform of funding faith based schools a few years back.) That’s why he won’t reopen the abortion debate. He has everything to lose and nothing to gain.

His less astute peers, however, are unable to handle this kind of calculation.
Which brings us back to Woodworth. He’s got a motion to form a committee to examine the legal definition of a human being, specifically when is a person a person? The definition Canada uses is simple enough — at birth.

But it’s also apparently a few centuries old and Woodworth thinks it’s in need of updating.
 If it changed, Canada’s abortion laws could also change. 
Of course, Woodworth’s motion doesn’t actually mention abortion. Instead of facing the question honestly, he is attempting to sneak abortion onto the floor of the House of Commons, but has all the subtly of Inspector Clouseau in china shop. Themistocles he ain’t.

I’ve never been able to reach a completely comfortable conclusion to the abortion question. It is difficult dispute the late Christopher Hitchens when he said the unborn ought to be considered candidate members of the species. On the other hand, so far as I am concerned the only person who should have any say over a woman’s body is the woman herself. QED.

These are, I admit, contradictory ideas. That being the case, I lean on the firmer of the two — a woman’s right to choose — to decide the matter.

Some might says it’s a lousy trade off. Maybe so. But I’ve yet to hear and argument sufficiently potent to change my mind.

Woodworth does not bother with this sort of reasoning. He tries to cloak his intentions using a poor man’s version of “the end’s justify the means.”
 It’s not a lie exactly, but it sure isn’t the truth.

Being a backbencher, his motion for a special committee has a snowball’s chance in Hades of becoming much of anything. But his method – the attempt to slip an agenda through the Commons by dressing it up as something else — is something worth watching as it does little to help nation grapple with those issues for which there are never comfortable answers.

I get feedback: the gay conspiracy agenda edition

- January 30th, 2012

Greetings heathens, zealots, web denizens, and the rest of you!

So it seems my last column has touched more than  few nerves, given by the piles of emails that hit my inbox over the weekend. No surprise really, given that I was poking Ontario Catholic educators in the eye for their “alternative” to gay-straight alliances in their schools in recent guidelines that create “respecting differences” groups for students that do none of the things gay-straight alliances do.

Essentially, I have hard time accepting all the talk of respect and dignity in recent Catholic school guidelines that turn to the Catholic Catechism as it’s foundational document — a catechism which regards homosexuality as being fundamentally depraved. This cannot, I wrote in the Grant Rant, either respect and help gay students, nor will it do much to prevent bullying.

Well, I suppose it was inevitable that someone would try to defend these guidelines. And it was equally inevitable that gay bashing would be part of it. To whit, I offer this bit of feed back to the column for a reader who goes by the handle “thatsallfolks”:

Typical left-wing, religion-bashing distortion. LaFleche is trying to restate Catholic beliefs by accusing Catholics of labeling homosexuals depraved when their teaching clearly reveals that it is “homosexual acts” which are “distorted” and “depraved”. There is a BIG difference between the sin and the sinner. Christianity commands us to love the latter and hate the former.

Wonder when Mr. Grant will do a piece on the inappropriate homosexual indoctrination which is occurring in the youngest grades of our PUBLIC school system via a cloaked anti-bullying curriculum? Can’t we just have generic “bullying” education REGARDLESS of race, sex, and gender? Funny I can’t recall anyone reaching out to the obese, the less than beautiful, or the “four eyes” population like myself?

Oh where to begin?

First, he is technically correct when he says the Catechism describes homosexual “acts” as fundamentally depraved and disordered. And this becomes the first line of defense for this kind of discrimination. You know, the whole “love the sinner, hate the sin” stuff.

First, it’s a fairly absurd precept to being with. It’s a bit like saying “oh well love Darth Vader, but hate Death Star.” I mean, what?

More important for our discussion here, however, is to point out that people are what they do. To say that is fine and dandy to be gay so long as you never have an actual relationship with another gay person is like saying “oh it’s ok for that animal to be a bird, so long as it doesn’t fly.”

Ultimately, it’s just a cover. A po’ duck game of semantics that is used to try and defend a point of view that is fundamentally unfair, unrealistic, outdated and discriminatory. Attempting to the draw the line between gay people and gay sex is a meaningless distinction.

But Mr. Thatsallfolks and a few others readers — not many, mind you, but enough to get my attention — go a step further than this Through the Looking Glass rationalization. I am referring of course to talk of the evil gay agenda bent on turning school children to a legion of homosexuals who will, from what I can gather, destroy the world. Or at least join the cast of Glee or something. Well, you tell me! It’s like these bozos think that gay people gather together in secret meetings and plot the take over the world, one child at a time, until there isn’t a straight person left. It’s never made even a little bit of sense.

The talk of “homosexual indoctrination” and the “gay agenda” is exactly the consequence of the kind of policy the Catholic Church is trying to enact in Ontario’s (public funded) Catholic schools. Once you point to a segment of the population and say “oh THOSE people are screwed up” which is what the church does, it becomes easy to define them as a “them” against you “us.” And of course “them” are always bad, always up to do something to undermine the “us”. I mean, if you listen to all the talk of the gay agenda and replace “gay” with “Jewish” you have something that resembles the paranoid rhetoric from Germany circa 1939.

So I will say it once: there is gay agenda bent on destroying school children in the same way there is Bigfoot, the Lochness Monster, UFOs, a good James Bond movie before the Daniel Craig version and sugar coated happy endings for all us. IT DOESN’T EXIST!

(On the other hand, there is an identifiable Catholic “agenda”. The entire outfit exists to spread the faith by converting, well, everyone. There aren’t gay churches designed to turn straight people gay, are there? So…just sayin’.)

The bottom line here is that that is being established in Ontario’s Catholic schools with public tax dollars is institutionalized discrimination, and that is something that needs to be very carefully looked at.

The Burning Stupid: Mock the Pope edition.

- January 10th, 2012

Greetings heathens, zealots, web denizens, and the rest of you!

I know I haven’t been been blogging much lately. There was the pre-holiday crazy, the during-the-holiday madness, the post-holiday blues, the post-post-holiday blues hangover,  and House MD marathon.

So I sat down this morning and figured it was time to return to the blog. What, but oh what, could I write about?

Turns out I didn’t have to look that far. After about three second of looking through Google news, I hit upon this fun story about the Pope claiming the future of humanity was in danger. What, you may ask, could threaten us as a species? Mecha Godzilla? The cast of Glee taking over the world? Zombie-robot apocalypse?

All good ideas, dear reader, but no. The thing that threatens our very existence on the planet is….dun dun duuun! GAY MARRIAGE.

Seriously. Pope Benedict is claiming that gay marriage is a threat to the species:

The pope made some of his strongest comments against gay marriage in a new year address to the diplomatic corps accredited to the Vatican in which he touched on some economic and social issues facing the world today.
He told diplomats from nearly 180 countries that the education of children needed proper “settings” and that “pride of place goes to the family, based on the marriage of a man and a woman.”
“This is not a simple social convention, but rather the fundamental cell of every society. Consequently, policies which undermine the family threaten human dignity and the future of humanity itself,” he said.

Let that little bit of burning stupid bounce around in you skull a bit. If it makes any sense to you at all, let me know.

I mean, there are things that could potentially threaten the future of humanity, like say the planet getting hit with a giant asteroid. Or the proliferation of nuclear weapons. Or our continued and careless misuse of our natural resources. Or the scarcity of clean water. Or growing global economic inequity. Theocratic governments with powerful weapons. Evolved bacteria resistant to our medications.

But the Cardinal of Rome has precious little to say about any of that. No, no, no. The real problem is two men, or two women, living together and getting the same tax breaks as a straight couple. Ooooh scary.thestupiditburns

When, by Odin, will this anti-gay marriage claptrap end. WHEN? Cause I have to tell you Popey, and the rest of the bigoted “gay marriage is s threat to everything” crowd, you don’t have an argument. You don’t even have something that smells vaguely like an argument. Calling this line of reasoning an argument is like looking at a gold brick and saying that it’s Saturn.

I have yet to hear an argument against gay marriage that made any sort of sense whatsoever. “My holy book says so,” isn’t an argument. If you are not gay, and don’t want to marry a gay person, you don’t have to! But to claim that civilization, nay, humanity itself, is threatened because of gay marriage is akin to Walter Ostanek opening for AC/DC. It’s INSANE. How does gay marriage threaten the future of humanity? Well, according to the Pope, it just does. QED.

Ugh. I need a bottle of aspirin here.

Yes, I know, you are going to claim, Mr. Pope, that you are just following what’s in the Bible, and if it is in the Bible, it totally cannot be bigoted right? I mean, it makes no sense that bronze aged texts written by people who whose sum total knowledge about the universe was nearly zero might contain unethical and immoral pronouncements about people who didn’t fit their social norms, right? Human moral and ethical reasoning could not have possibly grown and evolved over the last 2,000 years of civilization. That is just crazy talk, isn’t it?

Look, hiding behind ancient texts, and claiming those texts are the infallible word of a god no less, to attempt to strip people of their civil liberties and demonize doesn’t make them less cruel, less out of touch, less useless or less harmful. It’s just feeble reasoning that has no basis in anything other than old hates. That is all Ratzinger is doing. Keeping hateful ancient, narrow minded, memes alive.

(Oh and if anyone tries to say “hate the sin, love the sinner”, I might punch you. Or at least mock you until you weep.)

He doesn’t deserve respect because of his title. Nor because of group of gruesome old celibates voted him to be their leader. Nor because he presumes to tell the world what they should do in their private moments. Nor because he has the gall to try to tell democratically elected governments how best serve their citizens. His status as a “holy man” shouldn’t protect him from criticism.

So long as the Pope and his followers choose to demean and attack people whose only “crime” is choosing to commit to someone they love, he deserves nothing but barbed mockery until he decides to catch up with the rest of us who live in the 21st century.

The radioactive super-stupid: American pizza’s become a vegetable

- November 17th, 2011

Greetings heathens, zealots, web denizens, and the rest of you!

Once, I thought the phrase “The stupid, it burns,” was sufficient to capture a level of idiocy that tends to penetrate society. Politics, religion, Glee…it all seemed to be captured in those four magical words.

Alas, I was wrong.

See, I have now encountered a stupid that more than just burns. This is not ordinary stupid. This stupid is so stupid that “stupid” is a stupid word to use to describe it. It is worse than burning. It’s like direct exposure to nuclear waste that bakes you right away, and then slowly kills you one piece at a time over several years.thestupiditburns

I refer to perhaps the most ridiculous decision ever made in the United States by it’s federal government. It’s ridiculous enough to make the Rick Perrys and the Sarah Palins of the universe seem like Mensa members.

According to the United States federal government, the seat of the democracy in the free world, a pizza is now a vegetable.

Now look, I will accept all manner of silly when it comes to food. For instance, I used to sometimes tell my vegetarian friends that I too was a veghead. To which they said, “Shut up and don’t eat with your mouth full of steak.” To which I said (between bites to be polite)  “Cows eat grass. Grass is a vegetable. I eat the cow. Ergo, I am a vegetarian.” What normally followed the launching of tofu at my head while I ran away cackling like the Joker.

But there does a come point when faced with the radioactive super-stupid, that that it ceases to be funny because it actually kills important brain cells.

So according to Congress, pizza can be sold as a healthy alternative in public schools because – and if you have an asthma inhaler, this is the part where you will want to get it out – is contains tomato sauce. Somehow, the bread, grease, meat, and whatever else is on there doesn’t count. The tomato sauce is what seals the deal.

Ok, so the first thing here is that A TOMATO IS A FRUIT! It’s not even a vegetable! IT’S JUST NOT! You cannot say four plus four equals nine because you like the symmetry of having two letter Ns in  a word.

I mean, how far gone do you have to be? That is like watching a deer get shot by a hunter and claiming the deer committed suicide. Or like saying the Sun goes around the Earth. Or like saying classic Battlestar Galactica is better than the re imagined Battlestar Galatica. Or that the Moebius Silver Surfer is better than than the Kirby Silver Surfer. OR THAT A TOMATO IS A VEGETABLE!

A tomato is a fruit. Like an orange. Or the stuff in the heads of the lawmakers who made this decision.

This doesn’t even touch the idea that a food stuff made up of several food groups gets reduced to the label “vegetable”. That is a tad like looking at the Winter Olympics and saying it’s a curling tournament.

This makes such little sense that I can feel myself getting dumber contemplating it. What’s the rationale? The food group pyramid is triangle shaped and pizza is often cut into the shape of triangles….so….well YOU explain it then!

Sorry, but if I continue down this road much longer, I might give myself a stroke. Uck.

The man who took the hurt: R.I.P “Smokin” Joe Frazier.

- November 8th, 2011

“He was man, take him for all in all. I shall not look upon his like again.” – Hamlet”, Act 1 scene 2.

It’s a strange thing when one of your childhood heroes dies. It’s a reminder, ultimately, of your own mortality, of the shortness and unfairness of life which necessitates us to live in the now, with the people who make our lives a little better. Because sooner or later, it will all be gone.

I am not old enough to have seen Joe Frazier fight, either in person or live on television. By the time I was old enough to put on my first pair of boxing gloves, Frazier had retired and his career was the stuff of legend. I watched his fights as a kid unable to really comprehend what it was I was seeing. But there was something compelling about the man, about the way he carried himself, never quit, and was always forever moving forward. I would not understand until much later the significant lesson in all of that.

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Muhammad Ali, left and, Smokin Joe Frazier. Forever linked.

Frazier died of liver cancer yesterday at the age of 67.  The tributes, many written by reporters who never saw a film of the man box, will talk about his tenure as heavyweight champion when boxing really mattered in American life. They will all talk about how his three fights with Muhammad Ali will forever link the pair together.

A few will mention what is often forgotten – that Ali’s cruel treatment of Frazier murdered their friendship before their first fight, and while Ali rose to the status of an international icon and still reaps the financial rewards of that, Frazier faded to black, broke, living in a hovel above the Philadelphia ghetto gym where he trained young boxers and gave the occasional interview about his glory days.

“Smokin’” Joe, also know to his friends as “Boot”, was Rocky Baloba before Stallone wrote his screenplay. He came up from nothing, worked in a slaughter house and ran the streets of Philadelphia every morning. He didn’t like the hand life dealt him, so he worked hard to change what could be changed.

What mattered to me, though, was not the titles, but how the man carried himself. Frazier understood, perhaps better than anyone else who ever stepped alone into the ring, that sometimes the only way to move forward in life was to take the hurt. Take the pain, live with it, absorb it deep in a place you never talk about, and move forward to do what you need to do. You may not like it, you may wish things were different, you may want to run from it or crawl up into a ball and hide, but you can’t. You take the hurt, fight through it to change what needs changing if you really want a life for yourself. You take it so that, if nothing else, you can still stand up and say “I am.”

He was not blessed with Ali’s physical gifts, or his mouth (Although Frazier could play the guitar and sing fairly well – and I always have to respect the combination of a musician and fighter.) But he made up for it by sheer force of will and effort.

Fraizer’s legacy will always be measures against his fights with Ali, but to me, the man’s fighting spirit matters most. His life was not a fairy-tale, but it was a life worth something.

Remember, remember the 5th of November: Bute vs. Johnson!!

- November 1st, 2011

Greetings heathens, zealots, web denizens, boxing fans and the rest of you!

So I am taking my boxing coverage back on the highway this week for the Lucian Bute vs. Glen Johnson IBF Super middle weight title fight at the Pepsi Coliseum in Quebec City this Saturday.

Quebec-based champion Bute, originally from Romania, faces Johnson, AKA The Road Warrior, who recently lost a hotly contested fight with WBC Super Middle champ Carol Froch. Bute, 31, is largely considered to be a favorite against the 42-year-old veteran who fights with a nimbus of the magic of Light Heavy Weight champ, 47-year-old Bernard Hopkins. Nonetheless, Johnson may well be the toughest opponent yet faced by Bute. It’s also another fight establishing Quebec as a major centre for professional boxing in North America.

I’ll be covering the weigh-in Friday and then be at ringside for the fight itself on Saturday night. As I did for the Hopkins-Pascal light heavy weight championship fight in May in Montreal, I will be tweeting round by round from the undercards to the final round. So stay tuned to my twitter account where I will also post links to stories as they go online this week.

See you ringside.

Ding, dong, the dictator is dead.

- October 20th, 2011

Well, if the reports coming out of Libya today are true and the rather grisly photos are legit, the prize schmuck, base villain and fashion disaster Moammar Gadhafi is dead.

Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy. I know we are not supposed to rejoice in death, cause really that is pretty twisted, but it’s hard to shed a single tear for a guy who made life so miserable for so many for so long. The world is a slightly better place with him gone.

Still, it’s hard to get too excited about it. Libya is, at best, in flux. And we frankly have little idea what a new, Gadhafi free Libya will look like. We can hope, it seems, for wide spread democratic reforms, but the weight of history in the region is against that. It seems to me to be as likely as not that one dictatorship could well just be replaced by another. I dearly I hope I am drastically wrong.

Murder she solved, boxing, monkey butlers and my out of control ego

- October 18th, 2011

Greetings heathens, zealots, web denizens and the rest of you!

Firstly, my apologies for the Grant Rant being, well, less ranty of late. Essentially, I had more on my plate that even I, with my great powers, could cope with easily. I have asked Standard managing editor  for either a clone or a android to pick up some of the slack, but so far all I get is static. Something about “mad experiments” not being the “budget.” Also something about doing my work myself and not have minions. Apparently that is a union issue or something.

Failing that I have asked for a monkey butler. That won’t help with the work load, but it would sure be fun, right? RIGHT?

Anyway, just a couple of items for your interest. First, as some of you know, I appeared on a episode of the History Channel’s Outlaws Bikers episode “Project Gault” (which airs again on Nov. 4!). I will also be appearing on the program Murder the Solved, which is about women in policing solving crimes. The particular case I am appearing about is a 1998 murder of a man in Niagara Falls and will focus quite a bit on former NRP deputy chief Donna Moody and members of the major crime unit including Det. Mark Lightfoot. Should make for a good show. The trailer for the new season of Murder She Solved is up, so check it out.

Also, as a follow up to past posts, the Fight for Murphy charity boxing show boxingwas on Oct. 14 and it was a huge success. There were over a thousand people at the Merritton Community Centre for the event, and we raised around $20,000 to for coach Keith Murphy to get liberation treatment for MS in the United States. (This is a somewhat controversial operation that still lacks rigorous scientific support and studies are ongoing. Nonetheless, many MS patients are jumping at the chance to improve their quality of life, so we will see what happens.) It was a very moving night of community support and I want to thank everyone who came. There were many people who showed up who would not otherwise have come to see boxing, and to them my heart felt thanks.

For those who missed it, you can at least see my fight (because what is a blog without it being the ego unleashed) here:

Walk a Mile in Her Shoes just around the corner

- September 21st, 2011

Greetings heathens, zealots, web denizens and the rest of you!

I know you’re probably expecting some pithy commentary on the election today, but I think my brain is all pithed out. (I don’t know if pithed is a word, but it should be.)heels

I just wanted to post a reminder that the Walk a Mile in Her Shoes event is just around the corner on Saturday, October 1st. at the Pen Centre. The event is the biggest fund raiser of the year for Gillian’s Place, the city’s only shelter for battered women and their kids. Yes, it would be fantastic if there wasn’t a need for a service like Gillian’s Place but the reality of it is that we could not do without it these days. So please, even a small donation helps. Sponsor me or someone else who is doing the walk. And, lets face it, watching walking me walk around like a baby deer has to be worth something!

You can sponsor me here or get more information about Walk a Mile in Her Shoes and other walkers here.