December 16, 2015

McCallum’s liberal logic: Don't ask refugees about religion -- but their sexual orientation is fair game

Brian LilleyArchive

The Trudeau government in Ottawa continues to say they are seeking to help the most vulnerable people trying to flee Syria's civil war and the horrors of groups like ISIS.

Yet under questioning, neither Immigration Minister John McCallum nor his officials, could say how many of the 946 Syrian refugees Canada has accepted since November 4th are from religious or ethnic minorities.

Why is this important? Because it is these groups, the Christians, the Yazidis, the Alawite Muslims and others that are most at risk of being killed, tortured or sold into slavery - including sexual slavery.

Why can't the government tell us the stats on this very basic question? They claim they don't keep track of this and refuse to say that religious minorities are a priority. They do however say that gay men are a priority.

Listen as I ask John McCallum to explain how he can help the most vulnerable if he doesn't track these stats and how he thinks it is wrong to ask your religion or ethnicity of a refugee, but okay to ask about sexual orientation.


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commented 2015-12-31 01:10:48 -0500
this scumbag is using the gay male card gay males coming are would be terriorist disquised as vunruble gay males.
commented 2015-12-17 11:07:31 -0500
How do you define ‘lying through their teeth’?
See above…
commented 2015-12-17 10:53:16 -0500
Steve McQueen – just so you know there is a disease called rosacea that mimics the effects of alcoholism. Though I don’t believe this is the case with McCallum.
commented 2015-12-17 10:42:05 -0500
I find it funny that McCallum’s nose has a nice tint of purple to it.

Alcoholics often have purple noses – it’s so you can tell them in a crowd.

That crackly voice of McCallum’s also indicates this old fart has heart problems which is awesome.

Hopefully McCallum will die of a heart attack and very soon.
commented 2015-12-17 09:37:10 -0500
this dinosaur needs to find a tar pit…and jump in.
commented 2015-12-17 09:32:01 -0500
This is a sneaky way for McCullum to bring in more young able bodied terrorists. It’s the perfect scam, by making the public think that these poor protected species, are in danger because of their sexual orientation. I’m not buying it!
commented 2015-12-17 08:50:43 -0500
commented 2015-12-17 08:43:04 -0500
RICK PLESNIK it is a good story and it is an example of how we should be HELPING CANADIANS FIRST, THOUSANDS OF CANADIANS NEED HELP, the rest of the world can wait. Liberals only seem to care about photo ops and the newest trendy things , real canadians who need help dont really matter to them. Good story.
commented 2015-12-17 06:45:30 -0500
This drunken dinosaur was well on his way to pasture….. he has no business representing me on issues of immigration. If you can’t answer a simple question, show some backbone and tell it like it is you should go have another drink and spare us the condescending attitude as if my interests do not matter because the “experts” at the UN have their fist up your azz and you just lips just move. Do you do anything without the UN directing you?
commented 2015-12-17 01:32:22 -0500
Brian Lilley is right, we should keep Immigration Minister John McCallum’s feet to the fire.
We want to welcome many thousands of refugees into Canada in just a few weeks. Some are pissed off at the speed of arrivals. Most are thrilled that we can show our true colours in welcoming others.
John MacCallum must continue to act clearly in the welcome of refugees.
commented 2015-12-17 01:21:59 -0500
Interesting how Philpott completely contradicts McCallum who appears to be DRUNK (he always appears DRUNK).

Phillpott said they are asked about religion even “what subset” and yet the apparent drunkard McCallum says that they are not questioned about religion. If our “experts in the field” are asking about religion are they keeping a record of what religion successful applicants are from? So far the first two planeloads of refugees were Christians. I suspect these have been in the pipeline for some time long before the Liberals assumed power. The Liberals won’t prioritize these religious minorities but they cynically exploited them for their photo-op because they know Christians are more photogenic than the typical knuckle-dragging Muslim caveman with his bag-headed wife. Some of the cute little Christian kids arriving in Toronto even had red hair! We could easily identify them because they looked like us – some even called coming to Canada an early CHRISTMAS present!

I am glad to see Brian taking part in these media scrums in Ottawa and asking the tough questions that the other gutless and stupid reporters in Ottawa are afraid to ask. Not even reporters for so-called “conservative” media outlets have the guts to ask the tough questions (in this regard Brians former colleague David Atkin is one of the biggest idiots in the Ottawa press corp.).

If I was Brian I would contact McCallum’s press officer and ask if McCallum has a drinking problem. He could say that many followers of the Rebel Media have noticed something wrong with McCallum. Is he an alcoholic or is there some neurological problem to explain his behavior? If neurological is he fit to be minister of immigration? Could this explain his INSANE refugee program that will bring 50,000 Muslims to Canada – many of whom will be jihadists and MOST of whom do not share our values and in fact HATE us and everything that we hold dear such as Dogs!
commented 2015-12-16 23:15:25 -0500
I heard McCallum was also trying to sell ocean front property in Vanier, ON during this questioning, lol.
commented 2015-12-16 21:42:43 -0500
How the hell did this retarded old drunk McCallum get re-elected.

Hopefully McCallum will die soon from cirrhosis of the liver. This guy is old school librano shit!!!
commented 2015-12-16 20:58:01 -0500
Alzheimers McCallum tilting at windmills again. So here it comes again – can we ever have a Liberal government without the pathetic interest group nepotism and political witch hunts that follow their typical fear mongering. Would it really kill their polling numbers to give a damn about arab Christians and jews who are being murdered for their religious beliefs by ISIL?
commented 2015-12-16 20:53:56 -0500
of course when liberals do other than they say it is not hypocrisy for some reason.
commented 2015-12-16 20:53:10 -0500
McCallum & the Minister of health are contradicting each other. McCallum says they don’t ask what religion they are, but the minister said it twice, religion is taken into consideration. So which one is it? Brian, I wish you would have pressed them further about this. Also, who are these UN experts they keep talking about? It’s quite obvious, this whole schmoo is dictated by the UN. LGBT is getting a higher priority than Christians or yazidis, even though McCallum was trying very hard to defend his take on who’s more vulnerable.
Rick: beautiful story.
commented 2015-12-16 20:34:36 -0500
Just read all the comments. With out a doubt McCallum was Drunk, you do not have to listen to his voice, just look at his eye’s. He is a professional drunk, it is unnatural for him to be sober. His lady friend jumped in on the conversation, because she new he was ready for another snort. He was beginning to forget what he was being asked.

He stated that they choose the Immigrants in a democratic manner. Democracy to a Liberal is like, ‘Two Wolves and a Sheep, debating on what is for lunch’.

I feel sorry for the people who voted Liberal, this time around. They are soon going to suffer the biggest guilt trip they ever had.

The end of Canada, seems near but only if we allow it.
commented 2015-12-16 20:05:53 -0500
McCallum says they don’t ask questions about their religion but then Philpott says that’s one of the requirements of picking the most vulnerable. They can’t even get it straight between the two of them. If they are trusting the UN to pick out the most vulnerable then Christians won’t be on the list and since when do we rely on the UN to decide who gets on the list we let into our country. As far as hospitals, they have already admitted they will not vet someone who has tuberculosis and who know whatever other communicable disease so unless it’s a near death experience I would stay away.
commented 2015-12-16 19:47:58 -0500
I know. I know. Off topic. But too good not to share. Best exemplifies westerners despite all the slurs hurled at us from smug lefties!

this is a true story “The Folded Napkin – A Truck Stop Story”

If this doesn’t light your fire, your wood is wet!

I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His placement counsellor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and wasn’t sure I wanted one. I wasn’t sure how my customers would react to Stevie.

He was short, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and thick-tongued speech of Down’s Syndrome. I wasn’t worried about most of my trucker customers because truckers don’t generally care who buses tables as long as the meatloaf platter is good and the pies are homemade.

The ones who concerned me were the mouthy college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish their silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded ‘truck stop germ’; the pairs of white-shirted business men on expense accounts who think every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with. I knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely watched him for the first few weeks..

I shouldn’t have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my truck regulars had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot.

After that, I really didn’t care what the rest of the customers thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and peppershaker was exactly in its place, not a breadcrumb Or coffee spill was visible when Stevie got done with the table.
Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished. He would hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, scanning the dining room until a table was empty. Then he would scurry to the empty table and carefully bus dishes and glasses onto his cart and meticulously wipe the table up with a practiced flourish of his rag.

If he thought a customer was watching, his brow would pucker with added concentration. He took pride in doing his job exactly right, and you had to love how hard he tried to please each and every person he met.

Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. They lived on their Social Security benefits in public housing two miles from the truck stop. Their social worker, who stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen between the cracks. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home. That’s why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work.

He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome often have heart problems at an early age so this wasn’t unexpected, and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months.

A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine.

Frannie, the head waitress, let out a war hoop and did a little dance in the aisle when she heard the good news.

Bell Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight of this 50-year-old grandmother of four doing a victory shimmy beside his table.

Frannie blushed, smoothed her apron and shot Bell Ringer a withering look.

He grinned. ‘OK, Frannie , what was that all about?’ he asked..

‘We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay.’

‘I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him. What was the surgery about?’

Frannie quickly told Bell Ringer and the other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie’s surgery then sighed: ‘Yeah, I’m glad he is going to be OK,’ she said. ‘But I don’t know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills. From what I hear, they’re barely getting by as it is.’ Bell Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables. Since I hadn’t had time to round up a busboy to replace Stevie and really didn’t want to replace him, the girls were busing their own tables that day until we decided what to do.

After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face.

’What’s up?’ I asked.

‘I didn’t get that table where Bell Ringer and his friends were sitting cleared off after they left, and Pony Pete and Tony Tipper were sitting there when I got back to clean it off,’ she said. ‘This was folded and tucked under a coffee cup.’

She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened it. On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed ‘Something For Stevie’.

‘Pony Pete asked me what that was all about,’ she said, ‘so I told him about Stevie and his Mom and everything, and Pete looked at Tony and Tony looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this.’
She handed me another paper napkin that had ‘Something For Stevie’ scrawled on its outside. Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds. Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her head and said simply: ‘Truckers!!’

That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to work.

His placement worker said he’s been counting the days until the doctor said he could work, and it didn’t matter at all that it was a holiday. He called ten times in the past week, making sure we knew he was coming, fearful that we had forgotten him or that his job was in jeopardy.

I arranged to have his mother bring him to work. I then met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back

Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn’t stop grinning as he pushed through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and busing cart were waiting

‘Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast,’ I said. I took him and his mother by their arms. ‘Work can wait for a minute. To celebrate you coming back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me!’
I led them toward a large corner booth at the rear of the room.

I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of grinning truckers empty and join the procession. We stopped in front of the big table. Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates, all sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded paper napkins ‘First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess,’ I said. I tried to sound stern.

Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the napkins. It had ‘Something for Stevie’ printed on the outside. As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table.

Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it. I turned to his mother. ’There’s more than $10,000 in cash and checks on that table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems.. ‘Happy Thanksgiving.’

Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and shouting, and there were a few tears, as well.

But you know what’s funny?
While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big, big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table….

Best worker I ever hired.

Plant a seed and watch it grow..

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commented 2015-12-16 18:54:40 -0500
These people are so agenda driven that they have no hope of seeing the disconnect from reality their world view holds. From the green energy programs, to the rush to muslimize the west these retards and others like them will bring about the fall of western civilization, and then try to spin it as a great accomplishment.
commented 2015-12-16 18:38:01 -0500
Your so right Deborah stay away from hospitals we are no longer patients we’re clients follow the money
commented 2015-12-16 18:17:18 -0500
No, it’s not “extremely complex” – it’s simple. McCallum ignores the meaning of the “Islamic State”.
commented 2015-12-16 18:11:00 -0500
Fraser McBurney – “As a 67 year old native born Canadian will there be space for me if I get sick and have to go to hospital I BET NOT JUST SELL ME A GOOD NIGHT PILL.”

I’m going to try and stay away from hospitals, because I think we will mysteriously be put down, against our will, if we do show up. We no longer have any rights in Canada, but you can bet that we will pay all the bills for those they are importing, to destroy any normalcy or stability in our democratic society, and to deny us any rights to any public services in Canada. The storm clouds are gathering on the Canadian horizon!
commented 2015-12-16 18:09:39 -0500
Wow. Incompetence on display.
He is the last person who should be guarding the gate.

We are on our own.
commented 2015-12-16 18:01:24 -0500
Screw vulnerability the question should be asked WHAT CAN THEY DO FOR CANADA can they speak English or French do they have skills we need in Canada are they willing to integrate into Canadian society and if they import their mothers fathers sisters aunts uncles cousin they promise to support them and if they can’t give them a gun and let them fight for their freedom. As a 67 year old native born Canadian will there be space for me if I get sick and have to go to hospital I BET NOT JUST SELL ME A GOOD NIGHT PILL
commented 2015-12-16 18:00:03 -0500
100 watt liquor nose McCallum could substitute for Rudolph anytime!
commented 2015-12-16 17:45:11 -0500
I call Bullshit on the answers from both the Liberal kooks to Brian’s question!
commented 2015-12-16 17:35:25 -0500
Guy Fraser said, “McCallum is drunk again.”

I bet he is drunk all the time.
commented 2015-12-16 17:23:22 -0500
Spanky Mc Claumm has to defer to Jane, GREAT QUESTION, Brian, WELL DONE, this are the Questions and NEWS THAT EXPOSES THE INCOMPETANCE OF THIS GOVERNMENT, so far, these were all privately refugees that were under Harper/alexanders time, The have no Clue, and this proves it… pass the vodka and OJ
commented 2015-12-16 17:21:49 -0500
So he has no problem asking our religion and other personal questions on census forms, under the the threat of prosecution with non-compliance.