Prole makes a preemptive strike against the ‘free speech’ red herring:
Yes, Rachel Marsden has the right to say pretty much anything she wants, even that she thinks we should torture teh terrerists, even before we know if they’re really terrerists. They’re brown and live in the sand, so they must be. She can even agree with Republican Representative Chris Shays that the sexual torture and abuse of the not-prisoners at Abu Ghraib was not abuse, but a swingin’ sex party. You know, just like Mom and Dad used to go to. She can say those things. As far as I’m concerned, she can utter whatever sick, twisted words or ideas her depraved mind can come up with.
She has no right – no entitlement – to make a living saying those things at the Toronto Sun or anywhere else.
Let’s let the Sun’s advertisers know who is endorsing their friendly neighborhood car dealership. Let’s remind them that it doesn’t look good to be associated with known convicted criminals. Especially ones who damage our national reputation by mocking international law and human rights, and put our troops in danger of reciprocal torture if they are captured. Let’s remind them that by advertising in a publication that not only continues to employ someone like Marsden, but supports her, their business is effectively condoning her screeds and validating her opinions.
Let’s let the market decide.
As consumers in a market-based economy, the way we spend our dollars is, in essence, our seal of approval. We are under no obligation to support business entities willing to underwrite someone who approves of torture. Unlike Ms Marsden, most of us don’t have the luxury–the privilege–of prominent column space in a high circulation daily newspaper to express our opinions; a lot of us feel Marsden has abused her privilege. By making these advertisers aware of our disapproval and encouraging others to do the same, we are using the only avenue we possess as consumers to make ourselves heard.
We are exercising our free speech, utilizing the tools at our disposal.
Don’t loosen that vise grip on their cojones.
Keep blaring your horns and shaking your maracas.
Keep your fingers blazing on your keyboards or keypads.
Or, to use an old Acadien/Cajun expression from my childhood. ‘Lâche pas la patate’. (Ai-yiiiiiii!)