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Posts Tagged ‘Sara Landriault’

When Clearly Unqualified, Uneducated and Unskilled: Cry White Persecution & Call Brian Lilley!

Ok, I’ll be quick & straight forward here, boys n’ girls.  I mean, even conservative readers should be smart enough to get this.  Once more, with feeling. Sara Landriault: not qualified for civil service; must start at the bottom of the ladder like the rest of us mere mortals, be they black, white, aboriginal, woman, man, able bodied, disabled, yellow with purple polka dots.

Now she’s pulling a Steve and doing photo-ops. She’s complaining that media interviews are taking up her time. Here’s a tip, Sara, stop giving interviews to the media , stop crying on Brian Lilley-white’s shoulder and spend more time looking for  a job; just might be crazy enough to work:  stores, fast food and coffee shops ALWAYS looking for people. I know! How’s about being a Nanny? You said you liked kids. Or is that too good for your lilly whiteness??  Who the hell do you think you are that someone clearly uneducated, unskilled and inexperienced should be hired over someone else (no matter what colour they are) who is qualified? You’re a fine one to talk, princess! Go back to school; take a training program. Upgrade your skills & stop your fucking snivelling!!!!!!! There, that was easy.

Once again, with feeling. Wanna know when affirmative action will end? When shrieking conbots and princesses like you stop bitching about it and rednecks like Brian Lilley-white and Redneck Ryan Doyle stop bitching about it in the media!

Hopefully, I won’t have to post about you anymore, unless more stupidity comes out of your camp again. Start by applying at fast food, stores, coffee shop or domestic, or is your whiteness too above those jobs?

Sara Landriault Now Invokes Martin Luther King–Ain’t That Special?

The trolls have been darkening my doorstep (or should I say ‘whitening’?) from my last post on the lilley (pun very much intended!! Eh, Brian?) white princess Sara Landriault are out in full force these days.  All they can see is white persecution. I write a post about starting at the bottom of the ladder, appreciating what we do have, making the best out of bad situations and yes, a summary of a decade long trip to hell and back (something I never wanted to blog about, but felt a need to, but it seems I’m the Liberal bitch for it nonetheless, oh well.  Whoever said rednecks were smart). I’m disappointed that the Klan car brigade refuses to see the real downtroddenness.

Hey fuckheads! Get over yourselves, will ya? This is about a middle class princess who is being less than honest and refuses to chip a  finger nail and do something at the bottom of the ladder like I did; like so many others did.

She has no education, no marketable skills, no work experience for the better part of the last decade. Cleaning toilets at Timmy Horton’s seems only fitting as a start! Ok, being a maid too.  What can I say? Most factory jobs are in India and China these days.

Now, our dearest Sara Landriault has pulled the ultimate in wingnuttery. Get ready for this one, boys n’ girls! She invokes none other than THE Dr. Martin Luther King! I wish I were kidding. Scroll to the end of her post.  Oh, dear!  Oh Princess! Get a grip! Martin Luther King must be rolling over in his grave if he could read your blog.   You are not relegated to drinking from white only water fountains; whites only schools for your kids which are sub standard to other kids. You don’t live in substandard housing conditions.   You & your family were never banished from coffee shops for simply being white. You weren’t segregated by force to live in a white only neighbourhood. Your kids probably could eat in a lunch room safely and take the school bus. You never had to ride the back of the bus simply for being white.  Seriously!!!!

Another thing, dear Sara! I am a civil servant for the Quebec government. Guess what? I’m White!!! Ding! Ding! DinG! No problem there! Yes, they hire from every group, but it isn’t their deciding factor.

Commenter slg over at Scott’s place points out what I forgot, an employer, from public sector or otherwise is never going to tell you you’re refused because of skin colour or disability.  That would be illegal.

Discrimination by employers be it the private sector or public for the most part practice discrimination of some kind; always have; always will. What the hell do you call the selection process? The collection of CVs; the interview selections, etc.?

And most importantly. The private sector still passes over highly qualified blacks, aboriginals, other visible minorities, women and yes, kids, sadly, the disabled.  Particularly the disabled, as many companies are not completely accessible to their needs and heaven help their bottom line if they were to make their infrastructures more accessible to the disabled.

Folks whining as to when employment equity programs or affirmative action will come to an end? When the whining stops; that’s when.  As long as there is whining. As long as there are rednecks using KKK lingo crying white persecution, we are far from not needing such programs.

Sara, get off the duff. Go back to school. Get skills. Take a bottom of the ladder job and save us some grief.

Sara Landriault Strikes Again…Poor Widdle White Girl Won’t Start at The Bottom of the Wadder–And a Story of Going To Hell & Back — A Lesson For Sara And Other Snotty Princesses

Indeed. But, no de Beaux Os, we don’t need Naomi Lakritz. We’ll bitch slap Sara Landriault just fine without her. It lacks the pinoche only Canadian Cynic could lend to it, but you provided a good start and I will provide a great finish. But before I do, I going to tell a personal story about your humble scribe and hopefully you, my dear readers will understand where my hard bitch slapping of Sara Landriault comes from.

I, too, had spent many years off the work force. Roughly the same amount of years as Landriault.  I wish I could say it was simply to take time off to start a family, but it wasn’t. I did something very stupid.  I fell in love with Mario in the mid-nineties.

Mario was a single father and a recovering drug addict who was working hard at staying sober, working and just doing everything to be a good father to his then ten year old daughter.  Life was pretty good. His young daughter and I were starting to have a great relationship.  Then, it all unraveled.  The mother of his daughter decided she was ‘interested’ in their daughter again and fought for custody but did it in a very backhanded manner which I won’t get into. She ended up achieving custody.  It would only be a few months, the road to hell would really begin.

Mario relapsed into drugs. He became physically and psychologically abusive.  He became increasingly paranoid and started having some kind of grip on me. I wanted to leave but he threatened to kill me. A threat I took seriously, so I planned. I hoarded money for my getaway. Hell, I couldn’t even go to work or do anything  anymore.  I had agreed to audition for a play a friend at the time suggested, and he just exploded at the idea.  Yes, at that time, I had entertained an acting career, but as a sideline.  None of this was working, I was afraid to leave him and I was terrified not to leave him. I knew I had to do the latter. I ended up making my escape to a secure woman’s shelter, but not before I got the most severe beating.  I had to call police who weren’t of much help. They arrested him, but I couldn’t get a restraining order as he had as much right to the dwelling we shared, hence, the woman’s shelter.

By the by, I think women’s shelters are grossly underfunded for the work they do. They try to fulfill a tremendous need. I was one of the lucky ones as I didn’t (still don’t) have children to worry about, nor permanent injury. Just PSTD.  What about those who are not so lucky? It is much harder to find safe refuges for women with children. But, Stevie spiteful seems to care more about things like bible translators and fighter pilots.  Dear readers, if you’re looking for a philanthropic project or somewhere to donate money, I highly suggest women’s shelters. And programs to help women like me successfully escape their abusers. Onwards we go!

I left Montreal for Matane in the Lower St-Lawrence, just at the peninsula.  A beautiful place.  Friendly, helpful people! I worked odd jobs, waiting tables, bartending and cleaning when I was physically able to so, which was quite sporadic. I drew social assistance disability when I couldn’t.   I ended up travelling aroud the province of Quebec quite extensively, again sporadically taking odd jobs when I could.  Anybody who tells  you PSTD is child’s play should try it sometime; I don’t recommend it.

I met another gentleman who I thought I was in love with and settled in his home town of Lac Megantic at the beginning of the Chaudiere River, in the Appalachian Mountains right near the Maine border. There, I started to feel stronger, in spite of other complications.  I helped him raise his two young sons (then 3 and 4) when his ex dumped them on us, which was all the time. I joined a community kitchen and learned quite a bit; like how to make nutritious meals for a family on a budget and such.  I wanted to open my own catering service, but that too was not to be.  After a few years, rural life too wore thin. It didn’t help that his mother living next door, made Joan Crawford look like June Cleever. I needed to go back to Montreal. It was my home. I missed the big city.  If I continued to avoid it and not try to do something with my life, Mario would have won.

A great time to move back to Montreal, during a housing crisis. Low vacancy rates; rents jacked up; landlords playing slimey games to take advantage of the situation. I ended up finding a room at the home of this weird family who ran an escort service and housed international language students (no joke, folks!); it was all that was available without a deposit, reference and that was affordable at the time.

I went back to school to learn to be a pre-press technician since I had already been self-taught the basics of graphic arts and I needed to brush up on my computer skills after many years of not having touched one.

Here is where I discovered the pitfalls and challenges of attempting to get back on the work force after all those years. There were not too many jobs available for graphic artists and/or pre-press techs. The field in Montreal was and is still saturated to the point of having created a culture of cheap labour. I wouldn’t have minded taking a crappy salary to build my resume, but couldn’t even find those jobs.

I sucked it up and looked for other jobs. I was tired of employers expressing concerns for someone with that great gap in my CV or asking where I had been all that time.  I basically told them I was raising that gentleman in Lac Megantic’s young boys which was in part true.  Employers don’t want to know about imperfect lives. They want super functional and hell, that was what I was going to present.  Many months after finishing that pre-press tech certificate, I took a job at minimum wage, answering phones at a taxi company. No, it ain’t sexy like some cushy government job. Yes, it’s very high stress, very high turn over, particularly if you dispatch.  It’s shift work at crappy pay with even crappier people, dealing with dumb drivers and even dumber customers and phones buzzing in your earpiece incessantly for an entire 8 hour shift, sometimes more if you had overtime and quite a bit of overtime was available for every shift.  I stuck with it until another taxi company offered me a dispatching position. I think that’s when I started having issues with my blood pressure, but no matter. I stayed in the taxi business until I went deaf in my right ear and burned out. I ended up on CSST and then EI for several months.

I was accepted for an Emploi Quebec training program at College  Ahuntsic in Project management & estimation in the Printing industry.  Completed the program inside a year.

I did work as an estimator for awhile at a large format printing outfit, but I was laid off and unemployed again. Back on EI.

Now, I have a temporary job, replacing someone on sick leave for the past year and a half as an Administrative agent. I look at the internal postings regularly as I seek to have a permanent position as I love where I work.  I love that I am part of a team that helps children at risk get a chance at a happy and productive life and I’m grateful for everyday that I am employed by them.

My point is, I had to go through all those other crappy jobs and training programs taking various courses here and there to continuously upgrade my skills. I still do! My next venture will be taking private advanced written French instruction so I can pass a civil service French test as I wish to have a future in this business I’m in.

I did not dwell on things I couldn’t change but rather, I did my best to make the best out of certain disadvantages and corrected whatever I could correct.

Unlike Sara  “France is part of the Commonwealth” Landriault, not once did I whine about being white or Catholic or Anglophone. Yes, I admit sometimes it’s a challenge not having a Quebecois name when looking for work. Even a job search consultant told me this, but since my last training program was at a French CEGEP, I have found that my last name matters less, like there is more confidence that I can speak, read and write the language to some degree.  I played the game.  I wanted back on the work force. I had a few realistic ideas on how to achieve this. I took advantage of community resources and yes, government programs, programs for which I am grateful. Without them, I probably wouldn’t have fared as well as I have.

As for the PSTD, I still have it. It’ll probably always linger.  But the nightmares are far fewer and in between. I sleep a lot better now. I’ve taken back my life.  I have won, in spite of our kooky  legal system.

I didn’t tell the short version of my youth for kicks or to make myself more likeable. I’m still cranky, anti-social,  and cantankerous, and that’s just the way I like it.  I only told it because, Sara Landriault and other bratty princesses like her just don’t realize how good they have it. The lesson here is there is somebody always worse off and we mustn’t forget about them.

She claims she didn’t get a government job because she’s white. (Boy, Brian Lilley, must be fun showing off white supremacy at your new job, ain’t it?) Are you sure it’s because you simply ain’t qualified? Because you got that big ol’ gap in your CV? Speaking from experience, employers frown on that, especially if it is ostensibly that first foray back into the work force as I’ve mentioned above.  How do we really know Sara is telling the truth here. After all, gaps in the CV ain’t as sexy (certainly not sexy enough to sell newspapers)  for even Sun Media and Brian Lilley or even the Blogging SupposiTories  as so-called ‘white persecution’.  This civil service job may have an employment equity program, but this is the land of Stevieville here. There is no equity and white reigns supreme.  Just thought I’d put that question out there.

Warm up over. On to the bitch slapping now.  And Sara, I bitch slap spoiled princesses like you for sport, as your comrad Rightchik can attest to so be prepared, dear!

Stop your fucking sniveling and start appreciating what you have!  You obviously haven’t a clue as to how many women (and children) are far worse off than you. Yes, toto, there is a life outside Kemptville, Ont.

Stop complaining about your whiteness. Did you ever stop to think that perhaps you would flunk any civil service exam with statements like “France is part of the commonwealth” Who are you? Jethro Bodeen’s twin Jathreen’s missing link??

Anybody who is as galactically as stupid as you are doesn’t deserve a civil service position, not even working under Jason Kenney; I think that requires at least a high school diploma.

And your bloody typical conservative hypocrisy is astounding! (click that link; only Canadian Cynic demonstrated Landriault’s conservative hypocrisy justice)  I thought you conservatives hated government programs and wanted the government shrunk and the civil service scrapped; all the civil servants’ asses canned. Isn’t that what you Blogging SupposiTories preach?? The sanctity of small government?

Waz a matter? Starting at the bottom of the ladder at a crappy night job at a crappy salary is good enough for everybody else, including your’s truly but too good for you? And why is that you little snotty princess??

Do like the rest of us mere mortals do and start at the bottom of the ladder. Hell, be a good Harpercon cheerleader and apply for a job at Timmy Hortons as a cashier; wait! NO! That requires knowledge of basic arithmetic. Apply for the job mopping floors and cleaning toilets. Yeah! That’s about what you’re qualified to do!

Hey, Connies! Proof That One is Never Too Old For Education–Update–2nd Posting

I originally took down this post because I believed there was either a factual or grammatical (spelling error) and believed I was the center of some ridicule over this piece rather than the Blogging Romper Roomie  written about.

I’m putting it back up after consulting with some friends, after  learning what the facts were, and  to point out that a certain Albertan, who blogged about this yesterday.  Unless he found a cache of this post, which I find unlikely or he would have linked to it, he had no idea what he was talking about which is not unusual in his case, but still, some of his readers, such as they are, should have the facts.

If he chooses to blog all about this one, well, what can I say?  With everything that’s happening in the news as of late and so many more interesting bloggers out there, he can’t seem to find anything else to blog about. Oh well.

Indeed a lesson I need to learn myself: I was hasty in taking the post down. Part of blogging your own mind is not only being prepared for dissent and hate mail, but also public ridicule from time to time.  In this instance, I was not being ridiculed by this progressive blogger, but anybody clicking the link from his site to my page might have thought just that when they found “Error 404″.

I want to thank those fellow bloggers who helped me through this little crisis.   Thanks largely in part to them, I am back in business!

Since I’m back in business, I will post the  Saturday Nite Nostalgia Musical edition later today.

Below is the post in question, with the correction of a grammatical error, of course: Happy Sunday All!

Especially when it’s painfully obvious they need it. Once again, in the world according to Sara Landriault in her glass house, France is part of the commonwealth. Yes, Sara and the earth is flat and 6000 years old and dinosaurs cohabited with humans. Atta girl!

After yesterday’s idiotic statements over at BC Blue’s, I have decided that I will point out stupid stupid errors on the part of blogging romper roomies like the one at Sara’s, thus strengthening the case that a mind is indeed a terrible thing to waste at any age.

Yes, there is an anonymous commenter who dutifully  corrects her.

Sidenote: I thought France’s health care system was ranked number 1 in the world.

Question: I wonder how Sara would feel if the family were from, say, Iran or Lebanon or somewhere from the middle-east?

UPDATE: It seems that Sara has removed that part where she believes France to be part of the British Commonwealth. However, the damage does seem to be done.  Yet another commenter, Joe Agnost has a few laughs at her expense.

Watch Sara attempt to recover badly from this one.

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