Dec 13, 2007 11:30 AM Bruce Campion-Smith Richard Brennan Ottawa Bureau
Former prime minister Brian Mulroney acknowledged today that he made “a serious error in judgment” by accepting cash from Karlheinz Schreiber, but insisted that their was nothing illegal about the payments.
“That mistake in judgment was mine alone. I apologize and accept full responsibility for it,” Mulroney said in a dramatic appearance on Parliament Hill this morning.
http://www.thestar.com/News/Canada/article/285276
well Mr Mulroney ; can Canada have its 2 million back you won in a libel suit and since you jumped up and down for this inquiry can you pay for it as well ; I'm not calling you a lie-r Mr Mulroney but i don't believe you either ;
Thursday, December 13, 2007
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me again RSAC with my beeny on ; born 22 april 1955 ; http://www.veropedia.com/a/April_22#Holidays_
liken unto my attendance pins church sunday school
for as i am in my father my father is in me
the devil drew 1 third of the stars of heaven in his tail and threw them 2 earth,revelation12:4
revelation 2:17 i will give him a white stone and a new name which no one knows but him
christmas bell
IN FLANDERS FIELD 1ST WORLD WAR
In Flanders Fields By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army
IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
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