Mulroney says he was hit by the “biggest calamity” of his life when the Canadian government alleged his involvement in a kickback scheme around Air Canada’s purchase of the Airbus jets.
“I was completely devastated by these totally false allegations,” Mulroney said, calling it a “near-death experience.”
http://www.thestar.com/News/Canada/article/285276
because it might be you making the false allegations ; well so much for another libel suit Mr Mulroney (Smoochie Smurf) ; it might be you paying this time ; signed rabbi rsac ; I'm sorry Mr Schreiber that i wanted you to leave without the inquiry ; I'm glad now you got to stay ; just wonder who's paying for it now ; again i apologize, i guess ? ; Mr Harper will you be finding another personnel advisor now ? rabbi rsac ;
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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