And what did he get for it? Called a thug, vigilante by his peers and denied justice by the ones sworn to serve and protect.
I'm sorry but I call Don Shaxon a hero for what he did to a punk he found cowering in his Burlington basement. Alerted by the family cocker spaniel he found the teen, drunk to the gills, claiming he mistook the house on the quiet street as a party house that he tried to stumble to.
After punching and apprehending the 16-year-old he took for an intruder, Shaxon was accused by some bleeding heart teen advocates as going to far in defending his family and property. To make matters worse the police decided to not charge the kid. The only solace comes in the fact that the police did not charge him for the beating he gave the youth.
I applaud Mr. Shaxon for what he did, he did what every Canadian would have done, even those who said "oh he should have just called the cops". Sure and hope the punk doesn't kill you in the meantime.
The criminal code allows a person to use reasonable force to subdue a person illegally found on their property. The question was whether Mr. Shaxon crossed that line. The answer was obviously no, the kid was not seriously hurt, a bit bruised and a lot sore once he sobered up.
I have one thing to say to his critics, I hope you all feel so comfortable in your gated communities with your blinders on that you will never feel the sense of violation that this man felt and before you call someone a "thug" use your brain. These little scourge of society need to know who's boss and if the justice system allows room for people to act on their own accord then go for it.
Spectator link to the story
Later,
Kenaz
Saturday, December 02, 2006
TTC officers should be ashamed
The grinch hit a young Toronto mother early and hit her hard. I'm not talking about the odd looking, eternally grumpy, green hater of the kind spirit. I'm talking about a blue uniformed constable of the Toronto Transit Company.
As a warrior of Hamilton's bus system and many times patron of the world famous "red rocket" subway system I cringed and shook my head in disbelief when I read this story in today's Toronto Sun while I waited to start my afternoon shift.
Where? Queen's Park subway station.
Who? Little Johnny 4 years old, holds tight to his mummy's hand, Kaeli Goldman, as they wade through the multitudes surging through the gates to the northbound train on Tuesday.
Johnny wants to be a rock star. Or a Blue Jay. He has just torn his eyes away from a busker playing mariachi guitar at the foot of the station's escalator.
Kaeli is 31 and seven months pregnant.
What? Mom flashes their monthly passes like the rest of the sea of commuters munching and slurping their breakfasts on the way to work. Goldman works as a freelance writer.
Very pregnant lady. Five-foot-5. Tidily dressed in sweater and jeans. In tow, a boy, in a hoodie. Immediate concerns to security right? Apparently so.
In a stern voice the two are culled aside from the pack by the TTC special constable and another officer listening to an ear piece, looking like an extra on the set of "24". But this is no movie, but no less a horror.
The problem is, Johnny's transfer, off the College St. streetcar, is just fine. But his mom is using her December pass. Two days early. Oh, oh! defcom 5 alert!
She tries to tell them she got mixed up, the November pass is at home, but she has a receipt for it, and the December pass too is bought and paid for out of a very tight budget.
The constable isn't swayed a bit, with the face of a prison camp guard he insists she hand over the pass. Now people are staring and pointing as if the very pregnant women was a drug mule. To make the situation more uncomfortable little Johnny does his best Duddly Do-Right imitation and reminds mom that she has to do what the police officer tells her.
Great Mom hands over the $100 pass after Mr. Personality threatens to arrest her, in front of her child! The two are then let onto the train to cry and stew all the way up to Bloor St.
If this happened to me, my first thought would to send the president and vice-president of the TTC a copy of the lyrics to the Dixie Chicks "Not Ready to Make Nice" with the part of being mad as hell underlined in red. Then drafting an email referring to the constable as a cold, heartless heathen, bred from the muck that collects in the corner of the subway tracks. Then deleting it, and finding a more educated way to demand action from those who should know better.
Common sense should prevail hear, lets not turn an honest mistake into the unleashing of the hounds of hell. Give her the damn pass back!
Later,
Kenaz
As a warrior of Hamilton's bus system and many times patron of the world famous "red rocket" subway system I cringed and shook my head in disbelief when I read this story in today's Toronto Sun while I waited to start my afternoon shift.
Where? Queen's Park subway station.
Who? Little Johnny 4 years old, holds tight to his mummy's hand, Kaeli Goldman, as they wade through the multitudes surging through the gates to the northbound train on Tuesday.
Johnny wants to be a rock star. Or a Blue Jay. He has just torn his eyes away from a busker playing mariachi guitar at the foot of the station's escalator.
Kaeli is 31 and seven months pregnant.
What? Mom flashes their monthly passes like the rest of the sea of commuters munching and slurping their breakfasts on the way to work. Goldman works as a freelance writer.
Very pregnant lady. Five-foot-5. Tidily dressed in sweater and jeans. In tow, a boy, in a hoodie. Immediate concerns to security right? Apparently so.
In a stern voice the two are culled aside from the pack by the TTC special constable and another officer listening to an ear piece, looking like an extra on the set of "24". But this is no movie, but no less a horror.
The problem is, Johnny's transfer, off the College St. streetcar, is just fine. But his mom is using her December pass. Two days early. Oh, oh! defcom 5 alert!
She tries to tell them she got mixed up, the November pass is at home, but she has a receipt for it, and the December pass too is bought and paid for out of a very tight budget.
The constable isn't swayed a bit, with the face of a prison camp guard he insists she hand over the pass. Now people are staring and pointing as if the very pregnant women was a drug mule. To make the situation more uncomfortable little Johnny does his best Duddly Do-Right imitation and reminds mom that she has to do what the police officer tells her.
Great Mom hands over the $100 pass after Mr. Personality threatens to arrest her, in front of her child! The two are then let onto the train to cry and stew all the way up to Bloor St.
If this happened to me, my first thought would to send the president and vice-president of the TTC a copy of the lyrics to the Dixie Chicks "Not Ready to Make Nice" with the part of being mad as hell underlined in red. Then drafting an email referring to the constable as a cold, heartless heathen, bred from the muck that collects in the corner of the subway tracks. Then deleting it, and finding a more educated way to demand action from those who should know better.
Common sense should prevail hear, lets not turn an honest mistake into the unleashing of the hounds of hell. Give her the damn pass back!
Later,
Kenaz
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