Saturday, August 8, 2009

Weekly Anglo Quebec News Aug 1- Aug 7

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This isn't Kansas anymore, Toto. Tornados are generally not big news unless there's good video or someone is killed, but when one lands in Quebec and causes damage the story goes right to page one. The town of Mont-Laurier, population 14,000 (a two and a half hour drive north of Montreal) got hit with a Catagory 2 tornado last Tuesday afternoon and caused plenty of damage, including forty homes and knocking out power to half the town. MORE
Here's a video of the twister and a look at some of the damage
Adding to the disaster, a helicopter filming the ruins crashed and killed a popular local businessman and a cameraman from a CTV affiliate in Montreal.

Father in hot water after letting his seven year-old son drive down a deserted country road with the family encouraging him on. The incident came to light when the idiot father posted a video of the adventure on YouTube. As you can imagine the authorities are not amused and are considering charges. The Father is under extreme media pressure and has told friends his life is has been hell since the video surfaced.
In contrast, another incident of underage driving has gone virtually unnoticed despite the fact that there was a fatality. I guess YouTube is the difference. A five-year-old boy was crushed to death in Abitibi, Sunday by a farm tractor driven by aseven year old boy, in Quebec's Abitibi region, provincial police say. No charges are contemplated as there is no legal minimum age for operating a tractor on private property. Can you believe that!

Montreal gets a new area code -'579' is the new code entering service in August as the 450 area code is full.

Montreal 19th best city the world to live in according Monocle Magazine from England. The only other Canadian city to make the list was Vancouver (14th). Take that Toront0. Check out the complete list.

Themis Papadopoulos the alleged fraudster in the Triglobal Financial swindle is reported to be living in Greece. You might think that now that his whereabouts are known, prosecutors would seek his extradition in relation to the $86 million that disappeared in a black hole in the Cayman Islands. You'd be wrong, they haven't even filed charges two years after the fraud. Aaargh....

Quebec loses jobs. Of the 44,000 jobs lost in Canada in July, 37,000 of them were lost in Quebec. That'a a pretty dismal statistic. Ontario actually gained 13,000 jobs in the same period. The unemployment rate in Quebec hit 9% with the Canadian rate at 8.5%.

Stanley Cup makes the tour of Quebec, as several Quebec members of the cup winning Pittsburgh Penguins show of their trophy. Think it's lame? Thousand upon thousands turned up in places like Sorel, Brossard, St. Julie, Shawinigan. There was even a Stanley Cup party at trendy resto-bar Buonanotte in Montreal. The prevailing sentiment of fans was that living vicariously throught the Penguins was better than waitng for the Canadiens to win.

Gasoline rises to $1.09 a litre in Montreal on Friday. The average price of a litre of gas in the USA on the same day is 68.4¢. Ouch!

CRIME & PUNISHMENT

(Weekly review of interesting crime stories and court room antics)

Paedophile gets the book thrown at him. Ex Montreal school teacher Richard Doucet collected a whopping 14 year sentence for various creepy crimes that included making arrangement online to meet a young boy. Problem was that the 'boy' was really a undercover cop and Doucet was busted when he went to the meet. How he get such a heavy sentence? Well I forgot to mention that he got caught in Virginia and faces US style justice. Ha Ha!! Because he's a foreigner he'll have to serve almost the whole sentence. Ouch!!!!
When will Canadian criminals learn to stay home and commit their illegal acts here where sentences are decidely agreeable? Mr. Doucet would likely serve less six months for the same crime here.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Montreal Canadiens Puck Bunnies

Urbania is a hip francophone magazine/web site that covers life in Quebec from a decidedly youngish point of view. If you have good French, try it.

Catherine Perreault-Lessard wrote an article a couple of months ago on the women who throw themselves at hockey players known in French by the insulting term 'Plottes a Puck'.

In English they are are called 'Puck Bunnies,' while in my day they were called 'Groupies' and in my father's day, they were called 'Jock Sniffers'
Whatever the term, they are those woman that seek out the company of hockey players solely for the thrill of hooking up.

If you have good French please read the article entitled "PUCK BUNNY" here.

For the rest of you, here are some translated passages of the most interesting parts;

Sunday evening, in Club Opera.
Up against the bar, a young woman sensually licks the ear lobe of a goalie's while slowly running her nails along his leg. Next to them, two girls are kissing full on the mouth in front of a defenceman and invite him to join their tender duet. Finally, in a dark corner, a shameless rookie, caresses the buttocks and breasts of a college student before burying his fingers in her underwear. Welcome into the world of Puck Bunnies........

.....
the hot girls hang around the bars and hotel lobbies, hoping desperately to end the night with Carey Price, Mike Komisarek, or at worst, the least ugly of the two Kostitsyn brothers... ...When I began my research on the topic, my first instinct was to contact Réjean Tremblay, the author of the series 'Lance et Compte'(the TV show about pro hockey players-ed.).... -
-"Puck bunnies", are they real?"
-
-"What do you think? Of course they exist."
-
-"What we saw on 'Lance" and the girls who were waiting for players in hotels, does it happen like that in real life? Is it as intense?"
-"More in reality than in the series. Why do you think the Canadiens organization has offered players to bring their wives along when they play in Florida? Because they lose there all the time. When they play there, 25 girls are waiting for them after each game!" - My God! If you knew all the stories I have seen in my career "...
To support his claim, he tells some salty stories.
-"One day I was doing an interview with a Montreal player in his room in Buffalo, when another player knocks on his door and asks him if he wanted to try sleeping with two girls at the same time. Another time, during a flight, I saw a Canadiens player do two girls, one after the other, in the bathroom. During the playoffs in Long Island, a dozen members Canadian management were guarding the elevators to ensure that girls didn't get into the players rooms, but they managed to sneak in up the fire escapes."
If I wanted to pierce the mystery, I would have to watch the puck bunnies in their natural habitat: the clubs. To achieve this, I needed an ally, an insider who would show me where the Canadiens players go out on their days off. By researching on the Internet (Carey Price girlfriend), I discovered the blogger JT Utah.
In Quebec, JT is the benchmark for gossip about the Canadiens players. He knows everything about the private lives of Carbo's guys, the trip to Cancun, their one-night stand with girls picked up at the 'Globe' (restaurant/bar-ed.), the colour of their babies' diapers, the size of their penis. During our first contact, he revealed that the players held court on Sunday at Club Opera......

28 September 2008

I agree to meet JT Utah,
the blogger at the corner of St. Lawrence and St. Catherine, in the largest bar in Montreal. .... After a quick tour of the place, we head straight to the mezzanine where the Canadiaens players are....
Guillaume Latendresse and his brother Olivier are already at the bar....
The party is well underway..... -
-"You see, there is Francis Bouillon and Maxime Lapierre" JT whispers to me.
-
-"Bouillon, that little dwarf?"

-"Listen, you don't know the players?"
-
-"It's hard, they always have a helmet on"...
-
-"Rule number one, if you want to be a real Puck Bunny, you must be able to identify them. Those who go out are mostly young: Higgins, Kostytsin, Gorges ... Guys like Dandenault, Brisebois and Koivu, are not that sort."


-"Kovalev?"
-
-"At 33 and 2 children, he has other things to do than go grind a bunch of groupies at the Opera."
- "And Guillaume, didn't he just have a baby?"....

On the mezzanine, the twenty-somthing barbies are quietly entering..... They desperately
try to be noticed with great bursts of laughter and false batting of their eyelashes. Next to JT and me, the impressive Mike Pleakanek and Jaroslav Halak order a bucket of Coors Light. Sergei Kostitsyn, Chris Higgins, Carey Price join them, the chicks, too.
Some of them even dare to address a right winger from Saint-Léonard and have a few shooters with him.

-"This is what fame is in Montreal, there aren't really any real big celebrities. Our Hollywood celebrities are Carey Price, who is our Brad Pitt. Mike Komisarek is our Tom Cruise. Georges Laraque is our Lil Wayne!"...


Near us, the players from the Florida Panthers - who played against the Canadiens today - arrive in a VIP bus. Fifteen minutes later, some twenty girls, escorted by the doorman, join them....

At about two o'clock in the morning, I draw attention to young JT, a young college girl grabbing a rookie and taking him on the dance floor. "Check it out!"

The blond places her hand behind the
player's neck and gently scratches the front of his neck with her nails. A true-blue Puck Bunny. A second later, they are Frenching full on the mouth. Two seconds later, he grabs her breast. Three seconds later, they play touch pee-pee in a dark corner. Four seconds later, she asks him to stop. Five seconds later, she's gone.

.... I ask JT Utah:
- "What happened?"
- "It's because it wasn't big enough. Believe me, if was Carey Price, things would have been different! ..."That guy, all he has to do is choose a girl and ask the barmaid to approach her for him. She'll tell the girl, "Carey Price wants to talk to you." That's it. The deal is closed."
-"How do you know that?
-"One of the barmaids who works here told me."....


.....At the bar, a few inches away from us, players are surrounded by a halo of girls. The ratio is 3 to 1 (OK, say "5 to 1 for Carey Price and 1 for 1 for the 4th line guy ). Even the most ugly players, those that I wouldn't touch with a hockey stick, have their own harem...


...It is almost three o'clock in the morning. The players are drunk and are about to choose which girl they're going to bring them home. To help them make their mind, the Puck Bunnies are making indecent proposals, whispering in the hollow of the players' ear, offering sensual kisses and massages of the crotch.

... The competition is fierce and all the stops are pulled out in order to make sure that they finish up the evening in the Nun's Island condo of their favorite player.
... I received a call from a friend who had found a Puck Bunny - 'Jenny', who was prepared to tell all.

The following Wednesday, I suggested that she meet me at 'Radio Lounge' in the Dix30 Complex, where I learned from my research that some of the Brossard Habs were accustomed to hanging out.


29 October 2008

Wednesday evening, 11PM. Radio Lounge is full of about 450 who are wearing Parasuco
shirts, but no Canadiens player in sight. I sit on a bench with Jenny, a pretty blond in her twenties who works the clubs.
After a few minutes chatting, she tells me she's been attracted to hockey players since the age of 14.
....

- "It's the equipment! I am not like other Puck Bunnies. I'm not into their cash and I don't like the game. I like their package, regardless of their level."
With our vodka and grape juice, Jenny tells me at length of her relationships with players from the Canucks, the Islanders and Quebec Remparts...who incidentally were all cheating....

- "Why do you stay with them?- "Because it's my fantasy. Just seeing them get up in the morning, puting on their jogging to go to the arena, it makes me crazy. It is purely sexual"

....
The interview draws to a close. It is almost one o'clock in the morning and still no trace of CH players. Unable to stay at Dix30 for a second longer I get Jenny to leave. On our way back, crossing the Champlain bridge, I want to talk "tactics."
- "What's your trick for success?
- "First, you need to have an air of a confident slut. Guys are very open to flirting and they love to be approached by beautiful girls. Secondly, you shouldn't look like a groupie. Guys hate girls who just
talk their stats.
-"It's not more complicated, than that?
"
- "No, it's easy enough. Hockey players, all they want to do is to is score. As they often say: "A hole is a hole.""Child's play."

The next morning, when I arrived at the office, I talked about Jenny to some of the girls on the job.

- "Why don't you try to do one?" challenges one of my colleagues.
- "What?
- "A Canadiens player."

- "
It seems to me that it would be the best way to understand what they are, right? "
- "You're quite right."

....
Sunday evening.
This time I wear fuck-me-leather boots, a nice pearl necklace and a black dress cut low, just over my
lace bra. Walking makes me feel so sexy that I hear "You Can Leave Your Hat On" by Joe Cocker with each of my steps.

- "You're going to Club Opera?" asks the taxi driver who picked me up on Saint-Urbain.
- "Yes. How do you know that?- "Hey ... you're all chrome. "

I meet with JT on the inside. Unfortunately, on the mezzanine - the usual haunt - there's no trace of the Habs. Patiently, hoping they come, I ordered a round of tequila shooters, the only thing that can give me the courage to play the part of a Puck Bunny....


...After an hour, I
finally see a defenceman climb the stairs to the mezzanine. There's hope.
- "Shit, there is a girl with him. Do you think it's his girlfriend? "
- "You mean one of the blonds," says JT.

...
Right in front of us, a big blond kisses the girl first and then turns around to embrace the second. Once done, the two partners French sensuously in front of the player before inviting him to join them. In the end, their three mouths become one. I'm astounded.
- "I can't believe that they dare to do this in front of everyone. Three quarters of the bar must have camera-phones."
- "Yeah, you are right. But imagine how proud these girls will be tomorrow morning when they write it up on Facebook that they Frenched M.....

...
I interrupt him to point out Carey Price at the bar. I know because I spent three hours last night studying the player profiles on the Canadiens web site....
"Go talk to him, he's right there." says JT Utah.

The problem is that the goalkeeper is surrounded by three girls with fake breasts and waists the size of my wrist(read: dancers). Second problem is that they are wrapped around him like lioness's protecting their children. I don't think they will let me approach him...
-"If Tom Kostopoulos was here, I think it would be easier."

I approach the bar and try all means to establish eye contact with Carey. I bat my eyelashes, I make hearts with my lips and I smile to myself with frowned eyebrows, to look mysterious.
Carey remained cool.
Determined, I stick my two arms against each of my breasts and I push in to enhance my cleavage... No reaction. Nothing, nyet, nada.
The only one who seems intrigued by my little carousel is a neighbor on the left: a young man...who looks like 'Turtle' from 'Entourage.'

I smile. He smiles at me.

- "Who is it? Do you think he is the best friend?"
- "No, he's the assistant to the equipment manager of the Canadian."
...It is almost two o'clock in the morning. In front of me, I have the choice between a defenceman who doesn't have enough language to make a pass, a sex-symbol goalie wrapped in dancers and 'Turtle'. If I were a real puck bunny, I'd probably take the second choice. Carey Price, single, rich and incredibly beautiful. But I am not a real Puck Bunny. Anyway, I'm out of my class and can't beat someone with 36-24-36 figure. I'm missing the 24... and the 36.

Except that and despite everything, I'm not desperate enough to do Turtle.
A little respect.

I throw a glance towards the defenceman who is now Frenching two girls, I take a breath and look back to JT:
"Do you know what bars I can find some ordinary guys?"

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Quebec Language Wars- Vol. 3

For those French language militants who hold that the French language is on the decline in Montreal, here's further proof that English is taking over;

FIVE BILINGUAL WEEKLIES GO FRENCH-ONLY

Five bilingual weekly newspapers in the Montreal area are now publishing in French only.

The publisher, Transcontinental Media, says articles in both French and English were taking up too much space in print, but is providing English translations on their websites.

Le Messager in Verdun, Le Messager in Lachine-Dorval, Le Messager in LaSalle, Le Magazine in Nuns' Island and Le Magazine Sud-ouest are the five weekly papers affected by the change.

read the rest of the article CTV news link



Here's an interesting letter/article that appeared in vigle.net entitled;


BLACKBURN OFFERS RELIEF TO THE ANGLOPHONES
(Blackburn soulage les anglophones)
"We have recently learned that tax relief will be available to victims Earl Jones.

Indeed, Federal Minister of Revenue, the Québécois and Canadian Jean-Pierre Blackburn, is ready to propose tax breaks for investors who were cheated by Earl Jones.

He explained that the law allows the Department to waive penalties and interest that apply to taxpayers unable to meet their obligations because of extraordinary circumstances.

The Minister calls for taxpayers affected by the alleged fraud of Earl Jones to contact the Canada Revenue Agency to find a solution.

Tax officials will analyze each on a case-by-case basis.

Did you hear Minister Blackburn offer such tax relief to victims of Vincent Lacroix of Norbourg? If so, please give me the reference.

If not, could the intervention by the Minister, in the case of the victims Earl Jones, be explained by the fact that many of the cheated investors were English, like the anglo woman who
lost more than seven million and appeared on Radio-Canada's 'Télé-journal' and who spoke French very well indeed.

As a fiscal principle that "what is good for goose is good for gander", cheated
Norbourg investors would be pleased to learn that the Federal Minister of Revenue is also thinking of them, even if they were overwhelmingly Francophone. After all, they also have the right to vote and are Canadian citizens. They may even hold a Canadian passport. They'll vote in the next federal election as will their many friends who sympathize with their misfortunes."

Robert Barberis-Gervais and Marcelle Viger, Longueuil, August 1, 2009



In discussing the possible partition of Quebec in the case of independence. Normand Rousseau in an article in an article in vigel.net writes;

"It's very simple. Quebec's territory represents 16% of the territory of Canada and its population is 24%. So an independent Quebec would be disproportionately small. There is no question of reducing it further, on the contrary Quebec would be entitled to claim Labrador, Acadia, and even the French part of Ontario."


Daniel Sénéchal in an
in an article entitled Fête nationale et nation civique in vigel.net writes;

"We shouldn't dream, the hyper privileged minority of anglos from Quebec and their assimilated allies have always treated it as an evil and contemptuous duty to stand outside and apart all that is Quebec. Their rallying point-all that is English. Ms. David and others may not even know that Anglos and their ilk are first and foremost Americanized-Canadians, primarily hostile to our symbols, our language and in a broader sense, to our identity."

Luc Archambault in the Tribune libre de Vigile writes

"June 24th is the national holiday of the people of Quebec, a celebration of a sovereign people. July 1 is the celebration of an illegitimate state. It is not one of a nation, because there is more than one nation in this state. It is well and good, a partisan holiday of an abusive state that imposes usurped authority without the acceptance of the sovereign people of Quebec, who alone are capable, on its own territory to validate a legitimate state emanating from itself. This isn't the case in Canada."


Finally, an opinion piece in the newspaper LE DEVOIR. You can read the original in French here

Food Chainstore or Chainstore of voluntery enslavement
(Chaîne alimentaire ou chaîne de l'asservissement volontaire ?)
An Open Letter to Quebec Metro Stores:

Metro is now the only Quebec-owned supermarket and so I tend to give it priority in my food shopping. Alas, I have strong reservations about the direction of your business, which explains why I have abandoned METRO in recent years (more than five years). Two basic reasons, which ultimately join together as in a funnel, are at issue here.

First reason: the music in your supermarket is unbearable. Your propensity to abuse your customers with the songs of the Anglo-American industry is an aberration which goes against, in my view, all the "intelligence" that we could legitimately expect from a company of your caliber and size and I would add: your nationality. We have in our language, in Quebec, a treasure: French songs (from here or elsewhere) of high quality. But you treat your guests as if they were U.S. nationals (or Canadian) or ... 13 years old. Providing such a atmosphere, invites customers to turn on their heels and leave.

Second reason: the lack of respect you have, for the French language
in general, which is largely trivialized, when not altogether treated subservient to the English language.

This is the case with your weekly bilingual advertising flyer. In Quebec, where the official language is French, English is spoken by less than 8% of the population while 82% are francophone. The remaining 10% are Allophones and are obliged under the Charter of the French language, to opt for French (at school, etc.).. METRO behaves as if Quebec was half-English and half-French. This is a social and political
choice that is indefensible, especially for a Quebec company. The phenomenon is even more contemptuous in that this "great bilingual country called Canada (outside Quebec), the same advertising remain stubbornly monolingually English.

Your behavior, which I
bluntly call "colonized" affects numerous areas including your choice of music, which I talked about before, or your house brands that give priority to English. It's an insult, "Selection," "Irresistible," "Merit/Merite ... that we note in passing, the absence of French language diacritical marks, which adds insult to injury,

How about the visual placement of English in the upper and/or left side) of the description of a product (ingredients, instructions, etc..), while the French is usually (though not always) relegated to second place.

And that's not counting the staff who very frequently have the English side of the product rather than the French side
facing customers on the shelves, as if this was an innocuous gesture, perfectly irrelevant or insignificant.

Even your name (!) - Hello, Quebecor! - denies your Quebeckness, as you make sure not to include the French accent on the 'E' in METRO. Do you say "Meeeutro" or "Metro" ... ?

In short, even if your competitors don't behave much better than you - Provigo is arrogant with the systematic
bilingualism of all its floorspace, including the displays - I have long attempted, in spite of everything, to remain faithful to "Metro".
But I ended up getting tired of your ways, which have never changed over the years, quite the contrary. This explains my propensity for many years, to pay a little more (but not necessarily all the time), to encourage small shopkeepers (butchers, fine delicatessens, etc..) who stand for both intelligence, self-esteem and elegance to serve us in French, including, where appropriate, with regard to the music. And sometimes, yes, they offer the simple yet so rare silence, we forget too easily it's delicious properties, even soothing, to the incessant cacophony of urban life.

In the end, I can understand (at least theoretically) why
here in Quebec, a Canadian or U.S. company tries to ram the English language down our throat. In this case, I tell myself that it is up to us, citizens and consumers, because of the failure of our government to act, to adopt the appropriate behavior and no longer set foot in these stores and shop elsewhere. But I lose it completely when it comes to Quebec companies who act the same, Jean Coutu pharmacies and/or Brunet Van Houtte coffees.

One
(friendly) suggestion, do as you want in Canada, but in Quebec, bilingualism (if not your English supremacy) is absolutely unacceptable.

Be dignified and courageous, people of METRO. And in the future, I believe, you can act as an enlightened corporate citizen. I might add that this may act as an example in the Quebec of tomorrow. It will have a "training effect".

Clearly, all we want is to reverse the policy of putting 8% and 82% (or 92%) of a population on the same level, a commercially wise and intelligent decision... And I 'm not even talking about the extremely fragility of the French language, which, if it is still a majority in Quebec, remains heavily minority in Canada, the Americas and ... on the planet.

In short, the citizen-consumer that I am, asked of METRO one thing only: to stop immediately to play the role of a Trojan horse in our own country. As a result, all the other Provigos and Second Cups in the country of Gilles Vigneault will be required to do so too. And dignity will prevail. Finally.

Jean-Luc Gouin, Philosopher, defender of the French Language

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Bernie Ecclestone is Bluffing Montreal

It's doubtful that Bernie Ecclestone would ever need to embark on another career, but if he did, he should consider taking a seat at the World Series of Poker. Mr. Ecclestone has demonstrated that he is the world's greatest bluffer and has played for stakes that the most successful poker players in the world could only dream about.

A couple of years ago, the boss of Formula 1 racing persuaded an international conglomerate to buy out the majority of his business interest in Formula 1 racing for billions, when clearly the future indicated that the sport was tracking downward.

In a brawl with team owners this year, Bernie prevailed again, despite the fact that the teams were holding a royal flush and he was playing a busted straight. The dispute centered on the proposed imposition of a spending cap, which the richest and most successful teams rejected. They threatened to bolt and start their own racing circuit. Without the teams, Bernie and Formula 1 would be left holding an empty bag and it seemed, for a while at least, that the teams would opt for other arrangements.

It was not to be. Bernie, in a masterful example of bravado, faced down the threat with a compromise that left him firmly in control.

Yesterday he announced that Montreal would again be added to the racing schedule next year,

Trouble is, that it's news to Montreal Mayor Tremblay and his negotiating team.
Today they are scratching their collective head, trying to figure out what the heck is going on. According to them, no deal has been struck, even though they remain hopeful.

It's but another masterful negotiating ploy by Bernie, one meant to wring out more concessions from the City, as negotiations go down the final stretch.

Once Bernie announced that a deal was done (when in fact it wasn't) any failure would be conceived by the public as a failure of the part of the city, an outcome that Bernie understands would be politically unacceptable.

If Montreal is smart, they'd back off and demand concessions from Formula 1, instead of the other way around.

The race is coming back to Montreal, not because of anything the city has done or offered, but because pressure in being applied by the racing sponsors and teams.

Ferrari, the most powerful and influential team was furious with the elimination of Montreal as a venue. Sales of their cars in North America represent a big part of their business and the event in Montreal was as huge a celebration of the brand.

It may also be, that the return of racing to Montreal was one of the conditions demanded by the teams in accepting a compromise that left Bernie Ecclestone and his organization in charge.

The mayor and his negotiating team, should understand that it is they that are in the driver's seat. Let's hope that they understand their negotiating strength and call Bernie on his crappy poker hand.

READ'EM AND WEEP, BERNIE!

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Veronique Cloutier-A Chip Off The Old Block?

Seven months ago a controversy erupted in Quebec television circles over the annual New Year's comedy "Bye-Bye" show which aired Radio Canada, the French version of CBC television. The satirical revue is often hard-hitting and a bit cruel, taking shots at people in the news, regardless of political stripes or affiliations.

This year the network received in excess of 1,300 complaints over two bits that contained material that many believed crossed the line.

The first was a skit about newly elected Barak Obama and offered up the opinion that he'd be easier to assassinate being a 'black' man in a White House. The joke went over like a lead balloon.

The second controversy which was more serious, concerned a skit that poked fun at Nathalie Simard's decision to move out of Quebec in the wake of several controversies surrounding her. I wrote about the incident back in February and included a copy of the offending skit. Luckily I included an integral version and not just the link, as the network sanitized sites like Youtube from carrying it.

Nathalie has been a Quebec media personality since childhood, when she performed with her singer brother René. The kids grew up to adulthood on television and while not outstanding artists, were household names.

Guy Cloutier
was their manager. He guided their careers as well as those of other Quebec artists. He became one of Quebec's most successful manager and producer, winning all sorts of awards along the way.

Then a bombshell.

It was revealed that Mr. Cloutier was a paedophile and that he was abusing Nathalie from a tender age. He was arrested and sent to jail.

Here's a longish translation of an article written by Rodolphe Morissette in 2004, writing in the Journal de Montréal about Cloutier's abuse of Nathalie Simard. It's pretty graphic, so be warned. You can read the original here.

"In the summer of 1980, Guy Cloutier was driving his car on the south shore of Montreal, accompanied by a young 11 year-old prepubescent passenger. Taking advantage of a talk show that was discussing sex on the radio, he asked the girl if she had previously seen a penis. He showed her his own and invited her to touch. - "Sure. - Pass me the Kleenex, "he said, after having ejaculated.

Thus began a very sad story, that led
the impresario, two decades later, to waive his preliminary hearing and plead guilty yesterday, to the surprise charges of repeated sexual assaults on two young victims.

In
March, he began to feel the pressure in relation to one of his victims, and he was haunted by the dream wherein two police officers would come to arrest him. Guy Cloutier had confided that if this were ever to happen, there would be no trial and he would not "fight in court."

Yesterday, he lived up to his word. He plead guilty to a variety of sexual assaults, some of which started when the victim was under 14 and lasted for a period of seven years (1980-1987).

He also admitted that he offered $300,000 to the young woman towards the middle of last March to buy her silence. He was also convicted of sexually assaulting a second teen for six years, when the victim was between 12 to 17 years old.

The most serious of the offenses carried a maximum sentence of ten years in penitentiary.

The Crown, represented by Josée Grandchamp, and the defense by Sophie Bourque, presented an "agreed statement of facts" relevant factors drawn from evidence gathered by police.

It all started in Cloutier's car when the victim was 11 years old.

The illegal touching of the girl increased: the breasts, the genitals.

It took place everywhere: in hotels, in the car, at his offices in Montreal and throughout Quebec. When she took a shower he masturbated in front of her.

Then they began to have
complete sex.

Ten years after the fact, she recalled a certain night in particular, the eight penetrations that occurred on the eve of her 13th birthday.

The frequency of touching, and then intercourse increased to several times a week.

This lasted until she reached age 18, when apparently she no longer interested Cloutier.

Years later she offered a bitter reproach.

She "was ashamed, felt like old dirty laundry being abandoned." She felt she was "an object, a thing."

In 2001, she had the idea to seek his help in getting a job. Cloutier brought her home and
immediately masturbated in front of her.

In late 2002, she confided her story to a confidant and the next day, the latter approached Cloutier and passed on the message that he'd have to "pay big time" for his actions.

"Don't send me to jail," begged the accused.

The victim went on to therapy with a psychologist, where she again revealed her secret, in an attempt to get her life in order.

Cloutier,
by this time, had already started giving her money.

Beginning in 1994, he regularly paid her between $350 and $500 per week, in addition to paying her rent and for a car.

When Cloutier felt threatened that she would denounce him to the police, he upped the payments to $2,000 per month, then to $5,000.

He even bought her a home worth $450,000 in 2003. In short, in ten years, he spent about a million dollars on her.

On 21 January, she asked to meet Cloutier in a restaurant.

According to him, she demanded two million dollars (but she denies this).

She threatened to write a book about their sad adventure. He sought to deter her.

The impresario begged;
"You'll earn $150,000, maybe half after taxes," he said. "It would be a bombshell, there's
never been anything like this seen in Quebec. You'll do all the TV shows, then I'll be in prison. Will it make you feel better? I beg you, do not get me arrested!"

Cloutier then offered her $300,000 not to complain.

In February, she chose to file a complaint with the Sûreté du Québec. On March 17th, she lured Cloutier to her home.

Police were hiding in the house, a camera and a portable tape recorder installed, all unbeknownst to Cloutier.

In the taped conversation that she had with Cloutier that day, she retold that all that she lived through with him during the 1980s. He admitted to the facts and expressed his regrets.

Guy Cloutier was arrested and appeared in criminal court March 25.

What played out yesterday in court was a a well-controlled judicial process;
The confession of Guy Cloutier, followed by the sentencing arguments of his counsel, were unusually controlled.

Cloutier was brought to court on March 25, charged with eight counts: assault lasting over five years, gross indecency lasting over several years, repeated rapes, sexual assaults, including one in 2001, sexual assault by means of a "weapon", namely a remote control, then an attempt to obstruct justice.

In April, the accused, through his lawyer, Sophie Bourque, began to negotiate with the Crown, Me Josée Grandchamp, a plea of guilty to reduced charges.

The parties, however, failed to agree on the sentence that they would co-recommend to the judge.

The lawyers have finally agreed to proceed with charges related to two confessions to various forms serious sexual assaults, which covered a period stretching over seven years, and an attempt to buy the silence of the victim.

Finally, a new fifth count, was added yesterday: that of having indecently assaulted a second victim, for six years. The details of that case were not revealed to the public and subject to a closed court session that lasted an hour.

All we know is this: it was masturbation and oral sex that started (it is unclear in what year), while the victim (gender not specified) was 12 years. Details remain secret, according to the section of the Criminal Code aimed to protect the identity of the victim.

On the other hand, the Crown and the defense have agreed to waive the preliminary hearing, record the confession, and then argue about the sentence - all in a day, so not to drag the case out in the media.

The prohibitions to identify either of the victims in the press means that the media will have no right, and in perpetuity, to reveal most of the factual narrative of the charges.

All the pieces of evidence - psychiatric reports, audio and video cassettes (wiretap) of the criminal investigation and victim impact statements have been sealed and are not accessible.

It was a successful operation.

Wow. A sick story indeed, but what does it have to do with a New Year's eve television show?

Let's get back to that controversy.

The two producers of the show faced a storm of controversy which culminated in a news conference where the two attended in order to explain themselves. Visibly perturbed, Louis Morissette insisted that he wasn't a racist and that the accusation was a hard one to swallow. Concerning the skit about Nathalie Simard, the wisdom of lampooning a sex abuse victim was perhaps a mistake, according to the other producer Veronique Cloutier.

What's the rub in all this?

Veronique Cloutier, the producer of the skit, is the daughter of Nathalie Simard's abuser- Guy Cloutier.!!!

Interrogated about the skit, Veronique insisted she did not have an axe to grind with singer, Nathalie Simard. She did allow that spoofing Simard was "an error in judgment on my part."

But if it was an apology, it wasn't much of one and recently her true feelings on the matter finally surfaced.

Last week I caught a TV interview with her on the show 'Montreal vu par.. with Patrice Roy. It was the first interview since the 'Bye, Bye' fiasco and while she remained polite and deferential to her accusers, it was surprisingly clear that she was unrepentant.

She confided that 3,000 people emailed her to show support and that she is often stopped in the street by fans who tell her that they indeed thought the jokes were funny. Ms. Cloutier opined that the whole controversy was overblown and should have ended with her press conference. Enough is enough!

It's obvious that she's inherited some of her father's traits, arrogance, self-pity, self-indulgence with a nasty streak of cruelty.

Any sane person would blanch at the idea of humiliating her father's abuse victim on public television. A normal person would likely wish to call as little attention to the incident as possible. Her defence, that she meant no harm, is so unbelievable that it is obscene.

Faced with criticism, she remains unrepentant, disappointed with her treatment in the press and contemptuous of those who dare to call her out.
Her sense of entitlement and lack of accountability reminds us exactly who's daughter she is.

Is it fair to compare her to her father? Should we visit the sins of the father on the child?

It's her who brought it on. By mocking the victim that her father abused, she becomes fair game.

Mr. Cloutier was largely responsible for the personal and social difficulties that Ms. Simard has suffered her whole life. That Ms. Cloutier added to the harm by lampooning the vicitm in a very public form, makes her an 'abuser' of a different sort, but an abuser just the same. She deserves to be called out on it, even if she wants us all to forget who she is.

By the way, Guy Cloutier served just 20 months for the abuse. Last February he attended a tribute dinner for singer Patrick Zabé in Quebec City, but sat alone at a table at the rear of the room. The public as well as the entertainment industry is not in a forgiving mood.

If Veronique Cloutier still believes that Ms. Simard's erratic behavior is fair game, perhaps we should take her down to visit the cancer ward at the Children's Hospital, or perhaps the Douglas mental facility in Verdun, where she can work on new material for the next Bye, Bye....