Iggy and the Idiots.

Subject: Ignatieff's family history - Proof enough that the apple doesn't fall that far from the tree...


Ignatieff; The early years.

Michael Ignatieff's family history

PLEASE forward this to ALL your voting contacts, so they know the truth about Ignatieff!!!!!!!!!!


Why is Iggy trying to revise history? By EZRA LEVANT, QMI AGENCY


The Liberal Party has released new TV ads featuring Michael Ignatieff
talking about his family.

It's heartwarming stuff : Ignatieff describes his dad as an immigrant who
"came off a boat in 1928 without anything" and worked his way "up the ladder one rung at a time."

"Nothing is ever given to you, everything has to be earned."

Ignatieff told CTV his "family lost everything in the Russian revolution.They started over again in Canada. They came here
with nothing."

But according to Ignatieff's own book about his family, The Russian Album,
that's just not true... Ignatieff's family weren't regular Russians. They were
high-ranking ministers in the government of the czar. They're aristocracy,actually -- Michael Ignatieff himself is a count, a
title he will pass on to his son,Theo, and so on.

The Ignatieffs were powerful players in the czar's dictatorship.
When the Russian revolution succeeded, the Ignatieffs fled the country.

But like so many, they were able to squirrel away money. The Ignatieffs fled to London in 1919, where they had £25,000 waiting for them in a
bank. That's worth more than $2 million in today's currency. The Ignatieffs
lived there for nine years before moving to Canada in 1928.

Why is Ignatieff trying to revise his family's history to make them sound
like poor working class shlubs?Why did he say his dad came here with nothing -- when in fact his family were the equivalent of multi-millionaires?

Ignatieff is desperate to come across as a regular Joe. But did he really
think no one would notice the contradiction between the new airbrushed
story, and the one he described in his family autobiography?

Last year Ignatieff went further, telling reporters "you're looking at a guy
whose dad was a political refugee."

A refugee? Really?

Earlier this year, the brother-in-law of the deposed Tunisian dictator
applied for refugee status here in Canada -- and was laughed out of town.

Technically, perhaps, he is a refugee -- he'd face persecution back in
Tunisia. But to call an aristocratic dictator a "refugee" is to stretch the
definition of the term.

Same thing for Ignatieff 's family. Ignatieff's great-grandfather, Nicholas,
was personally responsible for some of the most brutal laws inflicted by the Russian czars.

He drafted Russia's May Laws one history book described as "forbidding Jews to move into the countryside, to acquire land, or to open their shops on Sundays."

"When the Jewish leaders asked why they were not entitled to the same
protection by the police as other Russian subjects, Ignatieff replied they
were not like other Russian subjects ... Jewish shops were smashed and
burned ..... Delegations of Jewish leaders came to see Ignatieff at the
Ministry of the Interior. They told him they were in bondage as under
Pharaoh. 'So when is your Exodus, and where is your Moses,' he is supposed to have said in reply."

That history book was written by Michael Ignatieff. Ignatieff is not
responsible for the anti-Semitism of his greatgrandfather or the tyranny of
czars. He's his own man.

It's just strange he would throwhis family's history down the memory hole to win a few votes. And it's stranger still that, having chosen to use his
family as a campaign theme, he is surprised and outraged his opponents would correct the record.

-- Levant will appear regularly on Sun News Network

ezra.levant@sunmedia.ca
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Here's a great joke - Enjoy!

While walking down the street one day a "Member of Parliament" is tragically hit by a truck and dies.

His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

'Welcome to heaven,' says St. Peter.

'Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you.'

'No problem, just let me in,' says the man.

'Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.'

'Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,' says the MP.

'I'm sorry, but we have our rules.'

And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.

Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.

They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.

Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly & nice guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.

Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises....

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.

'Now it's time to visit heaven.'

So, 24 hours pass with the MP joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.

'Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.'

The MP reflects for a minute, then he answers: 'Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.'

So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.

Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage.

He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.

The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. ' I don't understand,' stammers the MP.

'Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable.

What happened? '

The devil looks at him, smiles and says, ' Yesterday we were campaigning.....

Today you voted.

 

Let's just say that I never wasted my Ballot.

 

Wasn't Iggy in the Adams Family Show????