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I can't believe this is happening in this land. The animal guy raped a woman on the side of a road and admitted telling the woman "it would only hurt for a little while." and then the idiot judge says that it was the mistaken belief by the guy that "sex was in the air" and a "heightened expectation" that sex would occur. Why, as the judge said " the victim was dressed in tube tops and high heels when they met the guy outside a bar "and made it publicly known that they wanted to party!!!!." What the hell is this? Women around the world are looking up to Canada as a model when they demand for their well-deserved rights and now this ..... http://www.torontosun.com/news/canada/2011/02/26/17418376.html Women can dress the way that they choose and no one or no damn judge or no damn govenment has the right to tell them how to dress and it is no damn indication of invitation to rape. Women can choose how to dress whom to socialize (and whom not to), where to go, what to eat and drink and whom to sleep with (or whom not to). This is ridiculous and appalling and I go further and say the remarks from someone in a judgement position is disgusting in this free land. NO MEANS NO. Anyone who do not hear that IS A RAPIST and belong to jail.

COME ON CANADA GET PISSED OFF !!! The Inheritance Tax Accounts ReceivableTax Airline Surcharge Tax Airline Fuel Tax Airport Maintenance Tax Building Permit Tax Cigarette Tax Corporate Income Tax Death Tax Dog License Tax Driving Permit Tax Environmental Tax (Fee) Excise Taxes Federal Income Tax Federal Unemployment (UI) Fishing License Tax Food License Tax Gasoline Tax (too much per litre) Gross Receipts Tax Health Tax Hunting License Tax Hydro Tax Inheritance Tax Interest Tax Liquor Tax Luxury Taxes Marriage License Tax Medicare Tax Mortgage Tax Personal Income Tax Property Tax Poverty Tax Prescription Drug Tax Provincial Income and Sales Tax Real Estate Tax Recreational Vehicle Tax Retail Sales Tax Service Charge Tax School Tax Telephone Federal Tax Telephone Federal, Provincial and Local Surcharge Taxes Telephone Minimum Usage Surcharge Tax Vehicle License Registration Tax Vehicle Sales Tax Water Tax Watercraft Registration Tax Well Permit Tax Workers Compensation Tax ''' and in 2010 the HST!!!!!!!! STILL THINK THIS IS FUNNY? Not one of these taxes existed 60 years ago, & our nation was one of the most prosperous in the world.We had absolutely no national debt, had a large middle class, and Mom stayed home to raise the kids.. What in "Hell"happened? Can you spell 'politicians?'

I just finished re-reading the excellent thread by JuliasUndies, "Let's talk about respect."... http://www.cerb.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=45633 ...and it made me think about something. This is a damned fine web site. I'll say it again. This is a damned fine web site. It's full of interesting people, men and women. It's a great meeting place rife with members who exhibit class, intelligence, grace, kindness, empathy, creativity. I imagine that it takes an incredible amount of time and effort to run this whole thing and I just wanted to thank everyone who is involved in the operations of it all. I don't know if it's one person or a team but here it is... Thank you. I appreciate what you've done here in the past and what you're doing here presently. Doc.

Yes. No. I can't be certain of this of course... but then we could invent all kinds of statements that we can't be sure aren't true. Are there vast herds of cold-loving yellow elephants living in a vast cave under the antarctic ice? I can't be certain there aren't. But there's no reason to believe there are. The energy stored in our bodies is turned into heat as we decay, and used to fuel the things that eat us. There's no special accounting needed here to stay consistent with physical laws. We have to watch out when trying to decide about things we would really, really like to be true -- like some form of "I'll never really die!" So the evidence for it has to be really strong, because we're predisposed to put the spin we want on anything that's vague. There's nothing in the reports of near-death experiences that can't be explained by the distorted experiences of our brains as they start to fail (tunnel vision with "bright light" in the centre, memory flashes as our brain hunts for anything in our experience that can make sense of what it's going through) plus the fallible interpretations people place afterward on an experience they couldn't understand. The really short version of my own belief is: I can't know that there IS anything after death, so my best bet is to assume that there isn't. There's only what I know. So I live my life as if it's the only one I've got, without hoping that something better will come afterward and give me another chance. I could be wrong -- but I've lost nothing if I am, because I'll have lived the best life I could. And in the unlikely event that after I die, I suddenly reawaken and discover that there's a whole other life to be explored... well, hey, talk about a "happy ending"!!

It is comforting to think that out spirit will live on but I think that this is something science may never be able to prove this so we will always wonder which is why I believe in living life to the fullest. I had family members taken away in the blink of an eye and it makes you realize the value of life- the here and now.

Pike -- As has been pointed out, there are a lot of possible explanations for what happened. I also understand that you are concerned in a somewhat "compromised" situation by virtue of the detail you needed to supply to the lady involved, but its very unlikely that informaiton would ever be used against you especially by an experienced SP unless you did something to deserve it. However, from you explanation, and the failure of the lady to respond post-meeting, this one does get under my skin a bit. To whatever lady is involved in this situation: You owe this guy at least a polite PM response if not an explanation. After all, he took the time to go through your vetting process and apparently did everything you asked. Quit avoiding the situation and respond. Sooner or later this type of information can get out, and its better to deal with it before the information gets out in a fashion "through the grapevine" that may not be entirely accurate or fair to you.

Cowboy checked in at Ritchie Feed 'n Seed to buy hay for the horses Cowboy checked in at Shoppers Drug mart to buy condoms and toilet paper Cowboy checked in to Bridghead for a large dark roast Cowboy checked in to the library to borrow the horse whisperer Cowboy checked in to heart and crown for deep fried pickles and a keiths on tap Cowboy checked in to the clinic for his regular tests Cowboy checked in to the bank to withdraw some funds Cowboy checked in to cerb to check out the ladies Cowboy checked in to super cuts for a trim and a shave ( not saying what got trimed or what got shaved) Cowboy checked in to see Sin Cindy Cowboy checked in to see Belle bordeux Cowboy checked in for drinks with Cat Cowboy checked in to CMJ for a smooth body slide Cowboy checked in to the bank again to check his checking account. Cowboy checked in to see Sin Cindy,again.... I really don't get this whole aspect of the social media, where everybody shares what I believe is way to much information. I do have a facebook profile used mostly for friends and family who do not live in town, but I'm shocked at what some of my younger friends post freely on their walls. The social aspects of cerb are great as they are but really anything further and broadcasting my every move and whereabouts is just plain creepy and not really necessary as you can see from my routine, LOL. Not to rain on your parade Julia's undies but i think many of us come to cerb for an escape from all the normalcy or lunacy of our day to day lives...

So....what you're saying is, you're really a zombie. ;) WAY TO STEAL MY ANSWER. ;)

I believe in life after death but more of an energy life force transfer. I am not sure what will happen but I know something will so I try not to think about it too much and just try and live each day to it's full Potential, love freely and openly and treat My friends, family and lovers like gold. What you put out into the world will come back three fold. I honestly can't wait to embark on my next great adventure "death". Who knows what will happen but it should be interesting!!!! Posted via Mobile Device

I think the only general consensus you're going to get on such a massive issue is that no one knows. It is beyond the current scope of human understanding. Do people have the potential to understand it? Definitely. But right now there's too much stuff in the way (obsolete superstitions, a casual disrespect for intellect, etc.). But I don't think any of our current notions of a possible afterlife is close to the mark. If so many people were so certain that there was a blissful, beautiful existence waiting for us beyond the grave, would the sucide rate not be a little higher? Why would so many people fear death so much? Or mourn the dead when they should rejoice at their progression to that Utopia? Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying something like that doesn't exist. But no one knows for sure. And no one probably will in our lifetimes (making the point moot). But perhaps it's the mystery that's suppossed to keep us going and striving.

Now what, you ask???? We wait for summer, where layers of winter clothes will be shed away to be replaced by tank tops, skirts, shorts, and other summer accoutrements. :shehot:

Thank you all for your comments. It appears that a majority don't believe in life after death. Nobody yet has undertood what life is. What makes us alive? Is it just many billions of living cells that work together and produce life or is there a source of energy in our body (the soul) that defines life? So what happens to our soul after we die? If energy can never be destroyed then our body may die but our soul may remain somewhere in some form.

No I don't believe in reincarnation .... and I didn't in my previous life!:icon_lol:

When I was younger I did believe in life after death. Didn't know if it was going to be a good life or a bad life. Now I no longer believe in life after death. Now I just believe in enjoying life at the expense of no one and while helping those around me enjoy theirs.

Been there. Done that. No light. No tunnels. No unicorns, rainbows, Gummi bears, angels, demons or Nordic goddess with metal brassieres. In fact, no memories at all. I was here, then gone, then back again. One thing I can say... it was everything and nothingness. A great black void. I think because of that I really don't fear death itself. From my experience, because it lacked all the Biblical tales of torment or rapture, I saw it as just a release. Think of it this way - you have no memory of life before you were born, why then would you have any memory of life after death? You exist in a specific time and place, before and after are only relevant to those peripheral to your lifetime. People "live on" because of the impact they have on other people's lives. If a legacy can be left, I think that is the most endearing thing imaginable. Your "afterlife" is that memory bank in the grey matter of others. Having been technically dead, I can say that we really don't fear death itself. The rational fears then are obviously "not living" and the act of dying. "Not living" is an egocentric fear based solely on self importance, and it is perfectly normal and acceptable. You want to spend more time with family and friends, make a bigger difference in the world or act in a self indulgent manner. "I want to see Scotland before I die.""I want to sleep with the cast of Cats.""I want to visit my family in Bangladesh."" I want to save feral rabbits.""I need to say I love you one more time." All of this to say, "I want more time." At the same time, what we fear more than death itself is dying. I was lucky. I didn't even know I was dead. The doctor said that I was gone for a short while, and it happened when I was unconscious anyhow. Some are taken slowly and are given the opportunity to say their goodbyes, but in the trade off they suffer. Others go in the blink of an eye and we regret that we never had that chance to say goodbye. Just a little insight from a former dead guy....

Well, anyone can join this site and because there's no background check you just never know who'd be taking notice of your location. There are some very nasty people out there, unfortunately. I don't follow this logic at all. There is no way you can possibly know that you're never going to assaulted/raped/stalked. Just no way you can know that, unless you have a magic crystal ball that you're not telling us about.

Ugh, I've had times where I've had to count pennies to buy the bag of potatoes I'd live on for the week, and where I've had to lug a shopping cart of empties back to the store to buy toilet paper and shampoo. Not fun. I grew up 'poor' though. We were on mother's allowance, and all of our gifts at every occasion came from the Salvation Army. Not once, and I'm not kidding, not ONCE, did that bother me as a kid. I'd hear rich kids whining about how they didn't get enough Easter presents (easter presents??? really??), and I'd think of how happy and proud my mom was to lay out a pretty new dress for me to wear on that day, and I never understood why those kids weren't happy for what they received. I was happy, always. And it definitely helped me grow up in a great way, I wouldn't change a minute of that 'poor' life I grew up in.

6 years ago this March, 4 US Marshalls escorted me shackled on a flight to Canada. I had a jailhouse uniform of gray track pants, a wife beater and a sweatshirt. I had a box with books, my comb, a toothbrush and a pair of running shoes. $26 in my pocket, No ID, no contacts but some estranged distant family here in Canada. I spent $13 on a shuttle from Pearson to Union Station to put a fellow deportee on a train to Montreal so they could get to their family. I walked across the street to the Royal York, put my box down, sat on it and marveled at how thin Canadians are and realized how cold it was without a coat here. Made it to Ottawa after a couple weeks of bouncing around Toronto streets and a friend brought Vivian (my Volvo) from the US. I lived in Vivian for the next 5 months working for every agency here in town at the same time and starved. I was lucky to do an appointment a week because I was "too old". I lived off of dinners from guys on Quest and washing up in the Tim Hortons around the city. I slept in the Kettleman's parking lot and down at the Byward Museum watching the city at night. Hurricane Katrina had pushed gas up to $1.35. I was being sent to Rockland and Almont for $90 after agency fees. A guest talked me into going independent but I didn't understand the online business here and didn't have a computer. I used Quest aquaintences computers for the first couple of months. I literally lived on carrots, yogurt and a couple of hot meals a week from Quest guys. Sometimes I would order way too much food so I could have some for later and I would make it last for days. The poor guys must have thought I was a greedy cow! If you are reading this...I apologize! I didn't realize how traumatized I was then, I just toodled around and smiled doing my thing. A Quest dinner date handed me keys to his place and told me to come over if I needed a shower or a safe place to lie down. We have become life long friends. I have started over a couple of times in my life, but this time was by far the financially poorest ever. It has been a bit of a roller coaster but I don't fear being dispossessed anymore. I know I could lose everything I have and I would be fine. I was happy altho a little stressed. I am still amazed at the patience and kindness so many people showed me. Not a day goes by that I don't look around and give thanks to what I have. Life is still a little hectic but I get by and that's really all I need... cat

No fair - so many ladies to choose from. Here are a few of my favourites... Bethany - sweet and demure and oh, those curves Annessa - exotic sex appeal with bubbly personality Busty Vanessa - a tigress! Jolie - fiery red head with those dangerous curves

I was brought up with a healthy respect for money. We lived on a farm so had plently of food but not a lot of extras. By university I had learned many ways to make a dollar last longer. One thing I remember doing in school is washing milk bags or any other plastic bag to take my lunch to school. I spent a lot of time doing this and my kitchen looked like a plastic bag laundry. It seemed back then I was saving a fortune doing this, I am laughing right now thinking about it. :lol: Thanks ladies for the trip down memory lane.