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Flotilla letter

Yet another bunch of boats on a humanitarian mission have been illegally boarded and their passengers illegally abducted by the completely rogue state. And nations sit silent. Shameful. 

I whipped off this letter to the PM, the global affairs minister, the armed forces minister and the local MPs of the Canadians on board, CCd also to the leaders of the other political parties and my local MP.  

Dear government leaders including the MPs for the Canadians aboard the Conscience
As a Canadian, I simply cannot understand why our country is standing by and allowing a government who has demonstrated flagrant disregard for international law and wanton unconcern for human life to illegally abduct Canadian citizens without a peep of protest. 
You claimed, Mr Carney and Ms Anand, back in May and again in summer, that you were "prepared to take action" if Israel did not change its behaviour. Not only has it not changed, but it has doubled down on its illegal and inhuman activities. Where is your action?
The flotilla now presents you an opportunity to act. 
The Canadian government is responsible for the health, well being and safety of all Canadian citizens aboard the Freedom Flotilla vessels. We are holding you responsible for your failure to protect Canadian citizens on a humanitarian mission. Each moment of your inaction that passes deepens your complicity, for unlawful detainment and torture are sure to follow for these Canadian citizens. 
You must publicly condemn Israel's illegal interception of the flotilla.
You must demand the safe and immediate release of the Canadian citizens -- and of all the detained humanitarians. 
And with the momentum of the courage you found with this very specific and relevant way to interrupt the Israeli war machine, please continue rolling and finally do what you promised over a year ago and stop selling arms to Israel.
I do not consent to my tax dollars being used to fund the ISraeli government's destruction of Palestinian lives. 
Stop supporting genocide. 

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