Easy-peasey Way to Reach Your MP

As an adjunct to the CHDC petition in support of Bill C-322, I’ve had bilingual postcards printed up which constituents can send to their respective MP’s to let them know that support for this Bill is out there.  Download the two sides of this postcard and send a postcard to your own MP (federal); then make more to give to your friends, neighbours, acquaintances, and family.  MP’s pay attention to their own constituents in their own ridings, so the more of these postcards that are sent, the more our MP’s in all ridings across Canada will understand how much support for Bill C-322 (which opposes horse slaughter) is out there.

I can also send you ready-made postcards (between 10 and 25 for now).  Just send me your postal address.  There’s no charge (I’ll pay shipping too if you live in Canada).  If I see that demand is more than expected, I’ll have more printed.  Americans and international horse advocates are also invited to send these postcards.  We need all the help we can get in getting Bill C-322 passed…and if that fails, ANY bill opposing horse slaughter, the import of horses for slaughter and the exportation of (tainted) horsemeat to foreign countries.  Selling tainted meat to foreign countries is not part of Canada’s, nor Quebec’s, culture.  Now…let’s get on with it and save our horses.  If you have a problem accessing or downloading these images, email me at cynthia@cynthiaderrico.com .

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American Cousins

American Cousins

Yes, it’s true…I’m one-quarter American (or one-sixth or some fraction thereof).  Maternal Gran emigrated to Youngstown, Ohio, married a distant cousin in Philly, PA (no Deliverance jokes, please!), moved to TO or Montreal (I forget which was first) but ended up, anyway, in Montreal, and bore seven children, one of the last two of whom was my mother.  Mum was a helluva dancer and singer…so much so that, in her heyday, she was spotted by a talent scout from New York who tried to persuade her father that she had a career waiting in New York.  It was a different era then, so of course, Grandpa felt that only hussies were actresses and singers, and so on.  Mum went on to marry my father, and I’ll save her story for another time.  

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