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On Thursday night; Canada Members of the United Nations are embroiled in a situation that could well decided to support a motion to back North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO) air strikes on Bosnian Serb positions to protect Muslims around the UN ‘safe haven‘ of Gorazde. Serb artillery rained down death on the town‘s hospital and a UN emergency medical clinic. Ten patients died in the hospital and another 15 to 20 in the clinic. And now Serb ground forces are reportedly engaged in hand to hand combat with the small Muslim force trying to protect the 65,000 residents. Forget about the cutesy names like ‘ethnic cleansing‘ and the like. This is nothing short of slaughter and murder and it must end. Canada has long resisted the use of air raids in the warâ€"torn country and it took armâ€"twisting by U.S. President Bill Clinton on Thursday and a rare lateâ€"night Commons debate and cabinet meeting to get our government to support military action asainst the Bosnian Serbs. _ Like the appeasement policies prior to World War II, any kind of weakness must not be allowed to continue among the 16 NATO members and their support for UN initiatives to try and protect Gorazde and five other ‘safe havens‘. â€" ‘The UN set out these areas as sanctuaries for civilians but the Bosnian Serbs, in shelling Gorazde, have sent a clear message to both the UN and NATO that these havens are really nothing of the sort. 3 Cenainly Canada, the US and other NATO members want a diplomatic end to the Serbian aggression but all action on this front has so far been futile. Unless Cgrï¬da and other NATO nations can convince the Serbs‘ historic ally, Russia, to intervene, the bloodbath is not only likely to continue but expand. Such an eventuality would make the current situation look like a minor military skirâ€" Stopping crime solve crimes in the region. Crime Stoppers of Halton has just reported a 30 per cent increase in the number of tips they‘ve received in the first quarter of the year over the same period one year ago. It looks like residents of Halton are doing their share of helping police After receiving these iips, Halton police have managed a corresponding number of solved cases.. This translates into 42 charges being laid after 15 arrests were made. In addition to these anonymous tips from citizens, police credit the on going support of media for the success rate. Each week the Oakville Beaver publishes a Crime Stoppers column in the Wednesday issue. We‘re proud of our relationship with Crime Stoppers and congratulate those citizens who have taken it upon themselves to help make our community a safer place. UA War watch 467 Speers Road, Oakville, Ont. L6K 3S4 845â€"3824 Fax: 845â€"3085 Classified Advertising: 845â€"2809 Circulation: 845â€"9742 or 845â€"9743 TheOakwleBeavevpubishodmrySunda‘W Speers Rd., Od(vile is one of the Met i 13% | 17%1 e‘re not a bunch of browbeaten _ boys. We‘re not a haggle of henpecked husbands. We‘re men, damn it. Leaders of the pack. Heads of the household. Kings of the castle. Rugged, toolâ€"totin‘, freeâ€"thinkin‘, beerâ€" drinkin‘ men. And as such, we were hiding out under the deck in my backâ€" yard hoping our wives wouldn‘t find us and make us come home and iron more underwear, or cook up a nice quiche for brunch. Under the deck, we were discussing possibly formâ€" ing a baseball pool for the 1994 majorâ€"league season. Because this is what real men do, when they‘re not ironing underwear and cookin‘ quiche. Anyway, we were laying down the ground rules for such a pool, speculating on specifics such as when and where we‘d hold the draft, what format we‘d use, how much money we‘d each invest, who‘d bring the beer... Frankly, we were all getâ€" ting giddy about the pool‘s potential and prospects. "So what would it take to win such a pool?" one of the group of manly men wondered. "A shrewd, sagacious mind," replied another guy. "Awesome insight," said another. "A remarkable understanding of majorâ€"league baseball and all its players," said a fourth guy. "My wife‘s permission," said another. We ail groaned at this spineless sissy‘s sickening exhiâ€" bition and lackâ€"ofâ€"manliness. Then, we all ran home to ask our wives if they‘d let us play. Obviously, I can‘t speak for the other men, but around my When it comes to baseball, it‘s ‘everyone into the pool‘ house I‘m the ruler. The yardâ€" stick. And when I want to do something, I just flat out ask my wife if there‘s any possible way she might consider letting me do it. Huh, can I, huh, can I, huh? "How much?" "How much do your eyes remind me of baseball diaâ€" monds?" "You‘re looking terrific today, hon," I said to my wife, kind of flat out asking her about the baseball pool. "I mean, you‘re looking more terrific today than usual, which is pretty darn terrific in itself." Then, I told her that her eyes reminded me of diamonds, which naturally got me going on baseball diaâ€" monds which prompted her to ask: "Only half of oneâ€"hundred dollars," I replied. "Five tens. Or ten fives. Or twentyâ€"five twos. Or..." "Fifty dollars!" "You could look at it that way," I admitted. "No, how much will it cost you to enter the pool?" My wife trounced me with a tirade about all we could do with that 50 dollars. Send our kids to college. Shelter the homeless. Secure world peace. Or, at least, for one month, we could dive a little less deeply into the treacherous waters of Lake Overdraft. I convinced my wife that, if relieved of the mountain of paperwork that each month accompanies our incredible journey into the depths of Lake Overdraft, hundreds of bank employees would be relieved of their jobs. I, also, guaranteed I‘d win the pool. Thus, collectâ€" ing the big payoff. So, I was in. And apparently all the other manly men had pulled off similar cons because they were all in, too. On draft day, I confidently began selecting what I believed to be the greatest baseball pool team ever drafted. I was thrilled with my apparent baseball brilâ€" liance, and I fully believed everyone else was amazed at my selections given the embarâ€" rassing silence that followed my every pick. Finally, after eight or nine rounds â€" eight or nine spectacuâ€" lar selections â€" the dead silence that had followed my previous picks was broken by one wise guy who wondered, "What are you doing? Picking the Allâ€" Bettyâ€"Ford Team?" My confidence shattered like a cheap bat. It was true. I had been choosing players with checkered pasts, players who‘d proven weak in the face of conâ€" frontations with adversity, the law and substances not generalâ€" ly recommended for use in our society. I had been picking the Allâ€"Bettyâ€"Ford Team. Come October; my wife will have reason to relegate me to my own personal prison. Anybody need any underwear ironed? Anybody care for quiche? The season‘s started. Each day, I peruse the newspapers for reports on my guys. Are they smacking five or ten homers, or getting five to ten for selling smack?