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Editorial Comments What Protection? Want to know what's wrong with this country? Last week a provincial court judge expressed outrage and shock as he sentenced. a 'youthful offender" to 34 months in the slammer for his part in extortion rings as part of a Viet Nam gang roaming the streets of Toronto. The judge wants this ' 'youthful offender" deported back to Viet Nam where he can try his gang-land tactics in Ho Chi Minh City. The judge called this "youthtul offender" a vicious person who is more adult than adult criminals with a long record. He is a landed immigrant who came to Canada six years ago as a refugee. This gang has been involved in robberies, assaults, extortions and assorted other crimes. The 'youthful offender" was described as a king-pin. Of course, he'll go to jail for a few months and quick as a flash will be back on the streets, up to his familiar tricks of striking terror in the hearts of the innocent. : Our immigration department will look at his case, but it will be most unlikely a teenager will be deported for these kind of crimes, even though the judge in the case feels the chance of mending his ways is nil. : Poor Canada. We can't deport thugs and ruffians who make their own laws. Heck, in this case, the 'youthful offender" could not even be identified in the media because he is under 17. Just a babe in arms, who'd take your throat out with a knife for $10. Meanwhile, out in Alberta, a crack-pot of a different ilk made news last week by announcing his plans to set up a training camp for white supremists. : Terry Long calls himself leader of the Church of Jesus Christ Christian Aryan Nations, and he plans to set up the camp to train Aryan Warriors. Their philosophy is simple enough: they just want to rid North America of Jews, Blacks and anyone else who is not lily white. Are they serious? In the United States, these kinds of groups are taken very seriously, especially by police forces who claim they murder and rob to finance their twisted cause. Can we run these idiots out of Canada? No, they have certain rights to spout their half-baked theories. They have to break the law first, and there is no law against just saying you hate somebody. Where are the laws that protect innocent people from vicious street-gang members in Toronto or laws that protect us from the vile junk of the Christian Aryan Nations? Not in Canada, that's for sure. ~ Paying to Fish Starting in 1987, Ontario will become one of the last provinces in Canada to demand that its citizens pay for the privilege and enjoy- ment of fishing in its waters. ~The province will introduce at $10 annual resident angling licence, or if you are a very casual fisherperson, you can pay $5 for the right to fish for just four days. It is estimated that between $9 and $10 million will be generated from the resident angling licence next year. And the Ministry of Natural Resources has issued guarantees that this amount of money will be used in a variety of ways to promote and enhance the sport fishing industry in this province. The resident angling licence is a good idea, especially with the (Turn to page 6) FORT PLORY STAR CO \WINTED : 139 QuEtN STN 20 802 %O FORT PEAT ONTARO LO ™O (40) 905-730) J. PETER HVIDSTEN Member of the Publisher Canadian Community Newspaper Association Advertising Manager and Ontario Community Newspaper Association Published every Tuesday by the Port Perry Star Co Ltd . Port Perry. Ontario J.B. McCLELLAND Editor Authorized as second class mail by the Post Office Department, Ottawa. and for cash CATHY ROBB payment of postage in cash News & Features Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 ADVAN Comm, ¥ Dy J fn § ¢ [\» » A200, a0 Subscription Rate: In Canada $15.00 per year. Elsewhere $45.00 per year. Single Copy 35° tising department of the Port Perry Star Company Limited are protected under copyright ©COPYRIGHT -- All 'ayout and composition of advertisements produced by the adver and may not be reproduced without the written permission of the publisher ap | ANN 2Y 165 4% : ' go AK ! CC Ss ECI sith YB 4 7 7 7 Us % ab 7 % Je Wy 2 7 ¥. = "w ¥ Chatterbox by Cathy Robb Well, this is it. The last column Cathy Robb will ever write. Now, don't get too excited. I know there's a lot of ple out there in newspaperland who would love nothing better than to see me given a pink slip, and I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I haven't been canned. Yet. And as confusing as it sounds, I will continue to write this column. It's just that Cathy Robb won't have anything to do with it. Cathy Robb, as a matter of fact, will cease to exist on August 16th, when she will marry a leprechaun named Doug and live happily ever after under the name of Cathy Olliffe. But enough about the wedding. I promised my bosses I wouldn't talk about it anymore. What I really want to do is bid a fond farewell to Cathy Robb. I always hated the name Robb. It's a good, solid serviceable name, that's for sure, and it comes from impeccable Irish stock, but I've never really liked it. It's too short, for one thing. Anybody who has ever made anything of themselves has a two syllable last name, at least. Cronkite, Walters, Trudeau, Selleck, Johnson, Reagan, Collins, Stallone, Springsteen, Gabriel, Mulroney -- they all have at least two syllables in their names. Even Madonna has more than one syllable. And just look at all the thugs with one syllable names who turned out rotten: Kid (as in Billy the), Sam (as in Son of), James (as in Jesse), the Blob, and, and .... well, I can't think of anymore right off the top of my head, but I'm sure they're out there. Anyways, you can see what I'm getting at. Surveys have shown that the most successful people have one syllable first names and two syllable surnames, such as Charles Manson or Cliff Olson, and I've always considered myself cursed because my name isn't like that. In fact, I've always thought 'Cathy Robb' was a pretty wimpy name. First of all, it comes out of the mouth so quickly. Whenever I say it, it sounds more like one word and people are forever asking me to repeat it. Or when I spell it, they always expect more ---- like Robertson or something. And speaking of spelling, It's amazing how many people can't spell 'Robb.' I mean, it's such an easy name to spell! Just an R, an O, and two B's! So why is it I get bills addressed to Cathy Rob, Cathy Bob, Cathy Bab and so on? But that's not the worst part. The worst, | must say, was growing up with Robb as a last name, period. Talk about your nicknames. Kids were always whining stuff about "Cathy Robb, is a slob,' or ROBB BITES THE DUST '""Cathy Robb, is a snob," or '"What did you do, Robb, rob a bank?"' You know what it's like to go through public school known as a bank robber? Kids used to prance around me yapping "Thief! Thief!" . They thought they were being amusing. Teachers thought I was serious, and for a long time I was never trusted with anything more responsible than rubbing off the blackboards. Which reminds me! When I was a teenager, I wasn't the only Cathy Robb in high school. Kathy Robb was a year behind me, and what-a troublemaker she was! I, of course, was a perfect angel. Seriously! I was such a browner I made the teachers' pets 'look bad. I was such a nerd. At one point, I remember telling off a group of the school's toughest kids for swearing. "God'll get you for that," I'd say to them. It's a wonder I didn't get bonked. As it was, nobody "cool" would associate with me. Which brings me back to Kathy Robb. She was cool. She was the antithesis of cool. She had enough detention slips to paper the school washrooms. She smoked more Players Plain than the rest of the school combined (well, maybe), she talked cool, she dressed cool, she was cool. As a result, she was called down to the office at least once a week. You remember the "getting- called-down-to-the-office" syndrome? It was where all the brats of the school were hauled down to the office for beatings via the principal's mor- ning announcements. : For cool kids, I think it was a matter of pride to get called down to the office. But for nerds like me, it was THE ultimate embarrassment. Not that I ever got called down. Perish the thought. BUT, the other Kathy Robb was ALWAYS getting called down. Trouble was, I never knew for sure whether the principal wanted to see me or her. To be on the safe side, I'd trundle down to "'the office," to line up with the rest of the rabble rousers. While in line, the other nerdy kids would point their fingers and giggle, and the teachers would cluck their tongues at the mere thought that a browner like me would actually get into trouble. And after suffering this abuse for half an hour or so, I'd finally get in to see the principal who would promptly shake his head and tell me I wasn't the "'right" Cathy Robb. So as you can see, it will come as a relief when I shed my last name. Only problem is, Doug has a sister named Cathi, so instead of two Cathy Robb's, there will be two Cathy Olliffe's. I sure hope she's a nerd like me.