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	<title>Comments on: Free Speech and Freedom of Information: Advice for Bloggers</title>
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		<title>By: Justin</title>
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		<dc:creator>Justin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2010 04:44:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>if you download the free tool Ccleaner, it should get rid of any unnecesary files, including temporary files.  you can download this tool at ther is a box in the top right to download the latest version.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>if you download the free tool Ccleaner, it should get rid of any unnecesary files, including temporary files.  you can download this tool at ther is a box in the top right to download the latest version.</p>
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		<title>By: Actions have consequences</title>
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		<dc:creator>Actions have consequences</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Mar 2010 07:41:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>How did they compare to what?

The legal system in Canada flows from English law, and that is the result of ancient practices and precedent.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>How did they compare to what?</p>
<p>The legal system in Canada flows from English law, and that is the result of ancient practices and precedent.</p>
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		<title>By: Louise C</title>
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		<dc:creator>Louise C</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 06:23:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A great many women were of course working before the war: Many single women would have been working for a living, and some married women.  A lot of single women who had been in domestic service for instance left to work in munitions etc during the war. However, a lot of women went to do war work who might otherwise not have thought of getting a job, middle and upper class girls who would have expected to stay at home until they married.  They did war work from motives of patritoism.  

Among the jobs that women went into that they would not have done before the war were working in munitions factories of course, and working in farming and forestry, on the railways and the buses, as van drivers and lorry drivers and chauffeurs etc.  They joined the newly formed women&#039;s police force, and the new women&#039;s services - the women&#039;s army, navy and air force.  A great many women of course worked as nurses before the war, but during the war many others joined as volunteeres.

Some women loved the work they did.  Here for instance is a girl describing her life working in the women&#039;s Timber Corps:

&#039;Today has been grand.  Very cold but the work is fine.  It is great to watch a grand old tree crash to the earth and feell that you did it alone - Life is just what I have always longed for.  After dinner tonight we had some music.  It was strange to see the girls dancing, breeches and jerseys, in a log hut with a stove in the middle.  It will be glorious here in the spring.  Even now with snow clad hills all around it is a gorgeous sight.&#039;

A woman wrote about what it was like to work in munitions:

&#039;The day is long, the atmosphere is breathed and rebreathed and the oil smells.  Our hands are black with warm, thick oozings from the machines, which coat the work and, incidentally, the workers.  We regard our horrible, begrimed members with disgust and secret pride.  It is so realisitc.  Some of us remember our mud-pie days and rejoice.  The genteel among us wear gloves.  We vie with each other in finding the most up-to-date grease-removers, just as we used to vie about hats.  Our hands are not alone in suffering from dirt.  The shop sweepers strike one as remarkably faithful and diligent workers, and they never forget a single corner if it happens to be occupied.  Their worn brooms tangle themselves among our feet, and their dust-clouds, filled with unwelcome life, find a resting-place in our lungs and noses.&#039;

A woman wrote about becoming a train driver:

&#039;I volunteered for train duty.  First I was employed for two years as a tram driver and then, when I had passed my exam, assigned to work on the suburban train.  The first time I stood next to the locomotive driver on the locomotive of a heavy train, comprised of four four-axled carriages, to learn how to work the controls, it seemed almost impossible that a woman&#039;s hands would ever be able to tame this monster of iron and steel, and the idea that I would now be responsible for a passenger-filled train like this one, each carriage of which could carry 80 to 100 people, took my breath away.  But we were brave and very willing, and with careful training it was accomplished.&#039;

I think opinions on conscription varied among women just as they did among men, but women would not have been able to vote in conscription referendums as they did not get the vote until 1918 (women over 30).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A great many women were of course working before the war: Many single women would have been working for a living, and some married women.  A lot of single women who had been in domestic service for instance left to work in munitions etc during the war. However, a lot of women went to do war work who might otherwise not have thought of getting a job, middle and upper class girls who would have expected to stay at home until they married.  They did war work from motives of patritoism.  </p>
<p>Among the jobs that women went into that they would not have done before the war were working in munitions factories of course, and working in farming and forestry, on the railways and the buses, as van drivers and lorry drivers and chauffeurs etc.  They joined the newly formed women&#039;s police force, and the new women&#039;s services &#8211; the women&#039;s army, navy and air force.  A great many women of course worked as nurses before the war, but during the war many others joined as volunteeres.</p>
<p>Some women loved the work they did.  Here for instance is a girl describing her life working in the women&#039;s Timber Corps:</p>
<p>&#039;Today has been grand.  Very cold but the work is fine.  It is great to watch a grand old tree crash to the earth and feell that you did it alone &#8211; Life is just what I have always longed for.  After dinner tonight we had some music.  It was strange to see the girls dancing, breeches and jerseys, in a log hut with a stove in the middle.  It will be glorious here in the spring.  Even now with snow clad hills all around it is a gorgeous sight.&#039;</p>
<p>A woman wrote about what it was like to work in munitions:</p>
<p>&#039;The day is long, the atmosphere is breathed and rebreathed and the oil smells.  Our hands are black with warm, thick oozings from the machines, which coat the work and, incidentally, the workers.  We regard our horrible, begrimed members with disgust and secret pride.  It is so realisitc.  Some of us remember our mud-pie days and rejoice.  The genteel among us wear gloves.  We vie with each other in finding the most up-to-date grease-removers, just as we used to vie about hats.  Our hands are not alone in suffering from dirt.  The shop sweepers strike one as remarkably faithful and diligent workers, and they never forget a single corner if it happens to be occupied.  Their worn brooms tangle themselves among our feet, and their dust-clouds, filled with unwelcome life, find a resting-place in our lungs and noses.&#039;</p>
<p>A woman wrote about becoming a train driver:</p>
<p>&#039;I volunteered for train duty.  First I was employed for two years as a tram driver and then, when I had passed my exam, assigned to work on the suburban train.  The first time I stood next to the locomotive driver on the locomotive of a heavy train, comprised of four four-axled carriages, to learn how to work the controls, it seemed almost impossible that a woman&#039;s hands would ever be able to tame this monster of iron and steel, and the idea that I would now be responsible for a passenger-filled train like this one, each carriage of which could carry 80 to 100 people, took my breath away.  But we were brave and very willing, and with careful training it was accomplished.&#039;</p>
<p>I think opinions on conscription varied among women just as they did among men, but women would not have been able to vote in conscription referendums as they did not get the vote until 1918 (women over 30).</p>
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