It seemed like a good idea at the time—a "code" designed to protect the rights of every last Ontarian, no matter his/her faith, creed, belief system or provenance. Over the years, though, it has morphed into a nightmare—a vast bureaucracy that maintains a pecking order of victim groups, pushes us around, endeavours to limit our free speech so as to spare "hurt feelings" (but really as a means of consolidating/broadening its own power), and holds itself up as the highest authority around. And now a chap who, chillingly, wants us to "celebrate" each other (no thanks, I prefer to celebrate the only thing that really counts—my freedom) is being touted as the next OHRC Il Duce.
If you don't mind me mixing a metaphor: Hell is other people...who have foolishly and cluelessly paved the way to that fiery domain with the best of Utopian intentions.
Happy Birthday, commissariat-enabling "human rights" code. Here's hoping you don't live to see 60!