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After suffering living with the vulgarities of even my imperfect human nature, it did not really surprise me. It nears one year since a spouse of 35 years decided she could endure no more.
After all, she endured the harassment and intimidation from the rich and the empowered. She heard a few of the nasty phone messages that came into our house, daily, for two years. I did not save all of them on the answering machine for her to listen to. She suffered the threats, that our house would be taken away. She worried. Meanwhile, she refused to read the laws and my arguments into courts that made these threats illegal and without cause. She expressed anger when pee-ons under the direction of “collections agency lawyers” called me a thief and shouted on my answering machine that I should “stop hiding behind the phone”.
These were people who were working on the behalf of big corporations whom I had already dragged into courts. I was still pursuing my much larger claims against them and their Conservative political friends in our courts as these belligerent phone calls came in. Up to 25 times in one day.
She did listen to my explanations as to why I was battling on. She did agree that I had been wronged, but, having worked briefly in the Ontario Small Claims Courts system, she warned that the battle was impossible. “Lawyers rule the world”, was her opinion.
Yes. Some would say that I am a difficult man to live with. I am too honest, to my human nature, my humanity. I refused to hide my failures and weaknesses from my spouse and family. The weaknesses of even a “normal” marriage of modern times would be teetering on the brink of disaster with the harassment that began in 2001 and accelerated after I entered Canadian courts with vigour in 2002.
Having to then take your husband out of a jail, for letters he wrote protesting the injustices of two years, would break the resolve of most women. This is especially true for those who simply see life as making money so that Soaps and TV can be freely watched. My spouse turtled away, wanting only what 90% of Canadians want. A safe home to live in. Enough money to luxuriate in the spoils of working hard. Not a situation where 35 years of hard work together slid into a house that had no clear title of ownership.
She saw no value in that we lived in it without paying Conservative supporting big bankers. She cared not that this was allowed because I fought the bank’s politicized lawyers and the court's politicized lawyers until the phone and mail harassment ended in 2009 (read the blogs below to understand why).
It becomes unbearable to some, this battling of the “big man” in our societies. It becomes more unbearable when the energies are transferred to writing a book. It is intolerable to some, who fail to remember that 75% of my time was spent, to 2010, fighting off the political lawyers and then the politicized cops. So, yes, my spouse of 35 years decided that she could not take all of the uncertainties and the honesty of my human history. At the end of this month, it will be a year when she walked away from all of this. I cannot blame her. I just do not accept that I must then turtle away from all of this battling, myself.
I battle on, I suppose, because of this. I suppose that there are some genetics that leads to a warrior fierceness that causes me to stand up against wrong when I know that wrong is in my face.
My great uncle fought in the trenches of France during World War I. He returned to die in Canada from lungs damaged by mustard gas. He returned to a nation that supposedly began to awaken in that era to the realization that “the Queen” was not everything when it came to democracy. Instead, Canada carried the arrogance of tradition and began to treat First Nations with the same contempt as monarchies had treated the hinterlands of their colonies.
My father then put on a WWII Canadian army training uniform in 1942. Not knowing the depth of the depravity in that moment, he did eventually express the dismay that humans would do those things to other human beings, as happened in that war. Our humanity can change into inhumanity, too, too rapidly. On the basis of the lessons from that war, his brother, my uncle, went to Korea when I was a tiny baby. That United Nations effort was to uphold the precept that the exclusive philosophies of the Nazi or the Communist should never be allowed to spread into nations that did not want those philosophies forced down their throats. Few did. My uncle went away to Korea in defence of the premise that violent or even unscrupulous denial of any human’s rights was intolerable, and illegal, after 1948.
I took these lessons to heart. Honesty, in business and personal life, requires courage to our own human nature, humanity. I try to practice this in all daily walks. I try to admit to the mistakes that I do make when I make them. I used this premise of honesty in trying to build a healthy, long-term relationship with a new lady, starting about three months ago.
She admitted being an ostrich in many things, including politics. She was offered my book to read. I wanted her to know my background politics in real depth. Perhaps I should have clued in then. We walked and talked. I summarized the story for her, in short bursts of explanations why this book was so important to me. She sympathized. At the same time she asked me to stop sending me the short political emails I was firing off during the 2011 election. Ironically, she said that she did not want to be linked to my name, politically. During one of these discussions, she said she did not want to have the risk of becoming “marked”, the word she used, for potential “arrest”, the word she used, by big partisan cops.
She agreed that I had valid concerns. I wanted only someone to talk to about life and loving life. I had other friends who are willing to deal with my political side. The relationship continued. I tried to keep her updated on my hopes for my book while being realistic to the long journey such journeys sometimes require. I was honest to the negatives and the positives, when the positives and the negatives, in relation to developing the book, appeared. She appeared to accept that this journey was my right. She would work on a healthy relationship with my realities in mind.
That is until I received a distressed email on the night that I had posted my blog below. Her issues were many. Many were about piddling history related to human nature, my humanity, that I was apparently too honest to. However, that debate would be for another book that makes observations of what happens when we stay honest to our humanity: not just the personal history but the history of humanity when it comes to human nature. I could accept her doubts and decisions related to that. But I became disturbed most when part of her assessment was that I “have delusions of grandeur”.
This came from a lady who is otherwise a responsible Canadian. This came from a lady who, unlike at least one journalist and other citizens, has never sat down for an hour and a half to get the background story to my arrest. She said that she admired that I continue to fight the corruption in my nation. As the lawyers like to say, "notwithstanding" this supposed admiration, this fine lady did not want to educate herself. This is a lady who refused a gift copy of this book so that she could educate herself to why I am more than just a sexual animal looking for good sex.
If we are honest to our full humanity, we all are sexual or we become shallow, using beings on the edge of being human and dishonest to the history of our human nature.
But I am not a deluded maniac. I assure all that I have no ambitions to become Canada’s next Prime Minister. I suggest that a Page named DePape, standing in silent protest on June 3, 2011 in the throne speech session for Canada’s Parliament, similarly had no such motives.
I have simply achieved clarity. I reached a lucid concern after 47 years of independent-thinking, political interest and activities in my 59 years. I observed and pondered. I simply have ideas about what this collection of modern humanity on this threatened “small sphere of living”, for generations yet to come, must do to stop the abuse of power and privilege so that future generations can indeed prosper and explore our universe. Breathless breathing, yes, my concerns.
I have one thing over DePape. I have the advantage of a long life of living, while trying to achieve what democracy should be. I do know that, if Canadians suddenly started shouting “DePape for Prime Minister!”, I would want the critical controls against her that our current Parliamentarians have removed through their abuse of power and position. Namely: the application of our Criminal Code against the miscreants who have criminalized our institutions of democracy.
Oh, I have no delusions about the difficult nature of this journey of mine. It means that I can only mourn, for a short time, the disappearance of those, some who even said that they loved me, so that they could ostrich away from our collective duty to our history and our future. I relish, on the other hand, the slowly growing numbers who say that change is critical and who become cherished friends.
I can and do forgive the simple souls who come and go out of my life. They have no legal obligation to educate themselves in the moment. What I will not tolerate are Prime Ministers, political party leaders, the political in our institutions legally required to protect us from the wrongs these people continue (namely, our ”judges”, “legal professionals” and politicized cops in our justice systems) and servile bureaucrats who ignore the stark message coming at them when a brave Page stands in silent protest in our Parliament. I will not tolerate the illegal abuse of privilege and power that began before I was born, despite the bloodshed of my father’s generation. I will not allow tradition to prevail over the legal promises of our constitutions and our United Nation’s international laws.
Neither do I mock the friends who remain friends, free to criticize me because they are willing to take the criticism back. So, when one friend dares to say to me, in the same time frame that I am told to go kicking stones down the rocky road of male and female relations, that sometimes I "bring these things on myself” because of what I write, I dare to say this.
I have this clarity from my father and uncle’s preparedness to die.
The lesson from that part of our human history became that we are to stand up against the first sign of illegal abuse of privilege and power. The lessons came from Germany, Russia and now Libya and too many other nations.
It was not “the Jew”, “the dissident” or even 1200 Libyans, summarily executed because they dared to ask for more blankets, who “brought this on themselves”. It was the illegal abuse of power and denial of human rights that led to gross violations before the citizenry awakened.
It was not and is not the singular voice, daring to challenge, that should be dismissed. It is the history of our humanity, this incipient apathy, that should concern us. But, we should be more deeply concerned when, as did my spouse and this last “lover”, the collective of humanity stays silent to the abuse of privilege and power because they do not want “to bring the heat” to themselves.
So, yes, DePape should be praised for being one brave citizen. If the citizenry wants her for Prime Minister, then so be it. BUT, I have no delusions that, even under her youthful leadership, our problems would continue UNLESS she gained this position with the clear understanding that she would be yanked out of Parliament at the first hint of even her abusing our original laws.
Oh, I have no delusions. I have ideas, built from personal experience. I know the legal obligations that have been illegally destroyed by the partisans in Parliament, for their collective, not our, interests. I know what we need to do to assure us all that, for once and all, our original laws of governance can be protected by enforcing those original laws with the laws we already had by 1989 (visit http://TakeBackDemocracy.ca at the About the Law page). Even if DePape became a “popular Prime Minister”.
For those of you who may be offended by my tough talk on why this is critical in the next weeks and months, I dare to say “tough!” I dare to hurl insults at any who dare to say how we communicate, because we dare to communicate about the wrongs, justifies our arrest. I dare to use these words because I always remember this.
Some from my father’s generation survived the hail of bombs and bullets that became necessary because too many citizens decided that they would not say anything. I have read the stories of Canadians who listened to their comrades die swearing or loudly praying on the ground that my great uncle and uncle went to and the ground my father trained to go to. This happened and happens because citizenry from our history, even in more modern Libya, stayed silent so that the abuse of authority would not hurt their position or, eventually, jeopardize even their human survival.
The lessons about the consequences of collective silence are rampant in our history. So, you are damned right that I will spit words so that my friends, family and lovers should never ever have to think that, by being associated with a man who dares to spit only words, their own comfortable living is jeopardized.
Visit http://TakeBackDemocracy.ca next week to understand how we can peacefully take back our democratic rights. No matter what these criminals in our Parliaments try to do to us or fail to do for us. Simply because “democracy” has become defined by them as a right to a greed for power and a greed for greed.
I have no delusions that this must be stopped if my grandchildren and theirs are to have any hope for a reasonable and reasoning world to live in.
Visit at least the two blogs immediately below to build more understanding to why I dare to spit. Words.
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