Democracy Ain’t Sexy

Democracy Ain’t Sexy
July 13, 2011 re-edit
Don MacAlpine

(If you are a first time visitor to this blog, you should visit the About the Law and the About Don buttons at http://TakeBackDemocracy.ca . This blog/mail also references pictures relevant to documentation sent to local town and government officials, and eventually, policing officials. A pictorial essay has been constructed. It is available at the “Download” page at the “Pictorial Essay” link on the http://JustBusinessTheBook.com web page... and, yes, I am still working on updating the TakeBackDemocracy.ca pages.... Don MacAlpine, Nipigon, Ontario)

This blog/essay prints off to about 50 pages. It will take about 2 to 3 hours to read.

Why should the citizen bother? Two short excerpts to spur the responsible citizen:

This first one relates to the news that Kate and her prince have arrived in Canada to celebrate their honeymoon, supposedly. Kate is forbidden from speaking, freely .... “... Canada’s troops were leaving a combat role in Afghanistan. ... Canada’s troops are leaving this oppressive nation. ...

Escapism from reality. Aw, that democracy was about endless sex. Then the whole nation might end up reading this blog? Ahhh, but democracy ain’t a sexy thing! ...

Canada’s troops are in a nation where they are supposedly freeing and protecting oppressed women. There, many walk in fear with shawls wrapped around their faces. The stupidity to all of this is illustrated by that adult child from my own children’s generation.

Remember she who gushed because she had touched the hand of a princess named Kate?

We will send troops to Afghanistan where the religious addiction to old tribal traditions demeans and silences women with wrapped cloth? We will stay silent as Kate walks off a plane wrapped in the riches gained from English tribal traditions and is silenced by what? Tape on her mouth? Or English tribal traditions? Ah, good old Al the “Kaa-Kaa-ReKalling Katy-did-it” lives on in “democracies”, too!

Why do Canada’s Prime Minister and its Governor General and the nations’ cops stay silent to the obvious implication that comes from an English white girl who is muzzled by “rules of tradition” that Canada’s Prime Minister and governor general ignore while they bleat in public about the oppression of those poor gals in wrapped rags, “over there!”? We will take guns and bombs to free those over there and make Kate just an icon of sexuality and sexual submissiveness to a male ruler? Ah, good old Al the “Kaa-Kaa-ReKalling Katy-did-it” lives in “democracies”, too!
The problem is that Canada’s elite try to hide it by calling the man who tapes the mouth of“Kaa-Kaa-ReKalling Diana through Kate”, “princely”. ...”.

AND

“... in a June 5 column in the National Post, Kelly McParland dared to suggest that (fired Senate Page Brigitte) DePape is nothing more than a zealous, uninformed professional demonstrator. But, McParland is the biggest of hypocrites.

McParland writes that DePape forgets that: “... Democracy is a system in which people get together and vote on who they wish to elect as a government. The party with the most votes wins. Recently, Canada had an election, in which almost 15 million votes were cast for 19 parties, some of which even held views similar to Ms. De Pape’s. The Conservative party won by quite a wide margin. The NDP, a party which considers itself “progressive,” also did quite well.

If the NDP had won, its leader would have had the opportunity to shape Canada’s political agenda, and deliver the essence of its plans in the throne speech. That’s how democracy works. Unfortunately, Ms. De Pape appears not to be happy with the system. Something in it does not satisfy her needs. And what is the outcome of an election involving 15 million voters against the personal views of a 21-year-old student?...”.

What is unforgivable is that a national columnist then says this in her concluding paragraphs: “... Stop Harper? Why? Because an election doesn’t produce the result you want? And in favour of what alternative, a ballot of recent university graduates with strong views?

Ms. DePape says Canada needs a local version of the “Arab Spring.” Perhaps she hasn’t noticed, but the Arab Spring is a revolt by oppressed individuals willing to risk their lives for the right to elect their own leaders. They are willing to die so they can make the same kind of democratic decision that Canada just made in electing Mr. Harper.

Why does she want to stop that? ...”.

Ah, yes! McParland promotes stupidity through arrogant stupidity. “WE have a vote!”, the arrogant “experts” of freedom of speech will write. “WE should be happy!”, when dictatorships appear that exclude the voice of even other elected individuals, because they are not members of Harper’s political party or of the National Post’s self-serving “national interests”. ...

This is an arrogance born out of stupidity that forgets this.

In 2006, Stephen Harper, gained power by a slim minority. This man had bashed the ethics of Liberals who abused our taxes to lure Conservative-elected Ms. Belinda Stronach into a Liberal ministerial position so that they could change the balance of partisans in Parliament. Harper, remember, then used our taxes to lure David Emerson, the Liberal, into the Conservative’s slim fold of that era. Visit my earlier blogs and the “About the Law” at http://TakeBackDemocracy.ca button to understand why the “ethics commissioner” who approved these things was an illegal farce.

But, remember that, across Canada, our “judges” are old Liberals or Conservatives. Then remember that, by July 2007, an old Conservative friend had been promoted into the RCMP’s highest commanding office. This happened in a province called Ontario where the cops, I discovered only in 2007, paid into the same limited partisan pockets as our aspiring-to-be-judges lawyers had. ...

... By 1948, the law was that our voice was to be equal in elected places and especially in places of justice. The citizens would choose. It would not be the right of the partisan Conservative and New Democrat to then set down rules that would take the voice of the partisan or the non-partisan out of our elected places.
Partisans like Jack Layton agreed to the designs of partisans in the hopes that one day even he might rule the Conservative partisan. The rule of the law making our voice equal and the vote merely a selection process for whom we chose to speak for us, at all times, became subject to the dictatorship of partisans. They would tell us how we would be allowed to vote and what we then would have to suffer despite the laws of 1948 and 1982.

Worse, they did the same as the Nazis. They filled our courts with “judges” who paid only to their partisan parties, thereby registering their illegal loyalties. Even worse, they did the same as the Nazis and promoted and protected cops who carry big guns, after first registering where their allegiances lay in the partisan world.

McParland is a not only a hypocrite because she ignores this factor. She is a bigger hypocrite because she promotes that we have a vote while those poor Arabs did not. Google search, lazy McParland! Egypt has had “the vote” since 1924, in their “parliamentary elections”. So did “communists” in the same era. So did the Germans, after WWI.

Egypt has had “presidential elections” since 1956.

So why would those Arabs want to revolt? They had “the vote”, for crying out loud!
Even the small town people of Libya got to vote under the autocracy of Muammar Gaddafi. They got to choose representatives at “Basic People’s Congress” meetings, if they dared to attend once per year.

So why would those Arabs want to revolt? They had “the vote”, for crying out loud!

Even Tunisia held “official elections” every “five to six years”.

So why would those Arabs want to revolt? They had “the vote”, for crying out loud!

Might it be because the citizens in Arabia suddenly awakened to the fact that the corrupt abuse of power had been achieved by the creation of “new rules” that gained powers for those who aligned to agree who could be made dictator, permanent or otherwise? Might it be that, suddenly, the Arabian citizens awakened to the fact that, when the cops carrying guns prospered and the judges ruling that this was allowed were found to be aligned with “the rulers”, then the premise of “democracy” was truly a sham?

Might that be why the protests in Libya started outside court houses because cops and judges had allowed this to rot to the point where the dissidents first were jailed? And then, when they asked for blankets to keep them warm in the cold desert nights, 1200 were machine-gunned down? ...

OH, AND BY THE WAY (added July 13) ... we think that our cops being controlled by Liberal or Conservative lawyers is not a problem? This little nugget from my book that has been added to this blog in the appropriate place...

"... Policing is not an excuse for reuniting old high school buds who have their personal allegiances and prejudices gained from early perceptions of a person’s being.
There are things in my youth I would not do again that I know cops would jump on me for as “criminal activity”. Read the book. There is stuff I did as an adult, as an elected official by 2000, that cops did not like that I would do again. Read the book. Cops then subsequently jumped on me for letters that I would write again. Read the balance of these blogs/essays.
In short, elected lawyer Prime Minister Liberal Paul Martin stayed silent for three months for a letter that elected lawyer Conservative Peter MacKay lauded the day after he received it by email. Cops suppressed MacKay’s commentary as they arrested me. In February 2004, the cops stayed silent to their Conservative side because MacKay was just an elected lawyer in opposition. In February 2004, Mr. Martin, the Liberal lawyer, was in the highest position in the land.
Indeed, my book makes reference to sitting in RCMP Sergeant Steve Arthur’s office in Thunder Bay on August 13, 2004. I had been sent to the RCMP by Nipigon’s OPP because they agreed that I had valid concerns. They were confused by “issues of jurisdiction”, so the OPP said. In August 2004, I did not know the partisan paying implications of the OPP. I had read the law, even international law.
I was astounded after Arthur admitted that he had not really explored the details of my complaint. After all, he said, it was clear that I was asking for Criminal Code charges against many in the Province of Ontario. He was clear that, therefore, this made the matter the OPP’s problem. However, he ventured “the opinion” that I should not be spending my time pushing for charges against Liberal Prime Minister Paul Martin.
Concerned, I clarified that, yes, he had not read all of my documentation sent to the RCMP. I then asked him who in Canada was above the law. Mr. Arthur sat back in his chair and asked what I meant. I meant, I asked him directly, are you, as a cop, even above the law. I was disappointed to hear the man say that it was his view that he could be arrested only if he had done some dastardly deed. Dealing drugs. Violence of any kind.
I eventually registered my concern about this commentary in writing.
In court in September 2004, the Thunder Bay based government bureaucrat, who sent my “offensive” letter to cops, admitted that it was her Liberal controlled head office in Ottawa that pushed for my arrest. ...".

So, yes, simple citizens sent this via email to invite citizens to read this long, long blog that is also going to be a “short” essay in my next book, Democracy Isn’t Sexy. I hope that you will take the time needed to wend your way through the essay/blog that follows. I hope that you do so while starting to ponder this which I say much later in this blog/essay:

When we stay silent to the obvious, princeless Kate’s muzzling and the blatant violation of property and environmental laws by the partisan implicated small town cop, the arrogantly empowered abuse what is not so obvious until it is too late to deal with the arrogantly empowered.

I hope that you, the citizen, read on and then take your own head out of the silt to start on a path to the responsible democracies these arrogant people have illegally taken away from us.

On now to the original blog that stupid activities by the partisan implicated made much longer than it should have ever needed to have become.

Sincerely... Don MacAlpine, a neighbour to a Nipigon, Ontario cop named Ryan Traintinger who stayed silent as Ryan’s personal privileges were advanced while justice continues to be denied to his neighbour.....




Two days before Canada Day, on June 29. I am preparing final announcements. I am taking the regular updating-commentaries that I make at the Just Business book site, my “blog” in the modern vernacular. It has been suggested that these commentary essays get reorganized to go into a book. It will become a series of essays that explain why Canadians, and others, need to stop being so naive. I am proposing to make them available in my small town as Essays that can be read on a Stone Patio. In the summer of 2011, my exercise in democracy continues.
And, yes, I am going to get repetitive, “as all get out”. I learned to say “get out” so that I would not be beaten by religious teachers of language. For them, the word “hell” was forbidden. I am going to get repetitive so that you, the reader, come to understand that this too long “short essay” is nothing in the number of words I have been forced to write to protect myself from corrupted lawyers and politicians who corrupt our institutions of “Justice” through the corrupted institution of “our vote”. Oh, yes, hopefully, through repetition, you, the reader will come to understand that Democracy is not a sexy thing. And silence to the record I made in the last nine years as I read and wrote about the law and rogue lawyers “ain’t responsible democracy”, either.
Life is a parable. I am writing about all of this when I stumble across the CTV National news. It is the night of June 29. Grand Monarchy is in Canada for an “official visit”. A possible King-to-be has arrived. Is it Andrew or William? I am left not caring. To the journalist, it is all about his new bride, named Kate. CTV’s own blabber about what she has worn as she got on the plane in Heathrow and what she wore coming off the plane in Ottawa.
Oh, this generation of my children! No mention has been made in the news cast of where the virginal political neophyte named Brigitte DePape now is. The Parliamentary Senate’s Page who held up the “Stop Harper” sign during the queenie speech from the throne, barely a month before, has disappeared. She is no longer sexy enough. The reality television generation of 21 somethings is a now mob in Ottawa two days before Canada’s day. One virginal lady, who is probably, based on the statistics, not virginal, appears on camera. The commentators say that she says that she is not enamoured with the monarchy. Nevertheless, she is positively ecstatic. She has “touched the hand of Kate!”
Oh that democracy was sexy, but it is not.
The reporters are agog. CTV reports that there are over 1300 “journalists”. They are accredited to point cameras at a Prince who tries to act princely. Meanwhile, it is quickly glossed over that his new bride is told to keep her mouth shut.
Journalism, after all, is not about democracy. If it were, there would have been more than 20 of the same crowd of pitiful “reporters” tagging along with the real and really old Queen of England, short weeks before. Ah, but, no. An old hag is no longer attractive in the “we must stay young and never die!” mind set of too many of us. So, the 13 countries rush “journalists” to spy on the humping honey mooners’ every handshake and bouquet thrown at them. They stay away when the real epitome of where democracy has gone wrong in our world appears on Canada’s threshold for her own old “official tour”.
After all, democracy is not sex, but, only selling sex makes money through good escapism-television. Old hags are not sexy to the hypocritical press. Old-hag, guarded pictures do not make them money. And “democratic” journalism is all about the money that can be generated today.
It is so easy to forget that good propaganda was used to sell the naive in Europe that all was well before all hell broke loose in 1939. It is so easy to forget that, by 1948, the then King of England had signed an official document from the United Nations. Indeed, the current Queen looked sexy as she married her own prince and took over the crown jewels as her father died. Yes, thousands followed her in her own sexy wedding and coronation dressage. Following her father, and remembering the men, women and children who died under the bombs and other things that crossed the English Channel and then the miserable discoveries in Europe, she eventually swore that even she was an insignificant icon in the measure of democracy. In 1982, she signed over Canada’s ruling of its own citizens. That was to happen under constitutional law.
Empowered politicians now act like the criminals who bombed her fair city before Canadians died to end all of these illegal traditions by 1945.
The Prince’s grandmother declared this in 1982. She was following the footsteps of her father in 1948. A United Nations’ Declaration came out of the brutality before 1945. Therefore, her standard for conduct submitted to this concept put into law: it would be the law that would protect the seeds of democracy from anarchy and abuse. It would not be the complacent irresponsibility behind the convenient selling of sex that would be used to lull the populace into thinking that the fairy tale of a Prince in fine robes would eventually rescue them all. Meanwhile there is much forgetting that, like the Prince’s deceased mother, Diana, Kate is muzzled in false pretence to what democracy really entails.
Oh, Lady Di finally understood that Democracy is not a sexy thing. She found her voice and dared to speak out with voice. Will Princeless Kate ever awaken to that challenge and be challenged why democracy should be citizens who goo and gaggle at a Prince who listens to a Criminal Prime Minister and the Canadian Prime Minister’s Criminally appointed Governor General wax eloquent with stupid words or stupid jokes as they welcome an over-sexed couple in front of an adoring citizenry that obviously no longer understands that democracy is not about the sexiness any more.
Ah, yes, this stupidity gives me breathless anger, again and again. But, it is the picture of my father in 1940 Canadian Army uniform that allows me to channel my anger into determination to educate the Canadian, and all citizens of our democratic world, that we have a deeper responsibility here.
True democracy is about the real voice promised in documents approved by the prince’s great grandfather in 1948. It is about a constitution of Canada, signed by his grandmotherly queen in 1982. It is, and yes, this is where the reader must pause to think, about why the images of Harper the Harpy Prime Minister on June 29th and his appointed, partisan-implicated lawyer, named the Governor General of Canada, were to be defined the epitome of criminals in their conduct. That would even be the Prince’s position if the Princeless prince knew anything about the Criminal Code that came home to Canada by 1989.
Oh, Democracy is not a sexy thing. It is about wending your way through the tale of what happened in a small town named Nipigon as Canada Day 2011 rushed in and then passed by. Then the citizen might understand why real Democracy ain’t such a sexy thing.
But, first let us think about this. I wrote this book called Just Business. I conditionally donated copies to educational institutions across this land or their entrenched educators. I revisited one office at Lakehead University’s Aboriginal Student’s Association. I visited the young lad, Ian, at that organization a few weeks after. His concern was that I told stories that were not “independently verified”.
This is stupidity of the highest measure in any democracy. If someone writes about injustice, verify its authenticity. If the story is simply dismissed, we commit the very sin that led to the grandmother of the Prince and Princess wondering if her royalty might survive the bombings before 1945.
Worse, we make the diary of Ann Franks’ insignificant as a sad record of our human history. Ann is that teen-aged Jew from Holland who should have survived the unthinkable had someone listened to the Jewish German business man whose rights were first taken away when Hitler began to rant after 1929. When we use the “verifiable-facts”-excuses that become even like Ian’s, we make even the denial of First Nation’s accounts of residential school abuse and other horror stories of the denial of rights in Ian’s people’s own history our collective, base stupidity.
If you do not think that I write the truth, especially if you are a “journalist” or a politician or even a police man, your job is to verify. It is also the duty of all citizens not to fall silent for the sake of princes versus paupers or dictators versus children of any kind.
Democracy ain’t about exposing the sexy story of Princes and what the Wieners (yes, that American Senator, fallen because his own name epitomized where his brain was defined) do in democratic social circles. It is about exposing the story before the Jewish or First Nation child or business person has their rights taken away, to then have their story ground into the dirt by the boots of those who have taken their rights away.
Aw, but in Canada, too many citizens wish that Democracy was a sexy thing where a somewhat sexy DePape simply holds up a handmade sign and then all of democracy’s problems are, poof, gone! Now that would be a princely tale as good as a tale in the belief that, because handsome William (or is it Andrew? They all look and sound like the same puppets to me) is bonking a gorgeous-female-something, while her mouth is taped shut by invisible powers, all of democracy’s problems will be, poof! Gone!
Ah, but democracy is not such a sexy thing. It is sad that, on Canada Day in 2011, more events in a small town called Nipigon should wake up citizens of Canada to why they should have thrown up as they watched Stephen Harper and his appointed Governor General trying to sell to Canadians that democracy is a sexy thing. Or even Princely at all.
So, to the tale that journalists and politicians do not want to tell because, as in Munich by 1929, insignificant events could be swept under the rug. That was enabled because an anarchist had seized the notion that democracy could be made sexy by making many people think that their world would get better if they just allowed him to become the dictator to their once democracy. The Unsexy Thing About Democracy is that, after 1945, the clear message, even eventually agreed to by a prince’s grandmother, was that the principle of equivalence of all human beings would supercede even the powers gained by the elected, or the appointed of “the queen”.
And, so, as we move into a Canada Day tale in Nipigon that should signify why Canadians should stand up and shout at the images of Harper and his Harpy Governor lauding a princeless equation, first consider this.
By 1939, Hitler began his ravaging rampage because neighbours did not care about what happened to neighbours. Cops relished their self promotions and gains even as the rights of their neighbours disappeared. Lawyers, loyal to the partisans, were promoted by the partisans to become judges. Corrupted judges oversaw corrupted courts which then declared that it was fine that the partisan took away the rights of the citizens.
One small law became insignificant to the cop and the lawyer and the judge and the partisan, first. One small concept of all citizens being equivalents before all laws, forgotten. One citizen, first, denied rights defined as small and insignificant by partisans in power. One mass murderous affair is now mocked and forgotten in princely Canada on July 1, 2011.
My town, Nipigon, is small. But, what happens by that day is the epitome of why Canadians need to heed DePape’s courage with greater depth but to educate themselves to why so many citizens first heralded her and then fell too ominously silent.
I have cops who are neighbours. The one who lives right beside me is named Ryan Traintinger. Ryan’s mother is “white”. His father looks “First Nation” in the books of some. That is because the “white” man Traintinger fell in love with a First Nation lady and spawned Ryan’s father.
This, evidently, complicates Ryan’s perception of what a cop’s first duty is to. We will get to why I say that later. But, the citizens of all democratic nations should think about this reality in Nipigon. And, yes, these are all nice people whom I would dearly love to play some tennis with and maybe trounce their “asses”, in the arrogance of an 18-years-old John McEnroe mind in a 59 year old body. But, arrogance leads to stupidity in the actions from “nice people”. We already listen to the stories of how many “nice people” first became complacent servants to propaganda before 1936. Many were then simply overwhelmed into servile service to the crassness of those who became arrogant simply because they “had the power”.
So, let us pause here. You, the citizen, can go to the “About Don” button at my TakeBackDemocracy.ca web page. There you can get the summation story of my firing by Conservatives in 1982 and what I illegally faced in those “hearings about justice”. That was the year that Canada’s constitution came home. You can read the book Just Business to understand the full details of why I started to know, in 1982, that something was already corrupted in Canada’s democracy. You can read all of the details why it took a politicized arrest in 2004, that implicated the antics of the New Democrats, Conservatives and Liberals, to really educate me. That arrest also led to my discovery that our institutions of democracy bear no more credibility because they are no longer credible under the law. So, yes, the record is there for the journalist and the citizen to educate themselves to, fully.
But that book does not make a record of this base premise of justice and democracy that small town cops and big time politicians have forgotten by 2011. The dangerous reality is that citizens are made so cynical by 2011 that they no longer care.
It is past 1982. I am back to work as a government forester some years after I win my job back. I am late for a meeting in Thunder Bay. A forestry technician named Jean MacIsaac is in the passenger’s seat in a honking GMC version of a modern SUV, Stupidly Ugly Vehicle. I know that I am speeding but, to that date, there has been an unwritten code. Government officials might be stopped by low flying cops but they would not be charged for speeding.
The lights behind me come on. An unfriendly young cop has nailed me with a relatively new phenomenon called a radar gun. I have seen him go by. I have looked down at my speedometer. I know that I am speeding but I am astounded at the speed that he says I was going. I simply say that I did not realize that I was “going that fast!” This young man in uniform is curt. He does not knock down the “official record” that has shown up on his radar gun. I am not only going to pay a fine. I am going to “lose points”.
It is not that I have not been stopped for speeding in my private vehicles before. In that era, there is no such thing as “cruise control”. My size 13 shoes tend to weigh heavily on the accelerator. The cop says that I was going “this fast”. I ask Jean if she thought I was. She did not. We arrive at our meeting even later. I am puzzled why this cop has not just waved me on or let the obvious markings on my vehicle pass me by the “speeding allowed” code that I have had from previous transgressions in these kinds of vehicles. After all, this is not my private vehicle. I am not just a common citizen in this moment. I am a government employee, for crying out loud!
The puzzle ends on the morning next.
Doug Vincent is a Conservation Officer in my government-Natural Resources’ offices. He appears in my office and asks to close the door. Doug has a reputation. It is said that he would arrest his own grandmother if he finds her with too many fishing lines in the water. Then he would charge her with littering if she spat her dentures out in her subsequent fit of rage.
Doug has charged two Ontario Provincial Police (OPP) officers with too many ice fishing lines in the water. Doug has broken the unwritten code, that policing officers are above the law, unless they get really dastardly. I suddenly understand why the young cop was so intense as he wrote me up for my speeding violation on the day before.
Doug asks if I felt harassed or intimidated during the writing up of these traffic rule charges. “Doug”, I said, “I was speeding. I broke the law. I will accept the penalties that are being applied.” He asks if I am certain. He will talk to the Nipigon commander of the OPP if I feel in any way that the charges were made in retribution. I do get the government vehicle checked out for a possibly malfunctioning speedometer, because Jean had said she did not think I was going “that fast”. I end up paying the full fine and losing points.
The point becomes this. Some people viewed Doug Vincent as an unyielding hard ass. Eventually he left the Conservation Officer position because he had destroyed his back. I was Union Steward at the time. I filled out forms to help Doug fight the inside stupidity of management staff. They were trying to screw him out of dollars and sensible treatment. I do not know where he is now but he is a man of the law whom I respected for his position about the law.
And, yes, there is a place for unions in our societies but it is not in the back pockets of the politicians when they hope to strengthen their members’ rights while the citizens’ rights decline.
All laws were to be respected. I respected Doug for that. I respected the fact that the supervisor of Conservation Officers in Nipigon, Lorne Townes, was also rapidly demoted. You see, one of his own Conservation Officers was returning from a rare helicopter flight. The officer knew where Lorne lived. The officer was surprised to see that Lorne had dammed up a small stream leading into an important brook trout creek in the area. The officer was more surprised to see that Lorne had not applied for the necessary permits. Talk to Blake Beange, if you need “verification”. The failure to respect environmental laws got a “supervisor” of law enforcement officers, whose primary duty was to catch poachers, into hot water.
This was only because an officer of the law had the courage to tell his supervisor, “Not even you, sirs, are above the law!” Subsequently, the verdict was that Townes was not above the law. Indeed, he had a special duty to show that he was committed to the respect and protection of all laws.
1982. A constitution arrives in Canada that says this. No one is above the law, any law, even if their official status in our society is “government employee” or even “lawyer” or “politician” or, most ominously of all, “cop”.
So, back to that Nipigon cop named Ryan. Ryan’s sister is married to a cop named Chuck Currie. Chuck and his wife, just conveniently for the family nature of things, live across the street from each other. Chuck lives in his parent’s house where he started his career as a rookie cop. Chuck, when a rookie, entered a bar where my daughter was of legal drinking age, finally. Later I learned that she had under-age friends in the bar with her.
Chuck sat down with my daughter who had chosen a life style that I had not. I chose a drug free life but did not deny my daughter her freedom of choice, when she came of age. Chuck was out of uniform. Still, he was a young man sworn to uphold all laws at all times and to set an example in or out of uniform. Chuck eventually hated my guts because I was an elected official at the time.
I found out that my daughter had abused my trust. She had used my vehicle to trundle her underage friends into a bar. There Chuck then sat and said that he “did not want to know their ages!” I, an elected official at the time, dared to register my concerns with Nipigon’s commanding OPP officer. Chuck faced great heat. He survived because I dared to chastise the commanding officers about their pettiness over an issue that I felt a fledgling officer should only have faced a stern admonition for.
That was before 2000. In that year, I also registered my concern about small town boys being made cops in small towns which they had grown up in. We will come to the significance of that later in this tome of an “essay”. But, in time, you will understand why the respect of small laws is critical, not pettiness, if the citizen is to consider the cop credible in their positions of “protecting and upholding justice”. For us all.
By 2011, Ryan has been beside my house for more than two years. From our taxes, he has gained. He has convinced the town that he needs an, about, 60 foot by 60 foot lot in land that was designated green space by the town. He needs to take the taxes that he prospers by to build himself a big garage to store his bigger and bigger toys in.
Why would he care what happened to a neighbour beside him? Why should he expose that the town’s council he applied to, to overrule the previous town’s declaration that the “green space” would be “green as long as the rivers flow and the grasses blow”, now contained well-positioned partisans who are named Conservatives on partisan listings? Why would Ryan, or Chuck or any other of the gun toters in Canada, put any significance to the fact that Ontario’s cops took tax money, extracted from citizens on the principle that they were especially beholden to uphold our constitutions?
And gave it back to Conservatives.
By 2007, I had protested, officially in writing. Taxed money was paid into the cops’ salaries who then filtered it off into a “police association”. Why would Ryan or Chuck or any of their buds dare to admit that this was a criminal abuse of position? Under the Criminal law they were to uphold, it was a blatant registration of where their illegal loyalties were implied. This was especially true when the same association took those re-filtered taxes and filtered them back into the pockets of Conservatives and Liberal partisans, only. Ah, my restless, breathless anger increased after this discovery in 2007.
However, the rest of the citizenry should wake up and care. This is because, as you will come to understand, a friend in the town of Nipigon was retiring and put their house up for sale. Who viewed the house? Only persons, who make our taxed dollars their new economy, made serious contact. Such is the state of our new economy of our taxed dollars going to prosper too many who have registered themselves as the friends of politicians. By the way, go to the About the Law button at my http://TakeBackDemocracy.ca page. Read the sections of the Criminal Code that make it illegal for persons in positions of trust to seek special influence using “direct or indirect” means.
While it is a tax-paid teacher and a tax-paid medical professional who will eventually occupy that residence, it was another home boy cop who is a good home boy friend of Ryan who viewed the house. That home boy is returning to the Nipigon area under the new unwritten laws of the cops. Their circle of friendship is much more important than the citizen’s rights to unbiased justice. Chuck plays in offices of law that are occupied by high school basketball buds of his. Now the town fills with more high school buds and relatives. Why is this relative to more violations of our constitution? Patience. We will eventually get to that in this wending, winding tale.
This is pettiness, say the citizens of democracy? We will eventually find our way into why it is not in any town in any democracy. But, you, the reader, should start to think more about what I have already said on page 6 of this essay/blog: “... By 1939, Hitler began his ravaging rampage because neighbours did not care about what happened to neighbours. Cops relished their self promotions and gains even as the rights of their neighbours disappeared. ...”. And, especially by cops who are my neighbours.
So, I am going to purposely offend many by asking this: What gives Mr. Traintinger, the cop, the right to apparently be above any law?
Is it his white side? Or his “native” side? Where is his “colour of water” side?
The Colour of Water. It is a book written by James McBride in 1996. It tells the story of his Jewish mother whose family fled Poland in 1923 to arrive in America. They fled the abuse of Jews in that land. It was not much better in America, but at least they were not being blatantly targeted and murdered, even before WWII.
Raised in Virginia, she fell in love with a black boy who would have been lynched if it had been found out that he had impregnated a white girl. A contemptible Jew in the definitions of that deep south racism, she was still “white”. She eventually arrived in Harlem and married a black in the middle of WWII. That was a time when New Yorkers would run mixed couples down and beat the black man to death. She raised 12 children. She refused to define them or herself as white or black. Godliness was “the colour of water”, was her position when it came to race.
So said the laws of 1948 and Canada’s constitution of 1982.
Despite this, black and First Nation soldiers returned to nations after 1945 where the federal government said that constitutions and international law could be made irrelevant by new laws of segregation and discriminating behaviours inside their nations.
So, perhaps Ryan is celebrating some gains made by the years of oppression from his First Nation side in his coloured muddy waters? Is this why the cop who is partly white and partly First Nation, but looks mostly “white”, is then above environmental laws in 2011? And, yes, I am getting purposely offensive here to lead you to another “colour of water” consideration that cops and lawyers and politicians wish all citizens to forget because they get to watch television with a prince and his pauper princess appeasing the silly citizenry crowds.
In 1996, I left government. I worked “for real money” until my arrest in 2004 changed me into a full time reader and writer about law. I used our laws to fend off the partisans embedded in our institutions of justice. As I did so, I worked with Joe Thompson at BZA (Biinjitiwaabik Zaaging Anishinaabek), formerly known as Rocky Bay First Nation in that period of time. I got to know even more about environmental laws.
I also got to observe this that leads me to doubt that Ryan’s arrogance is spurred by either his “white” or his “First Nation” side. I will eventually suggest that Ryan’s arrogance is created from muddy waters that come out of partisan or religious discolourations in his personal background arrogance.
Short months before I was arrested by cops whom I later learned paid only into the pockets of either Liberals or Conservatives, I was in the offices of the Rocky Bay First Nation. I had just been trained by Joe to say “Biinjitiwaabik Zaaging Anishinaabek”, not very well, in a mimicking of the Ojibwa tongue. I was training some young citizens to run a sawmilling business.
Ray Nobis was a handsome, aging brave working in those same government offices. Ray was in hot water. Ontario Conservation Officers were chasing him. He had shot a moose, that was to be shared with the community. It fell into a small lake. Ray did not fulfill his conserving duties. By the time he returned to drag the carcass out, the meat had gone bad. He was being charged under conservation laws. He was petitioning the politicians of his First Nation community, saying that Ontario’s conservation laws should not apply. I watched the great confab that was going on in that small governing office.
The consensus was that Nobis had violated laws that mimicked First Nation ones. I did not follow up the incident to see if Nobis faced the wrath of Ontario courts or equivalent penalties from First Nation rulers.
The point becomes only that, when it comes to laws of equivalent purpose, even First Nations agreed that the perpetrator should face punishment. So, I doubt that it is either Ryan’s First Nation or white side that led to his display of arrogance on Canada’s national Canada Day holiday weekend.
I knew about the rules requiring the protection of stream beds during the construction of logging roads and bridges, or any work near streams before I left government offices in 1996. I learned more during my work with Joe. Indeed, I can drive the highway between Nipigon and Thunder Bay and see the silt barriers in place in dry ditches even as I write this.
I know that such screening is required so that the gills of tiny fishes are not filled. They will suffocate and die before they grow up so that big fishermen can hook them to whack them to death and eat them. If too much silt, even momentarily, enters their streams, the science shows that the little fishies die. In fact, that law about protecting fishy habitat was in place before I left the coffee klatches of government offices in 1996.
Talk to Joe. As his First Nation struggled to gain enterprise in the logging industry, I was called in to deal with more than one incident. First, my old cohorts at the MNR (Ministry of Natural Resources) were trying to make Joe’s operation responsible for a road that was improperly ditched. My documentation for that incident showed that a railway company had pushed material. A big corporation had created a situation the year before that violated fishy habitat rules. It was not Joe’s company, we established by fighting back. Government officials had sat on their butts the year previous. They then tried to nail the struggling First Nation business with the sins of the big corporations.
Joe did accept responsibility for a contractor who had violated the rules during the reconstruction of a bridge along that road. However, he also had pictures of a big company’s, with the name Buchanan in it, logging bridge that violated these very rules. I sat in a meeting where Joe chastised government staff for chasing his First Nation vigorously. Meanwhile, the same bureaucrats stayed silent to a situation, created by a rich logging company, worse than the one that Joe’s own small company was being indicted for.
I had to show up on another case where it was the irresponsible actions by a company, named Buchanan, that had led to extreme spring-time erosion on a Gorge Creek hill. And, yes, I wrote snotty, foully worded, angry, reports on these blatantly racist actions by my old government cohorts. They were offended and I did not give a damn, just as I do not care if the reader does not like the word “damn” in anything they might read.
I am no longer a child in school. “Hell” and “damn” are words, not legitimate reasons for shutting listening down with the excuse that your sensitive eyes or ears are offended.
The worst kind of censorship is the censorship of words that express the frustrations and emotions of those who are pushed down and oppressed. And, yes, sometimes I take the time to listen to “offensive rap”. I then explore the history of the artist to try to understand what leads them to disrespect the feelings of others or just to have a need for their angry words.
The worst kind of censorship is the censorship of words.
I am glad that First Nations are finally making gains. I learned more lessons about the arrogant stupidity that comes from politicians who think that our vote makes them the law. Yes, you can read my own story of where trees were pushed over and buried by a business competitor. When the civil servant gets to pick and choose where and what laws will apply when they create the situations that result in the law being broken, then we are nations in deep crisis, if we really believe in the promise of democracy. Read the book to understand this.
It seems that a neighbourhood cop named Ryan has forgotten this, despite his First Nation roots: the current Queen of England directly ruled Canada when my uncle went with First Nation soldiers, like Lawrence Martin, to Korea. Yes, that action was supposedly undertaken to protect the principles signed on to by 48 united nations in 1948.
Mr. Martin returned to his First Nation roots to this sad fact. If he stayed on a reservation and was loyal to his First Nation roots, he would not have the right to vote. First Nation men did not gain the right to vote until 1960. First Nation women were considered below First Nation men and denied equivalency for, how much longer, Mr. Traintinger and friends?
Despite the 1948 law, the partisan lawyers would say that traditions should prevail. They would even write new laws to enforce it in their part of the world. In the “democracies” of the United States of America and Canada, this allowed racism to prevail and apartheid to rule. This happened despite international laws and constitutions that said we are all the colour of water.
So, when will Mr. Traintinger and all of his cohorts carrying guns awaken to this legal obligation? We are all equals, so the laws say that even the Queen said she would defer to as “a queen”. When will we learn that the “colour of water” applies to all forms of discrimination that may appear in front of us? That promise was made even when the violation is one perpetrated by offices that some Canadians worship as the epitome of “moral behaviour”.
Apparently, despite my father putting on a Canadian Army training uniform in 1940, because, like Hitler was to Germany, the dictatorship of a monarchy is the will of their gods, Princes are above reproach. They define “moral behaviour” because they are appointed by gods?
The lesson from the saddest period of our history, so we are told, again and again, was that the worst kind of censorship was the censorship of words.
Go back to that June 29th CTV news session. A major amount of time was spent during that late night news broadcast on this report: Canada’s troops were leaving a combat role in Afghanistan. I do not watch this news. I simply listen as I cook and clean in my kitchen.
Canada’s troops are leaving this oppressive nation. The imbedded reporters do the last sweeps of a village. The big news is the subsequent torching of a large cache of marijuana. It is torched because it is supposedly a source of revenues for warlords and Al the Kaa-Kaa-ReKalling Katy-did-it. There is no discussion as to where and how those dollars flow from. There is no identification of the nations whose citizens are so cynical about the simple joys of living that smoking dope and doing drugs is now more lucrative than filling the gas tanks of nation-touring SUVs. Or just sitting on the lawn relishing the sun. Or the rain.
Escapism from reality. Aw, that democracy was about endless sex. Then the whole nation might end up reading this blog? Ahhh, but democracy ain’t a sexy thing!
Oh, we will get to why that burning of dope is relevant to even small town Nipigon’s small town cop named Ryan. But, for now, think about why democracy is not sexy.
Canada’s troops are in a nation where they are supposedly freeing and protecting oppressed women. There, many walk in fear with shawls wrapped around their faces. The stupidity to all of this is illustrated by that adult child from my own children’s generation.
Remember she who gushed because she had touched the hand of a princess named Kate?
We will send troops to Afghanistan where the religious addiction to old tribal traditions demeans and silences women with wrapped cloth? We will stay silent as Kate walks off a plane wrapped in the riches gained from English tribal traditions and is silenced by what? Tape on her mouth? Or English tribal traditions? Ah, good old Al the “Kaa-Kaa-ReKalling Katy-did-it” lives on in “democracies”, too!
Why do Canada’s Prime Minister and its Governor General and the nations’ cops stay silent to the obvious implication that comes from an English white girl who is muzzled by “rules of tradition” that Canada’s Prime Minister and governor general ignore while they bleat in public about the oppression of those poor gals in wrapped rags, “over there!”? We will take guns and bombs to free those over there and make Kate just an icon of sexuality and sexual submissiveness to a male ruler? Ah, good old Al the “Kaa-Kaa-ReKalling Katy-did-it” lives in “democracies”, too! The problem is that Canada’s elite try to hide it by calling the man who tapes the mouth of “Kaa-Kaa-ReKalling Diana through Kate”, “princely”. Do you understand now why I do not care if this stupid “prince’s” name is Andrew or William or Al or even Tom?
Oh, democracy is not a sexy thing while many wish that it were! If it were, Hitler would rule us and his girl friend would simply be a token of the state of power that the man hoods desire.
Or are we already there when we think about how cops behave in small towns across our nations?
Back to July 1, 2011 in small town Nipigon and why I dare to challenge the true colours of not just a cop named Ryan. I am going to challenge what colour of partisan flags he and his cohorts operate under when it comes to our laws. Are he and his cohorts, as Doug Vincent implied, obliged to all of our laws? Or are our cops being protected as they break constitutional laws that are to protect all citizens from cops who align with partisans?
Yes, you might want to go to that “About Don” page at the http://TakeBackDemocracy.ca web site. You might want to start to think about what I had found by February 2007. Ontario’s OPP give to only the Liberals or Conservatives when it comes to redirecting our taxed dollars back to the politicians.
So, do Ryan and his cohorts pledge allegiance to the Liberal side of the red partisan flag that his associates paid to register their preference for, into 2009, the last time I bothered to check? After all, the Liberals have ruled the Province of Ontario for nearly 8 years now. If the cops want bigger guns and more powers, or maybe even protection from the laws of the land, it is astute to register your allegiance with the partisans! Ultimately, they control appointments into Ontario’s courts, while controlling Ontario’s purse strings.
Or maybe Ryan and his cohorts wave the blue flag of the Conservative partisan side? After all, this is the big party in Ottawa that tells all Canadians that it is the government of Canada. It will, therefore, do to 3 out of every four Canadians what 1 out of every 4 Canadians seemingly say the Conservatives should be free to do.
This is only true if we make the Conservatives the equivalent of Hitler’s regime and allow them to appoint their friends as Commissioners of our police so that the police can then do no wrong. This is only true if we make the True Blue Conservatives the equivalent of Hitler’s regime and allow them to appoint their friends, as the Red Liberals did, into any of Canada’s arrogance, called our “courts”.
All of this is only true if we put any credence into our corrupted “vote” anymore. But let us not get into that. Read the book. Or visit the http://TakeBackDemocracy.ca page. That page came out of the illegal elections that I tried to enter again starting in 2006. As an “independent”.
Where is Ryan’s, and his cohorts’, legally-required-mandate to be clear of even the implication of partisan-paid linkages, especially when carrying a gun? Where is the legally required mandate for Ryan and Chuck and their commanding officers, all of the way up to now “elected” former OPP Commissioner Julian Fantino, to have the proof that their blood is the colour of water when it comes to “partisanship”?
Think about those partisan colours as we enter the part of a small town tale that some will say is pettiness when it is really a sad demonstration of how arrogance leads to stupidity when it comes to even our cops’ duties to any and all laws. Oh, yes, the good old environmental town folks may cry “Fowl!” as we enter the photo essay part of this essay. But the chickens should not come home to roost until the whole story behind the cockiness of these roosters is told.
Pettiness? Start to think about more than the media’s grand reporting that a great Prince has dragged his muzzled bride on a leash across Canada. By July 5, they are flying into Canada’s Northwest. There, they will use the propaganda of appearances to muzzle 250 years of what distant queens and kings did to allow apartheid-genocide to prosper across this nation these two sexy people now trundle freely across. Or, at least one sexy guy, who gets to speak freely while his little woman is allowed only to promote the propaganda that, because she is defined as “pretty”, false “democracy” can be defined as sexy too.
We are told that democracy is the best venue for governance. Words are to make people accountable. So, before I get to the pictatorial part of this dictatorial essay, let us review this other fact in my recent life.
May 31, 2011. Ryan’s commanding officer appears in my driveway. I have written a warning letter. I continue to warn why what is happening next door to me is not pettiness when we remember our history. After all, a year has passed since I sent my first direct warning directed at Ryan Traintinger, the cop and his cohorts. That event is made a detailed record of in “my book”. A quick summation is appropriate here.
In May 2010, I have been dragged back into an Ontario court room. I am responding to “court documents” placed before a judge. My opponents, named on those documents, are Provincial Ministers. They are Liberals. I am direct to this “judge”. I warn him that I have a right to impartial justice. I demand that this judge reveal if he has ever been affiliated with a political party. This judge refuses. He has position. He is above the citizen. He, therefore, is arrogant to the rules of partisans that have invaded my nation. I warn the man that he acts with complete indifference and disrespect for what my father’s generation endured.
I find the man’s name, later, on Liberal donation records. I find more OPP “association” donation records to the same political party into 2009.
On my way home on that day, I witness the abuse of a First Nation man by Thunder Bay Policing officials. I already know that their “association” has a record of donating to Conservatives in Ontario. The elected whom these cops donate to is one lawyer who is very distant from Thunder Bay. Ernie Eves, the Conservative, becomes Premier of the Province. The intent has been obvious.
I write a letter to Ryan, Chuck and their commanding officers of the day. I make a record in my book about this. I dare to write how the record for Ontario’s policing agencies, giving to these same politicians, who promote their own to be judges, makes Ontario’s police no better than the pre-1945 Nazis.
So, a year later, Ryan’s newest commander is in my drive way. “There is a civilian’s complaint process,” says the commander about my letter. I snort at this. I make a verbal record of my already-written findings. These “civilian” committees are full of lawyers and partisans. The “civilian” partisans are appointed by the partisans who have created these “commissions”. I warn that this is conduct that is no better than Nazis.
I point to the young officer who stands some distance away from his agitated commanding officer. I warn that the redirection of even only one dime from that officer’s pockets, whether direct or indirect, is a violation of the Criminal Code. I want this stopped, I warn. It is not his job, says this commanding officer, as he tries to shove brochures at me that tell me about the “public committee” process. I sternly warn that, because he is insisting that I use a process full of partisans, he is acting like the Nazis did before 1945.
“Are you calling me a Nazi?” he angrily asks at one point in our conversation. I suggest that he needs to read my book to understand why I dare to say this. He angrily spits back that he has no such obligation and he will not. So, later that afternoon, I write to him and the ultimate commanding officer in Ontario, the OPP Commissioner, who took over from Julian Fantino.
Fantino is now a Conservative elected into Canada’s Parliament on a “get tough on crime!” agenda. Fantino was in command as cops gave taxed money back to Conservatives, and sometimes Liberals. But to no one else.
Think about that for a moment and about a protestor named DePape.
The question Canadians should be asking is why DePape did not hold up a sign saying “Stop Fantino!” She said that she was concerned about Harper getting only one vote for every four Canadians who were eligible to vote. In the 2011 election, Fantino garnered 38,533 votes in a riding said to contain 123,096 eligible voters. That means that a cop, protecting coppers who gave to Conservatives, still got less than 1 vote for every 3 voters in the riding he will say that he now rules. DePape should think about that math because it is a scarey alignment of coppers with politicians who have dirtied our democracy. These are politicians who now applaud princes who use pomposity to justify taping the mouth of a lady from a “democracy” while killing others in other nations for doing the same.
So, do not wonder why I write on May 31 to the Nipigon coppers’ commanding officer and his current Commissioner: “... think about the level of arrogance your local commander showed today.
When I suggested that he read my book to educate himself to why I will not back down from your arrogant policing officers, his response was what? He is “not obliged to read (my) book!” And, this, sirs and madams, makes him no better than the Nazis of 1936.
Follow the commands of the empowered and the appointed. Do not educate yourself to the complaint of the citizen who says that their rights were violated by partisans. Obey the new laws passed by the partisans, especially if they favour your own position. Obey even orders from partisans in politically charged matters, as happened to me in February 2004.
Obey without thinking and educating yourself to the whole situation?
This arrogant attitude, sirs and madams, makes you no better than Nazis. ...”.
Democracy ain’t sexy. It requires us to recognize when we should collectively gather to use our voices to say “Mayday! My democracy is in deep, deep trouble!” It is in deep trouble when our cops, lawyers, politicians and judges think that they are above our laws, any laws.
So, is it piddling to make a record of what transpires with my neighbour Ryan as Canadians prepare to watch fire works to celebrate Canada Day and then go away, assuring themselves that they live in the “greatest nation on earth”?
On to that pictorial tale I have been promising you will lead to why a story of what transpires in Canada before, during and after Canada Day 2011 is really not a piddling affair.
By June 29, a local has delivered me firewood. I am a forester. I try to think ahead 80 years in minimum measure when it comes to futures for generations to come. I need to think months ahead on how I am going to heat my humble hovel in the cold Canadian winter months. The trees are barely finished leafing but I cannot leave this too late. Bill leans on his truck when he returns with another load. He is astounded when he comes back.
Ryan’s saws have sawn into the “green space”. A machine has pushed and piled. It is clear that my warning letters to Ryan and all of his friends carry no merit in their eyes. I roll my eyes at Bill while asking him if he had not seen the public’s invitation to comment on the town council’s desire to reward a local home boy with some public green space.
Bill knows something about the process. He worked for the town’s utilities services when I was a town councillor. He and I have a level of respect for each other. I do not expose my desire to internally roll my eyes when he expresses his measure of how this would be right or wrong. If the young lad is going to spend the rest of his life in Nipigon, then this should be a good thing, says long, white-bearded Bill.
I am only helping Bill unload firewood. He has already told me that he is behind in his work. I do not explain why this is civilian naivete that is dangerous if the whole story to how it relates back to 1945 were exposed, listened to and understood.
Patience, early reader. Yes, another tale of what happened in a period of a week as Canada’s grand celebration of Canada came and went by will hopefully do the simple math for more simple citizens in my nation. And others. Yes, this essay will eventually answer why I dare to implicate Mr. Traintinger and his personal conduct, and the conduct of his superiors. Yes, the citizen will hopefully awaken as to why this small tale is an indication of why Stephen Harper, who calls himself Prime Minister, and other illegally entrenched “leaders”, will eventually resign or face Criminal Code charges.
Oh, that is a harsh statement coming from a small town citizen. But, listen to this small town story. Then you just may begin to understand why I dare to speak so rudely in writing.
Hmmm. Does it take simple math to wake up a complacent citizenry?
Just before Bill arrives, I go to check my bank account. My small pension deposit has been reduced by 10% from what was deposited the month before. If this rate of decline continues, it will only take 10 months and a pension that had been “performing” will disappear. I talk to a friend who notes that the jittery markets are destroying the hopes and dreams from the hard work of common people.
Let me ask the citizens to think about this as they get further into this last blog for this book’s site. Will the big bankers and the big politicians who enabled the current economic global crisis take similar declines in their pocketed salary? Will they take a salary of zero as people watch their investments made worthless?
Because of what did this economic decline come? A failure for governance to keep business honest.
Why do citizens forget that this all started in 2007 while George Bush ruled America? His philosophy? Big Business can do no wrong. Governance through government is all wrong. Let Big Business rule themselves.
This is convenient for big business people who want to be the equivalent of the princely Donald Trump who treat themselves like princes and muzzle their wives. Oh, democracy is a scarey thing if we think that it would be sexy to have a man with Trump’s hair trumping the buttons that rule the arsenal of misguided “democracies”.
How did this man Bush gain power in 2000? Despite gross irregularities in a Florida vote count, a court, dominated by “judges” who were old Republicans, declared Republican George Bush as the new President of the United States of America.
I dare to suggest that governance that cannot be trusted cannot create a business climate that can be trusted. Worse, I dare to suggest that governance, that does not ensure that a completely impartial institution of justice exists, leads to cops who think that, because partisan implicated “legal professionals” say that “this is so!”, they are above, first, the piddling law and then even the Criminal Code. Yes, more breathless observations.
But, back to the pictorial essay.
By July 1, 2010, the once pristine green space seen from my backyard was now a cleared lot. Yes, what is now only to the left of that first picture (July 01 (photo #) 01) was once trees that went completely down to the end of the lane behind my house (July0103). On June 29, I watched Barry and Janet walk by. They did not see me in my backyard gardens. Barry muttered aloud. He did not sound like a happy man.
On July 1, Barry not only muttered about what the muddied lot now looked like. He pointed to the property stake and new ditch that the back hoe working for Ryan had created. (July0104).
Who had worked on the back hoe? Allan Clearwater. In small towns, it helps to have connections. Allan is the son of Nipigon’s main newspaper journalist, Glena.
I suggest that you visit my June 16 blog. That blog registers why I have much contempt for my small town’s council and small town journalists. That blog makes a record of the background to a 2008 fiasco. In that year, town council played with the safety of town water for the sake of taxed money.
So, before we get further into the muddy grounds of Ryan’s, that just might now be close to mimicking what my great uncle and First Nation men beside him struggled through on the murdering fields of the first “Great War” meant to protect principled democracy, I bring you these considerations.
Reeve Richard Harvey was elected as “Reeve” in 2006. I had concerns about the town fathers being silent as they eagerly took taxed money from bigger politicians while the big politicians denied me real justice. So, being a once town councillor, I talked to the Reeve shortly after that election. He seemed like a fine man in that conversation. He insisted that he had been approached by an unnamed political party. They had wanted to sponsor Harvey in his run at the highest position in town. He said that he had refused on these grounds.
He felt that it was extremely important that small town politicians carry no implications of being partisan in their politics. Impartiality was important to serve small towns effectively.
Think about that. If this is a suggested standard for small town politicians, why is the legal prerequisite for our courts and policing forces to so be, impartial that is, denied to us?
Why? Because power goes to the head of these stupid people.
Reeve Harvey proved himself a hypocrite by the second official “town council” meeting. I sat and observed. He did not mount a copy of Canada’s Constitution and its promises to the people. Instead, he insisted that every meeting have the flags flying and the Queen’s picture on the wall. Then he insisted that the town council change his official title from Reeve to Mayor. This was because, in Canada, “Reeves” are generally people in Southern Ontario who rule over farming townships, which Nipigon once was. Lowly Reeves were considered, in the status of the political mind, to be below towns’ Mayors. So, one of the first orders of business revealed this man’s hypocrisies. He wanted to be called “Mayor”, not a lowly “Reeve”.
My heart faded when I sat in a room of “democracy” and witnessed this arrogant stupidity. Power breeds arrogance. But, it is our law that is to protect us from that.
By 2009, this man was cooing about Stephen Harper the Conservative. This was because Stephen was going to give Richard’s hands big wads of taxes. This would happen if Harvey and all stayed silent to what one citizen in Nipigon said was criminal conduct. Yes, by then I was warning that the silence of Nipigon’s elected to what had happened to one small town business man was a repeat of what had happened in small towns across Nazi Europe.
By the fall of 2009, the true colours of this Reeve spilled forth. He had eagerly run into the arms of the Conservatives as the election fever war drums began to mount that fall. Reeve Harvey still had over a year to finish his elected position that, in 2006, he declared should be an “impartial one!” Oh, power is a heady thing!
Declare that it is right to deny the economy, and, hence, right to life, for one unaligned business man. Declare that the courts shall be denied that man who declares that the laws of human decency have been denied him. Declare that the taxes, that would free the courts from monetary excluding factors, must be used to build grand architectures. Reward and promote those who protect this farce. If you do not understand this summary paragraph, read the rest of the story in the book.
Aw, yes, Glena Clearwater, the journalist, received copies of my communications to this town’s council. She stayed silent. She eagerly reported Harvey shaking Harper’s hands in grand congratulation. A stone project could be built while the building of corrupted justice and institutions of governance was silenced. She eagerly promoted that a small town Reeve was going to be a federal Conservative candidate in a pending election. She eagerly slammed his petitioning sign onto her snowbank during the April 2011 federal election.
So, good son Allan dug that ditch that Barry, the retired teacher, stood pointing at, while muttering in loud protest about it. Barry mumbled aloud the day after he had snorted at the appearance of the muddied garage lot of Ryan the cop. Allan, the good home boy, gets paid, at least part time, by town taxed dollars. Sometimes he is on a town back hoe, I have heard. Barry muttered because Allan had dug a ditch that was obviously outside the property marker (go to that picture, July0104).
Now, I have bought and sold property a number of times. Yes, I eventually served on town council after I bought in Nipigon. Yes, I sat in a town council public meeting where we discussed property law. Yes, I had to confess on that day that I had not consulted that law when I had built a shed in 1987. As we discussed the plethora of potential violations that the town’s engineer and Public Works Supervisor anticipated, I confessed that my shed actually trespassed onto town property. I knew that it would have to be moved to conform. I pledged to do that in that meeting before I left town council in 2000.
Read the book. By 2000, you will read, I had entered a world of business where the Liberal and Conservative partisans practised the arrogance of Reeve Harvey. If you read the book, you will understand why, by 2002, I could not afford to do anything on my property. I was battling to protect my honesty in business from the corruption in Canada’s institutions of governance and “justice”.
However, I do know a bit about “property law”. I do know why Barry was gesturing. A ditch had appeared outside the property line of Ryan’s acquired garage lot. In public documents, the town’s green spaces were to be invaded by only 60 foot square lots. So, having allowed one for Ryan, on what legal grounds could the town refuse my, or some other residents’, applications? This being the case, why was a drainage ditch, benefiting only Ryan, now outside Ryan’s property line and onto public land?
Barry muttered. I giggled behind his back as I dug in my gardens that late July 1 evening.
So, a man employed by the town had dug a ditch into “green space”. The implication was that the town had approved it or that the town’s part time employee had decided, on that holiday day, that he could do what he wanted. This arbitrarily added another 5 feet on one side of Ryan’s property to increase the value of a muddy lot now owned by a cop.
Start doing the simple math, simple citizens. Read the book. It relates this fact that Ian and others could easily verify through court submitted documentation.
On February 7, 2003, I begged a court clerk to allow my application for civil justice to be filed for free. Despite obtaining a $36 million dollar six year contract for my stone to be sold into the USA in 2002, the antics of Conservatives and Liberals and New Democrats had bankrupted me. I had no money by that day. It was the bureaucrats and the partisans who had done this to me. I had finally read our laws that they had crassly broken. I was into courts on my own because of “new rules” made by partisans.
The book records that the Conservatives had declared that, because I was ‘self-employed’, I could be denied legal assistance through our taxes. My book records that, despite the fact that elected lawyers were named on my documents, these elected lawyers used the tax coffers I was denied to send more highly paid lawyers into my fray.
They had also made it a rule that, if the citizen did not pay a $157 “filing fee”, the citizen’s pleas for justice could be stopped by a unionized court clerk. Just conveniently, she was also paid from the same taxed coffers.
So, in May 2010, Ryan and his commanders and cohorts were warned by me to consider this. I had found those cop donations into Liberal and Conservative coffers by 2007. I had warned by 2007 that this was criminal conduct. I had warned that the cops were required under the criminal code to be seen as completely impartial. I had warned that they were also legally required to uphold the constitutional principle that we are all “the colour of water”, even when it comes to financial, or social, status. Otherwise, I warned, the politicians and the lawyers would pick and choose which citizens they would and could bankrupt and not care about.
It not only matters if Ryan, the cop, gained only $157, taken from the court pots that would have allowed my court application to be free. What does matter more is that Ryan the cop, and his supervisors, were warned to consider the depth of the criminal conduct when my application of 2003, naming Conservative party members and the party itself, appeared before a “judge”. Helen Pierce was tainted through her paid alignment with Canadian “Conservatives”.
What matters most is that a supervisor of Ryan appeared in my driveway on May 31, 2011. He said that neither he nor Ryan had any obligation to educate themselves to all of this.
Go back to about page 6 in this blog/essay: “... By 1939, Hitler began his ravaging rampage because neighbours did not care about what happened to neighbours. Cops relished their self promotions and gains even as the rights of their neighbours disappeared. ...”.
Then go back to about page 16. As I wrote sternly to the Nipigon detachment’s commander and the Commissioner of the OPP on May 31: “... Follow the commands of the empowered and the appointed. Do not educate yourself to the complaint of the citizen who says that their rights were violated by partisans. ... Obey without thinking and educating yourself to the whole situation? ... This arrogant attitude, sirs and madams, makes you no better than Nazis. ...”.
So, my other more distant and aging neighbour named Barry mutters about what he sees and stays silent to what he cannot see? Our nation expresses horror at the image of “those women” in Afghanistan whose mouths are shut by the cloth over their faces? My nation stays silent to the rules of a Queen, whose picture a Canadian Reeve posts as the venerable dictator over all of us and of how all shall be? Oh, grand hypocrisy in this where a “Queen” declares that the rule shall be that, because Kate is only married to her princely grandson, she shall not speak! There is no tape visible on Kate’s pretty little mouth that the prince’s pursed lips seize so that 20 somethings can swoon, wishing that this prince was theirs to bonk in the rich and royal bed?
Oh, but Democracy ain’t no sexy thing! The lesson should be that, yes, even the dictatorship against a sexy being should be stood against or we all become “those neighbours” who refuse to bow to the Conservative-donating cops who gain property because Conservative-aligned Reeves and councillors (read about Conservative implicated Levina Collins in my June 16 blog) think that they are above our laws because they can take our taxes and reward the good cop who stays silent to all of this. The image in my brain as my breathless anger floods forth once again? Of my father in a 1940 Army uniform.
The ominous lesson is that the gun, controlled by the friend of the partisan, first starves or beats the individual who protests, directly. And then, if Barry dares to protest, he is told that the Conservative Reeve and councillor are “the law”. And if Barry dares to protest more loudly than his silent muttering to his wife and distant trees, he enters dangerous grounds where he might be offending even the cops with guns.
Ironically, on July 1, Barry and wife depart. Barry is still obviously agitated, mumbling onwards as he limps down the side lane. Ironically, I work on in the gardens. On what was a fairly windy day, it is now calm enough that I hear a tree fall in the back woods. This is common in my neck of these woods. It still has some trees that were killed by a budworm infestation in the 1980’s. More were killed in a tent caterpillar infestation in the 1990’s.
So, if a tree falls and an aging “professional forester” hears it fall, does it matter at all?
Does it matter at all if princes are worshipped as they stay silent to the invisible tape they have placed over their wives’ mouths, despite the promises by 1948? Does it matter at all if cops fell trees so that their personal advantage is gained while they stay silent to the felling of the rights, of neighbours beside them?
And, what of our elected’s responsibilities in all of this?
Barry has muttered but missed the natural falling of the trees. Nipigon’s town council has two implicated Conservatives who become criminal in their exercise of influence, from an elected position that helps them to reward a Conservative-paying cop who will stay silent to what has happened in the hypocrisy of perceived “justice”, despite the lessons to 1945. Silence prevails as to why the principle of “majority rules” needs to be protected by politicians and their partisan registered cops and judges. Silence falls to the legal principle that these are people who are forced to recognize that the silencing of the rights of only one citizen is criminal, given the history before 1945.
No, democracy is not about “Majority Rules!” If it were, we would be ruled by a Hitler who declared that the minority Jews could be singled out and murdered by majorities.
Democracy is no sexy thing. It is responsible respect and protection of the founding laws because of what Hitler did before 1945.
Barry is only a citizen. Ryan is not. Ryan is a cop. Like the cops that Doug Vincent charged, the cop cannot pick and choose which law they will silence. They are also to set an example to all citizens.
It is the politicians that the cops paid to and the lawyers who paid to the same politicians who silence what Barry might mutter more about if he knew about more than the image of a muddied ditch outside a property line. This is a ditch dug by a fine, likeable home boy named Allan. But it is still a dirtied little ditch dirtied by more than the clay it sprung from.
Oh, I was on town council when Glena’s son Allan formed a partnership with “Butch” (Richard) Kovacs. Kovacs was even promoted to a supervisory position in the town’s Public Works department when I was on council. The only other business person in the town, Reeve Bruce Atkinson, and I opposed an application from the town’s works department.
Butch, the entrepreneurial Canadian, had bought a back hoe. He wanted the town to rent his machine when additional machinery was needed by the town. A private contractor, named David Thompson, protested, loudly. His protests brought Jimmy Nicols, a local aggregates operator with similar equipment, on side. Bruce and I, the only two business men on the five member town council, agreed with David and Jim.
Being paid from taxes and being in a full time position with the town gave Butch job security which the private contractors did not have. This, Bruce and I noted, allowed Butch to come in with, predictably, “the lowest bid”. The other three councillors at the time, Larry O’Neill, Greg Harper and Doug Huntus were all good union members. They lived on cheques that came in regularly from big businesses. Bruce and I battled with these three who wanted the majority view to prevail. Larry expressed the view that Butch’s bidding was simply an indication that hard work gained many rewards. I expressed the view that greed can sometimes supercede what is right.
Bruce and I warned that what Butch was doing was wrong under law. Indeed, the conflict of interest legislation was only part of this. It was wrong to use position to gain while the private business tax payer suffered. As I recall it, we established that Butch’s machinery would only be engaged so that Allan, who did not work at all for the town at that time, might be employed as a last resort. Both David and Jim had to be approached first, regardless of their “pricing”. If they were unavailable, only then could Butch’s machine be engaged.
After all, the price of democracy is that position is not abused to the gain of those paid from our taxes while the taxed person’s rights decline. This included the right to impartiality when it came to business. And, we warned, the law protected Jim and David from the abuse of position by Butch and his friends on town council. That was before 2000, 18 years after Canada’s constitution came home.
You might want to go to my June 16 blog, Educating DePape ... . There you can read about the state of mind with the small town’s current council when it comes to muddied waters that might even have killed some of the town’s people.
Next, wend your way through the 2011 complicated geometry that appears on Canada Day in 2011. Allan Clearwater appears in the muddied garage lot of the cop named Ryan. He is a town employee on a machine owned by a town employee. Ryan has approached Conservative members of town council to change the rules which gave mumbling Barry forests to walk by, days before. Ryan is a cop who has sent senseless cents via his policing association to go to the good Conservative faction.
He did so under the rule of now Conservative fed named Julian Fantino. Fantino, Ontario’s highest cop at the time, is warned, by me in 2007, that this is criminal code conduct.
Ryan applies for his personal gain. This is allowed by taxes dragged out of anything I might buy that might be taxed, because I refuse to respect income tax laws. Yes, I make an “official record”. every year, why I refuse to file income tax reports, every year, after 2004. Taxes go into Ryan’s pockets. He cares not if his neighbour had no $157 to fight this corruption starting in 2003. “Majority rules!” is the attitude of the arrogant who become arrogant because they are empowered. They care not that their neighbour’s father put on the uniform of the Canadian Army, preparing to die to stop the anarchy that began as partisan boots marched over Jews and dissidents because “majority rules!”
James Foulds is a third council member on the council that Ryan approaches. These are all “nice people”. So were most of the town councils in Europe who became overwhelmed by partisan boots because they stayed silent to the first wrong perpetuated against citizens in their midst. James is a good union man. James chose to run in the last Ontario provincial election as a New Democrat. James was warned by me to be careful about his personal duty, given my discoveries by 2007 for Ontario’s public service unions.
As in Germany of old, the sins of the corporate brothers and sisters implicate the sins of the union brothers and sisters. By 2007, I dared to warn Mr. Foulds, I had found that employees of Ontario’s bureaucracies, even from the bureaucracies of “justice”, had taken a half million dollars of taxation. These taxes came, originally, from citizens for the sole purpose of paying for unionized staff-salaries. Some of this money went where? Into the coffers of the union. From there, they raced into the coffers of that great federal socialist party, led by Jack Layton. Foulds then chose to run for the provincial branch of that same New Democratic party.
So, Mr. Foulds gets warning letters from me, repeatedly. He is warned that, because his socialist party sees this redirection of taxes to their personal benefit as “right”, this does not make it right under the law. I warn that, because Ryan’s police “union” is called an “association”, so that lawyers can say that it is not a “union”, the OPP association is also not above the law. I warn Foulds and all of his friends on council, and Ryan, that the New Democrats are implicated by the redirection of taxed dollars from the pockets of tax-paid court clerks. Dirtied by this, I warn, Foulds has a legal obligation to stand against the gains made by cops, or anyone, who pays to Conservatives or Liberals who promote the advantages of the cop or the court clerk while the citizens’ rights decline.
Foulds aligns with the Conservatives on council because the implicated will not stand up against the implicated lest they be arrested too. Ryan, the implicated cop gets the green space that otherwise good neighbour of mine, Barry, mutters about being muddied. But, Barry, and others in this town, will get a hard copy of this blog. Will Barry and others commit the sins of our history, and stay silent to the silent crimes that are not made so obvious because they are not mud? Or blood? Or tape across the face of a lady some call “princess” in a nation where Canadian blood spilled so that a sexy prince and princeless princess might marry one day?
Or might Barry and others stay silent because Democracy ain’t such a sexy thing? Might they fear that getting their hands muddied might implicate them as potential targets in the sights of those who have illegally gained via our vote, even small town cops?
Barry mutters about the obvious he can see but does not step off the comfortable, gravelled lane. I do. And I do so knowing that a fourth member of town council is named Gordie Mackenzie. Gord is a “professional forester” by real trade. He went through the same forestry school I did, after all. I knew Gord when he worked in government and industry forestry offices.
So, if the tree falls in the town’s forests and is cut before it falls, what is an elected “professional foresters” duty?
Poor aging Barry has bad hips. I do not fault him for standing on a gravelled lane and muttering aloud. I, however, walked off the lane. I was careful to stay off Ryan’s newest acquired property gain so that I would not be violating “trespass” law. If Barry had walked with me on July 1, he would have seen this. Lucky for Barry, I did have a camera. He can, eventually, let his fingers do the walking to where the pictures will be doing the talking. Eventually, the pictures referenced here will be at the “Downloads” page of my book site (they became available on July 11 at the “Pictorial Essay” link at http://JustBusinessTheBook.com). He should trundle on down to picture numbered July0107.
That picture is especially good when we remember that brave Doug Vincent dared to say, decades ago, that even cops and bureaucratic supervisors could not pick and choose which law they would respect. July0107 illustrates three laws Ryan and his town-employed friends (yes, I dare to say that Butch is also implicated by his machinery participating in all of this) chose to blatantly ignore.
First, this is a back ditch to protect Ryan’s garage from runoff. That must be one big honking garage for the boy cop to toy with. 60 feet by 60 feet is apparently not big enough, someone decided. By July 7, it is clear that Ryan’s garage will be big but not as big as the big lot he evidently needed. We will get to that later.
The problem becomes this. The town advertised that these lots were to be cut into the declared green space in only, about, a 60 feet by 60 feet swath. Look at the picture July0107. That back ditch is, like the side ditch Barry mumbled about, outside the property markers. A later picture will actually verify this for the doubting Thomases.
So, property boundary laws were violated by who? The town’s fathers (and one Conservative implicated mother named Levina Collins), who told Ryan he could enter declared green space, beyond the property line stakes? The town engineer, who apparently did not care about his duty to the safety and rights of all residents? Or was it that a sometimes, or maybe all time, now, town employee gained more from taxes Ryan-the-tax-paid-copper? Ryan would redirect more taxes from Ryan’s taxed salary into poor Allan’s poor pockets. As I watched Jimmy Nicols expensive trucks come and go, it was also clear that many others in town would see Ryan’s generosity with taxed dollars. Meanwhile, Ryan, and all of the partisan folds in town councils and in the town’s business stayed silent to the denial of justice because it was only against “one citizen”.
Ryan was above his duty under the law to protect the citizen. Even Allan got paid by good cop Ryan. So, eventually either decided that they could do as they wanted, despite property law?
In any event, the property lines on the left side of Ryan’s “property” pushed 5 feet further into “green space”. The back of “his” property needed to expand another 20 feet into the destroyed green space, that is supposedly “public property” that is the duty of “public employees” to think about. Let’s leave the right side of Ryan’s expanded enterprise for now but recognize that a private lot became an excuse to expand into public property and destroy “green space”.
That is property law that was abused by someone who told a town that these lots would only be 60 by 60. But, what about other laws?
If you look at the bottom of that ditch in picture number July0107, you will see lots of lumps of clay. Start to think about those laws of conservation that Conservation Officer Doug Vincent used to nail two cops who cared not about conservation law. But, for now, let me leave you pondering the relevance of lumps of clay in the bottom of that questionably located, based on property laws, ditch. Just start to think about fisheries laws.
For now, look at the tree stump in that picture July0107. It is, for those who do not know trees, a very healthy, fairly young Poplar tree. So, now it is time to ask not only what gave Ryan the cop the right to step across a property line to cut that tree? The question also becomes: was this “good forestry practices”, that elected “professional forester” Gord MacKenzie pre-approved?
I do not think that Gord knew what went on here. However, if there were even an indication that he was involved in this prescription, I would castigate him for his conduct as a supposed “professional forester”. And here is the reason why.
In the early months of 2007, I wrote to Nipigon’s town council. I warned that a fire prone forest was being created behind my house. In 2000, the town of Beardmore faced evacuation because budworm-killed Balsam Fir trees had died, fallen over and created uncontrollable fire conditions. I wrote, proposing to reduce the fire risk behind my house by taking out the dense Balsam Fir that were fire prone even if not dead. Jonah Dupuis and Hoss Pelletier were the only two members on council who showed up for an on-ground explanation of what I was proposing to do.
In the same letter, I dared to castigate that council because they were proposing a “no-cutting” by-law for private properties. I showed Jonah and Hoss the dangers of allowing a forest to grow that was not really that natural. Read the book. It gives the full forestry lessons on why I say that. The science is that Poplar stands are one of the types of forest that wild fires peter out in, in most cases. This is because of the clean boles, shade and cooled ground conditions.
In contrast, the needles of Balsam Firs will flame up like gasoline in dry weather. Dead, dense clumps of these trees become a fire waiting to happen. Town council stayed silent as I began to fell fire prone Balsam. It became my exercise regime. I cut and felled and replaced the Balsam with young, less fire prone White Pine.
And, yes, I felled one or two Poplar trees. With my forester’s eye, I could see the ones that were declining and less desirable than their close neighbours. Rather than letting them die, I did fall some younger Poplars that were too crowded together.
But, I would like Gord, the elected forester, to tell me what allowed Ryan to expand his property rights into the town’s green space to fell healthy trees. Oh, I do not object to Ryan felling unhealthy trees, if he had any real rights to this property, given all of the laws that I will eventually get to. If you look at the picture numbered July0105, there is a rotten birch that was fallen. So, what. Indeed, Ryan and gang ended up felling two dying Birch trees that bordered the lane and were too close to hydro lines. So, if he had rights to the property, maybe he could have fallen some “danger trees”.
However, if you look at picture July0105, he felled healthy Poplar that were once in a zone declared “green”. And, if you look really hard at picture number July0106, you can see the stump of a healthy Poplar that was nearly sixty feet from Ryan’s “property line”. Meanwhile, the dense Balsam Fir, along all edges of this property, remains.
This happens in an era where this town’s council wanted to once ban cutting for appearances sake in 2007. By 2011, a raging forest fire has burnt homes in a town called Slave Lake, Alberta. In a complete swing of stupidity, the Nipigon Town Council talks in 2011 about cutting all trees down for great distance from the town.
Stupidity spawns stupidity when democracy is made subservience to a queen who puts clear duct tape over Kate’s pretty little mouth. A Reeve, who mounts the head of a queen and then does not encourage rational discussion from all quarters and talks to only those people he wants to listen to, is no leader of democracy. Because Democracy ain’t sexy, it is critical that more than just the “legal professionals” be consulted in all things democratic.
Even less relevance should be put in the head of a queen who tapes the mouths of those who marry into her royal, ass of nine, oops, asinine, family. But, when Reeves mount queens so that they become neighing Meighers, it is not democracy that breeds.
Accountability in our forests. That is why we, supposedly, hire “specialists” like foresters. They are to look at a situation to say what is in the public’s best interests, in the long run. So, my question remains, for the fourth member on town council, what forestry excuses excuse these excursions by the “cops who become arrogant” beyond their property lines to cut healthy, fire resistant trees?
And then I dare to ask government bureaucrats, some who once worked with Doug Vincent on fisheries related issues, what change in the rules for protecting little fishies allows a cop named Ryan to get away with what First Nations like Rocky Bay were jumped on for decades ago?
Go to the picture July0108. It is taken from near the mouth of that back ditch dug by a town’s “employee” in a private machine. It is full of clay and clay clods on July 1, 2011. And, on the right side of this property (picture Jul0109)? The property corner stake is barely visible (I mark it in a later picture). It is to the left of that cut healthy Poplar stump. Ryan or gang evidently decided that it was not good for Ryan that the public land outside his property line was also not flat. So, a town employee named Allan pushed and pulled material so that it fell into or perched near the edge of a ditch that would pour muddied water into a deep, natural ravine.
No big deal, you say? It is the job of professional engineers and foresters to make certain that all laws, environmental ones included, are respected. Lorne Townes, that conservation officer whose tale I referenced earlier, learned the harsh lessons from blind arrogance. It is the town employee’s responsibility to ensure that the person in charge of knowing what is needed to protect these considerations is consulted and the rules dealt with. Even inside a town’s boundaries.
That once local contractor named David Thompson? Ask his still-in-town brother named Bernie what happens when fisheries laws are not respected. Bernie faced great heat for construction he did on the stream that Ryan’s ravine eventually joins up with. Brook trout rehabilitation was the big buzz back then.
It is the cop’s role to prove that they respect all laws, even those related to saving little fishies. So, what has changed since the days of Doug Vincent and Lorne Townes and Bernie Thompson? Have new rules been written to remove the town council and employee from ultimate accountability? Or has a level of arrogance entered the realm of the elected and their selected that leads to stupid arrogance?
If you read my June 16 blog, I would dare to suggest that it is complete arrogance that leads to such stupidity in the small and big things in our nation.
It becomes relevant to think about the fireworks that then showed up on July 1 in Nipigon. There is much relevance to what should have been thought about if cops and councils and town employees did not think that they were now above our laws.
Think on those pictures of the clay soils exposed on Ryan’s precious lot. Think about the lumps of clay sitting on the bottom of Ryan’s ditches (July0109). Think about all of those silt fences and straw bales that are required to meet environmental law on the silly little, most-of-the-time-dry ditches between Nipigon and Thunder Bay.
Then remember that Ryan’s ditches flow down that steep slope into a ravine. That ravine now flows past the old Catholic school that Ryan once went to. That school was the location for an expensive, demonstrative “fish rehab” project, paid for by our tax dollars.
When Ryan was tiny, this stream was significant. The old sign still stands beside that rotting school where the expensive lookouts and interlock-brick-paved trails rot. We will eventually get to those pictures. Now that Ryan is a cop, this stream is evidently no longer significant. It eventually flows into Clearwater Creek, which is not named after the town’s citizens who muddy the waters of what Democracy really is.
And, it ain’t at all sexy, especially when it comes to the muddied waters coloured by partisan politics that citizens don’t want to see, even if the mud is in their face.
So, a big pot of clay now sits where green forests, that the town’s folks had agreed should remain forever, once stood. Clay sits in the bottom of Ryan’s illegally placed ditch, made illegal if the reasons for the green spaces for towns were respected. More clay is exposed because Ryan wants flatter land. He trespasses onto public property to not only expose more clay and silt. He also cuts down the big, healthy Poplars which once slowed the pounding of rain onto these once covered clay soils now below.
It is past 10 o’clock on the fading night of Canada Day 2011, 2200 hours to the cop and the conservation officer. I do not care if the celebratory fireworks continue into the evening. I have my own work to do. I plan on being up early. I look at the weather forecast at Environment Canada to start to arrange my Saturday gardening and other work. I do a “Hmmm!”
You see, there are reasons for environmental law. It is supposed to protect little fishies from all probabilities. On July 1, the probability is nearing one hundred percent. There is a massive front of thunder storms sitting off the end of Lake Superior. The centre of the storm looks wicked. There are deep pockets of red on the radar that indicate severe thunder storms. I go to the Nipigon page for this federal agency. Usually if severe thunderstorms are expected, a warning is posted. There is none. However, it is clear from the radar and the direction that the storm is moving that the eye of this storm will pass over Nipigon.
I do my rough calculations. I anticipate that the storm will arrive at about 1 in the morning. I close all windows and batten down the hatches.
It is 1:10 in the dark. I have been awakened, more by the heavy rain and wind than by any lightning. The intense lightning does not arrive until later. Water is flowing down the streets. The front ditches are filling. Then the free fireworks begin. I am worried that the hydro might go out or a lightning strike might hit and damage the computer. Otherwise, I would have gone “on-line” to see what the weather radar now showed.
The noise is too great. I will not be able to sleep. So, I take watch at the windows. I watch my dry water feature do its job. It fills with water which will slowly leak off to water my parched trees. I see fireflies, sitting on the ground in the heavy rain. They are still diamonds in the dark in my gardens. On the remnant patches of lawn in my front yard, there are hundreds winking, despite the downpour. The rain pours for nearly a half hour. The fireflies wink on at each other. This is sexed bugs having sex. It is not democracy. It rains more lightly for an hour before I retire to bed. I am older. I know that there has been over an inch of rain fall in that one hour.
In the stupidity of federal leaders, the “weather station” for the Nipigon area is actually located about 20 kilometres to the north, at an abandoned town site called Cameron Falls. I have noted the discrepancies in Nipigon’s precipitation reports in the past because of this. The Cameron Falls station reports “0.6 inches” (1.5 cm.) in the period when the storm passed over. I measure my containers that I set out around my gardens every night. There is just under 2 inches (5.1 cm.) of rainfall.
This is why silt mats are normally required on any construction sites. I know what I will find.
Sure enough, Allan’s ditch is full of water (July0201). Seven hours after the rain ended, the flow is almost gone. This does not surprise me. After all, it has been a dry season so far and the trees would have soaked in the rain. Still, the ditch is full because Ryan’s new culvert plugs the ditch where the ditch once flowed freely.
This is public property. This small ditch was cleaned out years ago after a neighbour and I complained after a rainfall event like this. The lane had flooded and water had run down through my yard and then my neighbours. In one rain, it eroded lane ways instead of running down the back laneway ditch. Now the home boy cop, who is above all laws, apparently, creates a cesspool where before there was none (July0202).
It also appears that town employees have no idea of what happens when clay gets wet. Despite the lessons that should have been learned from the incident that I talk about in my June 16 blog (tainted water from a clay slump along the Nipigon River), the town’s employee piles Ryan’s clay right to the edge of the ditch. In the rain, it slumps and slides down to block the culvert (July0203).
I have not had a problem with water through my yard, this time. This is because I learned from the last. I bermed the back of my property to prevent water flowing into my yard from the laneway. Still, 7 hours after the rain ended, a lane way that I have not seen remain flooded for such a long period of time is full of water (July0207)
The new back ditch that was full of clay before this rain? It is swept clean of “silt and fines”. Most of these fines will already have flowed past the rotting lofty decks at a closed Catholic school. Those decks were to be used to teach little humans how bad this was for little fishies. The running water has eroded the mouth of that back ditch that pours down into the stream bed (July0204) towards that stream that goes by the school that Ryan and his friends went to.
(July0206) On the day before, I walked in the ravine's bottom. It was dry. After this storm, the water still runs fast off the hill that is behind Ryan and my houses. The ravine, that leads from a hill where a popular trail to a bald spot overview of the town is located, is as full as it is in spring time run-offs.
But, town engineers and employees are to think of that in the engineering of things. In this small town, they do not. I later walk down town on the street that is infamous for washing out. Called the Wadsworth Hill, by some, it is where my son sped down the hill on his bike, proud to be finally riding solo to wherever. He hit the washed out shoulder so violently in that year that he ended up in the hospital. He was barely 10 then. He is now 33. So, I take a picture of that severely washed, again, roadway (July0306).
I was forced to take some road engineering when I was in university, training to become a forester. For nearly a quarter of a century now, on this hill, the town’s engineers have not been able, so it seems, to get the simplest of engineering into practice. “Crown the shoulders so that the water actually runs down into the ditch. Direct water to run so that it does not run where it will damage the road bed.” On this Wadsworth hill, the path of the water is easily traceable in the washing tracks it makes from the top of that hill. The rush of water starts at the top of the hill down a poorly defined ditch.
Our “professionals” and the town employees below them are, doing what? Making certain Ryan’s newest property is high and dry?
This Wadsworth hill is a hill that flows into man-made ditches where the silt hits various barricades or slow spots before dumping into any real stream. Ryan’s hill does not. All of those spots to the right of Ryan’s official property that perch at the top of this ravine (July0105)? Ryan’s gang does not care that the natural filter that existed on public property at the top of this ravine disappeared the day before this rain. Silt, from his construction site, swept down this slope into that stream that flows by the school that was once Ryan’s.
Yes, these cops should be lauded when they put their lives on the line. But the propaganda must end that they can then make themselves above the law and can pick and choose whatever law they will respect.
Arrogance breeds irresponsibility and stupidity. The clods return. Allan returns with the machine. By the evening, I am watching the weather channel reporting. Unlike the Environment Canada site, the private broadcaster at least records what the probabilities of thunder storms are. This close to the big Lake Superior, pop up thunder storms are not unheard of in this heat and humidity. That weather channel allows a 10% probability of a flash storm.
I visit this weather site because stupid clods have piled the clay up so high that the back lane culvert is now completely buried under clay (July0301). The clods have pushed clods into the mouth of the ditch dug for Ryan who does not care that the clay will run off into the stream that was the focus for the rights of little fishies when Ryan was a little home boy. They have even pushed debris over the embankment so that it is mere feet from the waters that still are running from the rains of yesterday (July0302). And, they have pushed more clay into Ryan’s off-property back ditch. The next big storm will not only wash clay off the slope on public “green space”, created by the arrogance of cops and town employees, and sweep it away down this “ditch”, as it did the day before (front part of July0303). It is now refilled with more clay, pushed off the property of Ryan (back part of July0303). There was, luckily, no rain on July 3.
Before we get much farther into this diatribe, let me make note of this. Oh, I have researched the name, Ryan Traintinger. I read a report from November 30, 2010. Ryan and a driver of a highway sanding truck, Vic Lesperance, saved a passenger. The man was calling out for help from a transport that had slid off the highway into Lake Nipigon. Both Ryan and Vic were nominated for an award handed out by Ryan’s OPP.
I know that these cops put their lives on the line. For all I know, maybe a small town hero needs to be given whatever he wants.
But, my question then becomes, why is Vic Lesperance, whom I also know as a nice man, not being given the lot behind me to build his own garage on?
In deeper irony, my brother named Malcolm, who lives near Chatham, Ontario, received the very same award that Ryan’s commanders are recommending for Ryan and Vic. Years ago, with no one else around, my brother pulled a young lady out of an overturned van that was already on fire. He got her to safety just before the van’s gas tank exploded and the vehicle was destroyed. He received an award that some would consider piddling. We were proud. He did what was right with no cops around.
So, my next question then becomes, why is Malcolm MacAlpine, whom I also know as a generally nice man, not being given a lot behind me to build his own garage on?
Aw, yes, maybe Ryan deserves an award for risking his life. Unfortunately, this is what the cop is paid for. They are given guns so that they stand up for the rights of the citizen. They are not given guns to either take away the life of a crazed citizen who has only a knife. Nor are they given guns to protect their own with silence or to ignore the fact that the politicians, that they have paid money to, have removed rights. Even if it is the rights of only one citizen.
Unfortunately, our cops are paid to put their lives on the line. They are constantly barraged with criticism about split moment decisions they must make. Indeed, in the hours before Ryan’s heady construction began, police in Quebec were still in the CTV’s gun sights. Quebec coppers had killed a health worker as they sprayed a homeless man with bullets. Immediately, protest marches arose. Why had the cops not subdued this man via other means? He was only wielding a knife after all, said the friends of this homeless man.
Therefore, we should pause from this small town story about a small town home boy who is now a cop to think about what became the main criticism in Quebec. The public is angry. Cops from Quebec’s police force are investigating the incident. “Cops friends are investigating cops’ friends, again?” is the cry into the media.
This is in Canada. This is in a nation where, by 2009, the public acknowledgement was that the RCMP, Canada’s highest policing service, should not be investigating their own when it is alleged that their own may have done wrong.
So, why are officers in Quebec, a province inside Canada, still investigating their own?
Worse, why are coppers who donate to politicians now the very people who refuse to deal with Criminal Code complaints with these politicians who abuse their positions of power?
Power breeds arrogance. Arrogance breeds stupidity. When arrogance is allowed, overwhelming stupidity prevails.
Quebec was one of the first provinces to make this rule about democracy: if you are not allowed to register a vote, then you could not sponsor politicians. This rapidly removed the paying from unions and corporations and policing associations into politicians’ pockets. It took years before this simple rule was applied in Canada’s federal agency. In Ontario, entities that have no right to place a vote, still redirect taxes into politicians’ coffers.
Why? Because the constitution, as it was in the United States of America, and the international law of 1948, as it was in the United States of America, have been made irrelevant.
The province or state could declare that “the majority” wanted new or old rules to prevail over the rights of the citizen. Racist states could allow their apartheid to continue. Racist provinces could be given control of all natural resources that treaties said would be shared with First Nations in Canada. In Ontario, the cop could still take taxed dollars in 2009 and give it to the partisan, despite the lessons to 1948 of the ramifications of allowing backroom, registered friendships like this to infiltrate our institutions of justice, and even “our vote”.
Oh, it is difficult to make the right decision to save a life in difficult circumstances. I am not going to judge Quebec cops for what happened in that province. I will dare to speak out against processes that continue despite the promise by 1948 because of the historic lessons to 1945. And, I will dare to ask why if, by 2009, the legal opinion became that cops should not be investigating cops, then why does it continue anywhere in Canada where the feds are ultimately responsible for upholding international and constitutional laws?
Worse, why does the implication of a lack of impartiality in our institutions of justice, including the policing branches of these “esteemed institutions”, continue?
The answer is simple. Democracy is not sexy. It is easy for the simple citizen to see when a cop literally muddies the waters for his personal gain and does so in open contempt of environmental and property laws. It is not so easy to see the dirt behind actions that partisan lawyers and “judges” have made in alignment with their partisan buds.
There is lots of mud thrown in our Parliaments between partisans but none about the muddied waters of partisans taking over our institutions of justice. This is because all of these partisans want power, not the responsibility of real democracy.
So, they stay silent to a small town cop, implicated by back door donations. Like Sexed Up Kate, they tape their mouths shut to the implications of a small town cop who carries a gun, implicated by cops’ donations to Conservatives. Like Princeless Princes, it is all about appearances, not about the fact that Ryan, the Conservative implicated cop, appeared in front of implicated elected Conservatives who are out to prove that they can do no wrong. Because, by god, they have positions of power!
Oh, yes, Ryan is my neighbour. I know from my daughter, who is about Ryan’s age and knew him in high school, that he is basically a decent man. But, the record is that decent men stayed silent to what happened to their own and their neighbours.
Read my book. Yes, in May 2010, I warned Ryan and his copper friends that they needed to clean up their corrupted policing force. I made record, in a letter sent via Ryan’s commanding officer, that I had faced a “judge”. Another promoted lawyer was hearing an action against me started by Liberals in power. I had faced 9 years of this abuse of power and privilege. I knew that the statistics were that these promoted “judges” were 99.9% implicated by former memberships in the partisans’ parties who had then promoted them.
I warned Ryan and his buds that this “judge” I had faced was implicated in donation records to the same Liberal party that I was challenging in a Canadian institution of justice. I warned Ryan and all of his copper friends that their own donations to the same Liberals tainted their legal requirements under our Criminal Code. I did not use these words but I dared to ask how Ryan and his friends could prove that they were the “colour of water” when it came to the citizen facing abuse from any partisan.
In that same letter, I summarized an incident where partisan-donating Thunder Bay cops had done the racist thing to a First Nation man. I dared to challenge how Ryan could accept that the “new rules”, made by partisans, were right for a man who had been promised, first in treaties, then in international law and then in a 1982 constitution, that his blood was the “colour of water”.
Ryan stayed silent. Was it Ryan the “white” or Ryan the “First Nation” who chose this silence? Or Ryan the Conservative? Or Ryan the Liberal? Or Ryan the religious?
We will eventually be to why I dare to raise religion as an issue here.
Back to, what laws do the arrogant have to comply with? Go to picture July0405. I was hoping as I wrote this on July 7 not to drag this out much further with pictures showing where Ryan and friends dumped and pushed more materials into a ravine where the muddied waters flow past a religious school that Ryan once went to. We all know that, after the record of abuse from priests and ministers against children of all races, that “morality” is not defined through religious afflictions. I do eventually end the pictorial part of this essay with that question.
But, for now back to these questions. Unlike the standard set by Doug Vincent and the example made of by supervisory Lorne Townes, which law does Ryan get to ignore?
Does he get to ignore the too visible property law? The black arrow in July0405 shows that Ryan knew that it was illegal to disturb an official survey post. It remains perched, high and dry. It shows how much clay was hauled or rained away from this once green space that is now a “garage lot”.
But which colourful side of Ryan respects property law for survey posts but fails the consideration of deeper laws that Ryan, the white, or Ryan, the First Nation, seems to have conveniently forgotten? Or Ryan the Blue, Conservative, that is. Or Ryan the Red, Liberal that is. Or Ryan the good Catholic. Oh, we will indeed get to the latter, eventually.
Oh, that demonstrator Brigitte DePape could be hired! She appeared in Canada’s Parliament to protest the violation of laws that she does not understand but senses are being violated when a good religious man, who gains only one in four votes, is made a dictator in Canada. However, is she a “professional protestor” or a responsible citizen? This has yet to be shown as it is yet to be proven by the bevy of silent Canadians and Americans who claim to be for responsible democracy.
You see, in a June 5 column in the National Post, Kelly McParland dared to suggest that DePape is nothing more than a zealous, uninformed professional demonstrator. But, McParland is the biggest of hypocrites. She promotes the opposing propaganda that DePape tries to legitimize with one small sign. McParland says on June 5 that Brigitte DePape, the professional protestor, () has been educated by the likes of the University of Ottawa.
Well, Canadians, and Americans, need to wake up to the role of a free press that violates our right to unbiased reporting that deals with the small facts. This leads me to wonder which “journalism school” educated McParland.
McParland writes that DePape forgets that : “... Democracy is a system in which people get together and vote on who they wish to elect as a government. The party with the most votes wins. Recently, Canada had an election, in which almost 15 million votes were cast for 19 parties, some of which even held views similar to Ms. De Pape’s. The Conservative party won by quite a wide margin. The NDP, a party which considers itself “progressive,” also did quite well.
If the NDP had won, its leader would have had the opportunity to shape Canada’s political agenda, and deliver the essence of its plans in the throne speech. That’s how democracy works. Unfortunately, Ms. De Pape appears not to be happy with the system. Something in it does not satisfy her needs. And what is the outcome of an election involving 15 million voters against the personal views of a 21-year-old student?...”.
What is unforgivable is that a national columnist then says this in her concluding paragraphs: “... Stop Harper? Why? Because an election doesn’t produce the result you want? And in favour of what alternative, a ballot of recent university graduates with strong views?
Ms. DePape says Canada needs a local version of the “Arab Spring.” Perhaps she hasn’t noticed, but the Arab Spring is a revolt by oppressed individuals willing to risk their lives for the right to elect their own leaders. They are willing to die so they can make the same kind of democratic decision that Canada just made in electing Mr. Harper.
Why does she want to stop that? ...”.
Ah, yes! MacParland promotes stupidity through arrogant stupidity. “WE have a vote!”, the arrogant “experts” of freedom of speech will write. “WE should be happy!”, when dictatorships appear that exclude the voice of even other elected individuals, because they are not members of Harper’s political party or of the National Post’s self-serving “national interests”.
This is an arrogance born out of stupidity that forgets this.
In 2006, Stephen Harper, gained power by a slim minority. This man had bashed the ethics of Liberals who abused our taxes to lure Conservative-elected Ms. Belinda Stronach into a Liberal ministerial position so that they could change the balance of partisans in Parliament. Harper, remember, then used our taxes to lure David Emerson, the Liberal, into the Conservative’s slim fold of that era. Visit my earlier blogs and the “About the Law” at http://TakeBackDemocracy.ca button to understand why the “ethics commissioner” who approved these things was an illegal farce. Remember how the depth of cynicism grew across this nation where, once upon a time, over 70 percent of its eligible voters went to the polls.
But, remember that, across Canada, our “judges” are old Liberals or Conservatives. Then remember that, by July 2007, an old Conservative friend had been promoted by Harper into the RCMP’s highest commanding office. This happened in a province called Ontario where the cops, I discovered only in 2007, paid into the same limited partisan pockets as our aspiring-to-be-judges lawyers had.
Ryan, an Ontario cop, is not paid by our taxes to protect opinion. Yes, he is paid to protect the right for even high-fluting McParland to express her opinion. His obligation is, however, to protect the law.
By 1948, the law was that our voice was to be equal in elected places and especially in places of justice. The citizens would choose. It would not be the right of the partisan Conservative and New Democrat to then set down rules that would take the voice of the partisan or the non-partisan out of our elected places. Partisans like Jack Layton agreed to the designs of partisans in the hopes that one day even he might rule the Conservative partisan. The rule of the law, making our voice equal, and the vote, merely a selection process for whom we chose to speak for us, at all times, became subject to the dictatorship of partisans. They would tell us how we would be allowed to vote and what we then would have to suffer despite the laws of 1948 and 1982 and 1989.
Worse, they did the same as the Nazis. They filled our courts with “judges” who paid only to their partisan parties, thereby registering their illegal loyalties. Even worse, they did the same as the Nazis and promoted and protected cops who carry big guns, after first registering where their allegiances lay in the partisan world.
Ironically, I did not find McParland’s June 5 commentary until July 4. Ironically, the National Post had updated CTV’s temporary late-June euphoria on that day. Stock markets had rebound in the week previous because Greece had signed on to the “eurozone efforts” to bail out that nation. By July 4, the same newspaper was noting that “... Credit ratings agency Standard & Poor’s cast new uncertainty on ... eurozone efforts to rescue debt-crippled Greece by warning it would treat a French bank plan for a rollover of privately-held debt as a default. ... The threat abruptly ended a relief rally in stock and bond markets after Greece adopted a new, tougher austerity plan last week ...”.
Despite the efforts of “government”, the private still rule us, they will prove. They will prove that dishonesty in business still allows them to protect their riches. Dishonesty in business? It shall be only the poor citizen who shall suffer!
This is an arrogance born out of stupidity that forgets what I have already said.
“... Ryan is not paid by our taxes to protect opinion... His obligation is ... to protect the law. ... By 1948, the law was that our voice was to be equal in elected places and especially in places of justice. ... Worse, they did the same as the Nazis. They filled our courts with “judges” who paid only to their partisan parties, thereby registering their illegal loyalties. Even worse, they did the same as the Nazis and promoted and protected cops who carry big guns, after first registering where their allegiances lay in the partisan world. ...”.
McParland is a not only a hypocrite because she ignores this factor. She is a bigger hypocrite because she promotes that we have a vote while those poor Arabs did not. Google search, lazy McParland! Egypt has had “the vote” since 1924, in their “parliamentary elections”. So did “communists” in the same era. So did the Germans, after WWI.
Egypt has had “presidential elections” since 1956.
So why would those Arabs want to revolt? They had “the vote”, for crying out loud!
Even the small town people of Libya got to vote under the autocracy of Muammar Gaddafi. They got to choose representatives at “Basic People’s Congress” meetings, if they dared to attend once per year.
So why would those Arabs want to revolt? They had “the vote”, for crying out loud!
Even Tunisia held “official elections” every “five to six years”.
So why would those Arabs want to revolt? They had “the vote”, for crying out loud!
Might it be because the citizens in Arabia suddenly awakened to the fact that the corrupt abuse of power had been achieved by the creation of “new rules” that gained powers for those who aligned to agree who could be made dictator, permanent or otherwise? Might it be that, suddenly, the Arabian citizens awakened to the fact that, when the cops carrying guns prospered and the judges ruling that this was allowed were found to be aligned with “the rulers”, then the premise of “democracy” was truly a sham?
Might that be why the protests in Libya started outside court houses because cops and judges had allowed this to rot to the point where the dissidents first were jailed? And then, when they asked for blankets to keep them warm in the cold desert nights, 1200 were machine-gunned?
Oh, no! I assure you that daring to expose what may be piddling to some should be a wake up call to many, even if it only comes from one small man from a small town in Canada called Nipigon.
You see, a cop named Ryan in Nipigon is legally obliged to think about all laws to prove that he carries a gun in respect for all laws.
Arrogance becomes the elitists who say that, because we have a “vote”, we are in a democracy. Ignorance is the citizen who buries their heads in the silt and the sand to hide from the reasons why one citizen protests loudly. Irresponsibility is silence to what happens to even the neighbours of cops.
When we stay silent to the obvious, princeless Kate’s muzzling and the blatant violation of property and environmental laws by the partisan implicated small town cop, the arrogantly empowered abuse what is not so obvious until it is too late to deal with the arrogantly empowered.
Must I engage a “professional protestor” like Brigitte DePape before my voice is heard? Would she appear in Nipigon to protest the visibly obvious before it would be covered up?
Would DePape stand at Ryan’s property post sign and explain why her sign has been changed from “Stop Harper” to “Stop all of this!”, if she is indeed a responsible citizen? What colour of water would DePape stand for with her stop sign if she stood in protest over that corner post marked in black in picture July0405? What colour of water does Ryan think his gaining of more property for his person only protects?
The drums from an Ontario town called Caledonia? There First Nation protestors dared to challenge that whites illegally abused position and power to take away property for centuries. So, does Ryan simply exercise his First Nation blood to defy all other laws beyond the one that gives him a gun? What of his legal obligations to uphold the rights of all while allowing untainted justice to reach an untainted resolution? Does Ryan defy the small laws because, by god, the evidence is rampant that Liberal and Conservative Prime Ministers, after Canada’s confederation of 1867, decided that the treaties could be made insignificant so that the majority rights of those whites would prevail? Does Ryan choose silent protest to the harsh history of the subsequent rot, even recorded in my book for the KI-5?
“Indians” were jailed by Ontario’s Liberals. They eventually faced the same judge named Paddy Smith that I had faced. I had warned Smith in December 2003 that the elected and appointed lawyers were acting like the criminals of Nazi Germany. By December 2003, I warned Smith that the Liberal lawyers were as implicated as the Conservative lawyers in this illegal behaviour. Smith appeared to rule against me in a matter where I began to call elected Liberals and lawyered Liberals “criminal”. Smith’s unique nickname “Paddy” appeared on Liberal party listings in the year that he was promoted to become “a judge”.
Smith appeared to rule against First Nations. They were put into jail by Ontario’s Liberals, as the Conservatives wanted done in Caledonia short years before. By the time Liberal Smith had jailed more “Indians” on behalf of Liberals in governance, I had pointed out the Conservative tainting in the “judgements” rendered in arguments against the “Indians” in Caledonia.
Wake up, Brigitte DePape et al! This abuse of power and privilege has been going on since 1867, when the Princeless Queenie of the day deferred some powers to Canadian Liberals and Conservatives.
In Ontario, as in Germany, Libya and those other “Arab Nations”, the complaining citizen faced “judges” who had paid allegiances to partisans whom the judges then said were a law unto themselves. Despite treaties, property laws, intended to define sharing in my nation, fell. Despite constitutions and Criminal Codes, cops dirtied by partisan paying can then push the dirt into the ravines (orange arrow in picture July0405 and the actual debris next to the still flowing stream on July 4, in picture July0406).
Oh, and by the way. Arrogance breeds more stupidity. As I wound-down writing this blog/essay on the evening of July 7, more thunder storms swept through my town. Another nearly three quarters of an inch of rain fell. So, on that evening, I took more pictures of grander and greater stupidity that comes from arrogance.
At 2 in the afternoon, the heavy rains of July 2 and one light rain of July 4 had somewhat leaked away (July0701). However, by the time the rain had mostly ended at 7 p.m., not only did the blocked culvert create a mosquito cesspool (July0711). The once clear-flowing waters, protected by the natural vegetation in the undisturbed ditch (July0702) were down to a muddied flow that still dumped down into the ravine an hour and a half after the heavy rain had ended (July0706).
Arrogance breeds stupidity. Ryan had been hosing water onto his garage pad all day. After the rain, there was evidently too much water for his wants and needs. So, someone jumped onto his father-in-law’s small toy back hoe and dug a new ditch.
My July0707 picture was taken from the front property stake at 8:30 p.m. It shows Ryan’s borrowed tiny back hoe with its boom extended past the back property stake. There is a pile of dirt that looks pretty unoffending unless you consider that most of it is dumped onto what was once “green space”. However, when one walks back, it becomes clear that a new ditch was dug because Ryan’s back ditch had not done its job. But, this is stupidity that town engineers are supposed to think about.
Where trees and vegetation once existed to absorb the rains, exposed ground creates excessive run off, even on a 60 by 60 lot. So, Ryan had dug a new ditch (July0708) close to the back ditch. Now, not only had the clay in the back ditch, pushed there by Allan’s work by the bigger machine on previous days, been swept away in this latest rain. The back ditch was recharged, again. More clay is readied to be swept away in the next heavy rain (July0709).
There is no silt fencing that Joe’s First Nation was required to use by 2003 in projects with less direct impact than this one. Instead, Ryan’s machinery has pushed even further into public property to perch piles of silt and clay on the lip of a ravine where waters once ran clear (July0710).
This happened in the early months of July. When I worked for Joe’s First Nation, they refused to log until September of each year. This was to protect the nesting birds, that sometimes have two sets of families in one summer season. July is the time of year when, I was told even before I left the Natural Resources offices’ in 1996, where tiny trout hatchlings struggle to survive in the once clear waters of Clearwater creek that Ryan and Allan and their Conservative council members apparently do not care about.
After all, democracy has become all about the politics of appearances. Ryan is one of the few people building in Nipigon. Those who prosper from our taxes are eager to promote that this is a good thing. They are not even honest to the fact that this is a false economy, borne on the back of all taxpayers.
Worse, the cop and politicians prospering from these actions with our taxes stay silent to what happens to Ryan’s neighbour when it comes to principled justice. This is an institution that Ryan is legally obliged to protect. But, if like Princeless Kate, Don does not have tape over his mouth or hands bound so that he is facing a machine gun, then it is only the obvious that becomes challengeable?
So, if I engaged DePape as a professional protestor, will her true, Green colours appear? Will she become shrill at the pictured or physically too obvious record of the dumping of silt (ditch mouth at white arrow in July0405) into the muddied waters of a small town where small town cops and employees and council members do something that DePape might actually be able to see? Not breathless anger, this time. Just disbelief at the base stupidity behind all of this.
A Facebook notice labels her a “True Canadian Patriot”. Is it the law of the foresters that DePape will dare to chastise because she might actually see the stumps of once living and healthy trees? Or is she at all concerned about the law requiring the consideration of all things in impartial institutions of justice and words heard in functional institutions of governance that listen to all people on all days as the law demands?
Oh, McParland does carry some hint of justifiable cynicism in her commentary about DePape and others like our young and naive. But, history shows that it was protesting young and naive who changed our world. Kent State University. The Washington Monument. Tiananmen Square. Moscow’s Red Square. Even deceased Ann Franks.
Has this become the standard of our “democracies”? Greenpeace creates allegiances for those who want environmental sensibilities discussed and applied. They sponsor the party of the moment that they think will meet the majority will of most of their members. They care not one bit about productive, meaningful, rewarding work for citizens. That is someone else’s problem.
Allegiances take over responsible governance. Propaganda makes good hay when it comes to raising money to pay professional protestors. Pictures make good money.
The invisible violations by all of this are silenced for the picture of the moment.
Reformists demand that electoral systems face serious revision. They make majority sense when they demand fiscal responsibilities in governments. They bring what they say is a majority wish into the public eye. In time, their majority view is that governance is a waste of time and energy, if it is not governance controlled by them. They form Conservative alliances to cement their control.
So, which “majority” side is DePape on? The visible cause of today or yesterday?
I would not hire DePape as a professional protestor until she began to stand against the invisible that is hidden from the public because the invisibilities are not here in the moment. So, yes, I will insist that Ryan the cop be forced to respect the laws that protect the obvious when pictures can be taken.
But, my focus against Ryan and his cohorts remains this.
Partisans have created illegal Allegiances to take away our voices. There may be no tape over Kate’s mouth to make the evidence blatant. There may be no bodies scraped into the muddied lot that Ryan wants to build on.
Our mouths are not taped shut even if these people declare that we can vote for only them or their friends while they hide from what their friends do behind closed doors. Our mouths are not taped shut unless we allow it. As for Egyptians and Libyans and Koreans of our time and Nazi Germans and Communist Soviets of old, just because we have a tainted vote “every four years”, or at the drop of the hat that is convenient to the politicians, does not make McParland’s postulations credible. As in Libya and Egypt, there is no credibility in Canada in 2011 to the system of self-empowerment that these people have designed for themselves.
Democracy is not abdicating our rights to any dictator, elected or otherwise, for four more years, or, dangerously, more.
The first role of democracy is the protection of the dissenting opinion.
The first role of democracy is the protection of any person or any action that may remove or deny the right of only one person or threaten the future of our children.
I am winding re-editing of this blog/essay down on July 9th. I am needing a break. It is raining lightly. This is prime time to pull weeds out of the softened soil and to push plant supports into the softened soil. So, I am in my back gardens as Ryan and friends work on his garage lot.
Momentarily, I think that the young man has finally found some environmental conscience. There is black landscape cloth spread over the clay now surrounding the perched garage’s gravel pad. Another Nipigon business gains financially. Ryan has the Hurd brothers dragging gravel into his garage lot.
I work for nearly four hours as the rainfall comes in various spurts. I planted trees in this kind of weather, so I know the advantages for transplanted plants. I have a rain coat. I may be eventually soaked but these are not the cold rains of spring and fall. It is bearable wetness when I know that this will help the roots of the plants that I am transplanting or helping me to remove the weeds from around other plants. By the time I retire to bed, the soft rain has ended, mostly.
On the morning of July 10, I rise, thinking that, with this black cloth appearing, my neighbour has finally started to advance the thoughts his young brain was supposedly subjected to in a school yard project. Ah, but, most times, our taxes are used for propaganda not credible education.
I am astounded. There is less water in the creek cesspool in front of Ryan’s culvert. This should be. After all, my cheap “rain gauges” show that just over a half inch of rain has fallen over a period of six hours. This should have enabled the rain to flow away. But, when I walk down to where the right front corner post of this property once was, the property posts marked in July0405 have disappeared under gravel (July1002).
Ryan’s gravel and mud have now brazenly encroached into public land at the top of this ravine so that few trees and shrubs remain (July1003). Every day of operation has advanced property for Ryan’s sole benefit (July0109, July0405 and July0707). By July 10, one solitary birch perches at the edge of Ryan’s gravel (July1003). Mud is pushed over the ravine edge so that the flowing water that was barely visible in the July 4 pictures (July0406) is now running through clods of clay pushed over the hill by these clods (July1004).
Arrogance breeds stupidity. I already know what I will find but I walk barely 20 feet “downstream”. There (July1007), the small stream, exposed at the bottom of the once popular footpath, is muddied. In contrast, in the high and rapidly dumped rainfall of July 2 (2 inches), this tiny stream was running clear on July 2 (July0206).
This I knew would be. The hard rains of July 2 had flushed the clay off Ryan’s site in the hard rain. The hill with trees on it had filtered the rain down to the plants below, spreading the wet until the soil was unable to absorb any more. The excess water ran clear off the big hill long after the silt had been flushed off Ryan’s small part of that hill. Indeed, I had read extensive forestry studies on this especially after a landslide had occurred on the Nipigon River because of large clear cutting near clays like this. Read my blog of June 16.
On July 10, it is the clods in the stream that now muddy these waters.
I take pictures of the back ditch (July1005) and the ditch leading from the end of the culvert along the laneway (July1006). In more blatant arrogance, a once grassed ditch mouth has been trenched to expose the clay soils (July1006).
I have sent a copy of my previous day’s draft of this blog off to a person who was once the school librarian at the St. Edward’s Separate (Catholic) School. I know that she is “political”. However, I also know that she is honest to protecting the principle that democracy is about open debate on all subjects. She asks me if I know where Ryan’s creek feeds into. She wonders if it goes into the old St. Edward’s school yard project that I have referenced.
She does say that she supervised Ryan’s sister when this stream rehabilitation project was undertaken. She says that the project was designed so that a 13-foot high berm would “fill in half an hour” in heavy downpours coming off “your hill”. This would allow sediments to pool behind the berm instead of being dumped directly into the important brook trout stream called Clearwater Creek. She wonders if the site is even working any more as it was intended.
I know the local geography. However, I waste an hour trying to find a Google map or satellite picture that will map the actual location so that I can prove how it enters the old school’s grounds. I can find none that is clear enough to verify the track of this ravine.
So, I do as I was trained any good forester should do, even if a map supposedly verified the suspected. “Document the actual,” was what I was told was any “professional’s” role. The grass is still soaking wet as I walk to the edge of street culvert’s which carry Ryan’s muddied waters on and on. And, yes, this creek eventually ends up in the old abandoned yard of a once-Catholic school. And, yes, there are patches of raw silt now visible as I look off the edges of roads into this small stream.
On the way to Ryan’s old school, I muse at the irony associated with professional foresters who get elected and stay silent to this.
Ryan dropped three “danger trees” outside his property. Yes, two were Birch trees that, when I got time, I was going to pester the town to drop. Dying birch hanging over a laneway and short feet from hydro and telephone and cable TV lines are something that should be removed. My question becomes why this suddenly became such a priority for town employees like Allan Clearwater and the town’s fathers.
Indeed, this document went to a Nipigon Conservation Officer named Ken Tuuri. As I walked the gravelled section of Greenmantle to get down the backside of the Harkness Street to that Saint Edward’s abandoned school, I took a picture of a grand old Poplar (July1008). Mr. Tuuri should know this tree. He should also know that this tree is large, full of woodpecker holes and hangs over a street where children walk to the new, tax-supported version of religious discrimination in my nation.
Mr. Tuuri, if he were a conscientious citizen, would be asking what prompted town fathers to promote that Ryan Traintinger, the cop whose copper friends give to the Conservatives whose good friends now sit on Nipigon’s town council, should have “danger trees” removed while the lives of children seem so insignificant. Indeed, Mr. Tuuri should get out of his truck and walk to work down a public back lane on his way to work to ask why dead and dying Birch and other “danger trees” remain along the same lane where suddenly Ryan the copper is given such grand priority when it comes to “danger trees”.
Indeed, Mr. Tuuri should understand how arrogance breeds stupidity.
In an incident after my arrest in 2004, Mr. Tuuri suffered the arrogance of cops who think that they are the law. I heard a yelp when working one early morning in my yard. I heard the shouting. I saw the cur dog of the Curried cops fly up into the air, in a comical arc that I cheered. Mr. Tuuri had booted it when it attacked his pure bred Labrador retriever pup that he was training to behave.
Ah, yes, the cops will be all powerful. Had not my spouse been at the kitchen window to witness the whole event, Mr. Tuuri might have been in deep trouble. Had my spouse denied any responsibility to defend Mr. Tuuri from the subsequent harsh application of the law that Chuck’s otherwise reasonable wife wanted applied against him, Mr. Tuuri would have been in deep troubles. However, my spouse of the day agreed to attend an interview with Mr. Tuuri. I sent along a message that I had encountered the Currie’s dog’s currish behaviour in my own yard and that I loudly cheered this dog’s short flight in defence of the ankles of us all.
Ah, but the problem becomes this.
Mr. Tuuri, through his employ with the Ontario government, is implicated by the donations from a civil service union he pays into. You see, Mr. Tuuri is a member of the same union that Ontario’s court clerks pay into. Mr. Tuuri and all of his “CO” friends, through the back door, gave over a half million dollars of our taxes to Jack Layton’s federal New Democrats by 2003.
That was the very year when an Ontario court’s clerk declared that “Ontario’s tax coffers do not have enough money!” If I did not pay her $157, then the poor would not have justice!
So, we are even led into the question of what colour of partisan water is in Mr. Tuuri’s blood when the issue of the legal requirement for all citizens’ rights to be protected is brought to him when a partisan tainted cop is implicated.
Or, maybe both Ryan and Tuuri, and too many other people in a small town named Nipigon, carry the bloodied history of religious intolerances into anything put in front of them? After all, you see, Tuuri’s children go to the new Catholic school that was sponsored by Ontario’s taxed dollars despite a United Nations report that castigated the Province of Ontario for continuing its practice of special treatment for religious Catholics.
So, more background noise that citizens of all nations of democracy need to think about.
I was just winding down my 1997 to 2000 service on Nipigon’s town council when loud Levina Collins appeared in a public town council meeting. You see, that Saint Edward’s school that you can access pictures about at the “Pictorial Essay” link at the http://JustBusinessTheBook.com was being condemned. Canadian school kids should not be subjected to the asbestos risk that East Indians are still being shipped a decade later from Canada. Safe lungs are the colour of the colour of “Canadians”, not of poor people in distant lands.
Levina is shrill because Levina hides her Conservative affiliations from me while pumping her deeply religious, Christian allegiances at me. She has shrilly, but privately, told me how deep her Christian convictions are. Her new spiritual euphoria has convinced her, she has even once told me, that her blessings are her god’s will. I challenge this stupidity in private and say that I refuse to become part of it. I will not deny her her right to her religious afflictions. I will not allow her to force me to join hers.
She is in front of council before 2000. She loudly exclaims that the Christian Catholics want to join forces with the town to build a public library that may even house new town offices. I am sympathetic to the need for new town offices. I am bluntly cold to the “partnering” that Levina and her crowd of Christians clearly want. If we will approve a conjunctive building, then the good Catholics will be getting more taxed dollars for their new vision of what religion should be.
I am blunt. I ask where, in these plans, are the same classrooms for the Muslim, the Hindu or the atheist. I am blunt. I tell Ms. Collins and the town council that I will not support any plan that gives one religion any rights to taxes that other religions are not given. I coldly remind the room, not knowing Levina’s Conservative allegiances at that time, that the United Nations harshly criticized this practice of favouring Catholics. I bluntly said that the fact that the Ontario Conservatives had strengthened this to garner the Catholic vote stunk by 2000. “Majority Rules”, I warned by 2000, was what had led to the irreligious intolerances by 1945.
I would not be sponsoring this application.
I was surprised. Greg Harper’s mother was eventually buried from the Catholic church. He spoke out as loudly as did the Reeve Bruce Atkinson in support of me. Doug Huntus and Larry O’Neill rapidly came on side. The poor Catholics eventually got a renovated school that did not meet their dream application they had put in front of the town council.
Ah, but the town tried to register what religion it would allow inside its boundaries.
Shortly after I left town council, Levina’s religious fevers led her to another situation which led me to criticize the fevers of religious people. Nipigon was trying to sell itself as a “tourist town”. I was working hard with local trails committees to try to advance this aspect as I worked hard to make my stone venture come to economic fruition. Yes, I even worked with Levina on occasion on this. I was driving into this tourism wannabe town one day and was furious.
On the two main entrances into my small town, a conglomeration of the local Christian churches had come together after 9/11. A fading sign that had simply listed the churches available in Nipigon was changed. Under loud words it now proclaimed that the “churches of Nipigon agreed” that “Jesus is our lord and saviour”. I wrote, tongue lashing the town fathers and religious leaders who would allow the posting of something so offensive so near to November 11 in that year. If I viewed the wording to mean that all other people who did not believe in this nonsense should stay out of the small town, I wondered why these signs would remain.
So, what is the colour of water in the blood of Tuuri and Traintinger’s and the Curries and the retired cops like Harper’s in the arresting history of this nation? Indeed, what is the colour of water in the blood of the likes of government bureaucrats with the name of Leale and Swainson and even Ferren? These are all good people whom I know are generally good people. However, I also know that they now face a deep dilemma that comes from this.
In 2011, international courts began trials against tyrants from a nation once called Serbia. Canadians went to that war, short decades ago. I watched news reels showing soldiers who, out of uniform, were hard for me to identify who was Serb or who was Croat. This is because the murder and raping that has gone on in our world in the name of religion leads to physical beings who mark each other on the basis of “religion”.
The sad record in my world is that religion remains a reason for discriminating behaviours that have marked men and women for early graves.
The sad record is that my history contains some part of Irish blood that fled the implications of violence that continues because of religion. So, I have marked a Catholic school for exclusion from illegal gain of taxes. I have been public in this. This is a school whose religion Swainson, Leale, Tuuri, Traintinger, Harper and the wedded Curries remain openly loyal to.
These are all families who belong to the esteemed church that once owned the school yard I am going to now walk you through. Indeed, Mr. Ferren, another Conservation Officer approached with my issues about Ryan, was once a zealot Christian himself. Indeed, Rob Swainson is the fisheries expert whose expertise created the project that Ryan’s muddied waters run by. Rob was a good, well, a sometimes good and oft blasphemous Catholic, when it came to common language.
So, when Rob and Ken and Ryan’s supervisors get the documentation that comes against Ryan’s arrogance when it comes to property and fisheries law, what will win out? The colour of water, as the law requires? Or the colour of hidden religious affiliations or worse, the partisan affiliations, that these people have hidden for much too long?
The stupidity comes down to this by July 10, 2011. I take pictures of a largely undisturbed stream bed where large deposits of silt are now visible in places. I enter the back yard of an abandoned Catholic school. There, the expensive structures, paid for by our taxes rot.
The first place I walk by is a pavilion which was to be used as an outdoor class room (July1009). I do not know the cost of this somewhat large project. Rob Swainson was involved and should know. I do know that the St. Edward’s school yard was chosen at a time when such “partnerships” as were advertised, on the sign mounted to announce its completion (July1010), required someone to commit to long-term stewardship.
Eventually, a cash-strapped town council was approached to take over the maintenance of a project that was initially funded by three levels of governance and a school. What is not understood is that constitutional law does not require these governments to maintain such projects via public taxes.
It does compel the maintenance of accessible and completely impartial institutions of justice by governments.
It does then allow the citizen to ask who was denied justice in the years that this expensive project was undertaken, while being told that “there are not enough taxes!”
This also then allows us to challenge what is the colour of water of those who are compelled by our laws to respect all laws, not the ones they pick and choose.
This expensive project was created so that the muddied waters off local streets, and other places along the ravine where Ryan pushed and pulled dirt at free will, would be filtered out before they reached that important stream named Clearwater Creek, which is not named as a last namesake of either Allan or Glena or Todd or any one of their family. Ah, only the offspring of Glena are Nipigon-born. This creek was named before the Clearwater family arrived. It was named, reportedly, because its waters were once very clear.
Muddied waters flowing from the direction of Ryan’s now residence were the reason behind this expensive project. So, as it was explained to me, a big berm was built. The one picture (July1016) was taken from the bottom of the 13 foot high berm that was built.
The theory was that the water rushing in heavy rains from the hill behind Ryan and my house would fill the 13-foot high temporary pond “in a half hour or so”. Water that needed to spill over the top would flow down a stone raceway on the other side of the berm (July1012). There was also an overflow culvert on the grassy side of the berm (July1015). When I looked down in the bottom of this contraption, muddy water was flowing.
I don’t know if the system functions or not. I certainly would not have stumbled down to this place in the dark of the morning lightning on July 2 after the two inches of rushing rain. If I had thought about it, I might have rushed down after the near one inch gusher on the early evening of July 7. However, there was certainly no rushing waters some 12 hours after the half inch of gentle rains from the day before.
It may very well be that the original purpose of this project has been disabled. There was public concern expressed about 13 feet of water being available here for any length of time. The school’s grounds were close to a street where children regularly played before and after the school was abandoned. All that I know is that the small stream from Ryan’s place still ran with silt in it after a half kilometre of flow (July1017) and then disappeared under the berm. The old hole looked more like a depository for junk, metal, plastic bottles and a plastic wagon, than a collection pond for silt (July1018).
Oh, the water flowed out the other side. And, yes, the “about 50 feet of boulders” held silt around them in this diminished flow (July1013). The question was if those stones held the silt in the rush from 2 inches and 1 inches of rain that came from the stream that Ryan cared not about despite this “educational project” that his sister helped to build so that the still murky waters of Clearwater Creek could claim to be clear (July1014).
No, there was no great flow of silt from the stream at its tiny little mouth that enters the Clearwater Creek beside another expensive pavilion deck (July1014) 12 hours later. But, we should not forget that environmental law is supposed to protect all probabilities that Ryan and gang obviously cared not about.
This puzzles me. When cops and religious people and “leaders of the community” care not about the simplest laws, why do they become shocked and offended when graffiti, expressing distress and anger from the disenfranchised, appears on old abandoned schools (July1019)?
Oh! I forgot! Ryan is aligned with the Conservatives now in Ottawa who say that they will “get tough on crime!” The problem is, what crime? What law? The one only the cops and the Conservatives choose to apply to us?
Worse, how are we assured that our institutions of justice are not then completely tainted?
The colour of water, in all things. I am forced to challenge if these people in Nipigon’s policing forces and government bureaucracies circle their religious wagons to protect their religious own. If they deny that what happened on Ryan’s property had any significance in their considerations of my complaint, it becomes the sad right of all to question if this is their motive.
This is why, unlike the process that the blacks of the American south and the First Nations of Canada’s north faced, any possible allegiances must be allowed to face public scrutiny. The white racist must not be allowed to cover their faces with cloth of any kind, whether the visible KKK uniform or the invisible allegiancesm and then appear in the arrest or trial of the innocent black, or the unaligned citizen.
Because of this history, I have a right to know that none of these Nipigon buggers carry implications because of my position against their religious self promotions before 2000. I know that, under the law, I can dare to challenge if their motives carry any animosity because I refuse to align with their religious beliefs. This happened for the Serbs and Croats and the Irish Catholic versus the Irish Protestant and the German Jew versus the German Christian in our human history. Our laws forbid this. I can openly warn these people that their conduct had better be to our laws or I will have the right to have them removed from investigating my complaints.
The harsh reality is that I know the discriminations that they carry. The real reality is that I also know that, as far as I know, the Catholic priest or the Pope did not have a hand in gaining them position in positions of bureaucracy and “justice”.
Sadly, Ryan cannot say the same about the May 2010 Liberal implicated judge who appeared in yet another partisan implicated court room where I was challenging the activities of the Conservatives and the Liberals. Sadly, even Ryan cannot say the same about his own position.
You see, the Liberals and Conservative factions have made themselves the only religions of partisan affiliations that we need vote for. The citizens are not told how the vote is corrupted by the new rules of partisans to effectively exclude the independent voice. And the temporary popes of these partisan religions appoint their own into our courts and policing institutions while hiding the linkages to the public.
They act like the KKK while hiding the paid allegiances of “judges” and even Ryan.
So, the stupidity grows as the ramifications of Ryan’s own arrogance glows in the silty mud that shines up from a stream that leads to Ryan’s old Catholic school. We need to deal with the growing stupidity that comes from arrogance.
Friday, July 8. I have been hustling for days now to get this once short blog/essay organized. I have not been to my mail box since Monday. I open a letter from “D. W. (Don) Bell, Chief Superintendent, Commander” of the OPP’s “Professional Standards Bureau”. Mr. Bell’s letter arrives in a marked measure of more union arrogance that obstructs justice for the common citizens of democracies.
His letter is dated June 13, 2011. That is the period of time when Canada’s national postal service is on strike. After all, the right of unions must be protected over the rights of citizens. The citizens seeking justice can and will be held hostage, as court clerks now do in Ontario thanks to the new rules made by Bob Rae, once an NDP lawyer who became Ontario’s Premier. In the fashion of our feds, Mr. Rae, when Premier, (and now a potential candidate for the leadership of Canada’s Liberals, a scarey thought!) designed a law that first took away wages from Ontario’s civil servants. Then, facing the heat of big unions by 1995, he passed a new law that gave civil servants, even in Ontario’s courts, the right to go on strike.
They could now not only hold the tax payer hostage to get more taxes for their own pockets. They could even shut down institutions of justice for the sake of their own pockets. This illegal abuse of influence to the favour of those in positions of trust and responsibility was allowed only because partisans made a new law to the favour of big unions who then dumped big wads of taxes into the pockets of politicians whom the unions trusted would then protect their members’ rights over rights of the citizens.
So, postal clerks, deliver mail related to justice. Cops, court clerks and bureaucrats will stay silent to the fact that they and postal clerks are paid taxes because the mail and the courts are considered important institutions to the rights of all citizens. Having gained more control, the partisans in temporary control pass a new law that only partisan lawyers would protect if the whole debate were allowed and if the rights of the citizen were protected over the abuse of position by partisans in too many places. Including in a postal service that is the only delivery service in small town Canada.
Oh, in Canada, big city residents think that, because they can walk into an alternate business and get their important mail delivered by some other mode, all must be fine. They do not see the small towns where Canada Post is the only option. They do not hear about the letters about just process that become stuck as big union partisans and big corporation partisans play their propaganda games even in June 2011.
But, the cops gain the stench of the partisan, even in the correspondence from a new cop appearing on my doorstep in the form of a letter.
Mr. Bell is responding to my May 31 letter sent to the local OPP Commander and Ontario’s Commissioner who replaced Julian Fantino. Oh, the commander will deflect the real responsibility onto the small cop Ryan when the whole policing faction is implicated!
Bell wants me to approach the very “public committee” using the very brochures that Ryan’s commander thrust at me on May 31. This is stupid obstruction of justice, I write back to Bell on July 11. If Bell cannot produce a sworn affidavit from all members of the “civilian committee” that the partisans have not made a new bureaucracy to hinder the citizen seeking justice, then it is indeed obstruction of justice.
Why do I dare to say this? After my arrest in 2004, I was directed to these civilian committees. In that era, I already knew that, as for the colour of water for the Serb and the Protestant and the atheist and the black, I have a right to know that the judge or the judging committee is not tainted in any way by any discriminating behaviours. It need not be racist KKK members hiding their racist affiliations. It need not be cops and police showing their religious colours as they dump the bodies of Muslims or Christians, Catholics or Protestants into streets or trenches.
Oh it need not be even the appearance of more and more persons of Dutch heritage whom I chastise for their silence in Nipigon. Yes, the Leales and Julie Van Ossenbruggen and Kim Groenendyk carry the dirtied implication of subservient bureaucrats who do the same thing on Canadian soils as happened in my father’s era of putting on a Canadian army uniform. Yes, I have dared to criticize Leale and his like kind for their silent subservience that mimics what happened on the dirt of Holland as Ann Franks disappeared into the mud of those soils as more Canadian soldiers were ground into the mud to save the sour continence of too many Dutch who came to Canada to do to Canadians as their fathers and mothers had done to Ann Franks before 1945.
Silent subservience does not morality make. Silence to the intrusion of these discriminating factors is forbidden in any process of “justice” even a cop would send me to.
So, you are damned, and I hope that this word offends the complacent among you, right. My July 11, 2011 letter to Mr. Bell warns about this.
I have taken Mr. Bell’s pamphlets as I did for all of the stupid processes these partisan implicated people designed for themselves while our base rights disappear. I have looked at the internet web site for this organization. It is posted there as the brochures proudly announced to me even in the 2004 era that their information was publicly available.
However, in the 2004 era, I could access the staffing names of the so-called civilians. I could write a letter of warning to men like Mr. Bell and then warn of this.
The so-called “civilian” committee members in that 2004 era had short biographies. The lawyers advising or even being called “civilians” for the commission were easy to research. They appeared on partisan listings. I challenged the cops of the day why I would approach a “civilian committee” about an issue where the evidence was rank and clear that the good lawyer who paid into the right partisans’ pockets got promoted to better pay from taxed dollars, even eventually as “judges”. Or as regular members of or advisors to the “civilian committee”.
The stupidity of a biography of a “once cop” on this “civilian committee” was also challenged by me in that 2004 era. She claimed to be on the “civilian committee” because she was no longer a cop but was concerned about cops. This, I wrote back to the cops, stunk of a lady who either wanted vengeance against cops or was really a “plant” that defied the principle that friends should not investigate friends.
The stupidity of biographies of other “high citizens” in our society was not that hard to research. I had only to plug the name of one teacher from the Sudbury area into the google search. There came the implications from his allegiances with the Liberal party that ruled Ontario even by then. The same applied when I searched the name of an old town councillor from Windsor. He had lost an election. He, just conveniently, got promoted to the steady pay of a “civilian committee”. He was likewise Liberal linked.
By 2011? The web site of this OIPRD “civilian committee”? (Oh, for crying out loud, the Ians of the world! Save my tired fingers from some typing! Go to www.oiprd.on.ca yourself to find out that the acronym means Office of the Independent Police Review Director! ...).
In that 2004 era, I could unmask the background of the people I was told to send my stuff to. In May 2010, I could eventually search down the Liberal affiliations of that “judge” I wrote to Ryan about.
In July 2011, the OIPRD does not list its “civilian committee members” so that they can be unmasked. So, you are damned right that I am writing back to Mr. Bell to suggest that if he cannot gain a sworn affidavit from this newest bureaucracy that its members and staff are not implicated by “direct or indirect” affiliations with partisans of any kind AND are freed from the implication of accepting advice of partisan implicated lawyers at any time, then this stupidity will be considered more breaches of trust, exercise of influence and obstruction of justice in my 9-year battle against these partisan illegalities in our “institutions of justice”.
The Colour of Water.
Label me atheist or agnostic or whatever you must. Read my book. I know the illegalities of religious afflictions entering any of our institutions of justice.
Read my book. I learned the illegalities of racist afflictions entering any of our institutions of justice when I was a child who lived short miles from that cabin near Dresden, Ontario. I knew that, by 1867, the racism of slavery was to be banned by more than just the worship of a small house where a black man fled for his descendants to then face the racism in my nation.
Read my book or visit my http://TakeBackDemocracy.ca pages. I learned the illegalities of partisans who design electoral systems that are to their favour while the voice of the independent Canadian is denied by rules created by partisans and ruled over by partisans.
Read my book or my “About Don” button at http://TakeBackDemocracy.ca web pages. I have been battling the entrenchment of illegal partisan connections in our courts and policing institutions for 9 long years now. I have lost family and friends but I have gained real friends in this journey.
I do not align myself with any association or allegiances. I would not hire Brigitte DePape as a “professional protestor” unless she appeared in my yard and agreed to be unaligned and identifiable as a courageous individual. Why?
A Prince forgets that his mother and father were able to propagate him because my father’s generation saved his grandmother from the hell that many in the rest of Europe did not survive.
The elite in our society would silence this very consideration.
As I just got into the meat of this essay on July 4, a letter arrived from my father. On the same day that I received my father’s letter, Curtis Eaton returned my first edition copy that I had delivered to him.
You see, Mr. Eaton is a big shot professor in the Economics Department at the University of Calgary. In the letters delivered to these people, I simply asked them to consider my book. I know the pressures of “being people” even in that “profession”. However, I challenged over 25 of these university professors across Western Canada (I did not get east to or past Quebec). I purposely selected individuals who had signed a web posted “free speech” petition on behalf of some of their colleagues in the Province of Quebec or who were professors at institutions of “ethics”.
I challenged people like Eaton to prove that they were open-minded educators of our generations to come. I challenged them to prove that they were capable of protecting freedom of speech beyond the boundaries of their own colleagues. I asked that they consider my book and its full story, not just in the interests of freed speech but also in a demonstration that they had the “ethics” that they publicly claimed to have.
If they did not have time to deal with this and did not want to buy my expensive, but exclusive, limited first edition copies of my book (to help my self publishing efforts), I asked that they simply donate the book to a public or university library in their area. This would allow me to then direct the visitors to my web pages to identify local libraries where my first draft book would be available.
Many of these people have not yet responded to my follow-up letters, inquiring what they were doing with my book. Others advised that they needed extended time to deal with my request. Others simply said that they would not have time and noted what library they had given the book to.
Eaton wrote back, snottily, in penned hand. “... Good luck with your campaign to right the world of business and government. I suspect that you have much to say about unethical behaviour and reform. But each of us must choose our own battles, and our own strategies for engagement, and I am afraid your strategy is not mine. ...”.
This is not any thing that is disallowed of Mr. Eaton. However, Mr. Eaton attached his note to the original of my May 19 letter sent to him. Ignored were my words, “... If you do not have the time to deal with this book’s words, ... then please advise me which publicly accessible library the book has been delivered to. I will then post on my website what Library the book will be available in. ...”.
Unfortunately, this is a growing standard among the elitists in our nations. They will sign “free speech” petitions on behalf of their unionized or associated “colleagues”. If we are not aligned with their interests, then it is too difficult for these elitists to deliver the words to a library where the words would then be freed to be accessed by others.
When I had told my father that I had approached “ethical professors” in our universities, his reply was a snort. These were people of no credibility when it came to their collective ethics, was his measure. His own cynical experiences came from his experiences with the entrenched in university church schools when he tried to become a minister as a young adult.
Having read my book, my father writes back with pen held in the hand of a 94-year-old who trained in 1940, prepared to lay down his life as first words began to leak out as to what was transpiring in Europe. He says, in a hand that is as steady as the hand I saw him write with when I was a teen, “... as the soldier told you at the cenotaph maybe one man can change (things) or make a difference. I have always looked forward to you just doing that! ... change has always come through the common poor people. I believe that our only hope is that you will prevail. ...”.
Cop neighbour Ryan might then want to think about this encounter that I had in the Nipigon grocery store before I opened my father’s and Eaton’s letters. I have gifted this book to anyone who has boosted my morale through their private conversations with me. Joe Tookenay, a man of First Nation descent residing in Nipigon, had done so during the difficult task of writing my book. In the grocery store, he admitted that he was only part way through the reading of my gift but that he was impressed. As my father had said, Joe said that the book exposed too many truths behind the problems in our nation.
Ryan serves on a Nipigon recreation committee with Joe. He might want to talk to Joe about why Joe thinks my book is worth reading, while Ryan’s commander thinks not.
As I write this, I open another email from a distant friend, also gifted this book at the same time when it was delivered to elitist University experts. Having warned me when she received it in February that she would not have it read for six months, she admitted that she was only three quarters of the way through it. “... 11 years ago I would have been shocked but after these many years dealing with these so-called 'honourable' people it just angers me. It won't be so easy for them to pull the wool over my eyes now. ...”.
So, University elitists do not want to read the story. What should scare us is that Ryan’s commanding officer stood in my yard on May 31, 2011 and said that he would not read about my story. He, he said, had no obligation to.
Oh, indeed, he does!
“... By 1939, Hitler began his ravaging rampage because neighbours did not care about what happened to neighbours. Cops relished their self promotions and gains even as the rights of their neighbours disappeared.
Obey without thinking and educating yourself to the whole situation?
This arrogant attitude, sirs and madams, makes you no better than Nazis. ...”.
But, because the citizen cannot see the tape on Don MacAlpine’s mouth and Don MacAlpine is not as young and sexy as Kate and what’s-his-name, will the citizens, even one named Brigitte DePape, start to stand in places where democracy is not so sexy at all? Indeed, what do we wait to be buried and why?
Out of sight, out of mind. Our world is still reeling with the trials of modern men who buried people into pits in repeat of our world history before 1945. What the citizens of “democracy” hide from is this harsh reality.
These ominous events happened in nations where the trust in the leadership of the day was lost. Those calling themselves leaders overthrew others and then ruled as they wanted, sometimes in revenge for what the previous leaders had done.
I am not naive enough to believe that democracy is about 100 percent of the people coming together to agree on what is best for them on any one, singular issue. Democracy is not even that sexy. BUT I do know that democracy IS NOT “leaders” seizing power with the vote and then doing as they want despite the law.
Out of sight, out of mind.
This is a small town parable about the rights of helpless fishies, in all probability buried in silt from the property of a cop who thinks that he is not corrupted. Frankly, I do not really care if the cop gets fried for the small fry fish being fried by his silty practices.
What I do care about is this principle of democracy even small town neighbours in Nipigon must start to think about. Barry. Bill. Even Allan and Glena. And then citizens across the nation.
IF I chose to pay professional protestors to appear to blockade Ryan’s self-fulfilling endeavours, do you think that my allegations of property, environmental and fisheries law would carry any merit in the weeks from July 1 that people like DePape would take to arrive in small town Nipigon? The answer is bluntly, no. In weeks’ time, they will only see a building to the glory and self-edification of Ryan Traintinger. IF no photos existed, the story of his, ultimately, personal disrespect for base laws of our nation would interest few people.
Because things are buried from view, the sins disappear? Not so, according to the laws coming from our history.
Barry did not step off the path. You can bet your bottom line that journalist Glena might show up to take pictures of the completed project that hide what went on for over a week while her working son made more money.
The history of our human nature is that, if we do not see it before our noses, we can then pretend that it does not exist.
Oh, under the law, the citizen is indeed allowed this freedom! BUT, that is ONLY to a certain point in time.
The lessons from 1945 compel that the politicians, their partisan friend lawyers, their promoted partisan “judges” AND the implicated cop respect all laws or be made accountable to the law. IF the citizen does not awaken when the story they refuse to educate themselves to removes the rights of their neighbours and their excuse is that they could not “see it” or “understand it” and then stayed silent to it, they become no better than the citizens in Nazi Germany.
So, yes, our citizenry defile the memory of what my father’s generation endured to 1945. What my nation, and others, must awaken to this.
When the cop refuses to educate themselves and then makes themselves above the law in nations where the vote becomes irrelevant because the partisan friends of those cops have made it so, then, yes, immature DePape is right. The excuse that the citizen can close their eyes and simply walk down the back lane away from what they refuse to examine in detail no longer has any merit. And the citizen who does that is as irresponsible, morally, as those whom they refuse to stand against.
Democracy ain’t sexy. It requires a citizenry that will dare to protect the right to voice and words over the power of even dirtied cops.
Oh, yes, even Ryan Traintinger is dirtied. And it is not because mud flows off his newly acquired property because of his arrogance. It is because, as did the Nazi by 1936, the cop bows to a commander who shows up in my yard on May 31, 2011 and says that he has no obligation to know my story, only to commands from his commanders.
Friends protecting friends. Think on this. This commander of Ryan’s spat at me when I warned that the deployment of buddies into their home towns was a violation of our constitution and international law. This commanding officer sneered. He told me that he was originally from Hearst, a town where he had gone to High School. He told me that he arrested people he knew and they told him that “They understood. He was only doing his job.”
Arrogance breeds stupidity.
I sneered at this cop when he said this. After all, who the hell is going to tell a cop with a gun in his holster otherwise? So, I asked Ryan’s commander to give me one good reason why small town boys needed to be posted in their home towns where the history of likes and dislikes permeate from immature teenaged relations. I warned Ryan’s commander, eventually in writing, that all of us have the right to know that the police man coming at us with a warrant or a gun does not carry personal grudges in their history.
Freedom from discrimination is that “colour of water” in all aspects of our human natures. It is not just the visibility of race, the invisibility of religious belief (made into too visible and illegal discriminations with the appearance of religious head dress in some modern policing uniforms) or the invisibility of hidden partisan allegiances. It is discrimination of any kind.
The commanders first “good excuse” for allowing small town boys back into small towns to play basketball and rub the balls of their old high school buds? They “know the geography”.
Really, then call them in from some other small community to help in “the arrest” or “the search” that is occasionally needed.
Do they know and care about the law, all laws? If they did, then the legal prerequisite and loyalty would be to the duty that the right of the citizen supercedes even the fears of the cops.
The cops carry guns, not to machine gun knife-wielding homeless people who just maybe should be in institutions designed to help the homeless, not make them crazies on our streets. The cops are not to carry implications that they paid into elected lawyers; coffers so that the world would have more cops while the mentally unfit were kicked out onto the streets because there was not enough money to help them.
The cops carry guns to protect the rights of the citizens over the abuses by even politicians.
If you think that we are not to a state where citizens need to start to stand behind DePape but change her sign, here is one last small town parable for your consideration.
I chose a life freed of dope. Indeed, in that era when Doug Vincent dared to declare that no one was above the law, I ran the roads so that I would look almost as sexy as Kate’s Princeless prince. On one of my late afternoon runs, I was on a back woods lane coming off a street called McKirdy. On that street, many lot owners have to accept that the hills in that area make their lot size into barely half of the “usable” land that other flat landers have. If you want the spectacular view that these lot owners have, you take the geography that Ryan did not want on his new lot.
On McKirdy, you stayed inside your own property boundaries. Indeed, as for any other part of town, you risked the wrath of neighbours if your works at drainage then ran rain water onto their land.
So, I am young. I am huffing my then lean body up that back lane. I see a truck in an isolated part of that back lane.
I knew the Anthony Boesch, who leaned on one side of the hood. Anthony was a young party animal who lived next door to me with his parents at the time. I also knew the other son of that fine, outstanding family of Nipigon citizenry, the Clearwaters. Son Todd, a brother to Allan, was always an unsmiling young man whom I only recognized from brief encounters to that day.
Todd was even more mirthless at this instant. I knew the stuff from what I had seen in University. However, this was not marijuana for casual use between these two. It was a big bale of the stuff laid out on the hood of the pickup. It was obvious to me that they were dividing it up for redistribution. I glared at them to let them know what I thought and continued my run.
I stayed silent to this incident, even as a “teetotaller”, because even then I knew this principle in law. If you are going to legalize a drug, alcohol, that I saw lead to violent injury or death or painful death or needless abuse of wives and children, “because of the booze”, then there had better be deeper legitimate reasons for banning another drug used by too many. I also heard about the paying from big booze executives into politicians’ pockets at that time and was offended by those implications. It was not until 2003 that I actually found records of this paying.
However, as an eventual elected town official, we received a petition asking for the legalization of marijuana after decades of this issue being tossed around. I supported the subsequent motion. Those who said that it had the problems of alcohol and smoking opposed its legalization. My response, made on the public record that our town clerk never kept transcripts of, was that if this was the case then stop being hypocrites. Outlaw cigarettes and outlaw booze. I said that I am no prohibitionist. I was for common sense laws.
My point now becomes this.
Todd and Anthony have become, as far as I know, productive members of our community. However, Ryan is a cop. He has become friendly with an old town home boy named Allan Clearwater. Allan and Todd, in the “geography” of the town, are sons of a town’s reporter. The principle of law would become that, given Anthony and Todd being old dopers, Ryan would be obliged to chase them both equally. The implication becomes that Ryan has formed allegiances and is unable to do so. Therefore, to avoid the appearance of conflict of interest in any such manner, Anthony would have every right to express concern at a home town boy picking and choosing which old home boy would be picked upon.
Policing is not an excuse for reuniting old high school buds who have gained their personal allegiances and prejudices gained from early perceptions of a person’s being.
There are things in my youth I would not do again that I know cops would jump on me for as “criminal activity”. Read the book. There is stuff I did as an adult, as an elected official by 2000, that cops did not like that I would do again. Read the book. Cops then subsequently jumped on me for letters that I would write again. Read the balance of these blogs/essays.
In short, elected lawyer Prime Minister Liberal Paul Martin stayed silent for three months for a letter that elected lawyer Conservative Peter MacKay lauded the day after he received it by email. Cops suppressed MacKay’s commentary as they arrested me. In February 2004, the cops stayed silent to their Conservative side because MacKay was just an elected lawyer in opposition. In February 2004, Mr. Martin, the Liberal lawyer, was in the highest position in the land.
Indeed, my book makes reference to sitting in RCMP Sergeant Steve Arthur’s office in Thunder Bay on August 13, 2004. I had been sent to the RCMP by Nipigon’s OPP because they agreed that I had valid concerns. They were confused by “issues of jurisdiction”, so the OPP said. In August 2004, I did not know the partisan paying implications of the OPP. I had read the law, even international law.
I was astounded after Arthur admitted that he had not really explored the details of my complaint. After all, he said, it was clear that I was asking for Criminal Code charges against many in the Province of Ontario. He was clear that, therefore, this made the matter the OPP’s problem. However, he ventured “the opinion” that I should not be spending my time pushing for charges against Liberal Prime Minister Paul Martin.
Concerned, I clarified that, yes, he had not read all of my documentation sent to the RCMP. I then asked him who in Canada was above the law. Mr. Arthur sat back in his chair and asked what I meant. I meant, I asked him directly, are you, as a cop, even above the law. I was disappointed to hear the man say that it was his view that he could be arrested only if he had done some dastardly deed. Dealing drugs. Violence of any kind.
I eventually registered my concern about this commentary in writing.
In court in September 2004, the Thunder Bay based government bureaucrat, who sent my “offensive” letter to cops, admitted that it was her Liberal controlled head office in Ottawa that pushed for my arrest.
So, instead of using “geography” as an excuse to bring Ryan home, his commanders should have been careful to ensure that the duty of complete impartiality was protected for all citizens.
But, you see, this kind of geography is even more complicated for Ryan.
In 2004, I was arrested for a letter I sent to politicians. Read the blogs. Read the summary “About Don” button at the TakeBackDemocracy.ca site. Read the book.
But start to think about why what is not in front of the citizens’ eyes is sometimes more important than what happens to the silted eyes of small fishies.
The order to arrest me came from offices that were not policing. They were political offices controlled by Liberals. Indeed, the record is that an elected Conservative lawyer lauded my letter that Liberal lawyers eventually arrested me for.
The problem for Ryan, and his commanding officers, becomes this geography.
That incident with Chuck, Ryan’s brother in law, from 1999 already discussed here? In small town Nipigon, the under-age girls who were at the table with my daughter were first cousins of Ryan’s. Their dad was named Tim Harper. Their mother eventually held a good job at the local Ministry of Natural Resources. Tim was a cop who had worked out of town until he had matured enough to return with his teens in tow. Nice guy, but a little irresponsible when it comes to impartiality in our laws.
As an elected town councillor, I sat on a teen committee that I demanded the town’s recreation committee set up. I used it to start to deal with teen-based problems in the community. I worked with Tim’s daughters on that committee. They did not like that I made heat for the eventual husband of their cousin, Ryan’s sister.
Chuck played basketball with Mitch Brennan. I bumped them on men’s league basketball courts when my son and I played some nights at the local high school. Chuck survived the heat from my complaint about staying silent to under-aged drinking. He did not move out of town to mature, as I suggested was needed. Instead, Mitch appeared in town as another young home boy cop. This practice began to accelerate.
Indeed, on New Year’s eve 1999, a citizen of the community dared to insinuate that, when cops’ kids got drunk underage, they got special treatment. Others’ teens immediately got into trouble, was the public’s perception. Another incident happened. I filed an official complaint that carried on into the last months of my elected service into 2000. I was especially concerned about the conduct of policing officials in a nearby small town called Red Rock.
So, because I do not have pictures of my arrest in 2004, does this then make the silence of small town citizens and then a nation right because the citizens did not see what transpired? No. Indeed, I dare to suggest that we are back into the shades of Nazi Germany.
You see, or you don’t, there are only words to record this. Elitist educators refuse to deal with them, because they do not have time. But, worse, cops refuse to deal with them because all of this implicates their self-promotions. Silence, like covering up what happens to little fishies in a small town, is too, too convenient for the cops and the lawyers and the judges.
So, it is indeed time for the citizens to awaken to this final part of the story.
To 2002, I was considered an outstanding citizen of the community. By 2003, I was a pariah in the sides of the politicians. The cops care not about politics, as long as their pet politicians get them bigger guns. So, when a letter appeared from a federal agency headed by Liberals implicated in my court complaints and the politicized feds asked for my arrest, who appeared at my car’s door to push me into a cop car?
That cop from Red Rock whom I complained about in 2000.
Who became the lead investigators for the complaint? Not Tim Harper, or any other long-standing cop from the Nipigon area. Currie stayed silent. Currie and Harper may claim that they were uninformed and kept out of the loop. That is not the point. The point is that, voluntarily, cops in Nipigon who knew that I was political took a politicized letter and allowed it to become a reason for an arrest without full investigation.
None of my warning letters to Canada’s elitists in our institutions of governance and “justice” were brought forward as “evidence” in my arrest. Indeed, even my court-submitted documents, documenting the sins of partisan “judges”, were silenced.
Mitch Brennan sat in my house consoling my wife as my house was searched. The search began under the leadership of a cop dragged in from Terrace Bay. His cohort sat with me in an interrogation room and said that “after 9/11, we cannot write whatever we want!”
Show me where our constitution was revoked. It was not, in Canada or America. Its rights had already been removed before 2004. I did not realize how until 2007 when I found the donations from Ontario’s cops, approved by Fantino’s own practice of doing this as the once-head of the Chiefs of Police Association of Ontario.
So, yes, this creates a dilemma that is illegal and that the citizens must now stand against if our democracies are to regain any credibility.
Ryan Traintinger, the cop, may face recrimination because of pictures that make record of the obvious that Barry and others did not see from a lane way and which others do not care about. The cops of Nipigon, however, are into an illegal bind where the lot of them are implicated through their donations to partisans, a practice made illegal in international law in 1948, constitutional law by 1982 and protected under the Criminal Code by 1989.
So, will a citizenry that claims to be in a democracy have the courage to stand against those who have made our vote as insignificant as “the vote” in Libya and Egypt? Or will the citizens allow stupid arrogance gained by power to overwhelm even their rights before they stand up against the obvious that they pretend not to see?
Democracy is not about sex because it is not sexy. It is about our daily, personal responsibilities to use our tongues and pens to stand up against wrong the moment it appears.
The dilemma for citizens now becomes this.
I am winding down on this tome of an essay when I open an email from a friend. She is a writer in Ottawa, a poet. She understands the vulgarities of writing. The “writing demons” awaken you at strange hours in the morning to write, write, write. She is concerned about burnout and about the consequences of a seemingly never ending cause. She is concerned that this being alone will not end until my cause ends.
I laugh. She is religious. She is a very nice lady. I say that even she needs a lesson in what faith really entails. Our conversation leads me to discover that she is not “religious”. She is spiritual. And talking strengthens our understanding.
It means listening to the human spirits, not making the human spirits our convenient propaganda once a year. We have made November 11, Remembrance Day, into the shallow ceremonies that equate to the Christian Christmas. Great pomp and ceremony. Silence to the injustices on the days in between.
These people have the power! They will talk to us! They do not have to listen! Even into our courts of “Justice” that they have made the protectorates of their voice over ours.
I have read what my father wrote. Oh, rest assured that I will meet my father’s urging. I may have moments of doubt in the weakening hours of these long days of writing. But, I have faith. And it comes from this knowledge.
My great uncle served in the first Great War. He returned, wounded in body and spirit but not in the faith that change would come. He was a battalion of human beings who returned to my nation, awakened. It was in that post war era that Canada suddenly started to find its voice as a nation that knew that democracy and justice was not about some old crone across some vast sea.
My father put on a Canadian Army uniform in 1940, prepared to die for coming generations. Saved by definable “physical deficiencies”, he was wounded by his witness to the consequences of those who take the power of democracy to make it instruments of their own greed and power.
I do not need to go to Stephen Harper’s, or any other pompous politician’s, grand cathedrals. I do not need to sit in the halls of a Parliament that my voice was barred from in February 2011 (read The Final Corollary posted at the book site). I do not need the shallow pretence that religious bowing has any relevance when it comes to faith and spirit.
I have said this before in warning to cops like Ryan and politicians like Stephen Harper. My tongue and my pen are filled with spirit. It is the spirit of warriors who stood against what Ryan and Harper do, even to neighbours, simply because they have “the power”. I have the faith that, in time, even if it takes decades, the children of my nation will arise. They will take the lessons from these spirits that these bastards in power try to silence with pomp and ceremony and circumstance every July 1 and November 11 in the Canadian calendar year.
I have the faith that our planet, my nation as a leader first, will rise to make the colour of water the state of governance and justice in all parts of the world. I have the courage to stand up against those who have no vision in this and no sense to their legal obligations in this.
I have this faith and courage because I know people suffered because one business man in 1929 failed to stand against a man named Hitler who used the vote to then deny the rules of human decency. These rules of human decency were made into law by 1948. Those laws set down the standards so that Never Again would the children of the world face what happened before 1945.
So, when the ominous signs of 1929 happen to me, I have the faith. I am filled with the spirits of those who had the courage to stand against bombs and bullets to bring us the law of 1948. So, if I must stand alone as a leader in all of this, I will.
Because, as my father says, change comes from the poor. Ghandi may have led, but it was the brave citizen who stood against British machine guns who changed India. Martin Luther King, Jr. may have led, but it was the rioters in the slums of American cities who awakened America to the need for change. Mandela may have rotted in a prison in South Africa, but it was the brave citizens in the townships who said “No more!” who led to change that made even human race the colour of water.
It is time in my nation.
I may be poor in the measure of the likes of Harper and Peter Munk (read the book about the depth of hypocrisy measured in a Canadian business man who became rich while forgetting that it was the bravery of Canadians who saved his European Jewish ass by 1944). I am rich in the knowledge that the spirits that fill me reassure me that this is indeed a battle that is right and must be carried on with pen and tongue and internal strength to the end.
It is up to the rest of citizenry to awaken to the fact that democracy just ain’t a sexy thing.
Watch the TakeBackDemocracy.ca pages. In time, yes, there will be a “process of peace” posted there which will take us to the legal promises of 1948 that our politicians and their partisan friends have so vilely corrupted.

FIRST STEPS TO RETURNING OUR NATIONS TO CREDIBLE DEMOCRACIES (points to be expanded upon at TakeBackDemocracy.ca in the coming weeks):
• Stand up to the propaganda and challenge it where ever and whenever it appears;
• Refuse to participate in the illegal, for example, the census (read earlier blogs), and, yes, our currently illegal elections (read the blogs and TakeBackDemocracy.ca;
• Follow the example of Libya, etc.... Yes! The vote is illegitimate... Yank the buggers out!
• Stand up against the illegal, small or big. Challenge, challenge, challenge but have the courage to change all of this;
• Force the resignations of those who corrupted and abuse our vote since 1982, to a decline of our rights... yes, I am saying that Harper and Layton, Duceppe and Ignatieff must go so that future “leaders” understand that they are our representatives, only, not our dictators;
• Clean up of our courts all of the way to the Supreme Court of Canada.... I suggested how that should happen in 2004... that will appear at the TakeBackDemocracy.ca page

I assure you that all of this can be achieved by using the precedent set already in our Parliamentary halls. BUT, if those with guns will not recognize their duty in this, then we need the courage to stand outside our courtrooms first, as the Libyans did.