The Final Words

The Final Words
July 14, 2011
Don MacAlpine.... this blog prints out to about 5 pages and takes at least 10 minutes to read... it is meant as a lead-in/review of the more important blog that follows....


No. I am not disappearing. No. This book, Just Business, is not going away. However, I do know that it will take until October 1 to have the second edition ready. So, as suggested, I am sliding away from this “blogging” to concentrate on smashing these blogs and the relevant parts at the http://TakeBackDemocracy.ca ( ) pages down into a book that will be more in the size that our supposedly time-strapped citizens would be prone to pick up.

As one “Time Management” trainer told me in one course that I took, it is never that we do not have enough time for any one thing on “our lists”. We simply choose to make it a lower priority.

So, some things for the citizenry to chew on before I get to some final observations relevant to my July 11 “blog”, Democracy Ain’t Sexy.
"A Nanaimo BC citizen" received my book this spring. We carry some common concerns. We correspond regularly. So, in the emails that flew off about the last blog below, this observation came back.

“... Don: Your recent content has reminded me of an observation that Bob Hansen ... and a guest made during an on air interview -- to paraphrase (with editorial license): that the reason why the more oppressive governments are finding it hard to keep the lid on ‘their’ citizenry is because they, as a matter of daily life, insist on keeping the lid on life secured too tightly, while, conversely, the West's more ‘liberal’ “democracies” don't sweat the little things, and in that way giving vent to life's daily irritations amongst 'their’ citizenry... and in that way letting the steam escape that would otherwise threaten the stability of the world’s more enlightened nations. [The original (commentary) being more concise and every bit as explicit in its revelation.]

Similarly, a usenet commentary I once read, posted by one (Romanian? Yugoslav?) who, unlike many of his relatives, survived the NAZI occupation of eastern Europe -- that unlike the iron boot that was felt elsewhere in Europe during the height of the German Empire's mid-twentieth century Adventure, life in Berlin remained quite pleasant almost up until the time of the regime's collapse.

So, as long as we are free to drink beer at our favourite sporting spectacle, vent in the streets afterwards, or seek the visitation of vigilante retributions upon those who vent in the streets, life is good in the west??? As it is when we're invited to pee in our panties at the thought of catching a glimpse of a royal parasite or two? The Babble Machinery. ...”.

When I asked my friend to allow me to post this as a public comment at the Just Business book site (it will be under book/blog reviews, eventually), he did say that he had not written it carefully for public consumption. He did suggest “... “Babble Machinery” will need a pointer to H.G. Wells' short story, When the Sleeper Wakes ...” and added these thoughts: “... It would be nice, as well, if Bob could ID the who, when and where of his interview. Much more eloquent in its concise act of discovery.

And after sending I had the thought that I should have added ... a pointer to that bit in the Declaration of Independence where Jefferson observed that people will endure tyranny so long as they are able. Again, much more eloquent in the original. ...”.

I would also add that Canada is not to the state of the European nations, whose resources have been ravaged again and again. The United States of America, with its population ten times Canada’s, is. It made the stupid move of arrogant ignorance of that reality that Great Britain forgot as colonies suddenly awakened to the fact that Great Britain could be starved if it was stood up against. That is mostly why “democracy” became a negotiated thing in my nation Canada.

Awakening one person at a time until we reach 12,000 plus?

My friend had responded to an email fired off on July 13 to the Federal Minister of Justice and his provincial counterparts. Yes, we can always construct things better if we “have the time”. I do have other things in my life also, so I am not going to reword this until it becomes part of the book, Democracy Isn’t Sexy, if it does. I had said this in that email:

“... Amazing. Glass smashes after a night of hockey violence, and 12,000 respond via this new "social media".

Canada's institutions of democracy are taken over by people who act like the Brown Shirts who so rapidly infiltrated supposed institutions of policing and justice. We forget that smashing glass led to first, the suppression of voice and then the open murder of any who opposed the partisans in institutions of governance, justice and policing.

So, this is an invitation.

I delivered the following letter to the town council that contains this invitation now being extended to anyone with the resources to be crossing Canada or the gumption to get out of their big city radio booths (yes, those elitists radio hosts of our national media, this is a dig at you, CBC). MEDIA: Make appointments via email, if you really want to talk.

Drop in before the leaves fall and the credibility of democracy in my nation falls even further.

Just because many of you did not hear the "smashing glass" of injustice that I, and others, like Barry Hennessey's Alberta family and Diane, of southern Ontario, and too many others, have experienced does not mean that you should not awaken.

I trust, therefore, that I will be overwhelmed by concerned citizens who want to take time to talk about why we should be concerned and what we can indeed do to change this nation back to what we were legally promised it would be.

In 1948. Again in 1982. And then in the assurance that our Criminal Code of 1989 would indeed protect us all from the abuse of power and privilege gained via our vote.

Those legal obligations have been removed by the Brown Shirts of the new allegiances under modern names that have taken over our Parliaments, courts and policing institutions.

No. We should not be waiting for the smashing glass. As Brigitte DePape urged, it is time for change through a peaceful but law enforced revolution that yanks the unlawful from their positions that they illegally gained through the abuse of our vote.

It is in our power to end the silence to all of this before the smashing glass appears around all of us.

I trust that many will do what they can by sending friends and family to my final blog, which will face stark revision so that the citizens will have a book of essays for the record... and in the hope that we end all of this before we are to the state of Libya and Egypt.

I momentarily watched CTV news last night and the newest news that stock markets plunged again. Our world reels from the dishonesty in governance and the governance of our daily business. It is in our power to end this by standing up against it. One by one. To 12,000 and beyond... ...”.

So, yes, eventually, I will get to the invitation sent to citizens across this nation. However, first I want to urge you all to read the blog, Democracy Ain’t Sexy that follows below. If 55 pages of reading daunts you, think about what another newly acquired friend had to say as she broke away from it to entertain friends in her home. Now retired from the Toronto teaching profession, she has written her own book on the vulgarities she encountered in Toronto schools. We are exchanging books to exchange ideas and concerns. That is democracy.

She wrote, yesterday, “... I have been reading your essay “Democracy Aint Sexy”. It is extremely interesting and a very good read. Your thoughts seem to flow so fast that I wonder if you are able to keep up. I cannot complete the reading now as I have to pick up a friend .... I am having her and her husband for lunch. ...”.

Making time, she wrote back later in the day, “... I just finished reading your essay. It was greatly informative and an eye opener. I can feel your frustration, passion and anger. Your aim and desire to change the legal and political systems in our country is exemplary. You are courageous and persistent. You are the Michael Moore of Canada.

There are two things that can happen to you. One, you become famous, rich and successful and the second that you get burnt out. Don't let the second happen to you. But one thing is sure, you have made people think, question and ponder. Change will come in small doses, but it will. ...”.

These are encouraging words although I hope that I never attain the girth of Michael Moore. Ironically, Moore was one American whom I sent a batch of materials off to in the days when such “men of stature” were brave enough to post their contact information on the internet. That was in the era when his “Bowling for Columbine” gained fame. I was just into my trench warfare against corrupting lawyers and politicians when I watched this movie.

Moore, we all know, seems to thrive on momentary notoriety and then disappears to whom knows where. I simply want change, and justice, not to become rich and famous.
As my Toronto friend says, I do have faith that we can and will get there. I keep promising that I will post the “how’s” at my TakeBackDemocray.ca page. I make point summary hints at the end of the Democracy Ain’t Sexy blog. I trust that the citizens will have the patience that I have been forced to have for a decade now.

However, before I get to the warning/invitation sent to my town’s fathers, something that will be added to the final essay that comes out of the Democracy Ain’t Sexy blog.

“... I live in a small town in a province of Ontario in a nation called Canada. There is another small town in Ontario that is called Orillia. Ironically, it is also where the headquarters for Ontario’s top cops are.

The town has some reluctant history of its own. A writer, who gained some national fame for his satire, lampooned the citizens of that fair town. I had to read some of his essays when I went to high school.

The humour was deprecating. The small town, of that day, citizens were offended. While citizens like I would never know who the characters were based on, many in the town screamed foul when Stephen Leacock clearly wrote about them.

Now the town holds a festival. There was at one time a special award, with some monetary value assigned to it, handed out in Leacock’s name, also.

Aw, that the critical essay gained as much allegiance as the use of humour! As two more friends said, even in commentary to my correspondence responded to by those “two others”, it is often posthumous recognition that gains authors and artists glory. I am not gunning for fame or glory. I am simply seeking justice.

But, on July 13, my hope has sagged.

Ryan’s eager pounding had quietened for a couple of days. On this unluckily numbered day, to some, a “young lad” who is now getting bald appears. Sean was a kid when I signed his name up on hockey registration sheets. In the days before I resigned from small town hockey and its condoned violence, I knew this kid. He is now working as a contractor. He is making good taxed money off of Ryan’s endeavours.

I am saddened because, in his absence, I have returned to Ryan’s lot and taken more pictures. After all, there had been some more noise as the Clearwater/Kovacs’ machine disappeared. There had been more pushing and shoving and more material dumped into the ravine I have already talked about in “that blog”. I simply took the pictures to add them to my pictorial records before Sean returned.

Small town arrogance breeds small town stupidity.

There is a heating and plumbing man in town with the last name of Mahoney. Behind his back, I have heard him called “Phoney Mahoney”. That nickname I have never figured out. Maybe it is because he now walks around with one of those mobile phones strapped or glued to his head. Or maybe it is because others call him “Baloney Mahoney” that the phoney implication is made.

I only know that once I had to battle him on town council. He was a citizen member of the public works’ committee. He had been doing some work which he claimed was the fault of the town. He began to enter the debate in a matter where he would end up having a vote on the resolution that might be had. I simply pointed out that we already had the facts of the case before us. It appeared to me, I dared to venture, that he was trying to add additional influence to the debate that was to result in a vote.

He exploded and insisted that my position that he withdraw from the debate was stupidity. I reminded him that the Public Works Committee was not an avenue for self promotion but an opportunity to bring issues and ideas forward to meet the public’s interest, not just his. He stormed out, resigning loudly. I did not miss him for this and he did not talk to me for the longest time.

I do not know the man’s political affiliations but I do know that his dad was on the local executive of the Liberal party. Regardless, on the afternoon of the 13th, I knew that he appeared in Sean’s working space for one of two reasons. His other coffee buds were either not available and he needed to chat with someone. Or, he was here to make a view of solidarity clearer.

You see, he had sat in a coffee shop regularly where war veteran Don Doiron and I would sometimes end up at. Doiron, if you read the book, was a good friend of Mahoney’s dad. Both of them were both good Liberals and served on that party’s local executive together.

Mahoney sat and coffeed with a cop who had tried to arrest me a second time because I had shown up late for one of my sign-in sessions at the cop shop. It did not matter, you see, that one “duty counsel” lawyer had said on the day of my first arrest that I should be released completely, with no conditions, because of my non-existent Criminal record and my history as an elected official. That “legal professional” made that declaration after a fairly lengthy talk that ended with him telling me that he would not be available on the next day for my “bail hearing”.

But, on the day of my bail hearing, if you read my book, I listened in astonishment to a newly assigned “duty counsel” lawyer say that he had not even read my file. Then, despite my relating to him my conversations on the previous day with “that free lawyer!” provided by “the courts!”, this new “legal professional” almost allowed the cops to put an ankle bracelet on me until I protested loudly against this stupidity.

So, yup, the cop does not care about the standard of justice only the rules as they will have them be, I rapidly learned in 2004. Mahoney sat in the coffee shops with this cop in uniform while coffeeing with others. Talking Baloney. War veteran Don Doiron would say hi to a Mahoney who was cold to me at the time. Doiron shook his head, in the meantime, asking what the hell was going on in our nation. He had heard my side of the story and had little use for the cop that Mahoney and buds coffeed with.

I had heard that Mahoney’s coffeed legends gained him grand reputation. Before his phone showed up in his ear years after, many could not find him. The saying went that this was because he was in coffee shops or someplace yakking to someone while the work that people wanted to get finished lingered on or was done by his lowly subordinates.

Aw, so, on July 13, I knew that Baloney was in Sean’s space to yak, not work. I also knew that there is a circle of solidarity that forms in business that I am not part of. So, I simply carried on with my work in my own backyard, knowing that they saw me and I not caring that I saw them.

I did observe Sean’s young assistant getting more and more agitated. Sean and Phoney were in deep conversation, I cared not about what. The young, short but muscular lad was obviously looking for directions that his boss was not giving him. This went on for over an hour. It was the subsequent archaic idiocy that astonished me.

Mahoney made much show of leaving after an hour. Sean suddenly awoke to the time passed. He berated his agitated helper, telling him that he should “Work like a man, not a woooo- man!”

Small town idiocy? Not necessarily. If Kate is merely the sexual servant to a “prince”, why should women everywhere not be below men?

And if this is the attitude in our nations’ highest hijinks, why would the antics of a small town cop measure any differently when it comes to the laws requiring the protection of every citizen’s rights over the rights of the coppers and their political friends? ...”.

So, yes, sometimes the national small minds need to be challenged so that, in time, we look to a future that builds on looking to the future instead of the repetitive, “They did it to me so I am going to do it to them!” This was all to end two centuries ago and then, more clearly, because of a war served by vets like Donald Doiron whom too many forget.

No. One man cannot change all of this. But one can hope. Then, so can 12 thousand and so forth...

So, I invite you, if you are passing through Nipigon via the internet or in person to do this. Visit the final pictures of a stoned project in my small town or visit the place in person, if you have the resources. And then consider this invitation, to be posted as signage at that statue to themselves and their friends, built in Nipigon:

First signage:
DEMOCRACY?
Stone Fronts Make Good Propaganda
Works of Fiction, Good Escape from Our Responsibilities
In True Democracies

Townspeople and Visitors Alike Are Invited To Educate Themselves to the Whole Truth
And Why the Stones You Are Viewing (dragged all the way from Ignace, Ontario and chiselled and sand blasted) Make Good Propaganda (See Second Sign)
WARNING: The matter being discussed in the 2011 Essays on The Stone Patio was put before Canadian courts starting in 2002. Judges, linked by political paying with current politicians in Nipigon (town council), Toronto (provincial government) and Ottawa (federal government), illegally corrupted this process. The book, Just Business, is the author’s record of what international and constitutional laws were violated starting in November 2001. It makes a record of the author’s intent to secure justice through courts that eventually meet the legal requirement to be freed of partisan tainting. After all, our courts are supposed to protect honesty in business, not destroy it.
This sign is an instrument of free speech THAT ENABLES THE dissemination of information to expose the illegalities encountered by its author since 2002.
DEFACING OF THIS SIGN OR ANY ATTEMPT TO REMOVE OR OBSCURE IT WILL BE CONSIDERED DELIBERATE DESTRUCTION OF PERSONAL PROPERTY AND AN OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE IN A MATTER THE AUTHOR STILL CONSIDERS TO BE BEFORE CORRUPTED COURTS. CRIMINAL CODE CHARGES WILL BE LAID AGAINST ANY PERSON DEFACING, REMOVING OR OBSCURING THIS SIGNAGE.




SIGN 2:
ESSAYS ON A STONE PATIO
(In The Garden, July 27 “until the snow flies”)
3 to 5 pm Today
(Starts at 3 pm for the first (about 10 persons) to arrive)
(Evening sessions can be arranged by appointment)
172 Greenmantle Drive, Nipigon
You are invited to meet former Town Councillor, Don MacAlpine, in His Yard To See Water Flowing Over the Stones That Werner Schwar, Landscape Architect, Wanted For the Illegal Fiasco, Now in Front of You. A First Edition Book Telling the Full Story, Just Business, is Available (870 pages of hard reading).
Resident of Nipigon, or an American or Canadian Visitor to the Town? It Matters Not. The Story Behind These Stones Exposes How Corrupting Legal Professionals and their Partisan Friends, Of All Political Stripes, Have Corrupted our Democracies.
Come to a Half Hour Summary of How Corrupted Courts Protect Dishonesty in Business. That Is, Indeed, Mostly What Is Responsible for the Current International Economic Crisis. Browse Through Essays That Will Form The Author’s Second (about 200 page) Book: DEMOCRACY ISN’T SEXY

Yes … Corrupted Justice Corrupts Democracy

Feel Free to take a brochure for instructions to get to the author’s house (a 10 minute (fast) walk from here or a 5 minute drive) (Refreshments will be served)
OR take a brochure for contact information…

No, reading the 55 page blog that follows is no walk in the garden. But, Democracy Isn’t Sexy.

So, I hope that you will take the time to read and think as some people are.