The Government of Canada, the Jewish organizations advising them, and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) who follow Jewish instructions like an obedient dog — thought they had two phony excuses by which to continue practicing the mafia-like omerta that allowed them to maintain the current paralyzed condition despite the fact they had not even one good excuse on which to rely.
It is that (1) not knowing where to contact me to fulfill
the promise of advising me what happened, why it happened, and what my options
for seeking remedy might be — is a laughable excuse given that they have been
tracking me for decades, knowing where I could be found at every moment then and
now.
It is also that (2) they cannot claim I was never
interested to end their persecution of me given that I failed to smash their
wall of silence or achieve the breakthrough of taking my case public in an
effort to shame them into action. But the fact is that I did all which can be
done to end the Jewish imposed nightmare that turned my life into a living hell
for 20,000 days. It is just that the mafiosi fraternity blocked all of my
attempts to contact the government and resolve the situation. In fact, the
fraternity is doing it now the way it did then — maintaining the omerta and lying
about everything else.
But here it is, I have now taken my case to he public. So,
why have they not been shamed into action? The answer to that question is
obvious. It is that they are shameless. They get scared and act only when made
to feel fear, but feel no shame when revelations, however embarrassing they may
be, expose them to the public. But is it not generally true that after a while,
shame sets in anyway, causes fear to rise to the surface, and forces even the
most reluctant to act?
Yes, this is true but when it comes to feeling shame so
intensely as to fear the consequences of what they do or fail to do, different
people have different levels of tolerance. Thus, from the looks of it, our mafia
conspirators must have a high tolerance for living a shameless existence as
long as the story remains inside the loop where they developed it themselves and
kept it hidden for decades. Their aim continues to be that of preventing the
story from breaking to the general public where they as politicians stand to be
voted out of office, and they as prominent figures, stand to lose what favorable
standing they may have.
Whereas someone like me remains powerless when it comes
to ending an ongoing horror situation, the RCMP who take orders from the Jewish
organizations, turned Canada into a police state, putting it in the service of
the Jews and Israel. The proof is that the RCMP hurt several individuals who
tried to help me end the horror, by destroying the families of those
individuals, revealing the dirt they had on them.
That was only one example of the many I witnessed. There is
a number of other examples which can be considered circumstantial thus set
aside as being of little consequence. I became aware of them when each time
that I had a court or a reconciliation case, and I mentioned that my responses
were affected by the reality that I was persecuted by the RCMP, the judge
hearing my case, dithered and instructed me not to go there. Obviously, the
judges were of the loop, knew what was going on, and feared the aftermath of
venturing an incorrect thought, only to see their families destroyed as a
result.
Still, I cannot tell this horrific history of 20,000 days
without mentioning the one that shows as glaringly as can be that Canada is a
police state run by the RCMP on Jewish orders. Actually, the incident I am
about to describe unfolded when the Trudeau government was defeat by Joe Clark
in 1979, and was out of office for about 3 months.
Joe Clark’s minister of finance was a professor at York
University, my alma mater. He had a political office on Eglinton Street in a
small building at a walking distance from where I lived. I set up an
appointment to go tell him about my persecution at the hands of the RCMP. The
closer I came to the building, the more I got the feeling that something
unusual was about to happen, and it did. I big man sporting a slightly
protruding belly bolted out of a car and started crossing the street to get to
the side where the building stood and I was going.
I entered the building and started to walk up the stairs
when he came so close to me, his belly touched my back for a brief moment.
Realizing what he was trying to do, I continued my climb without saying a word.
Here is what I guessed he was trying to achieve:
He was trying to lend credence to the defense often used
by the RCMP to discredit my telling the world of their persecution of me.
Talking to the people in the loop who were joyfully consuming the expression of
my pain, the RCMP would shamelessly say I was imagining those things. And guess
what, my friend.
The delighted consumers would believe them or pretend to
while savoring the sweet taste of my pain. It is mind boggling how this
so-called democracy works.
Realizing that I would have lent credence to that
nonsense if I told the minister someone followed me up the stairs to the door
of his office, I refrained from doing so. Instead, I turned the table around. I
told the minister there was a good likelihood that, knowing I was coming to see
him, the RCMP bugged his office, and that they were listening to the
conversation we were having.