A terrorist crown jewel engineered by the Bibi

 The truth had to come out, and it finally did. It is that the events of October 7, 2023 unfolded as they did because the moment that they began, a distress call generated by the partying Jews, was sent to Bibi Netanyahu’s government.

 

But instead of allowing the dispatch of an army unit to go rescue the beleaguered Jews, Netanyahu purposefully and maliciously delayed the dispatch order for several hours. What was he thinking?

 

Benjamin Netanyahu does not think like normal people do; not even like other Jews do who may or may not themselves be thinking abnormally. And it is in the fantastic belief by which Netanyahu once described himself that we find what motivates this man to speak and act as weirdly as he does.

 

It turns out that Netanyahu has developed a fantasy about himself; one on which he has been holding tight like he would his dear life. Get this: The poor man thinks that his name was etched in stone thousands of years ago, which gives him kinship with the crowd that makes up the circle of divinities.

 

Therefore, being what he is, he can move in mysterious ways, and still accomplish what he desires while confusing the ordinary mortals who will never see the wisdom in what he says or does. The only moments he’ll allow himself to copy from others, are those moments when he emulates his colleagues who dwell alongside him among the elevated crowd of divinities.

 

Thus, if by watching Netanyahu’s performance, you determine that he is obsessed with the idea of killing, it’s because he picked the habit from the history of the Jews as written about them in the book they call the  Old Testament.

 

In fact, he is morbidly fond of exterminating the children of others, especially when the killing is done in front of the little one’s parents. And if this kind of savagery requires that Jews die in the process of implementation, it is “so be it” to Netanyahu because the lesson of Masada is that Judaism recommends the commission of suicide for the purpose of killing others.

 

These being the factors that motivated Benjamin Netanyahu to behave the way that he did all his life, his big moment arrived when his own people came under attack in retaliation for the horrific slaughter of Palestinians that he repeatedly ordered his military to commit in the West Bank throughout his governance. And so—it was for those reasons that he kept the Israeli army back, preventing it from rescuing those who cried out for help.

 

But there was also another reason, just as depraved, that motivated Netanyahu to act as he did on October 7, 2023. What had been happening for decades, in fact, was that Netanyahu had been fooling himself, as did most Jews, about the exaggerated support that the pollsters were telling them they were getting from the American people.

 

But when the Gaza War started, and the American people joined the rest of humanity in declaring their support for the Palestinian people while expressing a rising sentiment of antisemitism, Netanyahu became so alarmed, he decided to do something.

 

Whereas Netanyahu used to falsely accuse the Palestinians to go happy when their children got killed because it gave them propaganda points they can take to the bank, he proved to be the one living with genuine happiness when his own people were getting killed on October 7, giving him propaganda points to take to the bank.

 

On that day, you could almost hear him sing: Let them die. Let them die. Let them die for this is the Jewish way.

Open letter to the leaders of the Democracies

 The time has come for you to realize and to accept the inevitable reality that you need to add a new tool to your toolbox of options, and use it if necessary when it comes to dealing with a friend or ally that has turned both destructive and obstinate.

 

The option you need to acquire is that of burning the bridges connecting you to the friend or ally, which will undoubtedly upset them enormously, but will also serve to deter future monsters from rising and doing the things that will upset you; upset the rest of the alliance, and all of the human race.

 

I am asking you to burn the bridges you may have established with Prime Minister Justin Trudeau of Canada, so as to force him getting on with the business of resolving the immediate problem he maintains in force … and for you to create an example that will serve to deter future monsters who might rise to emulate Justin Trudeau.

 

The problem that Justine Trudeau has maintained concerns the persecution of me. This happened because, among other things, I refused to trash my own ethnicity when ordered to do so by the Canadian Jewish Congress. To be accurate, however, I must specify that the problem started 55 years ago in the era of Justin’s father, the late Pierre Elliott Trudeau. The persecution continued to this day — an age of respect for human rights — but Justin remains adamant about maintaining the persecution.

 

Having spent decades trying but failing to get someone with clout to help me alleviate the horrible burden that was crushing me, I discovered something that told me I was trying to achieve the impossible. In fact, a member of Parliament that was also a Cabinet Minister, as well as a newspaper editor-in-chief were disgraced by the security apparatus of Canada, known as the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) when they tried to help me. This proved Canada to be a police state pretending to be a Democracy. It so scared the lawyers and judges of the country, no one dares take up a case like mine to litigate.

 

Being optimist by nature, however, I always held out hope that an end will eventually come to my nightmare if I persisted in searching for a solution. Alas, this never happened, but I continued to refuse giving up, especially that I was getting physically more debilitated by the month due to the stress under which I was forced to live during my entire adult life.

 

I have reached a condition that is so poor, I must go on what is called “Assisted Living,” failing which I shall live the remaining years of my life in a lamentable condition, while Justin Trudeau and his cohorts are impounding the compensation money that is due to me.

 

What these people have done is rape my human rights for 55 years (20,000 days,) and now impose a code of silence on everyone else. They are waiting for the victim of the rape (that’s me) to die and take the secret with me to my grave.

 

Let these monsters get away with it, ye leaders of the Democracies, and posterity will curse you for it.

Macular Degeneration must be taken seriously

 NOTE: In yesterday’s article, published under the title: “An open letter to the Canadian Judiciary,” and seen below this one, I made a correction when I realized I committed an error. I corrected the error and apologized for committing it. I did not explain what happened, but the following text will give you an idea as to what I’m going through at this time.

 

It has been a year since I went public with my story – posting it on December 24, 2022 – as I did on this blog. I didn’t know then what to expect but was hopeful that something will result because I was conditioned, like everyone else, to believe in the saying that in a real or a pretended democracy, sunshine was the best disinfectant for curing the long festering ills of a society.

 

What I encountered, however, came as a shock to me; one that did damage to my system comparable to what the events that unfolded during the previous 55 years, were able to do. It is that the successive  responses I got from the Government of Canada to the successive attempts I made to reach out to these people and have a civilized give-and-take, told me that I was dealing, not with human beings, but with murderous savages who are equipped with vacuous skulls, vacuous hearts and vacuous souls.

 

I chronicled the best that I could the events that developed throughout the year, and posted them on this blog for all to see who might be interested in the history of this sordid saga. What I did not mention at any time during the year, however, was the reality that I was afflicted with a new illness that could only have been the effect of the government responses to my attempt at reaching out to them.

 

I was afflicted with Macular Degeneration, an injury to the eyes that creeps on you undetected, but once installed, develops at a rapid rate. At first, it confuses the various eye doctors who tend to believe that the injury to the eyes was caused by the fact that I was diabetic. But the reality is that I had been a type 2 patient requiring only pills to control my affliction, and not insulin injections.

 

Still, no one questioned the false assumption till one day, the sudden physical deterioration of my eyes convinced the doctors I had Macular Degeneration, a debilitating disease caused by events that eluded them. But having been told during the previous 55 years that the stress under which I was forced to live, were causing mayhem to my system, I concluded that the culprit this time was the realization that I was dealing, not with human beings, but murderous savages equipped with vacuous skulls, hearts and souls.

 

But what does Macular Degeneration do to patients? It causes their vison to be distorted. The disease does that by omitting a portion of what the patient is looking at. For example, looking at the written word “degeneration,” someone could see it as “degener” whereas someone else will see it as “neration.” And when it comes to numbers, 8 will be seen as 3, and 7 will be seen as 1.

 

This is what Justine Trudeau and his clique of criminal savages brought to me, and whose deterioration they continue to maintain by refusing to resolve the case they created for their enjoyment, and no rational reason they can point to.

An open letter to the Canadian Judiciary

 Let me start by telling you something you’re already familiar with. It is that I know you know much of the details that go into the subject matter I am about to discuss. What most of you may not have been apprised of, however, is the reality that I have known this for a long time now.

 

Such thing happened because I have been in-and-out of business on many occasions, both in Ontario and Quebec at which time I was compelled to appear in court on several occasions as defendant, plaintiff or witness. And so, each time that I mentioned—if only in passing—the said subject matter, the presiding judge advised me that for my own good, I should keep mum about this matter. But when the advice was repeated over and over by different judges, I began to understand that to keep mum was meant to protect the judges as much as me.

 

Despite the fact that this was an early indication as to what I should have expected will happen later on, I was surprise to collide against the reality that the entire Canadian judiciary lived in fear of what will happen to the lawyer who will take up my case and litigate it. One after the other, lawyer after lawyer, and law society after law fraternity, refused to take up the case. Why is that?

 

It’s because the case requires going against the combined power of the RCMP and the Jewish establishment here represented by the Canadian Jewish Congress — for what they did to me … as well as going after the Federal and Ontario governments for failing to protect me. And so, unable to retain a lawyer who will take up my case, I turned to the legal institutions that were established by government, in the belief that they should feel secure enough to stand up to the four conspirators and compel them to do me justice. How mistaken I was!

 

First, I turned to the Human Rights Commission asking them to help me navigate the maze of bureaucracies that make up the system. They directed me to the Human Rights Tribunal where I encountered a bureaucracy that’s incapable of operating without committing criminal frauds along the way. I turned to the Ontario Ombudsman and asked them to help me obtain the right form so that I may file an application. I received Form 1, filled it exactly as instructed and sent it back to the Tribunal.

 

What happened subsequently is that I was inundated with a hocus pocus that make Pol Pot’s Kampuchea look like it was a model of respect for human rights. It is that the entangled events of the fraud-prone Ontario Human Rights Tribunal followed each other in such rapid succession, they could render dizzy even an ice skater that’s used to twirling. Here are the highlights of the crimes these people committed:

 

Using the Ombudsman as a go-between to liaise with me, they gave him an appointment to go see them on November 26, 2023 for an exchange of views regarding my case. The bone of contention being that having sent me Form 1 to fill out and send back to them which I did, they now say I should have filled out Form 5, and they gave me till November 30 to comply.

 

When the Ombudsman got there on the 26th, he discovered they had no intention to exchange views with him. Instead, they informed him that they closed the file 5 days before on November 21, and the only thing left for me to do now was to go back to square one and reapply to have my case heard by the Tribunal.

 

Being pushed around in this manner during the 55 years (20,000 days) of my persecution by both the judiciary and the legislative branch of government, I refuse to take the steps that will continue legitimizing the ongoing crime committed against me.

 

Having reached a debilitating old age, I now seek your help to put an end to this nightmare. I have no idea how it can be done, but you’re the lawyers and the judges, and you should be able to figure out a way.

CORRECTION: This text has been corrected to show that the events attributed to the month of August actually happened in the month of November. I regret making this kind of error.

Open letter to the concerned Canadian elites

 You know something that ordinary Canadians do not. You know that the country is governed by a Prime Minister who makes decisions, not based on reflection and sound judicious thinking, but in response to outside stimuli that prompt him to react almost instantly in a reflexive kneejerk-like fashion.

 

And what he does is so destructive to the country, anyone can see that his responses cannot be sustained without distorting the financial arrangement that’s keeping the economy on an even keel, and shaking the political landscape of the country. It is that when challenged by someone who may or may not be of the elite group, Prime Minister Justine Trudeau dips his hand into the treasury of he country, and doles out taxpayers money to those he declares in need of it even when they are not.

 

It is obvious that having inherited the name Trudeau which towered over the Canadian political scene since the decade of he1960s, Justine developed the feeling that he owns Canada lock, stock and barrel. Thus, he feels no compunction taking the hard earned money of the people, and giving it to others if and when such gestures help him win an argument.

 

On the other hand, the political setup of Canada is structured in such a way that when the Prime Minister decides to go in one direction, his party as well as the one with which he entered into coalition, follow him in perfect lockstep. Thus, the members of Parliament who are of the group, feel compelled to cheer the Prime Minister on, and pretend to agree wholeheartedly with everything he says and does.

 

When scrutinized in both the context of the domestic and international scenes, it becomes clear that of all the countries that wish to be thought of as democracies, Canada stands out as unique when it comes to talking the democratic talk while at the same time pursuing the authoritarian system of governance.

 

It does not take a genius to conclude that the contemporary elites of other countries, and those of the future, will not look kindly at the hypocrisy they will see spew out of Canada’s mouth like a volcano that’s in full deceptive mode. What will vex these people even more, is the reality that to hide the true nature of its character, Canada is running around the globe lecturing to others about the impeccable regime of human rights that’s implemented in the democracies.

 

Already now, it is happening that the credibility of Canada on the world stage, is being eroded at an increasingly faster rate. And just as Justin Trudeau is now depleting the Canadian Treasury to buy the goodwill of domestic recipients, he will sooner or later feel compelled to deplete it even more so as to buy the goodwill of the foreigners who will demand ever higher premiums to stay on the good side of Canada.

 

This alone should nudge the elites of Canada to step back and take a good look at what Justine Trudeau is doing to the country. They should, without hesitation, reach the conclusion that enough is enough, and stop cheering the child that happens to run our lives while hollowed out in the manner of a tin pot, of every sense of humanity such as that which guides everyone of us.

The gang that almost got away with it

 Imagine you go on a voyage of discovery having heard of an enchanted land that lived in solitude, and was ruled by 4 individuals calling themselves wise men of justice and equity. When you get there, you discover that the sterling reputation of those men had spread to the neighboring lands, so much so that the latter decided to join the enchanted one, thus formed the wintery patch of the Two Solitudes.

 

Far from being unreal, something like this did happen decades ago when the so-called 4 wise men of Quebec were elected to govern all of Canada — the French and English parts — an accomplishment they promised will be done with justice and compassion. This being the aspect of their promise that interested you most, you set out to study the effect that their policies were having on the Human Rights condition of the Solitudes.

 

It did not take you long to discover that the wintery landscape of the Two Solitudes encompassed not only the climatic condition of what turned out to be a difficult-to-bond union, but also the political aspect of their interactions. Nevertheless, you continued with your study, concentrating your attention on two of the four individuals who called themselves wise men of Quebec. They were Pierre Elliott Trudeau who became Prime Minister of Canada, and Jean Chretien who became his favorite adviser.

 

Pierre Trudeau demonstrated at the outset, his desire to implement justice and equity in Canada by conceiving a boy he named Justin. By contrast, it took Jean Chretien decades before he had the opportunity to revealed his true character, as well as the nature of the advice he had been whispering in Pierre’s ear during all those years. In fact, as it turned out, Trudeau’s contribution to justice did not extend beyond naming his son Justin. As to Chretien’s contribution, he showed it to be a stink bomb of the most nauseating kind.

 

In fact, it happened that decades later, when the choice came down to giving an innocent man the compensation that was due to him by the fact that Canada conspired to have a foreign “crime and terror syndicate” persecute him, Jean Chretien whispered in the ear of Justin Trudeau – loudly this time – that it would be better to spend the money on repairing the windows of the Prime Minister’s home than spend it on compensating the victim of a horrible crime against humanity that will hang around Canada’s neck like an albatross for centuries to come.

 

But what is the nexus that’s supposed to link the publicized policies to their actual implementation, but failed to do so in the hands of the so-called wise men? Well, under normal circumstances, the nexus would normally have been an upbringing in a normal home; one that makes the boys grow up learning to maintain in check, the desires we associate with our evolutionary beginnings.

 

Rape, whether imposed physically on someone or imposed morally on their human rights, is a modern time plague that has been exhibited by Justin Trudeau in that he allowed the rape of his people by the foreign crime syndicate which started to take roots in Canada under the reign of his father and continued unabetted to these days.

 

The plague was exhibited even more starkly by Jean Chretien, not only with what he whispered in the ear of the Trudeaus, but also the lamentable way by which he conducted his family life. This became obvious by the well known fact that when a child grows in a home that’s run by an oppressing father, he will have a difficult time controlling his desire to rape others both physically and morally.

 

It is that Chretien adopted a native child he used as a toy on which to practice his dictatorial powers. The child grew up to commit physical rape on others, thus demonstrated that his adopted father—being adviser to Justin Trudeau—should make the nation fear the same fate may be awaiting his own children.

 

The 4 so-called wise men turned out to be the gang that almost got away with it, not the carriers of justice and equity they pretended to be.

This Stone Age boy is dilly dallying with fire

 French saying: Aux grands maux les grands remedes

 

Son of a 48-year old domineering father and an 18-year old mother of the flower generation, the boy grew up tiptoeing, not through the tulips, but around the fire.

 

He is Justin Trudeau, son of Pierre Elliott and Margaret Trudeau, an odd couple that’s separated by a generational gap which made the relationship between Justin and Pierre, one of a son that looked up to his father for guidance, and at the same time looked up to the old man as a grandfather by whom he wished to be spoiled like do grandfathers in a normal family.

 

It was the schism between those two desires that ultimately shaped the psyche of the growing boy Justin Trudeau. But overlaying all of this, also came the tendency of the mother to fully live like the flower child of the 1970s which she proved she was by running away with the Rock group known as the Rolling Stones — and by the tendency of the father to clownishly mock his peers, heads of the foreign governments with which he interacted … also mock their system of governance.

 

And then, standing on the name recognition he inherited from his father, the boy ran to be Prime Minister of Canada and won. He took with him to the seat of power, both the baggage of the broken home in which he was raised, and the baggage of a twisted style of governance developed by the father; a style of governance that proved to be totally incompatible with the Liberal Democracy which Canada wants to be and pretends to be.

 

And then, married to a French Canadian woman whose character was shaped by her association with the competitive media and no-nonsense crowd that’s in charge of Quebec’s public wisdom, Justin Trudeau so embarrassed Sophie Gregoire Trudeau, she could no longer stand the antics of his family life or stand his political comportment, both of which he imported into their lives. And so, she dropped his name, separated from him, and went back to being Sophie Gregoire the journalist.

 

Sophie is too young to remember how Margaret lived, and she may not have wanted to read all about the details of that sordid history. And yet, Sophie did not have to read anything because at some point during her marriage with Justin, her eyes must have fallen on a photograph of her mother in law that was so compromising, it revolted her and added to the disgust she developed for the Trudeau family.

 

The photograph is that of a Margaret that’s wearing a short skirt and sitting on the steps of stairs somewhere in a public place. She is not wearing an underwear, thus exposing her naked vagina for all to see. This kind of behavior not being what’s expected of a country’s first lady, it repulsed the French speaking men of French Canada, forcing them to run away holding their noses and crying out:

 

Ce n’est selement pas pour la vue, mais aussi pour l’odeur.