Whereas the world is becoming conscious of the fact that the group of so-called democracies priding itself on its spotless Human-Rights record, has in reality been a phony and hypocritical bunch, the government of Canada that maintained itself at the forefront of the group, is now demonstrating how phony and hypocritical it has always been.
If you can imagine a democracy as being a healthy human
body, you must now think of the so-called democracies as being a dead and
decomposing corpse being devoured by magots. It is that the government of
Canada has allowed a foreign criminal organization with worldwide reach to use Canada’s
own security apparatus (RCMP) in a long term scheme to terrorize a citizen that
refused to toe the Jewish line. That citizen is yours truly. Thus, I speak from
personal experience.
Instructed by the Jews, the RCMP maintained a constant
regime of surveillance on me, and widely spread the raw information among those
in the loop whose veins were simultaneously being pumped with poisonous lies
about me engaging in illegal activities that endangered human life on Earth.
The result was that I lived most of my adult life under a constant regime of
psychological terror imposed on me for no better reason than I would not praise
the foreign criminal organization while trashing my people, my race and every
moral stance I stood for.
If you think that the use of the internet, which gave me the
opportunity to take my story public, motivated the Canadian government to feel
shame and respond to my call to come clean by honoring the promise it made to
acknowledge what happened, and tell me of my options — I say think again. You
get less response talking to these people than talking to a wall. It has been
more than 40 days since I went public, and the government of Canada has made it
clear by its stonewalling that it is comfortable prolonging its terror campaign
against me for as long as it will take to silence me by exhaustion or by old
age.
Because what made it possible for me to survive the RCMP
tricks designed to push me over the cliff of despair, and do something stupid
that would have justified their beastly treatment of me — was to think there
could be a way out of the horror I do not see now but will see in the future, I
renew that kind of hope and cling to a similar notion, even believe there is a
better chance now that the government of Canada will see the light and move to
end the rapacious devouring of Canada’s dead Human Rights corpse by the Jewish
magots advising it how to handle this case.
I say this because the signs are there to the effect that
some honorable souls are prepared to break through the wall of the conspiracy
of silence, and take the story to the general public where the government of
Canada always feared it may end up. In fact, an incident that shows how the
fear factor motivates the government to do the right thing, happened to me when
I was in Montreal, but there is a lesson in it for all of Canada and the rest
of the Anglosphere.
This part of the story started because I got fed up one day
with the editors of the Globe and Mail. They were suppressing my right to free
speech by pressuring others to treat me as non-existent while at the same time
“mining” what I was writing and what information was gathered about me by the
RCMP and their cohorts. The editors encouraged everybody to have a field day
while enjoying an intellectual freebee for breakfast every morning.
I sued the editors of the Globe and Mail in Montreal, and
this required that I subpoena the big honcho among them who was in Toronto.
Because the Civil Code of Quebec requires that I obtain permission to subpoena
someone, I had to fill an application in accordance with the demands of the
Code. I did that … not once but 13 times because the clerk at the courthouse refused
to approve it each time without telling me why except to say it did not conform
with the requirements of the Code.
Having to go home and retype the application several times
before going back to the courthouse not knowing if this will work, got me so
frustrated, I thought of a way to scare the clerk into moving out of his
paralysis, and granting me the permission that will allow me to proceed with my
lawsuit — or telling me what in the application required fixing. Knowing that
nothing scares Quebeckers more than someone telling the Americans how horrible
these people are, I threatened to write a letter to an American publication or
two, telling them about my dreadful experience on that day. A man sitting near
the clerk, who turned out to be his supervisor, jumped to his feet and ordered
him to stamp the application with the approval seal.
He explained to me that the Code asks that the subpoena be
delivered to the witness by an adult. Because I did not use these specific
words, the clerk had the technical right to reject the application. However,
because I said that the application will be delivered by the sheriff in Toronto,
who could only be an adult, I fulfilled the demand required by the Code, and
should be granted the permission.
Why the fuss? What really was going on there?
What happened on that day had roots that went back years
prior to it. It is that to scare the world about the evildoings they constantly
attributed to me, the Jews would use the true information gathered about me to
tell scary stories that seemed to have the scent of truth in them. And so, what
they did one day was to say I was on my way to the courthouse planning to plant
an explosive in it. And they left a “suspicious” looking package where it was
thought I’ll be going.
The police cordoned off the area, recovered the package and
found nothing dangerous in it. But ever since that day, the mention of my name
first scared people such as the subpoena clerk, who then proceed to have fun
pulling my legs being a privileged member of the mischievous crowd that’s
legally allowed to give me a hard time and be protected by law.