I never met Professor David Johnson or communicated with him verbally or otherwise. But as fate would have it, our lives crossed twice. When this happened the first time, I learned what a highly moral man David Johnson was. Before the crossing of our lives happened the second time, I feared that David Johnson will be punished for his integrity by those whose motivation is generated by immorality.
Here is the story behind my first crossing with David
Johnson:
It was about 20 years ago that I got an idea about turning
sea water into fresh water using a very economical method. I was in Montreal at
the time, thus sent my invention to McGill University for testing and
appraisal. This gave me the opportunity to communicate with the head of the
Department in charge of such matters. The woman liked the idea so much, she promised
to start the testing soon and let me know how to proceed from there.
When she failed to contact me for a number of days, I
called her department only to be told that she was transferred to another post.
I called her there and had a discussion that turned out to be the antithesis of
the enthusiastic way by which she had greeted the invention when she saw it
first. A few days after that, I heard in a news broadcast that David Johnson was
no longer Chancellor of McGill.
Immediately, the rumors began to swirl among the
academics of the nearby Concordia University as well as among the English speaking
lawyers of Montreal, to the effect that David Johnson was pushed out. Nobody
said why but I knew why. It was that the Canadian Jewish Congress, joining
hands with The Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) and others, had formed a
crime syndicate that made it their business to make life miserable for me.
Fast forward 20 years, a time when I already had a
blog for a decade and a half which I deliberately and consciously did not use
to tell my story. I did not, so as to establish myself as a writer first and foremost;
one who thinks and writes about a variety of issues. I made that choice lest I
be considered an operator that’s wielding a cudgel and using it to hammer his
audiences.
But then, on December 24, 2022, I published the first
article in which I began to tell my story. I mentioned the fact that I will
soon turn eight years of age, and hinted that I was not doing well health wise.
Thus I asked to be compensated for the 55 years (20,000 days) of terror that my
persecutors inflicted on me. To my surprise, I discovered that the audiences
liked this personal kind of articles more than they did the previous kind. But
that was not the response of the Canadian Government, now in the hands of
Justin Trudeau, head of the Liberal Party.
As if owned and operated by the Canadian Jewish
Congress whose sole purpose in life is to convince the feeble minds in power
that only Jews can suffer persecution, the Trudeau government refused to see
the enormity of the crime that was inflicted on me by non-other than the Jews
and their feeble minded lackeys who are nevertheless in high positions.
Failing to see that playing the Jewish game was to
commit crimes against humanity, Justin Trudeau responded to my postings by dancing
the ritualistic body language that’s meant to tell everyone there was nothing I
could do to offend him. Thus, I shall never be in a position to force him
approving the release of the money owed to me. But how was the body language
played?
The game was played by first pretending that China was
spying on Canada, thus creating an artificial bogeyman meant to represent the
alter ego, not of the criminal syndicate of Jews and their Canadian lackeys,
but of China that was doing nothing more than mind its own business.
Thus, every time I wrote about my ordeal in a blog, Trudeau
and his clique would rail against China to let the world know they sympathise with
me even if they will not puncture the wall of silence that has been the most
painful ordeal I was made to endure for decades.
When the game began to look silly, Trudeau appointed David Johnson as Special Rapporteur on Foreign Interference to give the game a modicum of respectability. But the highly moral Johnson refused to play the crooked game of the criminal syndicate and resigned.