Human Sacrifice in Canada – a spooky Halloween story

I must be getting SOMEONE’s attention
since my blog logo just disappeared after posting this title
It’s not a joke. It’s very real.

In spiritual practice this is known as “Abomination”

and it’s actually happening in Canada
The victims?
The invisible ones…
Homeless, prostitutes, drug addicts, even children
People with no voice, people no one will look for.
The ones our gov’t wants to sweep and shovel under the carpet
under the ground
no police will ever bother to investigate their disappearance
because in Canada, they’re not really people at all.

Believe me, it will scare you shitless
As much as 23 prostitutes in a pig farm….

And why would you think it’s a joke?
All those priests accused of pedophilia, all the hush hush payouts by big churches?
For years no one would dare accuse a priest of fondling, but after seeing the enormous size of the infestation, we now accept it as a common thing. It’s a standard joke, the pedophile priest, because of it’s prevalence. The next most common position for pedophiles was sports coaches, and then camp councilors or scouting/guide leaders…

It happened in Canada as much as it did in the states and elsewhere.

There is a huge population of alternative religious beliefs in Canada.
But most are disenfranchised by the overwhelming Christian elites, so we don’t see “churches” of neopagan sects such as Garderian Wicca, Dianic Wicca, Gnosticism, Theosophy, Druidism even Buddhism, because many of these sects don’t fall into the “one supreme god” category that Canadian law tries to fit every religious belief system under, so they become “societies”.

Canadian law needs to accept the fact that many religious beliefs currently practiced in Canada are POLYTHEISTIC. Until they do, many belief systems operate underground, and have no protection in Law. As such, their believers have no protection in law, and even face discrimination by christian police.

This leads to a terrible dilemna.

The great majority of these sects are filled with good honest people.
But the discrimination faced by these sects and their members makes them hide in “secret” to avoid the very real possibility of being “burned” both literally, and through societal ostracism.

Regardless of law, there is no real protection for people who are discriminated against in this society due to religious belief or sexual orientation. Many different sects have understandings of sexuality which are completely outside the Christian paradigm.

Acting in secret, over years of reconstructing lost ways destroyed in the Inquisitions (a Christian form of human sacrifice I would suggest) the stories and ways change like that campfire game where a simple sentence travels the circle and becomes a totally different story.

Our society pits people against each other. We are only a short way from throwing stones at the homeless and prostitutes, burning them alive on the street corners while yuppies throw precious gas on them and howl to the great gods of the Stock Market.

90 year old men receive 14 year old 3rd brides in Bountiful.

Secrecy and insularity distill the madness to high fever pitch.

And children are born to be sold for cash to pedophiles, homeless people are whisked away for “the ultimate thrill” ever increasing sacrifices to gods of madness. The Scapegoat.

Salem’s first Witch that was hung was a young woman, not even 12, because she was homeless and orphaned.

We gather in groups to throw stones screeching for unity, for togetherness, for sameness, for regularity and compliance.

They do disappear. But no one counts them, no one sees them missing. In many cases they are brought down to nothing by a concentrated attack on their lives, a steady hunt for the scapegoat.

Don’t believe me, turn your eyes.

Think how you might have spotted that pedophile priest, long ago, before he was jailed, were there times when you actually suspected, then let it slide as foolishness?

It is not heresy to question authority.

But I leave you with this.

The burnings themselves were sacrifices to the christian god, and hunting evil ones can never result in the madness of hunting innocent practitioners of other faiths who are good.

How can we tell? How can we see which tribes meet to worship an act of Abomination?

Many would say that christian practitioners of European sects are guilty of the same in secret.

A sacrifice of animals does not necessarily indicate the presence of Abomination.

I will not point the finger.
The one church in whose basement evil is committed, does not require the burning of all of that faith. I would suggest it is the place of each church together, of each faith, to find the ones in their houses, who practice Abomination, and would bring hunters upon them all.

It is the combining of LIVING ones that creates our greatest inner power, not the sacrifice of a living human being to glorify the ego of our priests. Our need for bigger Ritual to increase Ratings.

If you dare to look at the light inside, you make actually find the darkest ones among you.

(insert evil demonic laughter here)

It’s time we remove the barriers that non-christian religions face to founding churches, so that we may negate the twisted mutations that secretive practices birth

There is no place for abomination in our modern spiritual practices, we must expose any who practice such things, preferably with our own investigations, lest everyone of a faith be colored with the blood of their doings. Unlike the Christian churches, hiding and suppressing the evidence of madness, you must proactively gather the evidence and assist Law in purging the Fallen, or be tainted yourselves with the guilt of their doings.

True belief needs no murder for its power.

Is Google safe for bloggers anymore?

Recently, Google bought up Blogger.

It’s been nice, I can use gmail, blogger, google documents
all without numerous logins and stuff

But remember that big scuffle?
Where Google was complying with the Chinese government to make sure dissidents and material frowned upon by the chinese gov’t would never be found in Chinese searches?

With the new Patriot Act how are we to trust Google?
Does my blog appear on searches outside of my home city?

We read about so many countries that block activist pages, we believe we have freedom and freedom of speech,

But what if it is all bullshit?
What if “democratic” countries are surreptitiously blocking activist/dissident opinions?
Keeping them in little sandboxes, where they appear to be heard, to those nearby
but in actuality, its almost impossible for someone to find their writings

Think about it.
When someone gets a particular Label attached to them by one gov’t
perhaps everything is automatically squirreled away
I wonder about it often.

As the man said:
“Freedom of speech? That’s the motherfucking bullshit…
You say the wrong thing, they lock your ass up quick…”
- Ice T

You’ll be in a wheelchair, but that doesn’t qualify for short term disability….

Someone asked me why this blog is so much like a diary.
Well it was never meant to be, I was going to put up my serious articles, poems, books, art.

But now I figure I’m going to die here in Vancouver,
a victim of the pre-Olympics poverty pogrom. The final stage of the “inevitable” right wing conversion of Kanada to a new and glorious subServant State of the Great American Shit conglomeration.

In the future, when they study the social cleansing mentality of early 21st century Canada, this will be a blight as dark as our railroads built on slave labor, or our death camps for orientals, or residential schools run by pedophiles, or forced sterilization of mental patients, or illegal LSD brainwashing experiments on mental health patients. The selling of mental health institutions to well connected political supporters for condo-conversion, and the subsequent “mental health problem” of former patients now criminalized and destitute. Look it up, they’re all well documented, we’re not quite the civilized society our gov’t projects with it’s state sponsored monopoly media machinery.

Maybe I’ll make it to a footnote.

One more dead artist/writer who should have just been happy licking boots.

I’ve said it before.
Rapists, murderers, thieves, get 3 square meals and a roof over their head.
People who don’t have a home but are honest and don’t steal, starve and sleep in the rain
in Glorious and Free Canada.

Our value system is all fucked up
don’t you think?

Unfortunately, even though I’m about to get an operation in about 1.5 months, and after the operation I’m going to be in a wheelchair possibly, and not able to do normal walking about shit for about 3-4 months, it doesn’t seem to help me get a place to sleep.

But if I killed someone, or raped someone, or stole a car, I’d have a home tonight. I’d laugh if my guts didn’t hurt so much. Time for one of those T3’s. Which should I choose? Of those options? They ARE options right? I’m running out of honest ones, and I ran out of patience a looooong fucking time ago.

You know, I wonder if Jesus himself would like what we do to the poor and medically hurt? Would he be happy with our priorities ?

You there, the police officer “investigating” this flea who dares to speak
As you walk about and drive about the next few days, interacting with the sludge of society, imagine that robed and bearded hippie standing beside you during each interaction you have with them. With each person you talk to, imagine him beside you, reacting. What are his reactions? Be honest, or you won’t absorb the true benefits of the mental excercise.

The people that run various gov’t funded “service” providers drive their SUV’s around, while the organizations actually feeding, housing, and healing people barely scrape by on philanthropy.
I think the Dude would actually throw a tantrum, similiar to that moneylender snit he’s famous for.

———-
Under the 3 Bridges…..
I went to a little general practice clinic.
In less than 20 minutes, my ACL and hernia had specialist referrals, my toe had also been looked at, and my paperwork for Social services to inform them of these things was completed.
12 miles of WALKING and 3 visits to Three Bridges clinic for the exact same health issues and I got nothing but BS psych analysis without any physical exam.
I went elsewhere in frustration and got it assessed in 20 minutes.

I went back to 3 Bridges and talked to someone in a program, the only one in BC, that helps people with various gender health issues. They mostly help people who are “switching”, which I definately have no intention of doing(My weenie is fine and I definitely don’t want it chopped OFF, of course I wish it were a bit more”impressive”, and I look too much like a football player to think I’d suit a dress, ugh, anyway I’m digressing….), but they know the specialist I need for my particular doodad I was born with. I’ve tried contacting them about 15 times. Just a machine. Someone not in their office took the time to talk to me and I finally, after 4 months had a doctors name that specializes in various things, one of which is Intersex anatomical health issues. So I switched my doctor at 3 bridges. We’ll have to see. It should have taken 4 minutes not months to get that name.

I didn’t even want to go there. I had the most distressing, inconsiderate, condescending bullshit experience of my life going there before, but apparently you have no choice in BC, you must submit to a humiliating interrogation to get medical attention if you have anything mutated on your body. I really feel safe. Not. But the hernia and this issue are interrelated so what do I do?

I think these blocks are in place so people will just die, then they won’t have to bother.
They can focus on the rich then.
They really want it to fail, because there’s so much fucking money in medicine if you don’t waste your time on people without credit cards.

Since I’ve been lugging my pack around, walking and walking, hernia complaining all the while, I’ve stressed my insides badly, so I went to the emergency at VGH, I wasn’t sure I could go 2 weeks. It hurt.

Obviously I’m not insane. As I keep trying to tell every fucking paperwork peon in my path.
I was given anti-inflammatory medication for my hernia and more T3’s than I’ve used in my life.

If we don’t get back to federally regulated medicare soon, we’ll have people dying on the hospital steps or losing their houses to pay for having a baby, like those smarty-pants down south.

NDP and Jack – My last cry for intelligent NDP marketing

Jack,
You actually started to say something
at the LAST minute.

Figure it out buddy.
You won’t get anywhere following the others lead,
parroting their bullshit

Start touring and talking and telling people ALL the things you want to do
right now.
and keep it up.

In 6 months to a year you’ll have another election coming Jack
Consider it a 6-12 month election campaign
and keep the heat cranked up
OUT of the parliament.

Don’t FOLLOW, Jack
Followers aren’t leaders.
Keep touring and presenting TV ads throughout the next year
as if an election was on

We didn’t hear anything serious from you
until the election was almost here
Figure it out quick buddy
or be a loser again.

2010 Olympics Activism – Why I can’t fully support the Anti Poverty Committee and the Olympics Resistance Network

You know, sometimes you meet and get to know someone
and regardless of all the things in the way
age, beliefs, life, bullshit
you’re inspired by them
and you always catch yourself thinking
this person is really special…
Maybe you give up trying,
but you still care enough to worry when you see them in trouble.

And that’s the reason I have to write this.
Some really good hearted people are headed for the cliff
and I know they’re not Lemmings
so maybe we can talk about some bullshit
and avoid a massacre.

The Anti Poverty Committee and the Olympics Resistance Network.
Both groups have some similar problems, and there are people who work for both organizations.

Now. Think clearly here. COINTELPRO
Keep that word in mind at all times.
Olympics, activism, dissent, RCMP, cointelpro, CSIS, big money.
Get it straight. This isn’t a small thing. It’s a big fucking deal.
An expensive fucking party whose historical purpose has been disenfranchisement of the poorer classes of the participating city/state. Everyone is partying so loud that they can’t hear the bulldozers and batons and screams. Whole communities disappear overnight.
Lots of good people go to jail.

Agent Provocateurs in abundance. Surveillance so tight they can see your fucking panty lines.

Following me? Watch Arlington Road and scare yourself shitless if you need visuals.

You see, instead of giving fair time and space to protesting CANADIANS at events that are disputed, the new canadian police agenda tries to segregate dissent so there is no disturbing media picture, activists then have to crank up their efforts to be seen and heard, a few police disguised as activists can then instigate

a riot.

And since riots are frowned upon by the modern Canadian programmed urban meat robot,
all kinds of left wing poor people who are tired of being suppressed
get suppressed and jailed.

Which is completely counter productive to the aims of the activist message.

1.
And this is my first major beef with the APC/ORN
Fucking stupid marketing.
Trying to market a RIOT to the fucking nation of sheep.
People don’t want to get behind riots. Riots are the herd mentality gone awry.
Intelligent dissent becomes stupidity with a fucking rock.
Burnings, pogroms, lynchings all arise out of this same fucking idiocy.
And everyone that SHOULD be behind the protesters, suddenly claps for their arrest.

And yet somehow this RIOT 2010!! marketing bullshit is still holding strong in the APC/ONR clique.

Because they’ve been infiltrated.
This great idea, the Anti POVERTY Committee, a great big thick sharp thorn in the side of the right wing property ownership agenda, got derailed a couple years ago by a team of instigators, and gradually an intelligent, benign, thought provoking, and EFFECTIVE group has become a marginalized bunch of rock throwers.

The APC website USED to have thought provoking writing, useful links to activism, articles on responsible activism, articles that were intelligent.

Now its “Punk RIOT!!!!!”

Preaching to the converted is NOT the fucking idea you fools. A small number of punks is NOT going to win the battle of everlasting corporate greed.
You need to get the Yuppie housewives involved, the poor single mothers with children scraping by, the nice elderly couples who are being evicted, and like it or not, none of them will support a riot. Some paint on a sign? ok. A theatrical display? they’re behind you. A fucking riot? They don’t want to get involved.
Activism is about getting PEOPLE involved, not just a little clique of do-gooder crusty punks.

When the APC trashed that office, and splashed some paint on a logo clock, that was cool, they got the media attention they needed.
And a hundred reporters clamored to their site and the Wikipedia to find out more, and they were met with an out of date website promoting pure punk anarchy and a Wikipedia article that was basically written by police and right wing sympathizers. They made a splash, but didn’t have any of those well balanced articles and ideas waiting for the journalists to make printable articles from. So in the end, something effective became portrayed as a temper tantrum of children.

My wonderful crusty punk friend sings songs about the Weathermen.
She idolizes their grit and spunk. They all went to jail. Their families lost their homes. Their friends were harassed and arrested. In all over 100 people went to jail, most for over a year.
I sat with her one day, on the patio, smoking, last winter, before the snow.

We weren’t talking as much by then, too much interference. But it was good to see her.
Across from me was someone I never saw there before, writing in that way that psychologists write about their subjects. I’m observant. My friend left, and I asked the woman, after warming her up with some small talk, about what she was writing.
“Oh about some activist friends of mine.” I gradually got more out of her. She was “writing” about her friends, the Weathermen. About how they ended up n jail.
None of it was lost on me. I’m observant. Cointelpro sat before me with a pen in her hand writing furiously, that detached psychology student way of writing and looking about.
My friend has been on their radar for a long time.
They don’t have to put her in jail. They’ll slowly destroy her life and surround her with grungier versions of the woman who sat before me. Her “film industry” friend beside her.
Oddly enough, she knew personally the man who hired me for Stargate Atlantis. Irony in spades.

2.
“No Olympics on Stolen Native Land!!!”
Fuck me in the ass with a tank cannon.

Don’t get me wrong, I support First Nations land claims, on a case by case basis.
BTW, where I grew up, the reserve kids preferred to be called Indian, not “First Nations”.
I support indigenous peoples and many but not all of their causes. I think I’ve shown that in a few previous posts. I’ve also met enough mean motherfuckers to know not every brownskin is cool as much as every whiteskin isn’t evil.

My problem is not their claim of stolen land.
My problem is the same problem as the punk issue before.
Mixed mandates.

If I’m going to ACTIVATE!!! on an issue, say pro gay marriage.
I’m not going to tie that issue to an anti-abortion stance. (I’m not anti abortion, I’m illustrating here). Do you get it?
Remember, yuppie housewives, elderly people, single moms, etc?
Instead of garnering the widest support possible for their cause, the punk/land claims issues are diluting the support of these two groups.

My friend has some Tribal affiliation by blood. Great. Fan-fucking-tastic.
Be part of an anti-olympics group and its anti-poverty/suppression stance, and after that meeting go over to the other meeting and be part of the anti-olympic colonialism land claims crew.

By putting “Land Claims” on every poster and web site for these groups you are taking a huge fucking chainsaw to your possible SUPPORT base. You need as many PEOPLE as possible to get your message heard. You need as many PEOPLE as possible to help you get out of jail after they frame you for some stupid fucking shit that one of these other specialty causes pulls off.

Separate the extra issues and support them as well, but keep your marketing message clear, focus on one thing: The Olympics creating poverty for EVERYBODY in the lower classes.

If you can manage that, you might get thousands instead of hundreds to gather.

And if you haven’t figured it out yet, yes, instigators who are part of a TEAM have directed you all, very slowly to divide your message and coat it with too much violence. Because they WANT YOU TO FAIL.

3.
And finally, I guess I just need to say
they are gonna railroad you into the ground if you keep the fully democratic approach to organizational hierarchy. They don’t just want to catch you people, they want to discredit you fully, make your private lives fall apart to drain you, instigate you and rile you at every possible moment so they can get you full of arrest warrants, destroy your relationships with gossip and false information, whisper campaigns and batons.

Until the APC/ORN can actually get it together and clearly study the methods of cointelpro they will one by one be brought down, and as a group, you will be twisted and turned against your own interests, you’ll be turned against your friends, friends will turn out to be fake infiltrators or enemies, others will be turned against you, you’ll be distracted by a lot of directed and manipulated bullshit.

The best thing you can do for yourselves is to keep much clearer heads, and speak much more intelligently on all your marketing. Think and look critically at all the shit piling up.

Because you, like me, are a target.

The Clock

The Clock

I am the clock
with the face of a liar
who tells you he knows
things he cannot hope
to percieve

“the time is now…”
I tell you
speaking of broken pieces of eternity
infinite shards
in an everlasting plain of glass
that pierce the atoms
of my skull

(From “Early Poems” – 1980 – C. Taylor)

In the Mirror

In the Mirror
I saw a face
that was not mine
an image
that was you
and yet
I see a dream

In the Mirror
I loved a soul
as cold as glass
your spirit
consumed in fires
of quiet strength
unleashed

I melted like the mirror
and yet
I did not burn

(From “Early Poems” – 1980 – C. Taylor)

#17 – What Canada REALLY Needs – Parking lots for shopping carts, covered SHELTER spots not tents in the park!!!

As I’ve been wandering
I’ve thought about this a lot.
With the recent court ruling in Victoria,
that this society can’t make every place illegal to sleep in unless they have true homes for the homeless, we have to give all humans a place
6′ wide by 10′ long, enough for them and their stuff
the minimum space that a human can claim
as their right
their right to survive.

I was thinking about this before as a joke
but not really a joke
parking lots for shopping carts
Ministry supplied shopping carts
Homeless?
ha ha
here’s a shopping cart and a tent and a tarp for you

The carts, tarps and tents could be a special color
maybe a red cross type symbol on them
the minimum
that a human can claim
is my right
to exist.

EVERY park,
even the rich people’s parks
in the corner no one uses much
every park has such a corner

an actual cement shelter
with a windbreak and a cement roof
fireproof
A sign saying
you may sleep here
from 10 pm to 7 pm
after 7 you must move

a garbage can beside it
because most homeless people
honestly
that I’ve seen
will use a garbage can if they don’t have to walk 500 feet to get to it.

Then we can put back the covers over the picnic tables
the ones where old people used to sit,
even on rainy days, enjoying the park

Then we can put back the benches
the benches that have all been moved
from where they were under trees
Benches that have disappeared silently in the subtle plans of social cleansing
Benches that old people weep for
the ones they used to love to sit on
under the shade

Our parks are empty in the rain now
aren’t they so much better?
without all the PEOPLE that used to use them?

In our haste to cleanse our sight
from the shit we’ve allowed to silently accrue
we’ve torn away the basic concept
of why humans have parks in the first place

We can’t relocate them to work camps miles from their home communities
We can’t beat and kill them in the night
we can’t wash them away, discard them

They have a basic right
to exist
to live
being HUMAN

The Skeleton Maze

The Skeleton Maze

I stand on the corner
and watch you walk by
my hand is outstretched
and so is my pride

My heart tears inside

Sometime I feel that its too much
I try to survive
keep my head above water
see all these chains,
I cry out with anger
I watch all your faces
as you rage at these structures

My heart tears inside

The cold seeps into
my bones
always
so
alone

Trapped in the skeleton maze
of our past civilizations
our young are the slaves
of our
corporations

My heart tears inside…

- C. Taylor
[ From "A Voice of Dissent" 1988]

Listen to the song here:
http://radio3.cbc.ca/bands/A-Voice-of-Dissent—Archetripal/
and yes, it is me doing the freaky styley hendrix guitar scream…

The Stigma study

I have to find the link,
but you can find references for it I’m sure

About ten years ago,
at one of those big universities with large psychology dept.’s
MIT or Harvard, something like that

They did a study.
A whole whack of students were chosen as the test subjects.
They were tested beforehand, all were COMPLETELY sane.
Tests out the bloody wahoo

So they take this mob of SANE people
and send them off to the various hospitals in town to book themselves in
after a short course in how to APPEAR schizophrenic.

They wanted to see how a normal person would be discovered through the process.
Years later,
even after every hospital and clinic was made aware of the fact
that these people had never been ill at all,

the students who participated were still getting treated as if they were mentally ill
any time they went to any hospital for any kind of regular health problem.
Or applied for jobs.

YEARS later. A DECADE later,
the stigma of that label still followed them, even though they were never actually crazy.

It’s an insidious thing, and it creeps throughout the system.
And the system through which it creeps is much larger than you think.

I always found that story very disturbing.
Don’t you?

Long ago, if a man married a rich woman,
all he had to do to get her money,
was tell another male doctor she was insane.
She’d never get out, and he’d be rich.

Doused by the JobWave…the shit washes off the scam…

It’s so fucking insidious
this “external contractor” shit
money flows by the millions to these private contractors
and they don’t really deliver anything that wasn’t available before

Even worse, they are scattered about
go here, go there, waste more time

I’m up at 5, I get to this place called JobWave.
It looks a bit too McHappy to be real.
And their parent companies are U.S. Corporations
Yee-Haw to Database Mining in the age of the Patriot Act
Sing praises to the New State: Canada

I sent them an email last week, inquiring about their services
I didn’t get a reply. Not a peep.
I know I haven’t been signed up by the MiniDeath yet,
but I figure they have a phone
for job seekers

They’re riding the wave of Gov’t mismanagement of core services
I can see that

The receptionist has more bling than a pimp
way more
gold rings and bracelets, necklaces, and earrings
She’s pretty
a beautiful figure
Phat in that bling

I see the phone that job seekers use in the background
there’s another phone on her desk that I know from experience is worth about $600
Ergo chair again

I ask to use the phone
To make sure that MiniDeath can sign me up
for whatever it is they do here.

It seems there’s more employees than clients almost
Multi-thousand dollar desks and slick computers
Everybody dressed for success
Yuppies feeding off the trough, throwing crumbs to the “clients”

The Barrier slams in my face.
The phone is only for “clients”.
Travel across town to wait 20 minutes so I can stand in front of a gov’t employee for 2 minutes
and with a quick burst of energy from his fingers
The Wave gets its loot
and suddenly I get what?

I wonder how much profit they make, on average, per client
It must be a lot
For all that bling and attitude

I anticipate I’ll get a course in “resume writing”
the standard schtick
Bullshit on a stick
as if a 5 year old can’t use a template today

Do they have some secret trove?
Jobs they hoard and dish out to their followers
the Riders of the Wave

The barrier is in my face, so I have to go on another trip
wasting my time
With a 30 second tap of her fingers
the phone in front of her could call the ministry
And I could walk right in
But it’s always about
the runaround game

Bling!

Thank all your gods I have my tracker phone and a bus pass
If I didn’t, I’d be walking 3 miles
in exchange for 30 seconds of finger tapping.

So I call.
Elderly sounding lady
She’s being really nice
but she’s insistent

You see, there are only 3 programs
and you MUST be in one of them to “fulfill your obligation to the ministry”

PCRS which supposedly helps people find accommodation
but really doesn’t have anything other than some webpages to send you to, and no booking connection with any of the shelters.
Money for nothing. Give up your privacy for free.

JobWave, which is obviously making shitloads of money, but what do they really offer other than the tired old let’s fix up your resume and la dee da bullshit? I guess we’ll see.
Money for nothing. Give up your privacy for free.

Theo, which is an instant label of “mental instability, depression, or addiction”
And they are a feeding point for the Great Addiction Moneysink and Stigma Machine
Because to people like that, anything but bottled mineral water and organic apples is an “addiction” and “addictions” are HUGE money these days.

The Christian prohibitionistas are in control, and anything more than a glass of wine at communion is a sin against the great and glorious cleanliness of spirit.
As if they really know,
I seem to remember something about a great and wondrous miracle where there was copious amounts of wine produced. Correct me if I’m wrong.
Or crazy.

I can go to Theo if I’m willing to get signed up to the “crazy” train.
Crazy is another big money sucker, now that its all privatized.
But I’m either too paranoid or not paranoid enough to get myself into that ball of shit.
I hate condesencion with a passion, and unfortunately people that work those places figure everyone is sick in someway.

Of course. Nobody makes cash from the golden MiniDeath cow by working with regular people, there’s so much more money in madness and mental instability.
Stigma and labels that will follow you for the rest of your life.

I consider my self very stable, in an angry “I’m gonna fuck your head up with this stone, Goliath!” type of way.

So you take your pick: nothin, nuts, or bling in your face.

FUCK.
Fucking millions of taxpayer dollars….
More than it used to cost when it all ran out of the same fucking office.

and my empty stomach is growling, my pack is stashed in a bush, I have to leave my dog with someone who has five cats that hate her and try to slash her, and a bunch of fucking yuppies are well fed and full of sarcastic bullshit.

Why not just stop pretending and grind us up into Soylent Green.

The next day, in my “interview”
I get more help with eyeglasses and a list of doctors than I did with PCRS.
What?
This place is doing the “job search” thing, and I get better health and glasses information than PCRS?
Fuck. Maybe they knew I was coming.
Yadayadayada….
come back next tuesday for a group orientation about the wonders of the JobWave, and I’ll see you next weekend.
Money for NOTHING, and bullshit is free.
You get half an hour on the computers the sign says. There’s no one here so I guess I get more, but the central library I get 2 hours.
I get access to a phone to call out, the same one I couldn’t use yesterday. There’s 3 of them.
I can use a fax machine.
All of which I can get at a community search service 6 blocks from where I’m living, not downtown.

How much does the MiniDeath pay them to “assist” me I wonder.
$1000? $2000? More?
I get computer access that doesn’t work with my main gmail account, it blocks certain college HR websites,
a phone station to call jobs from and voice mail.

I could have used the fucking $1000 to get a place where I could leave Koala safe and look for a fucking job myself, which is all I’m doing here.
They have NO RESOURCES. No extra, special job list.
It’s bullshit piling up to the fucking ceiling.

The woman watching the computer lab makes about $8 an hour more than I made working for Atlantis, and she has less computer knowledge than my 7 year old nephew.

Great.
Someone to look over my shoulder while I job search.
That’s what I’m getting.
Possibly a cert exam paid for. Possibly.
No more food vouchers for Quest, which I got from PCRS.
I was living on those.
So now, broke, hungry, still fucking living outside, still no safe place for Koala, each day I wonder if an eye is going to be scratched out when I go to get her, and I got jack shit
Except for some fucking photocopies.

What do you want to bet that JobWave is owned by a former MLA or one of their friends?
Sucking money from the social services system to deliver fucking DICK.

Here’s a little fucking evil clip for you, an aside:
From bchousing.org

and all of their “subsidized housing” for single people
is in FUCKING SKID ROW.

Give up your only friend and live in junkie town.
That fucking organization makes MILLIONS!

Doused by the JobWave…the shit washes off the scam…

It’s so fucking insidious
this “external contractor” shit
money flows by the millions to these private contractors
and they don’t really deliver anything that wasn’t available before

Even worse, they are scattered about
go here, go there, waste more time

I’m up at 5, I get to this place called JobWave.
It looks a bit too McHappy to be real.
And their parent companies are U.S. Corporations
Yee-Haw to Database Mining in the age of the Patriot Act
Sing praises to the New State: Canada

I sent them an email last week, inquiring about their services
I didn’t get a reply. Not a peep.
I know I haven’t been signed up by the MiniDeath yet,
but I figure they have a phone
for job seekers

They’re riding the wave of Gov’t mismanagement of core services
I can see that

The receptionist has more bling than a pimp
way more
gold rings and bracelets, necklaces, and earrings
She’s pretty
a beautiful figure
Phat in that bling

I see the phone that job seekers use in the background
there’s another phone on her desk that I know from experience is worth about $600
Ergo chair again

I ask to use the phone
To make sure that MiniDeath can sign me up
for whatever it is they do here.

It seems there’s more employees than clients almost
Multi-thousand dollar desks and slick computers
Everybody dressed for success
Yuppies feeding off the trough, throwing crumbs to the “clients”

The Barrier slams in my face.
The phone is only for “clients”.
Travel across town to wait 20 minutes so I can stand in front of a gov’t employee for 2 minutes
and with a quick burst of energy from his fingers
The Wave gets its loot
and suddenly I get what?

I wonder how much profit they make, on average, per client
It must be a lot
For all that bling and attitude

I anticipate I’ll get a course in “resume writing”
the standard schtick
Bullshit on a stick
as if a 5 year old can’t use a template today

Do they have some secret trove?
Jobs they hoard and dish out to their followers
the Riders of the Wave

The barrier is in my face, so I have to go on another trip
wasting my time
With a 30 second tap of her fingers
the phone in front of her could call the ministry
And I could walk right in
But it’s always about
the runaround game

Bling!

Thank all your gods I have my tracker phone and a bus pass
If I didn’t, I’d be walking 3 miles
in exchange for 30 seconds of finger tapping.

So I call.
Elderly sounding lady
She’s being really nice
but she’s insistent

You see, there are only 3 programs
and you MUST be in one of them to “fulfill your obligation to the ministry”

PCRS which supposedly helps people find accommodation
but really doesn’t have anything other than some webpages to send you to, and no booking connection with any of the shelters.
Money for nothing. Give up your privacy for free.

JobWave, which is obviously making shitloads of money, but what do they really offer other than the tired old let’s fix up your resume and la dee da bullshit? I guess we’ll see.
Money for nothing. Give up your privacy for free.

Theo, which is an instant label of “mental instability, depression, or addiction”
And they are a feeding point for the Great Addiction Moneysink and Stigma Machine
Because to people like that, anything but bottled mineral water and organic apples is an “addiction” and “addictions” are HUGE money these days.

The Christian prohibitionistas are in control, and anything more than a glass of wine at communion is a sin against the great and glorious cleanliness of spirit.
As if they really know,
I seem to remember something about a great and wondrous miracle where there was copious amounts of wine produced. Correct me if I’m wrong.
Or crazy.

I can go to Theo if I’m willing to get signed up to the “crazy” train.
Crazy is another big money sucker, now that its all privatized.
But I’m either too paranoid or not paranoid enough to get myself into that ball of shit.
I hate condesencion with a passion, and unfortunately people that work those places figure everyone is sick in someway.

Of course. Nobody makes cash from the golden MiniDeath cow by working with regular people, there’s so much more money in madness and mental instability.
Stigma and labels that will follow you for the rest of your life.

I consider my self very stable, in an angry “I’m gonna fuck your head up with this stone, Goliath!” type of way.

So you take your pick: nothin, nuts, or bling in your face.

FUCK.
Fucking millions of taxpayer dollars….
More than it used to cost when it all ran out of the same fucking office.

and my empty stomach is growling, my pack is stashed in a bush, I have to leave my dog with someone who has five cats that hate her and try to slash her, and a bunch of fucking yuppies are well fed and full of sarcastic bullshit.

Why not just stop pretending and grind us up into Soylent Green.

The next day, in my “interview”
I get more help with eyeglasses and a list of doctors than I did with PCRS.
What?
This place is doing the “job search” thing, and I get better health and glasses information than PCRS?
Fuck. Maybe they knew I was coming.
Yadayadayada….
come back next tuesday for a group orientation about the wonders of the JobWave, and I’ll see you next weekend.
Money for NOTHING, and bullshit is free.
You get half an hour on the computers the sign says. There’s no one here so I guess I get more, but the central library I get 2 hours.
I get access to a phone to call out, the same one I couldn’t use yesterday. There’s 3 of them.
I can use a fax machine.
All of which I can get at a community search service 6 blocks from where I’m living, not downtown.

How much does the MiniDeath pay them to “assist” me I wonder.
$1000? $2000? More?
I get computer access that doesn’t work with my main gmail account, it blocks certain college HR websites,
a phone station to call jobs from and voice mail.

I could have used the fucking $1000 to get a place where I could leave Koala safe and look for a fucking job myself, which is all I’m doing here.
They have NO RESOURCES. No extra, special job list.
It’s bullshit piling up to the fucking ceiling.

The woman watching the computer lab makes about $8 an hour more than I made working for Atlantis, and she has less computer knowledge than my 7 year old nephew.

Great.
Someone to look over my shoulder while I job search.
That’s what I’m getting.
Possibly a cert exam paid for. Possibly.
No more food vouchers for Quest, which I got from PCRS.
I was living on those.
So now, broke, hungry, still fucking living outside, still no safe place for Koala, each day I wonder if an eye is going to be scratched out when I go to get her, and I got jack shit
Except for some fucking photocopies.

What do you want to bet that JobWave is owned by a former MLA or one of their friends?
Sucking money from the social services system to deliver fucking DICK.

Here’s a little fucking evil clip for you, an aside:
From bchousing.org

and all of their “subsidized housing” for single people
is in FUCKING SKID ROW.

Give up your only friend and live in junkie town.
That fucking organization makes MILLIONS!

Doused by the JobWave…the shit washes off the scam…

It’s so fucking insidious
this “external contractor” shit
money flows by the millions to these private contractors
and they don’t really deliver anything that wasn’t available before

Even worse, they are scattered about
go here, go there, waste more time

I’m up at 5, I get to this place called JobWave.
It looks a bit too McHappy to be real.
And their parent companies are U.S. Corporations
Yee-Haw to Database Mining in the age of the Patriot Act
Sing praises to the New State: Canada

I sent them an email last week, inquiring about their services
I didn’t get a reply. Not a peep.
I know I haven’t been signed up by the MiniDeath yet,
but I figure they have a phone
for job seekers

They’re riding the wave of Gov’t mismanagement of core services
I can see that

The receptionist has more bling than a pimp
way more
gold rings and bracelets, necklaces, and earrings
She’s pretty
a beautiful figure
Phat in that bling

I see the phone that job seekers use in the background
there’s another phone on her desk that I know from experience is worth about $600
Ergo chair again

I ask to use the phone
To make sure that MiniDeath can sign me up
for whatever it is they do here.

It seems there’s more employees than clients almost
Multi-thousand dollar desks and slick computers
Everybody dressed for success
Yuppies feeding off the trough, throwing crumbs to the “clients”

The Barrier slams in my face.
The phone is only for “clients”.
Travel across town to wait 20 minutes so I can stand in front of a gov’t employee for 2 minutes
and with a quick burst of energy from his fingers
The Wave gets its loot
and suddenly I get what?

I wonder how much profit they make, on average, per client
It must be a lot
For all that bling and attitude

I anticipate I’ll get a course in “resume writing”
the standard schtick
Bullshit on a stick
as if a 5 year old can’t use a template today

Do they have some secret trove?
Jobs they hoard and dish out to their followers
the Riders of the Wave

The barrier is in my face, so I have to go on another trip
wasting my time
With a 30 second tap of her fingers
the phone in front of her could call the ministry
And I could walk right in
But it’s always about
the runaround game

Bling!

Thank all your gods I have my tracker phone and a bus pass
If I didn’t, I’d be walking 3 miles
in exchange for 30 seconds of finger tapping.

So I call.
Elderly sounding lady
She’s being really nice
but she’s insistent

You see, there are only 3 programs
and you MUST be in one of them to “fulfill your obligation to the ministry”

PCRS which supposedly helps people find accommodation
but really doesn’t have anything other than some webpages to send you to, and no booking connection with any of the shelters.
Money for nothing. Give up your privacy for free.

JobWave, which is obviously making shitloads of money, but what do they really offer other than the tired old let’s fix up your resume and la dee da bullshit? I guess we’ll see.
Money for nothing. Give up your privacy for free.

Theo, which is an instant label of “mental instability, depression, or addiction”
And they are a feeding point for the Great Addiction Moneysink and Stigma Machine
Because to people like that, anything but bottled mineral water and organic apples is an “addiction” and “addictions” are HUGE money these days.

The Christian prohibitionistas are in control, and anything more than a glass of wine at communion is a sin against the great and glorious cleanliness of spirit.
As if they really know,
I seem to remember something about a great and wondrous miracle where there was copious amounts of wine produced. Correct me if I’m wrong.
Or crazy.

I can go to Theo if I’m willing to get signed up to the “crazy” train.
Crazy is another big money sucker, now that its all privatized.
But I’m either too paranoid or not paranoid enough to get myself into that ball of shit.
I hate condesencion with a passion, and unfortunately people that work those places figure everyone is sick in someway.

Of course. Nobody makes cash from the golden MiniDeath cow by working with regular people, there’s so much more money in madness and mental instability.
Stigma and labels that will follow you for the rest of your life.

I consider my self very stable, in an angry “I’m gonna fuck your head up with this stone, Goliath!” type of way.

So you take your pick: nothin, nuts, or bling in your face.

FUCK.
Fucking millions of taxpayer dollars….
More than it used to cost when it all ran out of the same fucking office.

and my empty stomach is growling, my pack is stashed in a bush, I have to leave my dog with someone who has five cats that hate her and try to slash her, and a bunch of fucking yuppies are well fed and full of sarcastic bullshit.

Why not just stop pretending and grind us up into Soylent Green.

The next day, in my “interview”
I get more help with eyeglasses and a list of doctors than I did with PCRS.
What?
This place is doing the “job search” thing, and I get better health and glasses information than PCRS?
Fuck. Maybe they knew I was coming.
Yadayadayada….
come back next tuesday for a group orientation about the wonders of the JobWave, and I’ll see you next weekend.
Money for NOTHING, and bullshit is free.
You get half an hour on the computers the sign says. There’s no one here so I guess I get more, but the central library I get 2 hours.
I get access to a phone to call out, the same one I couldn’t use yesterday. There’s 3 of them.
I can use a fax machine.
All of which I can get at a community search service 6 blocks from where I’m living, not downtown.

How much does the MiniDeath pay them to “assist” me I wonder.
$1000? $2000? More?
I get computer access that doesn’t work with my main gmail account, it blocks certain college HR websites,
a phone station to call jobs from and voice mail.

I could have used the fucking $1000 to get a place where I could leave Koala safe and look for a fucking job myself, which is all I’m doing here.
They have NO RESOURCES. No extra, special job list.
It’s bullshit piling up to the fucking ceiling.

The woman watching the computer lab makes about $8 an hour more than I made working for Atlantis, and she has less computer knowledge than my 7 year old nephew.

Great.
Someone to look over my shoulder while I job search.
That’s what I’m getting.
Possibly a cert exam paid for. Possibly.
No more food vouchers for Quest, which I got from PCRS.
I was living on those.
So now, broke, hungry, still fucking living outside, still no safe place for Koala, each day I wonder if an eye is going to be scratched out when I go to get her, and I got jack shit
Except for some fucking photocopies.

What do you want to bet that JobWave is owned by a former MLA or one of their friends?
Sucking money from the social services system to deliver fucking DICK.

Here’s a little fucking evil clip for you, an aside:
From bchousing.org

and all of their “subsidized housing” for single people
is in FUCKING SKID ROW.

Give up your only friend and live in junkie town.
That fucking organization makes MILLIONS!

#16 – What Canada REALLY Needs – Limits on foreign ownership, limits on residential property ownership!!

30% or more of the property in some Canadian cities is owned by foreign nationals.
Why?
If a rich person or corporation from Dubai, America, Germany, China wants to operate in Canada, they should LEASE a property from a CANADIAN.

Canadian property should be owned by Canadians. Period.
If a rich foreign national wants to have a vacation property here, they should have to lease it from a Canadian who owns it.

Around the world, foreign property ownership threatens the sovereignty of nations.
It’s the new legalized colonialism. Buy it all up. The people who live here can’t afford property and it’s price is artificially inflated by foreign ownership.

I have a number of people I know who own property.
This next point steps on some of their toes,
I’m sorry. Really. I understand your investment.
But CANADA, the country I love needs this to be said.

Limit ownership of Residential property.
No one has a need for more than 2 houses.
Sell the others to your children.
In Edmonton I rented a suite in a house from a man who owned over 20 houses.
While millions of Canadians can’t afford to buy a single house.

Allow people ownership of 2 residential houses, after that tax the fucking shit out of them.
They don’t fucking need it.
Make people with lots of houses give them up by making the tax on more than 2 houses higher than the mortgage itself. And make them pay it every 3 months.
So they have a 3 month period to buy a new home, and sell one of their other 2.

Property inflation is skyrocketing because of external influences and speculation.
We need, as a whole society, to put an end to it.
Or it will kill us, we’ll continue this cycle of haves and have nots.
Families need houses, not an apartment.
Free up millions of Canadian properties by making them too expensive for speculators to hold on to.

And finally.
End Business/Commercial property speculation.
Everyone in Canada, every single day, walks or drives by a property that has a sale/lease sign
And that sign has been there for 10 years or more.
EVERYBODY knows what I’m talking about.

Make the tax on an unrented property 3 times the normal.
Attach fines to Commercial properties that remain unused for long periods.
Millions of Canadians want to start a business.
If they can even get a fucking loan they face a horrid market filled with speculation.
It’s rampant.
Identify properties that were once commercial and have been sneakily rezoned or converted to storage or even a suite.
Turn them back into available properties
Whole neighborhoods that lost a corner store due to a new buyer who just wanted to speculate
will be revived by NEW businesses serving the community.

We need it.

Thanksgiving….for what? Be Thankful?!

For what?
What do we give thanks for?

There is plenty

that’s for sure.

Plenty of food
Plenty of space

But somehow
there is nothing

Buildings sit empty, empty for a decade
Around the perimeter of each of them are tarps
Tarps with bodies in them
Warm bodies, shivering with cold

Empty warehouses dot the landscape
For Lease they say
Year after year, speculating

And someone is beaten, arrested
for sleeping beneath a bush

Food from the restaurants and cafes, unsold
They make money throwing it away
locking it up
the thousands mill about
their stomachs rumbling

Tired of life
we should give thanks
for this subsistence?

Butcher your turkey and fill your face

Mine is filled with tears.

Housing or a job, take your pick, and why don’t you get rid of that dog?

So there I am at the Fairview “Housing and Social Services” office.

It’s an ironic title, one of those Orwellian DoubleSpeak names.
“Housing” in the name of a Ministry that has no ability or interest in finding anyone a place to sleep. You’re on your own, and yes, we are fully aware that we don’t give enough to actually rent a place of any kind, just a single room for a single person and fuck all your loved ones or needs.

It’s more like MiniDeath. Read 1984 if you don’t get it.

There’s a homeless shelter 2 blocks away, one that actually takes dogs, and I can’t get signed up to go through a “Social Worker”.

They should rename that to “Client Assistance Clerk” and lower the CUPE paygrade. You don’t get to sit with anyone anymore and actually be heard. You have to stand at a window, speaking through the slot, and they make sure your private life is nicely hollered through.

I have to call each day to the Yukon Shelter. With what? Quarters? With my calling card tracker phone given to me by the MiniDeath to find jobs with? I’ve been calling the shelter. I’ve been checking the 2 websites given to me to look at as part of my “housing assistance”
Its 2 months now on assistance and I don’t have a 3 foot by 6 foot sheltered space on a floor to sleep on. Because I have a dog.

I have a dog. No less than 6 people in the Ministry and associated programs have suggested to me that giving up my dog would be beneficial to my housing status.
I know that you fucking evil morons.

This beautiful dog is my close friend. She’s as important to me as your children are to you. I wonder if single mothers who go to get income assistance are given the option of euthanizing their children in order to streamline their housing needs?

I was sent by the Ministry to PCRS, an agency who supposedly finds housing for people who have no homes. Their options were: Call the shelters, or we can set you up in a junkie hotel on skid row, or we might be able to find you something on the outskirts of town, 20 miles and lots of transit fares away from anyone you know or socialize with.

I guess they think that having no one to talk to is good for a human being. When people are isolated its easier to beat them down, they learned from watching years of spousal abuse I figure.

The lady at PCRS was a very nice person. I got some socks. Toothpaste. I was able to get some food vouchers when my $240 living allowance was gone. They even gave me some sardines and granola bars when I was really hungry. And coffee.

What I didn’t get was a place to live for me and my well behaved dog that fits within the “Ministry of No Housing” limits.

What I got instead was all of my personal information gathered, a form I had to sign saying anyone in the PCRS organization could read my information and notes about my situation, and workers on staff that hang out with Police in their off time. Interesting.

Its a good way to get around all those privacy rules that government offices have to follow.

So they listen to my story, share my personal information, and don’t deliver what they are actually contracted to do, a dry warm place to sleep that’s near a phone I don’t have to pay for to call for employment, an internet connection I can search for work at, and either some food or a small cooking spot that I can make things like pasta on.

Because I have a dog, and to unionized government workers and their contractors, that’s a luxury a poor person can’t afford.

Fuck you, I say. I’d rather sleep outside and miss opportunities to work than lose my friend to your christian concept of what a person needs to LIVE. We don’t get rid of the beings we love in a civilized society. We find a way to survive together.

In my years of living in Canada I’ve come to the conclusion that the largest money sucker of all in the “social services” industry is the unionized “social worker”. Of the 17 million bux per year spent on poor people in the 90’s, more than have of that money was the wages of the social workers.

I can’t even count the times in my life I’ve sat across from that 400 lb behemoth thinking, “She got this job, in the beginning, because she knew someone. If she were laid off today, I bet she wouldn’t get another job in social work/EI for at least 5 years”
Everybody knows who I’m talking about. Don’t you? We’ve all seen her. We’ve all had to interact with her at some level of bureaucracy or another. Its funny how she’s always a sarcastic finger pointing game player, even behind the rolls of obesity. Her union job security holding her up as the prescription percodans keep her going.

We spend more money restricitng the way poor people use what the gov’t gives them, than we do on actually giving people some money to LIVE for a while. These programs wear people out, the people who work these offices, so many of them are 10 years in and its just a job, they actually DETEST their clients.

So I’m back in Fairview office, looking at a well to doo yuppie overweight male with his $300 silver ring and his Eddie Bauer “dusty rose” dress shirt. He so fucking mellow there’s no way he got there with zen mastery. He tranked right up on some prescription antidepressant or painkiller. His smile is wider than a fucking asscrack. Glossy eyes.

I can barely stand. I’ve had 6 hours sleep 3 days in a row, because it rained, and the place I crashed I had to get moving by 6 am. There’s no place that’s covered in any park anymore you might have noticed. Sly social cleansing.

I tell him I need a care card. Voila. He hands me the number with a big shit eating grin, so relaxed the drool is starting to form. A fucking Care Card number in 30 seconds.

So, I believe I’ve told the story about how I need an operation on my knee, one toe is fucked as well, and I have an internal organ problem that requires a specialist. I’ve told at least 5 people in this “Social Services” chain over the last 2 months that I don’t have a care card and I need medical attention, and not a single one of them has said “We’ll get you one right away”.

All that pain, all that walking to clinics that take people without cards, and he just types for a sec and hands me one. Fucking bullshit. I’m glad to have it, but it would have been useful to me 2 months ago, I have a serious fucking issue that’s affecting my LIFE and my ability to do certain kinds of heavy work I used to do in between IT and Media jobs. Fuck.

I ask him for a form for the doctor as I have some medical problems which will limit my search for work and keep me from doing a lot of jobs I like, but which are dangerous and painful right now. Whoosh. Out comes the form I’ve asked for numerous times before. Along with a big smile and a derisive snort. Like I’m pulling a fast one. I guess no one believes in hernias or crunched knee cartilage and nerves, you have to have a burned face to get respect for your pain.

I ask him to put me into this JobWave program I’ve been told about, where I can get a wage subsidy for a job, some work clothes, and possibly a voucher to upgrade my computer tech skills with a couple of Microsoft tests. My MCSE is Win XP, and that’s hurting me in my job search.

He looks at his computer and snorts, a little tranquil chuckle.
“I guess work is more important than a place to live”
I really want to throttle him.
He’s being a yuppie prick and he knows it.

You see, you can’t be on both programs at once, but then PCRS hasn’t found me a place for my sleeping bag in 2 months of being in their “program”. Probably because they don’t really have any resources to find people housing, just web pages to send us to that anyone could find if they were given a sheet of paper.
PCRS is really about illegal police information gathering from the start,
just like the Money Mart scam.

Money Mart was started by ex cops and shares information with the police, that’s why banks won’t cash a welfare or EI cheque without a wait, they want poor people to need the services of money mart, because its difficult to get information about someone from a bank with all those inconvenient privacy laws in place. If money marts can cash my cheque in 5 min the bank should be able to. Give Banks the little webcams and photo verification.

It’s Canada’s version of TIA for the poor. Programs and services with ex police or police friends in them. Always they target poor demographics who don’t have the lawyer power to speak up.

I don’t make the charge lightly.
I saw physical evidence.
I listened to PCRS employees talking about the police officers they hang out with. I watched as only one person actually served the clients, until she was ragged.
I observed rooms with walls that didn’t quite go to the ceiling.
Privacy is non existent,
and the free phone they give you right of the bat is with a company that records all calls and has active gps on the phone as long as the battery is in, because it’s a US phone company.
Fuck those human rights.
Fuck privacy.
Fuck actually providing services you are contracted for, what will the clients do?
Call a lawyer?
That’s funny. They’ll be driven into the ground.
Anyways. I say that because everyone tries to make me out as crazy.
I’m fully aware so listen up you hordes of nice and mindless zombies.
Death Squads for intellectuals, activists, writers and poets could be around the corner.
We’ll just rename them Beautification Forces.

Sorry, I digress, but then again, maybe I needed to.
I’d probably be less pissed if they actually performed the contracted services during the surveillance. No, I’d still be pissed.

Back to Mr. Dusty Rose:
I breathe deep and tell him that a place to live is extremely important,
it’s kind of hard to get a job if you have nowhere to put you stuff or your dog while you go to work and make money for a real place to live.

I can see he’s about to say it.
“No I’m not giving up my dog, so please sign me up with JobWave”
He recovers fast. Pretty sly on those tranks.

I ask him why they can’t call the Yukon Shelter and have a spot for me.
It is after all, the “Housing and Income Assistance” Ministry
“We used to do that, I’m not sure why we don’t anymore…
Yeah, that is kind of ironic that name change, isn’t it?”
“I don’t think the irony is lost on anyone” I reply.

At least he’s got me some of the simple basic needs I’ve been requesting,
without any bullshit doublespeak and lifestyle interrogation I’m so sick of.

Then I ask him for a “Leisure Pass”, which I was just told about yesterday.
He looks conspiratorially at the nasty cow beside him. I can see what’s coming.
She didn’t like the fact that I got upset last time when another worker started giggling at me because I couldn’t find my birth certificate. I hadn’t eaten in 36 hours and she was giggling at me. I asked for another worker after I came inside, I went outside for a smoke because it bothers me when I’m so upset I have tears in my eyes.

Nasty cow took it personally that I wanted another worker and not her friend.
I took it personally that a woman with a job to do that affects my life was giggling at my misfortune and refusing to copy the ID that I’d crossed the city to give her at another workers request.

“You can do that for him, right?” with a little wink.
He smiles the shit eating grin again, all looped out.

I’ve been on the street for over 3 months.
I needed a shower, a LOT, and all the shower services they give me pieces of paper for are downtown skid row, where putting my dog outside is going to get her kicked or poisoned by a junkie.

I’ve asked for some kind of pass or voucher for the local community center AT LEAST 10 times in this process.
And voila, it suddenly appears out of the thin air in front of her, with a nice yuppy knife comment attached
“well, here, some things are for what you’ve given ME, which is NOTHING, other services at the center you’ll have to pay for”
her voice filled with detestable sarcasm as she sits back in her $500 ergonomic chair she was going on about last time I was here.
I bet she spent 20 minutes thinking that little stinger up.
Implying that I’m somehow scumming off her because I need a fucking shower.

You know what would make for an astounding piece of research and journalism?
Compare the names of people who were on welfare in each province of Canada,
with the names of people who were murdered, died of exposure or committed suicide.

That would be a fucking eye opener for sure, eh?
We could compare which province had done the best job of invisible Social Cleansing.

And finally I have to talk about something that’s been REALLY bothering me.

Throughout this whole process, numerous times people have tried to get me to sign up for “Mental Health services”.
Each time I’m assured that everything will be faster, I would already have a place to live, all my medical needs would be taken care of, everything.
Except for my freedom.
Except for respect as a human being.
I know people who’ve tried the fast route.
They never shake the stigma and the labels.
They never get taken seriously again.
Socially alienated forever, losing their rights, losing the respect for the works they’ve accomplished.

Like Neitsche and Orwell and Reich.

What Canada really needs…

Ok.
I think I’ve given up on Jack. Maybe he’ll surprise me, but I think if he ever gets elected he’ll pull the same shit as every other politician, it’ll just be money wasted on committees and contractors, he’ll forget all about the grassroots little people who were the reason the NDP ever came into existence. I’ll be happy if he proves me wrong.
All my previous “secret NDP election plan” posts will be renamed and altered over the next while
They’ll be called “What Canada really needs…”
Perhaps we can squiggle out of this relentless Americanization of our once proud, artistic and kind country

Unfortunately, I sort of doubt it.

Retrieving my paintings

So
I have to go back to get my paintings
back to 3358 Wellington Ave in Vancouver
To get my airbrush works
which represent 20 years of work and struggle

My 20 or so cassettes
master tapes of old songs I created
memories

It kind of sucks.
I’d like to get my computer back, my harmonicas and their rack, my dean markley acoustic pickup
my 2000 DVD disks with all kinds of media i’ve been collecting.
Years of reasearch, utilities and music
things I can’t replace
I’d like to put them all on a single hard drive someday
instead of dvds

But I know I’ll probably not get any of it back.
I might get some of the paintings
the ones that haven’t been ripped up or ripped off

I have to get a police officer to go
so I won’t have to forcibly take them
funny eh?

I haven’t even got cab fare to get the monitor for the computer
I’ll have to carry it all on my back and in my hands
30 blocks to a place I can store it for a little while
out of the rain

I give up on Jack.

I give up Jack
The NDP will never really win until they get a truly strong and effective leader
I don’t see it buddy.
Good luck with that.
You’ve been getting a lot better,
but right about now
it’s too little, too late.

Canada is being decimated and Americanized
All our major Oil resources are now owned by Texas companies
Our streets are are full of poor people,
demonized by their own media,
Forgotten by their own gov’t,
While prisons get larger and add on wings
Shelters and soup kitchens get little or no funding
Police are used to violate the rights of the poor
In ways we used to associate with South America and South Africa
While if less than $3000 of registered/serialized new stuff is stolen from your home
No policeman will even show up to take a statement

Stop dreaming of your kingdom Jack
If you ever become the king,
It will be a smoking pile of bodies
and vacation homes for for the rich of OTHER countries
That you rule over

2010 Olympics Evictions in full swing – Cultural Displacement policies disguised as a party!!

We remember Expo
There are condos now where once a few hundred people lived in the lowlands

I personally know of 10 people who have been evicted
I talked to someone yesterday, he said he knew of 10 people too

The BC government very quietly made some changes to the Tenancy Act
And they “streamlined” the evictions process

The Landlord can keep trying, over and over.
This little thing, that little thing, things that aren’t a reason to evict even.
No one checks.
The poor person who’s renting their room/suite
has to fight every month for their place to live
most give up, there’s no one to help them fight these things

Kick out someone who’s been contributing to their community for the last 10-15 years
do a quick repaint and some minor repairs,
label it a “renovation” on their paperwork
and it’s streamlined
Rental rate increases ostensibly are 3.5% here
But a quick look at income statements of landlords in vancouver would show increases more than double the original rent as more than common.
“renovations” that actually fall under the heading of standard upkeep make it easy to evict
and no rental ombudsman
they can’t take it to court,
but the “process” takes a couple of years
so in the meantime they are wandering
because minimum wage is so low that nothing really pays well enough
for a suite
70% or more of your earnings for a simple room
and you can’t get a mortgage while some rich fucker has 20 mortgages.

That’s what the Olympics is REALLY about
Displacement of the poor

I’ve been talking about this for a decade, since before the Expo
I’ve researched it too
Everywhere the Olympics goes, everywhere in the world
the same fucking shit happens, over and over again

Shanty towns bulldozed overnight
Thousands of poor residents arrested and beaten
In the darkness
In the alleys

Millions spent on “Committees”
While private citizens spend their own $50
to take some sandwiches around to the poor of their neighborhood

Millions spent on police, and guns, and cameras
none of them spent on poor neighborhoods

Instead of giving them food and housing,
they are shipped off to far suburbs
to make their way, slowly
“home”

Instead of fixing their broken teeth and busted bodies
Giving them a bed and food
They shiver and starve
and watch the coffee shop owner
throw 300 donuts and muffins each day
into the dumpster
which he locks
before getting in his Beamer and driving away
His cellphone out the moment he sits behind the wheel
Happy as a pig in shit
Because he gets to write those donuts and muffins off
Tax money gained by food rotting inaccessible in a bin

Every building project
tendered by “low bid”
receives millions of last minute cash
to “finish on time”
They knew exactly how much and how long it would take
how much they would rake in

The Olympic Party Scam
We’re having a party
everyone can come
just give us some time
to remove this human trash
and make sure the rich from other lands
can purchase vacation homes

While millions of Canadians
Canadians all their lives
Can’t get a mortgage

The Jesus Stories….Poor Jesus…

I study a lot of different religious beliefs from around the world,
the ideas, lives, and the changes in what many Great Teachers have said.

I think a lot of it is bohunk. But there’s lots of little gems of the spirit in there.
The whole White Robed White Man God floating above the little ant farm he created in seven days really doesn’t do it for me.

But Jesus, the man on earth, the poor wanderer, the Great Teacher,
he’s actually a pretty cool cat in my books.

I have quite a few of my own Jesus stories that I’ve written over the years,
and I’m going to share them with you, one at a time.

Of course any time you talk about Jesus outside of Orthodoxy, you are a Heretic
But I actually like being a Heretic.

Because if you think about it, Jesus was a Heretic to what the priests of his time were saying.
He was poor, he was looked down upon by the Suits of his time,
he was a Rebel.
Yet the rich hypocrites who fill churches today, SUV’s in the parking lots, singing praises to the Great Teacher.
Most of them would spit on him when he supposedly “comes again”

Because when Jesus “comes again”, if he ever does, He won’t be in an SUV, he won’t be in the opulent buildings they’ve built to glorify his dying, he won’t be invited to breakfast with the Pope,

Just like before, he’ll be wandering around, sleeping outside, volunteering at food lines so he can eat, in his sandals, with his long hair, without a real job.

In fact, contrary to the moral position of the self righteous who claim authority to put words in his mouth,

He’ll probably be in a park, drinking some wine, sharing a sandwich with some peaceful people, smoking a joint, bitching about how society wants him to flip burgers and lick rich ass.
And those Bankers of course.
We could make beds and MRI’s and even absolutely free dental and eyecare for everybody
For ten years
for the same amount as we’re going to bail them out for

It’s a distorted and twisted culture ripoff
this thing called
money

He’ll be bitching about the hypocrites in their churches who give bibles to poor people, instead of soup and a place to sleep.
Fundamental nourishment
We’ll feed children in Sudan breakfast
but fuck the human trash in our own skid rows

give that smelly do-gooder hippie
a shower
and hand him a fucking burger flipper and apron

Don’t you think?

Importing workers to Canada – Over 100 jobs qualify still!!

It’s sick.

They just pulled some industries out, but right now there are 87 industries, representing over 100 different jobs, that qualify for being able to import a worker from oversees straight into the job.

At wages lower than a Canadian will do it.

It’s bloody sick.

While thousands of people of all races who’ve lived in this country their whole life scramble and scratch to match that measly wage and need those same jobs.

Information Technology is one of those industries where they can import foreign workers.
It’s for alberta, but I’m sure you’ll see the relevance of this page, there’s more than one like it for every province.

Let’s make it McEasy for millionaires to import more docile meat robots.
Keeps the rest in line

It figures eh? Live Video Assist pays more than TV series…

Just got a one day gig for an event production company as a tech.
It pays 7 bux more than I made at Atlantis. Just one day though.
Funny eh?
I think it’s kind of messed up….
Running cables, wiring up a live event console, connecting configuring testing old beat up live event video gear,
Pays more than packing up image sequences on a $20, 000 workstation for a multimillion dollar tv show.