What churches are really about: Colonialism! Turning a population against its children and families

Colonialism!
Turning a population against its children and families
That’s what churches are about
Look closely
and see if I’m

Not Right

Familes that give $300 a month to their church for 40 years
and spit on their own kin for being “sinners”
Know any families like that?
I know a few

towns full of them exist

pedophile priests sent to demoralize entire towns
pitting everyone against each other
no one in the family is good enough
leave them behind
and support your church
giving your churches your lands and inheritances
while your children scrabble in the dirt
without enough to build their futures
their slavery
guaranteed
not worthy of consideration

priests from other lands
administrations operated elsewhere
destroying families with rape, abuse, murder
infecting local populations with the same hidden dark secret perversities

fuck them in the ass and laugh
while they’re
blinded
by the Light

this is the face of colonialism
grinning like a wolf at its sheep
canadian churches
run by americans or money laundering gangs
it used to be the commonwealth
now it is

our “friendly”
uncle and his buddies
fucking us in the ass
while we stare blankly at their garish crosses of torture and submission

you must be grateful
say thank you
you know
he “loves you”

the taliban of jesus has its own gun and drug smuggling
woman and child abuse
fanaticism and self righteousness

but we can’t seem to see it
how similar our warlords are to them
its almost invisible before our eyes
we’re so used to it

It’s mostly non-canadians
at the top
of these powerful structures
churches and charities
raping our country of its wealth
the wealth of it’s people
the futures of its children

people with the lowest of morals in suits
with masks of beatific bliss
jovial winks
secret perversities

running the greatest government approved money laundering and ignorant peasant asset devouring schemes you could imagine
billions washed clean
millions tortured abused destroyed consumed
everyone with plastic happy faces
pretending life is grand

the money of whole families
whisked away to foreign
numbered bank accounts
Family homes absorbed by churches
while the children of the familly
are disipated
homeless

their memories owned by the church
if they have no family home
they are much easier
to conquer
divided

rootless peasants

two thousand years of it
they’ve made it a science

feeding and clothing murderers and rapists
they won’t build their own families stronger
They would let a stranger from another land sleep in their house for years
if they were
“saved”

but their brother, sister, cousins, sons, daughters, elders
die slowly apart
“unclean”

obeisance to the black book
requires
sacrifice
entire continents slaving to pay for fat white men to laugh
while their children fill the jails
and cemeteries

persuade them to destroy and abuse
their own children
spreading a mind sickness like smallpox
wiping out

entire clans

rapists and pedophiles with church jobs
paid mercenaries
of colonialism
they use the secret passwords
phrases of piety to jesus

wolves in sheeps clothing
sheep wild eyed and believing
a wolf could stop
eating meat

for jesus

foolish peasants
it is not the voice of your grandmother
it is her devourer
grinning

I have sat amongst them
and seen it myself
many
many
many
times

churches full of people pretending
not to notice
pretending
they don’t know

that he’s doing that to…
so
and
so
and
so it goes

throwing rocks at the children
for the sins
of the
Fathers

send them away
when they’re old enough
to tell
dirty children

so when you’re looking at that tithe
maybe consider
10 years of $300/mo to the church = $36,000

you could just pay your $10 each week in the bucket
if you like the “teaching”
and invest that kind of money
in a couple of your younger relatives
maybe match the bank on a loan for them
to start a small business

the church will be fine
there are so many lonely people and disrupted families
to vampire off of

I remember
the old woman’s house
a lifetime
painting the lake

She gave her house to the church
when she died
her “friends”

I’m there as a teenager
to help clean up
so the church
can sell her house

make
money

small little cabin
a quiet place
cluttered
comfortable

all her paintings
all of the lake from her windows
serene

you would think
they would pass them on somehow
admire them
like I did

the matriarch of madness is oblivious
a “good christian” who likes to cuddle little girls
so much so the church won’t let her be around them
good worker bee though

knows all about jesus

she hands me a garbage bag
and tells me to just throw it all
away

a lifetime with fake friends
who just threw her life in the garbage
I begged off the job
after throwing her paints and canvases

in the bag

said fuck you
to their god
and their ignorance

and got drunk
smoking a pack of cigarettes

quietly
watching the lake
she used
to paint

“They’re all like that” – Stephen Harper and the Babyfuckers of Canada

“Oh, they’re all like that” she says,
wrinkled old power bitch
puffed up botox lips

She’s talking about getting her ex,
off a child porn distribution charge.
then complaining he doesn’t get any custody

Fucked.

she runs a childcare service

She’s tried a dozen times to convince me
to join the conservatives
all her rich friends are conservatives

I  really don’t think
It would be a
“Right Fit”

She sucked and fucked her way into some money
then started a successful business
but it’s never enough.

There’s never enough flights to hawaii or florida
for the kings who can do what they want
to whoever they want

as long as you have money
you can do anything
in Canada

however you can make
the money

however you can make
the evil kings
“happy”

because they have
the money

only money
matters

the rest
is meat

crushed beneath the
man

what are you willing to do?
to be one of them?

theres only men in that club
cunt

get it straight
only
men

and pictures are worth
a thousand a piece
children can be bought entirely
for a few more

thousands of  under 15 year old whores
in Harper’s Christian Canada
desperate for rent and food money
to stay away
from home

to use and
forget
being used

escape

Christianity
gives them
such good
“support”

fornicating whores
nothing is ever done
about what happens to them
they must have deserved this
they eventually
give up
trying

to escape

because that’s just
the Way
it is

I listen to a friend tell me of a father
Canadian Fortune 500 executive,
Conservative
She recounts being fucked and tortured for hours
by her father and his friends
money changing hands
laughter
every saturday
then going to church each sunday
and that started LONG before her teens

What kept her in line more?  Saturday or sunday?

I remember the pedo priest in my church as a teen

all the brainwashed lambs
unable to believe
for years he had free reign

all the 5 year olds he fondled freely

it wasn’t until he raped
at paraplegic woman in his home
that he finally went to jail
He never went to jail for the children he touched

I told them he was like that
years before
when I was 13

big meaty hand on my thigh
groping
the priest staring at a 5 year old boy
across the “prayer circle”

eyes twitching
lips licking
like
a lizard

They slapped me for suggesting such a thing
about such a Great Man
so I quickly left
a pariah to their conservative congregation

I have seen many Liars
stand behind
Altars

Fuck your Salvation

I learned to see
beneath the skin
for survival

you believe the masks
if you wish

I detest your rituals
of blindness

looking
the “other” way

in the other way of seeing
I see them clearly
if you cannot

You all spit and tell ME now
of some other Great Man’s “godliness”
I will trust my eyes
that see his lips licking

at an 8 year old playing

I’ve watched him
for 3 days
as my dog plays with her

and he
stares
at her

licking

she’s not
being coy to him

You tell ME
this woman who watches your children
can be trusted
She is no friend to me

I watch her teaching 2 boys in the park
to suck a popsicle
like it was a cock
in and out

laughing at her evil game

so innocent looking an act
such a malignant purpose
invisible in a full playground

just a popsicle
in and out
don’t touch it

how deep
can it go

she can make $100
per picture of Vaselined bums
with fingers in them
that’s ten grand an SD card

everyone has their reason
money
vengeance
madness

what are you willing to do
in the wild west
of the New Kings

Saturn devours his children
initiating his own vengeful death
How else to praise
the Dominating Kings devouring the future

I watch a hobo beside me
I’ve been told personally by someone
I trust
about something he did
and something he says now
about teaching them young
makes it concrete

he’s talking about 5 year olds

If I were to make him disappear
the police dogs would catch me
hobbling a block away
“no one left behind”

I can only
Tell YOU then
the stories
of these Tears

holding them so long
is
killing me

But you cannot seem
to hear them

Left
Behind

two girls
sisters
telling me it took them years
to realize

each time starting at like 12
that they were drugged and raped
supposedly unconscious

a couple times a year

auntie had a shitload of money right after
and all the bills that couldn’t be paid
suddenly were

“somebody”
paid them

two pairs of eyes
welling up
with
“me”

lot of
presents
to help
forget

I’m tempted to tell them
to eat some curry and get drunk on tequila alone
young woman

and tell Kali herself
personally

you can tell me, anytime
little one
if you are not
strong enough

but your need for vengeance
is better fed with You
as Her

would you be strong enough to face that auntie
Yourselves?

abandon the cross then hide behind it later
like your auntie

and the take up the knife or tool
personal vengeance
is better than whimpering suicide at the foot of a martyr

you could
just let it
Wash
Away

put it down

and think
its not yourself
that you should hurt

for this
as you Look at IT

the Knife

Who is?
Who specifically is or was it that
you should

Return
the
Favor

and the Presents

To?

focus
breathing slower

they’re all
like that

A young woman
with a bandaged wrist
from the frustration
of suppressed will and freedom
tells me

of staring at
a pool
of  tears and drool
on a formica table
not even 12 then
the middle of nowhere
mom
isn’t here

bent over for 2 hours
butter and a 9 inch dick
her mom’s boyfriend in her ass

someone has to pay
for what you eat and have
little girl

I guess
she had
to
Pay

her family wants her to Pray now
years later
and not think of sinful things

things that hurt
but now she can’t
undo them or forget the way
they feel

good little girls
don’t think of such things

but its hard to forget
2 hours

it washes
Away

on the
Surface
only

when I was 11
I remember
a man
2 streets over
with a house
and three
“nieces”
who didn’t look at all
like him

blonde hair
dark haunted eyes

after years
he was
“sent away”

but he
took
them
with
him

so was the
“community”
really “just”

when they sent
them
away?

I pondered that
a few times
in my parka
standing on a frozen lake

sending them
Away
with
him

I don’t believe
they deserved that fate
but I guess
they were

“dirty”girls
then

is that
how it works?

I remember a girlfriend when I was young still  but older
that innocent kind of love that never gets laid
Friends
but daddy fucked her body and mind up at 9

big red jacket
free reign

I remember her mom
Who knew her daughter was being raped back then

fat union wife cunt
half a fucking ton
don’t rock the boat little girl
he paid for the roof over your head

don’t rock
the boat
unless you can walk
on water

you have to be willing to
fuck your own children
to own a house
here

that’s just
the Way
it is

her mom is telling me about a woman
after years of getting the snot beat out of her
by her husband
he comes home drunk
he’s got money, a paid for house
he’s drunk

he’s upset
expecting to get his dick sucked
in a rage
till her 20 yr old daughter just says
“It’s ok mom, go to bed,
I’ll take care of it”
and gets on her knees

she tells it like
“that’s just the way it is”
then laughing
laughing
tells me a story

about a fag
who found himself a sugar daddy
then died of aids
rolls of fat jiggle with cackling laughter

so funny
dying faggots

I never fucked her daughter
but people still say I did
I still get burned for it

burned and burned and burned
by Big Red his righteous Christian Taliban
The righteous army of jesus
raping and pillaging , robbing people and selling drugs and
selling people
rob another faggot and burn ’em
GHB for everyone
pass it around

rape your daughters early in life
so they won’t elevate themselves
above their station

know their
Place

“They’re all like that” she says
the cackle of the privileged

more of many hundreds of stories

I have heard
alone
never ending
always another

they blend together after awhile

a shimmering whimpering tapestry of light blue
through the cigarettes
I remember

they need catharsis

I can listen
I guess

I have time
for that

I can make

time

One pleads with me to tell you
of being chained to a wall
covered in gasoline
while her brother smokes a cigarette
her sister in the background
chained on the floor
covered in puke
after 5 days…

but that tale is too painful
to tell in a single
sitting

for me,
at least.

Do you understand?

I had to get drunk
just to tell you
that much

okay?

If I boil 7 days down
of Daddy’s big red dick and his friends and then her brothers and their friends
to a compressed misery of two hours
of words
how much torture
do I endure?

there is no reward
in it
for me
at all

so this is what
you get

I couldn’t afford
the beers it took
to say it
bitches

but I bought them anyway
for this
useless
shit
I write

The useless shit
that shitfuckers
write

when they do
nothing
as they die
with nothing

Imagine how many I drank
while I listened to every
sobbing
word
and Projected
image

holier than thou
bitches

fuck your temperance
sometimes
humans need more

tears
are made
of liquid…

and there are
too many…

I never get anything good
myself
from the listening

call me
selfish

but I listen to their tears
at night
sobbing
and get scorned daily

by you cunts

yes I stare
like a fucking
madman
you bitches

gasoline…
cigarettes and beer, and
gasoline
and

nothing

I watch you give money and respect
to rapists and killers
that have a sweet
and charming schtick

that say they’ve gotten
right with Jesus

I could Tell you
quite a bit of Truths
about Jesus
when you learn
to Listen

as long as you say the right words
the right way
it doesn’t matter what is in your
Heart

I must have deserved
this…

If I hadn’t
got off the x-ray table in Richmond

I’d be dying of leukemia right now

courtesy of
Dr. D.A. Cooper and his pals
helping his kin
Robert Cooper

next to the docks
and the union hall
as they laugh
Big Red
laughing

another dying faggot in the Hamilton
where they send the faggots to die
white supemacist “social worker” from copenhagen
laughing as I get this place

an
“inside”
joke

just stop squirming faggot
it’ll be over in a year or two
“Vancouver has a way of getting rid of people
it doesn’t want”

Vermin

You’re from copenhagen
you cunt

I grew from the soil
of this land
and I have walked
across it

I will sit
pretty much
where I please

They’re surprised
All around me
I was supposed to already be dying
of x-ray induced bone cancer or some other poison
It was all
arranged

they get a few more
tries
I guess

some other poison
accumulates
invisibly

just call it
nothing

everyone drink a beer
for the dying faggot
who paid for our houses and cars
with his ideas

fucking parasite

and I should give a shit
about these Tears?

this one I barely know
but have known
a few years

beautiful brunette
a bit
self-conscious

telling me to tell the tale
images I would rather not
remember

I watch
as she remembers…

she was just past twelve
remembering at 15
a “guest” she didn’t like
her mom had over

I guess she might have been a little snotty

at the “guest”
She didn’t like the way
he treated her mom

she was still dreaming of rescuing knights and princes
watching her toys and bears through tears
on her own bed at knifepoint

because her mom had taken the money on the table
and said “fuck her!”

and left to go shopping and pay rent
and came back
and put on music
instead of

responding to screams and cries

I guess her mom figured
since she had whored herself to this brutal man
a number of times to pay the rent
she should do her part I guess

now her mom
has a good union job
with the ass and complacency
that grows from that

and her deflowering
at knifepoint
is just a regret
to be forgotten

I guess
it was only
“one time”

so she should have
“gotten over it”

she more or less has
no choice

Should I tell this young woman crying
she is too young to talk to me?

well past puberty
she spits out a story

of a 9 inch dick
down a 6 year old throat

pissing beer into her stomach

being punched in the head
while choking
told not to bite

and later a spanking

in front of
Everybody

at some Church picnic

for being covered
in puke and beer and piss
and cum

for being
dirty

seeing red
drunk on some  “uncle”‘s piss
praise jesus for salvation

she learned
not to “be mouthy”
and be grateful

you must be grateful
not an Ingrate

you must be Grateful
for what…

you have left.

I guess I should have told her
she was too young
to tell me
that

I should have
sent her

Away

I should interrupt
a half hour story
about a couple of hours
crunched into the corner

of the tub?

I guess it all
really
washes

Away

I can’t cry anymore
at the telling
because I would hold

an ocean
of weeping

you can have them if you want
these tears
of your sisters

I have carried them
a long time

I would put them
in a nicer place
if I could

this is all
I can do
for now

you wonder why
I chain smoke
and drink a couple cans of beer
when I have opportunity

YOU remember then,
YOU remember clearly,
I would rather
dull it

you can have
every
fucking
one of them

every Tear

they Weigh more
than you think

so much
more

fucking
gasoline

people
whoring themselves
to go
to school

pull yourself  UP
by your bootstraps
so you can pay the masters
for your opportunities

The girl next to me is 14
I’m in the big red jacket someone gave me a couple years ago

There are aunties and uncles watching
a hundred feet back

We’re 4 feet apart
and can’t move closer
I expect they’ll throw rocks at me for standing there
burn me alive

listening quietly
to her talk
nervously

She’s a Sweetheart,
and I love her a lot
from 4 feet away

They’d hang me if I held her hand
or gave her a scarf
so we just sort of

stand
and talk

its not like she
can reach out
or me

the most daring thing
she can do
this shy girl
is discreetly
bend over

a little bit
coy

sometimes that’s all you can express
I’m sure we each
have our own feelings

we pretend
we don’t

things
we’d like
to say

Let’s pretend
we don’t
everybody

watch and pretend

She plays with my dog for a bit
being
a little bit
coy

and we talk
about a rough life
gradually getting
better

the end

later someone will try to kill my dog
because we stood
and talked

I haven’t actually fucked anyone
for a couple of years
but that doesn’t matter
in the gossip mill

Down in the lower eastside

we have double the number of whores her age in the last decade
No social support under 15 on the street

in Harper’s Canada

I believe
myself
in freewill

I do not see that they have any
choices
that you talk about

they should have the minimum
safety net

their own
Place
but no one gets anything but pissed on

here
unless they slave or whore
or go to jesus

Fuck
your
Salvation
Stephen

your Taliban
really isn’t much different
than theirs

The chick these fucks tried to set me up and hang me with last year
was 15 and near losing it
Sticking her tits and ass in my face
crazy bait twat
completely nuts

heavily dosed on the wrong antidepressent
mood swings and suicidal tendencies
smoothed over
with heart bursting ssri’s and eye-popping ritalin

She’d been molested (raped actually)
more than a couple times in her life.
more

I suspect daddy,
at the start of it all
before the the slide
into

this
need

continuous non stop talking
need
to control and manipulate

everything/everyone
a constant gnawing
from when
there was no control

or

savior

justice has no time
for little girls
with no money
for anyone

anymore

but she’s here so the IATSE fucks

on the other side of the square
can get some BURN footage

“Oh we’re just shooting a movie!”
An entire crew
in the place where I sit every day
convenient

Snarling redhead IATSE cunt with a faceful of herpes
mocking me, while she talks to a tech
They’re attacking me in broad daylight
with bait cunt and cameras

4 times now
I’ve watched that IATSE redhead herpes cunt
mock me

you fucking slut cunt
where did you get the herpes bitch?
sucking and fucking
your way to a good life?
union Cunt

she’s jazzing me
from 20 feet away
about the crazy 15 year old BAIT CUNT in front of me
who can’t stop sticking her tits and out
in everybody’s face
because she’s an ACTRESS
and it’s a Burn job
a thoroughly plotted one

I watch her pitting people against each other
well trained little Laveyan slut
practically memorized Anton’s work
I wonder what she get’s paid for this

I know for a fact this crazy 15 year old has sucked 3 old dicks
not mine
so I guess
they are the bad guys?

And the slut and IATSE crew are saving society from?
What?
Movie trucks full of guns and coke and GHB crossing the border
courtesy of uncle sam
and you all are going to try and burn me with a cunt?
That YOU FUCKING RAISED?

fucking hypocrite fuckers

I guess it’s understandable
because whoever choked her while fucking her

made her need that
abuse
but I don’t have time for it

Like 60% of the women in this country
raped and molested
who are so much better off here
than “over there”

In Stephen Harper’s Canada
When these little girls run away

from rich dad and his dick
The cops deliver them back home

then speed off to find a terrifying pothead or socialist agitator
to drag off to jail

I remember
an indian girl
14 maybe

long ago
pretty but poor
pushed into a fire
burned on her face and hands
at a bush party

laughter all around

I left before it had happened

The highway of tears will keep flowing
because poor little brown girls
have no money or rich family
to spur the police on

There’s more profit
in speeding tickets
and grow-op busts
no money = no justice

This is still a WIP, so don’t get your panties in a knot…

Vancouver – The land of artist ripoffs – no wonder its called the "city of no fun"

I know how many people think I’m crazy.
Talking about pedophile rings, sick little covens hell bent on human sacrifice, cia backed canadian gangs and film production company fronts, cointelpro in canadian coffee shops, corruption in gov’t and law enforcement, human rights violations in our friendly happy land of poverty….

I really don’t give a shit if you want to believe I’m crazy.
There’s a reason I run into these things, I’ve been a target for a while.
I got used to it by the time I was 20.
It still wears me down.
But recently someone stole something from me, and the fucker made enough money at it he paid someone to fuck me up so I couldn’t claim my rights in the matter.

I could cry I guess,
but I decided to pick up stones and swing my slingshot
long ago I decided that.
Like when I was 12 and knew I wasn’t going to get anywhere
in this “suck rich cock to succeed land of ever present bullshit and stupidity”

Fuck.

I’m one of those guys that talks this shit on the coffee shop patio
I’m one of the reasons you can’t smoke on a patio anymore
to shut people like me up
fucking sheep we’ve become

Live music in Vancouver pretty much sucks these days
they’ve migrated to colder cities with warmer hearts for live music.

So I know there are a lot of people who are mad at what I’ve said about my stint at Stargate Atlantis. Suck my dick, its true.

I came back to Van in Jan. 2003
I spent that winter-spring-summer hanging at a coffeeshop on commercial drive
shivering with various other malcontents on the patio as we smoked and bitched about the destruction of culture and the rise of the new culture of misery

I am fucking serious about Robert C. Cooper ripping me off at that coffee shop across from the park.
with his little marantz recorder
asking me about what I thought about Atlantis, the lost city.
I know a lot about myths and science fiction.
I told him I thought it was not an island, but an island submarine, it didn’t sink, it submerged
and after he pried and dug more I suggested that it was never found because it launched into space a la Eric Von Daniken. Of course it went on a journey of enlightenment, but if they ever made a movie about it they’d fill it with something stupid like “Army vs. Space Vampires”
Then I was talking about my “universal power block” idea which I’ve been going on about for a few years. Sound familiar? Is it zed or zee?

this is in 2003, early summer late spring

I know you don’t believe it. But it’s true,
and someone is out there who has worked with the bastard and hates Robert Cooper.
Someone who has heard him boast about ripping off that crazy hippie cat.
Maybe they even have a copy of that cassette, or one of Robert boasting.
We even shook hands on the deal, Cooper and I.
I saw his recorder, I told him “If we talk about this myth and you use some of my ideas here you’re gonna pay me AT LEAST 15%-20% right?” He tried to squiggle out, but he was intent on his plan, so he VERBALLY AGREED and then SHOOK MY HAND on it.
That’s a binding deal. Not only does he pull the rip off, he tries to mess me up.
So I’m gonna keep fighting for compensation Robert, and talking about this.
And soon I’ll call in a couple debts to get some pressure on you
You fucking balding wiener wanker.

I’d challenge Cooper and all of his staff to a polygraph showdown, any day!
Chickenshit fucker.

So consider that all of the nasty assholes I’ve run into in the last 2 years, all of the people trying to bring me down, losing my place, people tracking me, gangsters actually trying to drug and kill me, all of this started AFTER I started working for Stargate. As soon as they had my address, robert had people targeting me to mess me up.
Think about it. I may never be able to prove he stole some ideas from me, but he doesn’t want to take the chance, he’s made a couple million off of even a couple of the ideas he snarfed from me sitting at Turk’s, I’m a loose end, he has connections through the entertainment industry to gangsters. He tried to get me discredited, f’d up, and possibly even killed.
I can’t prove it at all, but I’ve been a target for assholes since I gave my original address to my SA employers. Don’t believe me, I really don’t give a shit.
But when I disappear or get sick and die, keep in mind, I’m healthy right now.
Other than a hernia, and an f’d knee, I have had recent xrays and I have no cancers in my chest or abdomen. I state right now that someone in the next year is probably going to try and kill me in a staged “mugging” or I’ll be poisoned somehow. If you trace it all back, like anyone would care about some dead broke artist fuck, it’s going to point to R. Cooper. Call me paranoid, it doesn’t mean I’m not right about being a loose end some rich fuck wants to tie up.

Would you set some gangster assholes after someone if that person could cause you to lose more than $500k? Seriously, you just gotta shut them up and you’ll have tons of cash for life?

I wondered a lot why they hired me at SA. Why people said weird things during my time there like “this is the guy!” “This is him?” lot’s of odd looks. Like something weird was going on behind the scenes. Questions out of the blue about what I’d do if something I wrote was stolen. I wondered about it a lot, I’ve been doing Info Tech for the last 10 years, why hire me instead of a film school brat. It was tweaking me the whole time I was there. A lot of people know about it, obviously. It’s also a good cover, “We didn’t rip him off!! Honest! He’s just a disgruntled ex-employee!”

As soon as they had my address for administration, the shit started happening in my life. The house I was renting rooms out to people in suddenly filled with gangsters, whores and pedos. People sucking money and energy from me, gangsters tailing me across 3 cities. Tagged for removal. I wonder how much it cost? Or did they do it for free to protect their own film industry investments?

Maybe my punker friend will realize that she witnessed the ripoff sitting there at Turks that day, and that might be why she’s having some hard times too. Another loose end. She probably won’t believe it until it’s too late. She still thinks her “friends” “accidentally” broke her guitar the night before she went east. Fool. Like your dark foul toothed “friend” Elizabeth who kicked Koala, badmouths me to everyone, and happens to be close buddies with the same Nigel and his brother mentioned elsewhere.

Want to hear something even creepier? My APC friend that had the spook eyeballing her? The spook turned out to be old roommates with Christopher Stewart, the man who hired me at SA, and seemed to be looking for someone in particular, not just someone to fill a seat. Is that creepy or what?

I counted over 120 gangsters total on my tail across 3 canadian cities.
Fuck I suddenly got popular with the boys in beards on bikes.
Not that I usually have anything against the more respectable gangsters,
after all that’s where all the decent quality drugs come from.
No gangsters and we’d all have to be clean freaks.
But seriously, they generally ignore me.
Not after I signed up for SA though. Fuck.

I’ll never be able to prove it unless someone else speaks up
All those people on the crew, RC had to boast to someone.
Consider, if the lighting guy works all day on a scene, and the props person spent a week on the set, is it cool to send them home with no money?? How about credit? If someone works on a show, in a gig where they are supposed to get credit, does everyone just laugh and say “oh well” if they get their credit ripped off? You there, Ms. Coordinator, would you laugh off the removal of your credit? Or your salary?

I can write, that’s all I can do I guess, short of amassing an arsenal.
and I write a lot of satire and science fiction
so get prepared this coming year
for the online novella

“Space Tunnel to Asslandia”

You’ll laugh so hard you piss yourself
I guarantee it….

The You Tube version will be even better, when I can get something faster than a 486 to work on. I’m an animator/artist/writer so maybe I’ll make something funny enough that every SA fan will want a copy sitting beside their box set.

I’ll make the RC character a bit like Kenny, dying 10 times per episode in some disgusting way, only to be revived for his next unpleasant death.

so here’s some more shit for you to look at that started soon after I started working for SA:
Oct of the year I was working for SA, Masha and her bf stayed at my house for a week at my asshole roomate Piere’s invitation. Remember this?

“Man, 29, murdered in Mexico Burnaby woman, 24, survives, boyfriend killed Ian Austin, The Province; with Canwest News Service Published: Tuesday, May 20, 2008 The shades were drawn low and tensions ran high yesterday at the Burnaby home of Masha Heikali, who was shot in an attack at the Mexican resort of Cabo San Lucas that claimed the life of her boyfriend, Bouabal Bounthavorn….”

Perhaps you think I’m imagining things. Tell you what. Masha has a skin disorder. An algae/fungus sort of thing that would probably disappear if she would soak in chlorine filled hot tubs or pools, but being a little earth-witch she never would. How would I know that?
I liked Masha. I didn’t like her boyfriend as much. I’m not sure why. A feeling I had.

Pierre is connected to these folks through a dick named Nigel. Pierre caused a lot of grief in my house and is also connected to these dicks who are involved in fucking up the minds of a lot of good little earth-witches. Luciferians masquerading as Fey and sucking up the little good witchies in a never ending “organic” dance party.

Do you see the Canwest?
Canwest Concrete = Canwest Entertainment = Alliance = SA

I personally like the Big Red Machine, because I like good drugs instead of shitty drugs.
Big Red learned from that Rolling Stones fiasco that bad publicity is bad for business.
So I don’t think they’re really happy about pedos or human slavery happening anywhere that might be remotely connected to them.
I could be mistaken. But I don’t think so.

I’m pissed off. Really pissed off. Clean up the fucking shit boys.
This is Canada, not South America.
I don’t like what’s been happening.
It’s not like I’m making an invisible connection, fuck, it’s like saying some other crew comes from Sicily. Open secrets can’t really be broken.

Why would I bring that up?
Because 2 roomates after Pierre, who said they didn’t know each other, both worked for Canwest concrete. While I’m still working for SA.

I after 9 months with SA I got a roomie whore whose “brother” is making suspicious VPN connections to Toronto, a pedo named Greg Cairns using a “flight simulator” to connect to Australia and Belgium at ping rates no self respecting flight simulator buff would ever connect to, another whore with midwife training who has no child in sight but is lactating heavily, a pregnant “wife” and husband bullshit team with serious domestic violence under containment, and a “white Jewish Rasta reggae drummer” with a penchant for baby talk. It couldn’t get worse, or could it?

Pour those boys in some fucking concrete. That’s what it’s for isn’t it.
Why I’m not in some, maybe they want to clean up the real mess using someone not connected.
I speak the truth, as fucked up as it seems. Reality trumps fiction in the fucked up category.

I’m fucking mad.
Creatives getting ripped off is bad enough. Trying to off them/discredit them to cover up the ripoff is about as disgusting as I can imagine. It’s shameful.

And why would I trust “the police”?
Shit, I trust Big Red more than them.

When I got arrested for this made up bullshit “assaulting a PC” charge I had a great big CanWest concrete fucker in the same processing queue, and a crown prosecutor with a coven of 5 beauties behind him that were specifically brought into the room when I was brought to the cage.
“bring in the students” was the cry, and I stood and waited while they arranged themselves behind him for his spiel of made up bullshit. I’m not joking, I said a coven behind a fucking crown prosecutor. Look it up on the courtroom video Mr. Internal Affairs. Fuck.

Think about this. There are over 3000 Luciferians alone in this city. Never mind the other evil organizations. Gangs with names like “Satan’s Buddies” are often covens. See the fucking link yet or are you really blind. Luciferians will fuck anyone over if you pay them. No one alive really matters to them. They’d work for Georgie Bush at the drop of a cartload of cash. Canada doesn’t matter when there’s big money in it.

Seriously, get Leonardo to paint the Last Supper, then kill him and sign your own name to the painting and put your name on his fucking notebooks.

I’ve only fucking scratched the tiniest of surfaces on this, and I held off till now because I’m not against big organized crime, I just fucking hate injustice.

Let them tell you I’m on drugs.
Believe it at your own ignorant peril.
I’m just fucking pissed off that rich fucks can rip people off and fuck people over and the cops are so infested they’ll help the rich fucks first. I said COVEN in the court and I fucking meant it.
Do they serve law? or something “higher”?

I’m already on borrowed time, so fuck the bullshit…

If you knew there were a ring of pedophiles in Vancouver, what would you do?

Let’s say you knew of a whole ring of people involved in child pornography.
A gang of them. The type of gang that the RCMP doesn’t seem to be good at catching
there was this ring of child pornographers in Montreal, the RCMP caught 30 of them.
But they wouldn’t have caught any of them at all if the german secret police hadn’t clued them in.
Those people were pulling that shit for almost a decade.
and the canuck police were clueless.
Too busy busting street people for misdemeanor possession and harassing already abused prostitutes I guess.

There’s a ring active right here in the lower mainland.
but get this, if I talk to a police detective here, what do you think will happen?

1. I get the satisfaction of knowing I did the right thing
2. I get no assistance getting a new place, so when the half dozen of them that are missed in the sting go looking I’m easy to find
3. there’s a bunch of them, so instead a half dozen of them tell the police that I’m crazy, or on drugs, or something like that, and since there’s more of them, I end up getting hassled or labeled or end up getting grilled by a psychologist
4. there’s not any real evidence, because the kids were bought from addicts or birthed by addicts who owed them money, so there’s no birth certificate, and afterwards they end up down a drain
5. I just had a cop punch me out and then lie in court and say he was assaulted by me so why would I trust them, and according to their bullshit notes from the cop who beat me I’m “violent” so why would they treat me with any respect.
6. the women are just drug addicts, so why would a cop care?
7. 50% or more of the police force is homophobic or even homohostile, so there’s even more reason to trust them for someone with a non-straight orientation.
8. the two main covers that these people are using are a “recovery clinic”, and to use gay and transgendered people as a “patsy” so if they get caught they can blame the deeds on someone that %50 of cops will hate anyways. Whose the cop going to believe? the “addict” or the “respectable recovery councillor”
9. doesn’t anybody remember the story about Jeffery Dahmer? Where one of his victims actually got out and talked to 2 cops and then they laughed at Dahmer’s joke about his “crazy boy” who then ended up in the fridge?
10. For some reason MP3 recording technology is difficult so police reports are still filled out based on shorthand notes and someones memory of a conversation a year later, that way it can be rearranged or regurgitated as the need arises.
11. The Olympics are coming. We don’t want to mess with the tourism, just let it slide. In fact it might help the rich visitor count.
12. These people have money. They get $10k per day from this, maybe $100k a month, and the people who can pay that much for an evil fetish have good lawyers and exist in the top of the Canadian food chain. Possibly even in government or law. Naw, that’s paranoid.
13. I can’t be the only observant human being with a conscience. Perhaps a couple uniforms are involved in the same gang on the side? Probably not. They get screened so well each year, none of them could be doing something for an extra few $k.

You know what everyone has noticed over the last 50 years?
Whistleblowers get a pat on the back and then never work again, when we check in on them 20 years later they’re usually living in poverty or died somewhere along the way.
Oh well. Guess this society prefers to not know that people go missing.
3 dozen whores later, I guess we should do something, eh?

Anyways. It’s not like stopping them will matter. It’s a rich vs poor society with no safety nets created by 20 years of right wing government that’s made people so poor and miserable that they flock to gangs by the thousands and turn to whoring themselves or worse to survive.

Canada was once a progressive society, now we’re becoming cannibals because there’s no other way to eat.