Criminal Justice System . Walking out of Court just over a week back, I said to myself that the Courts were aptly named for they served Criminals. The “Criminal” Justice System. Naturally, due to my own nature I felt bad about that statement. I rescinded it by not only removing it from view here on Facebook, but from deleting it all together from my account. Today, I can no longer deny it. It is true. The Criminal Justice System is just that, a Justice System that serves Criminals. I have it right in front of me on paper. . I now have one Count of “Fear of Injury/Damage by another Person” against me which is contrary to Section 810(1)(a) of the Criminal Code. That to my knowledge will be on my record. How do you think that looks to an Officer, a Border Agent, Secured Access in Work Locations, or to anyone with access to that information? Now upon applying the charge, the Judge defended his stance by stating that he was doing it for me, to keep me away from “those people”. For my benefit. I clearly heard and interpreted this as a judgement made against me in order to “protect me” from people who are causing me harm. In other words, the Victim was charged with the actual wrong doing of the Charge. The Charges should have been laid the other way or not at all. . I just asked the witness who was there in the court room for his opinion. He understood the Judges intent, just the same way I just mentioned. Yet on paper, you would believe I am the guilty party. I find it very interesting, because to me as a Male, this is nearly equivalent of charging a Female who was raped, with the charge of Rape. Would any of you stand for that? . In effect, you have thrown me out of my home and onto the street. Yes, it is my home Mr. Crown Prosecutor, the proof was sitting right beside my Lawyer. You have exchanged one set of familiar problems and traded them for an over-whelming set of another. On top of it all, there has been so much personal damage that my Means of Living has been severely crippled, if not completely destroyed. That is not just a residence to me. It is my home with deep psychological roots, due to the nature of my living, it is also a secure base of operations. It is 40 years of my life, a life spent ensuring the benefit of all. Now it’s all completely gone. Even the Life Boat which I was assembling, my truck, it is damaged beyond current feasible repair. All from this. People assume so much. . Now I had two Judges and a Lawyer explain to me that these are not “Criminal Charges”. In response, I had stated that they may as well be; as Action Speaks Louder than Words. I cannot even explain in words all of the compounding problems I am faced with daily because of this. Some of them I will not mention, as doing so only hinders any day to day progress further. I think it is absolutely Criminal what the System has done to me and I owe not one of you and apology. The only person I owe an apology to is Queen Elizabeth II, our Head of State, however those words were necessary to affirm my stance. I am sure, if she understood my story, my apology would be more than accepted. . In my view, everything was already pre-determined. As to why that is, is probably due to many things, including the “System” not wanting to set a new precedent as this case is clearly complex and abnormal. There is everything from the Crown not wanting to lose a case of “Fear of Injury” to potential questions about “Real Estate Laws” and of course the pro-female bias in the “Legal System”. So in effect, I am just discarded and literally Legally Murdered for the benefit of all other parties. I will expand on this later, in the meantime, is this a Justice System? Naturally, I can’t lay the faults entirely on the Courts, there’s also the Port Moody Police. No call too small. Really? . As for Proof of the Pre-Determination, it’s simple for me. My first day of Court, people were very unsettled in deep confusion. The Courthouse was “warned” I was coming. They did not understand and they let me know they didn’t know why. It seemed to me that were shots called from somewhere else, where that was, is still undetermined. My first Judge, upon arraignment… I was sure to be viewed last in an empty Courtroom by a smiling Judge who obviously, in my perception took heart to me. My second Judge, I noted paid she paid considerable eye contact to my overall appearance and mental state as I had clearly slipped off the cliff. At this point, I had literally lost all independence. I was living in a trailer with intermittent power and no running water. I was still trying to keep working while I was collapsing in my means to secure self-sufficiency. . In fact, the chain of events that ensued led me to a place where I had lost all personal independence to such a degree that I considered driving out of town until I was out of fuel. I had only a $100 left which would not carry me very far, not only that, I am a long term planner. There was and currently is nothing for me in the long term, only painful roadblock after roadblock. It’s like torture for someone who’s already gone through a life of reset after reset. The alternative to driving out of town was ending up on Hastings St. Yes, I was provided a list of Men’s shelters, which honestly would be a path to no recovery. All roads leading to the same location. The only thing that saved me was the response when I knocked on a certain door. There was no one else for me. I remember who I called, I should not forget such things. . Third time in court, was extremely brief. I wanted to fire my lawyer. All that was communicated was that I would not accept a BS bond, my lawyer spoke with the judge, stating he alread spoke to the other party (unknown to me) and that it was irreconcilable from their view. . So here now, after finally going to Court for the fourth time, I had to allow them to change the date, so they had a reason for the charges to stick, otherwise I would still be kept from my home while Court was postponed until who knows when. Now I am on Probation for five well timed, well spoken words of protest. In the defense of placing me on Probation the Judge stated that the intent was to help me secure personal aide. Naturally arguing that this only hurts me further was completely dismissed. For the very complex dynamics of moving forward in any direction, the requirement to attend meetings with a Probation Officer, a Government Employee, just cripples me further. Not only that, it is a waste of Tax-Payer money. It is just bureaucracy that sends me in circles, employing people who think they know more than I do about my needs. . This is now proven to be true. I can state this easily. After Court, I immediately booked into the Probation Office. I took the first available appointment, which was the following business day. That particular day I had no choice but to walk. On that walk, I had to walk through Riverview Hospital, a Mental Institute. I found that very ironic as the Judge and the Crown Prosecutor would have turned me over to Psychiatric Care if they could legally could have. I already escaped it three times, this was the fourth. The result of this would be more wasted Tax-Payer money. Not only that, but there was a good chance I’d have a doctor who would simply follow the DSM which I personally feel is a book of Fraud. I can say this rightfully, from my experiences with the system. Eight years of medication that my doctor now states I should have never been on, at the least, for that length of time I was. . Back to the Probation Officer. I walked a two hour walk and I made it there with three minutes to spare. She was 40 minutes late and I partake in no judgement over that. I do however note, that if I was missing work for this, this would be yet another hindrance and a testament to the waste of time Probation is for a person in my shoes. I am guilty of nothing, other than doing the right thing in very long personal history which no one allows me to explain in the only means that I can. However, it seems people love to judge and try to control me over it. Perhaps that’s the goal, Control? . So onto my first meeting with my Probation Officer, naturally I am ahead of the Courts and their paperwork. The Probation Officer is clueless as to why I am there. We spend the hour getting acquainted where she admits, she’s never been Railroaded by the “System”. I try explaining my needs, knowing that I can never explain enough details. She will take me to the Left, when I will need to go to the Right. I am offered Forensic Psychiatry, which… doesn’t truly gain my confidence. I am also pointed to the same Mental Health Clinic that railroaded me into my second hospitalization and arrest, including the “loss” of my Medical Files. . Now onto my second meeting with my Probation Officer, I at least have some cash in my pocket, basic necessities met and I was able to maintain a better state of communication. This was by pure fluke. I was able to take a job, without having to worry about it interfering with Court, or Court interfering with the job. Today was two weeks since my last appointment and the Probation Officer still had not read my file. I already previously explained to her that in every single day that passes, things only get harder. Most of my opinions are written off as just that, only my opinions. I am having a hard time how someone who has not read my file can dismiss my thoughts as no one truly knows my life better than I. . I can only imagine what she wrote down. She probably wrote something down to the effect that I am difficult, that I have an attitude, etc. etc. I could be wrong, but it seems like it would fit for her willing outlook. I asked her half way through the meeting, if she minded me just being curt with her to speed things up. Upon being given permission I had to stop as she found my occasion curse word “offensive”. Again, I was offered Forensic Psychiatry, but upon acceptance of giving it a try it was then removed as an option. She hadn’t contacted them yet. Again, I am referred to community services, the same people who “lost” my medical files. Port Moody Victim Services, were a little more realistic, there is no “Services” for someone in my shoes. . In closing, I tried to explain to her that there is no point in myself visiting a Probation Officer who cannot help me, which she even admitted. Then I am told that I have to visit her or I will be in held in Contempt of Court. Even explaining the Judges intentions does me no good. Explaining that the Judge stated I am to see her at her leisure for a length of time she feels appropriate does no good. She wants to keep me for a year as those are the written instructions. Which is either a change of mind by the Judge or a miscommunication through a standardized letter. I left this meeting trying to wish her well, so I do not yet again, have more unearned words against me. It is the System and it’s workers screwing me, not the other way around. Have you ever tried to help the Government help you? I am sure many can imagine. . So through the Courts, it all doesn’t end here for me. I still have a Weapons Prohibition case against me. This is nothing even worth the Courts time. I view friends right here on Facebook, use the same words of expression that I have which are being used to press this restriction. Furthermore, in at least twenty years of history, I have never had to have a piece of paper written against me to stop me from taking action on momentary human thought, expression or emotion. This is just further Psychological and Legal damage which is completely unwarranted. I might not get a chance to tell the Judge, or she may take it the wrong way, but if I wanted to use a weapon against someone or against myself, that piece of paper would not stop me. It’s ridiculous for someone in my shoes. They are literally victimizing the victim, which is what I stated in Court. . My Lawyer made it pretty clear on the course of action I should pursue. I will leave it out, as explaining it does nothing good. However, this is the irony of the situation I have been placed in. I am certain, it is the same for many a Male going through divorce or another similar situation. I am encouraged to fight, which costs a lot of money, this right after the System completely crushes a person’s ability to Legally fight. It’s almost like cutting off someone’s legs and then telling them to swim to shore, while collecting their belongings that others are currently stealing. . I am not sure I am covering everything I wanted to, but yes, I do not feel that any of this is correct as far as Justice and keeping the Peace. In fact, I feel it is just the opposite. None of this was necessary. None of the expense, none of the personal damage, none of it. This could have and should have been handled BEFORE introducing more problems, more lies and more abuse. This is MURDER, sanctioned by the State. It truly is. There's a person’s biological life, their emotional life, their mental health (life), their Legal Life and then their Financial Life. Destroying the last two, just brings destruction on the first three. It is CRIMINAL, especially doing so, then expecting the person to finance his own Legal response. You leave him dead in the water, which could almost be considered to be intentional. I am a member of a Group with the highest suicide rate in Canada. I wonder why that is? . I will cut this off, but I will say one more thing. This post and the ones preceding/following are in line with keeping the peace and being of good behavior. I have the right to speak, personally I believe even that ability, the Freedom of Speech of Canadians, is unjustly limited. One day I will most likely post my thoughts on this. Well, those of a targeted group anyways. . In the meantime, four people testified, two committed Perjury. If the two others were allowed to testify, I am certain that would have been four persons committing Perjury. That’s pretty serious in my view. Never mind coercing an elderly woman, committing fraud, endangering the life of a vulnerable family member, and on a on. There’s actually a lot of laws I could note here that I have glanced at, but for the time being, I have written enough. . I have to contact my Creditor. . PS. To the Mental Health Officer who is new at her job. It is my view that you are unfit for that position. You have been trying to contact the Probation Officer, for what reason? The long standing witness to all these events does not believe you are doing it for my benefit. I honestly cannot help but think, that is the same kind of contact the "doctor" had in the location I had a problem getting my medical records.