The typical night before I had to drink too much coffee. I couldn't sleep. I told myself not to and I did it anyways. If it wasn't the coffee, likely partly induced by stress, it would have been something else. I spent the greater portion of the week re-organizing my living space and trying to put the pieces of my life back together in a functional manner. Imagine that, having to deal with your belongings which have been scattered, damaged, lost, stolen, destroyed, or handled, inspected, boxed and packaged by someone else. It even looks like they went through the attic and decided among themselves who's childhood stuff was whose. Imagine seeing your home taken over. Other people using your living space for personal storage. Witnessing so much of what you have worked towards undone. Locks you bought re-keyed. Half-assed people trying to replace you in image only, not in effort, not in care. Great job cleaning the gutters and the moss of the new roof I built over the shed or the pressure washing everyone used as an excuse to undermine me. Nothing but empty claims from people who do not care. Looking after my mother from their own houses they claimed. More like looking after their desired inheritance and their own emotional interests.
So on to court... now that my extremely limited finances and health have been rolling backwards since my recent arrest - I am likely going to lose my ip phone, my Microsoft Office, along with beginning to pay bills and any forward momentum I was previously underway with, I spent the last of my money on bus fare. The loser cruiser so I could spend another day in court over charges that should not be. This so more government workers can have an excuse to do something not productive in exchange for a pay-cheque. At this point this is all it is. An excuse for useless bureaucracy and for people who are not actually helping society. Sorry to those of you from the government computers reading this website over the last several days - but you are not helping anybody. You are not. Not in these affairs. You are not doing anything constructive at all period. Nothing at all. Of course this is nothing new. You know what would have been constructive and beneficial to everyone in British Columbia? Taking my offer to write everything out in high detail as accurately as possible. That was offered for nearly two years. Once done, everyone could look at this 'System' of follies. Of course that would expose many of you wouldn't it? From this, we could come up with ways to make the 'System', which the people it employs likes to blame, work properly. No one earning a government pay-cheque has wanted to do that for the people of British Columbia. That is SAD.
So away I go to court. I am not happy and I have not slept properly. This is my fault. Of course if I didn't have this stuff to deal with I probably would be settling into a constructive routine. I take the blame for the late night coffee. I can also take the blame for not fully researching all of my options. I did intend to do that. However being properly organized really helps and I am not organized. Not when I am still missing half of my office and none of you people seem to care it was stolen under the conditions you brought onto my life. None of you have helped me retrieve those nor aided my situation enough for me to take care of that myself. You have aided criminals. In fact, none of you have really helped me with anything concrete at all. Just token gestures absolving your peers of responsibilities. That is it. I really wish I could put all my thoughts throughout my days into text. They would read much better than this site. Completely useless is this whole 'System'. Just think about this... you have Charged me for ignoring a court order, coming to my home and sleeping in my own bed - instead walking into a car and killing myself (like you seem to want to make happen). Are you people insane? Then after denying my ability to work for a year, bringing more and more permanent devastation, you derail me from fixing that situation too. Along with my health, along with my self-sufficiency... and now you even brought extra burden onto my elderly mother. Rather than allowing me to heal and make repairs, returning to self-sufficiency in some regard you've sent me backwards taxing her from this stupidity. Inexcusable.
You know what? Statistics Canada, look it up. 80 Males per week commit suicide. I am willing to believe you and your lack of will to improve these 'Systems' are a major contributing factor. You kill Males through your injustice personally earning your incomes from such. All under the guise of protecting the 'helpless' women who really just act like unaccountable spoiled brats.
Into the Courtroom
I am to be here at 9:00am. No excuse I was late. I was there at 9:20am. I am unsure why the door was locked. I was told people had legal aide issues and for whatever reason they closed the door for 30 minutes or so. When the doors eventually opened I took a seat hoping my situation did not mess up further. As it was I was grumpy and unhappy with myself. I should have spent more time researching the options. Should I go through with my initial plans? Should I try to defer? Why did I not get enough sleep last night? Do I want to bother talking to Duty Counsel? Should I rethink a lawyer? Am I going to derail my cases taking ownership of the resulting problems that I should not have been burdened with to begin with? What were the procedures again? Why did I not get enough sleep? Where is that older lady who appeared to be witnessing my cases? Where did she go? What other plans and ideas towards this did I have? I know I had them. I am not sharp and not on the ball this morning. There is little focus on my part. These are the things running through my mind while sitting in the courtroom. Mainly I was sitting their upset with myself, but realistically, under the conditions... what else can I do? I am not capable of learning the legal system in two days. I cannot seem to trust anyone. No one cares about the injustice. Everyone is self-serving and/or incapable.
While waiting to be called to the bench a Criminal Duty Counsel approached explaining that I still had an open file with Legal Aide. She wanted that sorted that out. Looking at her notepad, seeing my name and the comments regarding this, I was unwelcome to it. More distraction, more problems, more questions, more issues. Exactly what I do not want while trying to come to terms to my own decisions regarding my own situation in the courts. Exactly what I did not want in my very first appearance two and half years ago, more people, more complications, more problems. Fine, I will go straighten that out for you while I begin thinking of Stephen PRICE, the last lawyer. Was there something he did not do? Why is this an issue? I head over the Legal Aide Office. It is closed with a pink piece of paper noting such. Just like the very first times I drove there, life falling apart, no money and no time to waste - only to find a closed office. Typical government I thought back then. No matter how they are funded, that's what I thought... typical government. I take this personally of course. I am tired and I briefly think it is someone playing games.
Temporarily Closed for the Day. Please Call the Provincial Call Center at 604-408-2172
The reality is that this likely is not revolving around me. It just keeps negatively keep affecting me that is all. Tired and uncertain of how to deal with phoning Legal Aide I approach the Criminal Duty Office. I am very polite. The Duty Council is very polite. Except, she keeps answering my question with more questions. This quickly begins wearing on my patience and limited energy. More and more questions, requiring more and more answers. This was not an issue before this date. Why is it an issue now? Why am I dealing with this today when I am in a courtroom? Naturally the more we talk the more I reluctantly share. I soon share my opinion that I believe everything is corrupt. Her included. Guilty by her association. Guilty by her employment. The Criminal Duty Counsel has now taken my simple question regarding the whereabouts of Legal Aide and began heading down a path to involve yet another Criminal Duty Counsel initiating another chain reaction of convolution that I do not want. All I had asked to know is if she knew where Legal Aide was today. That was all. Upon telling this Criminal Duty Counsel that I wanted her to "stop helping me" she decided to retort with a rude comment about how it is "no wonder why no one wants to help me". To which this earned her an appropriate "after everything I have been through, go fuck yourself".
So great, now I have more fallout with people and I have no phone. Being forced into this situation for as long as I have, I no longer have a phone. More complications. More problems. More things that I do not want. How do I phone Legal Aide? I make my way over to the pay phone. I have less than $20 to my name. Now I get to spend more money that I do not have on more bullshit. Fifty cents per call. It turns out that I am calling a machine. I am to push buttons at the prompts. Something goes wrong after listening to the whole recording. It ends the call while trying to figure out which button to push. I took to long. Another fifty cents and while I go through all the options and I am left thinking to myself... this is exactly what I do not want. I do not want this consuming my energy and time. Finally I make my way to speaking with someone on the other end. She was nice. Like all people she keeps assuming that I need a lawyer. I despise this. I do not want a lawyer just because people expect me to have a lawyer. I do not want even want to talk about a lawyer. I do not want to make decisions just so other people can fill out their forms. All these people do is force me into decisions for their paperwork needs. Decisions that affect my legal defense. Decisions that are not getting based on my situation, my needs and my wants. They get based on my responses to other peoples needs. There is nothing about this system that keeps everything trimmed down to pure fact. Nothing. Just convolution and human error. That's all it is.
Back to the courtroom where we then adjourn for a short break. I go for a walk. I bump into a experienced lawyer that I have taken a liking to. Guess what he tells me? It's corrupt. They screw people over all the time. It is just normal par for course everyday stuff. Welcome to his world. This must be at least the tenth lawyer confirming these facts, opinions, experiences, whatever you want to call them. I like the guy. I do not think I would want him to represent me. If he did I would likely not like him. Regardless, here is yet another guy earning his living on a system that he knows is corrupt. How do I respect that? I used to walk away from corrupt employers. I used to walk away if I noted a company abuse people. So now how do I respect this system and the people within it? I cannot. I think it is that simple. Everyone that works with this system is a criminal by association. Two words: "Gas Chambers". You are all guilty.
Walking back into the court house I see a familiar face nod at me as if to say hi. I recognize him but I am slow to place him. He is from the homeless shelter. A meth addict. He has restraining order against him. He has breached his court order twice and missed three court dates. He told me they threw his Charges out. He just has to get the restraining order lifted. He was telling me that he should be in jail. They let him go. His story makes my mind wonder all sorts of things. I realize that I do not want to hear it. I wish him luck and walk away. It is time to be back in court.
After a quick Break
Right away here is a Criminal Duty Counsel questioning me in the court room. She wants to know what happened to Stephen PRICE. She wants to know what I am doing with each of my cases. She wants to know if I am motioning each one to a trial. Immediately I begin to think what a crock of shit. Everyone wants to know your every move before the system moves on you. You cannot even have peace. How is this wise? I do not trust these people. I do not trust any of them. Secondly, why I am answering to her? This is between the Prosecutor, myself and the Judge. More convolution. More questions. More personal taxation. More bullshit. I am still deciding for myself. I am not going to make any final decision until I am in the moment before the judge and I hear what I hear. This is not welcome from my perspective. It is just another leak. Another potential source of corruption. I briefly let her know that I was wanting to talk to Duty Counsel. I had a certain one in mind. I suddenly had a brief question. In return, I was told that I was speaking to Duty Counsel right now and that I was rude to the staff. Right. None of you have been rude to me? None of you have hurt my performance and response in the courtroom? I am not interested. Go lecture someone else. My response was appropriate. If anything, Criminal Duty Counsel this morning only limited my options regarding future lawyers, legal aide and had just taxed my mental capacity again - right before seeing a judge.
As usual I am called to the bench last. I have learned to expect this and I find it odd if I am not last. It is odd to find myself before a judge in a courtroom that is not empty. To my disappointment the older lady who I began to believe was there to witness my court appearances was still no where to be found. I wanted to pay better attention to her. Tired, slightly bounced around, I started having further doubts towards my upcoming responses to the court. Watching the other cases, watching the continued line of adjournments, thinking to myself what a waste of valuable court time, what an inefficient waste period, watching the procedures take place in front of me, it started to come back. Going last was good for me. I figured I would just have to go through with my basic initial plan. I wished I was in a better position. Clearer minded. I wished I had the ability to research and let things sink in over the last week. My next concern drifted to how well or how poorly I would speak. I had that slight hang-over from being over caffeinated and under slept. I would be doing much better without this fraud that is the courts. I am sorry, but you really are frauds masquerading as justice. My mind cycles back over the last three years to different points, different events, different interactions and I cannot help but think this is a joke. It is just a fraud. I have no faith in this system. What's worse, I am too beaten down to fight it appropriately.
In front of the Judge
Once more I found myself repeating again that I am representing myself. It is like a broken record over and over. I am asked if I have received the Particulars. No I have not - I stated. I had problems at first getting the latest Charges from the Crown Office. Once again they expected a lawyer initially giving me a problem. The first person who is entitled to these particulars is myself. The Crown is charging me. Not a lawyer, but me. There should be no question. Regrettably I cannot organize my files and my office the way I like because my cousin withheld (stole) half of my office. I spent the last week unpacking my home and reviewing damaged property trying to set up computers while missing half of the components and no one actually cares. Anyways, when I first had these files they did not look complete. I still need to go through them. One is a copy in black and white, not an original, the other is not even addressed to the Accused. It is blank in the appropriate line. They didn't look complete to me. There's more I found on my initial glance, but I will leave it for now. Then there is the 3C file. I was not given that file. Stephen PRICE promptly mailed my Particulars on my written request but there was no 3C file included. He has since not responded. For all I know he was too sloppy or maybe he withheld them for his new friend Peter Ng or maybe Peter Ng withheld them from PRICE who was operating on the principle of bullshit? Maybe the whole system operates on bullshit? Maybe the whole system is bullshit?
Bullshit. One of the exact reasons that I did not want anyone involved since the very start. I wanted to ensure that I had copies of every piece of paper. I wanted to ensure that I witnessed everything that transpired. This system nearly made this impossible. Now everything is a complete mess. Rather than assisting my health, this system has made much of it worse. Anyways, I have to review these Particulars and I have to check elsewhere. I might have received them via email but I doubt it. I do not recall ever seeing 3C. Maybe this is all intentional in order to facilitate throwing everything out down the road. I tend to think this system would not survive in the private world. It's too sloppy, too careless, too irresponsible, too fraudulent. No one appears accountable for misdeeds except for the unfortunate Accused. Guilty by mere Accusation. These are not fair trials, these are just stacked decks and shorted hands.
Next in court, there was some confusion over the status of 3C. Whether it has been cancelled or what have you. At this point I noted the PETITION in the Crown Prosecutors folder. Maybe he made a point of displaying it, but I might have be being generous towards him here in stating such. I had him verbally confirm his copy of the Petition letter itself. Looking back I probably missed the opportunity this presented. An earlier though was having this read right before the judge so that there was no misunderstanding of what the Crown Prosecution was doing. No denial. At many times I would have demanded that this be thrown out. Thrown out right here and right now. I should have at least pressed this issue. I brought copies of the Petition including the signed Petition itself on the presumption that I would do something to this effect. Afterwards I realized I probably should have attempted to motion them all to a dismissal. I should have at least attempted to put this on the Judge and the Prosecutor. Even if these two were merely administrative in their tasks today. Perhaps I should I have asked for more time on behalf of the Crown Office in their need to access the true public interest in these matters.
What I did to when I was asked was to motion the charges to a trial as long as the Crown was convinced that these charges were in the Public Interest. This did not seem to register with today's Prosecutor. A part of me is wondering if he is not Peter Ng's fall guy. This is same guy who had to apologize to a judge for his offices mistakes on a different appearance regarding my affairs. I stated that I did not believe that this was in the Public Interest. I do not believe this is in the public interest at all. Again, I should have pressed this. In fact, not only is not in the public interest, it is a total waste of court time, a waste of public funds and it is anything but justice. I believe that this is the least important of all things to all things related to affairs. I pointed out that I believed there were Charter of Rights violations and I listed them numerically. When asked for case I was applying these violations, I stated the whole stem of 98702. Every case, violations were listed as follows:
2a, 2b, 2c, 2d, 6b, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11a, 11b, 11c, 11d, 11e, 11g, 11h, 12, 15, 24, 26, 28
So at the end of this I ended up with two more trial dates for which they originally wanted 1.5 hours of court time each. With the Charter violations, the prosecutor is now asking for 3 hours each. This is just stupid. The whole premise of these Charges is ridiculous. I cannot even type out my thoughts as it gets me so sick inside. As usual, I am too tired and ill from the day's events to type everything. I get burned out going to court, then the bail/probation office, then cycling it all through my mind before I even get a chance to write.
The JCM Office
They were nice. Nothing bad to say at all. This was my best experience in there today. Aside from the injustice of the whole situation, the JCM Office was almost enjoyable. I found the available dates offered and the whole affair regarding such to be in sharp contrast to the experience I had in July. Almost proving my thoughts that everything was fixed and everything was corrupt. Nobody has the integrity to admit to wrong doing on behalf of the government. No one.
Bail / Probation Office
Later, if I have time I will write about getting kicked out of the Bail / Probation Office. I was kicked out.
[ What I really mean is the health. If I have the health. These cases all should have been Dismissed. ]