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(In)Action Speaks Louder than Words. I should look constructively towards your return correspondence, even if you are possibly stonewalling me. I am not sure you are getting off this easy. Please read more.
Like many days, yesterday I was wishing that I had had a devoted secretary. Of course, I have also thought an editor, a manager, finances and all-kinds of assisting staff dedicating their energy in protecting and promoting my interests would be an asset as well. Programmers, Graphic Artists, Database Experts, Network Administrators, etc. The resources that your new position combined with the resources of your previous position would be more than adequate to fulfill. I would like to take the high-road and offer you your own win as I often fail to do just that. I have to let to people have a win. Beforehand, before I do so, I must ask the following questions:
- Where are the Men in Canada?
- Where is the Spirit?
- Where is the Free Will?
- Where is the Stand on Guard for Thee?
- Where is God(Truth) in everyone's hearts and minds?
- Where is the devotion to the betterment of Mankind?
- Where is devotion to the betterment of Life itself?
- Where is our momentum of ascent on the stairway to Heaven?
Not only should I mention the benefit that assistants would bring my person, if I had my health and all of my better thoughts, if I could collect all of my peak convictions and determinations I could probably write something quite appropriate here. Especially if I could filter out all of the junk that I never desired to collect from others along the way. Of course, I am kidding myself as from the first day I never wanted any help, nor any interaction at all with other people who could only possibly hamper my existence with the ignorance of their own unawareness. I simply wanted to disappear into a vacuum alone in independence with the truth while I dedicated my entire being to uprooting the corruption without any opposing entities having any clue of my thought patterns and personal resolve.
When this began I was determined to go right over everyone's head and directly to God over it all. Right over top of all of the short-sighted, self-serving, corrupted godless lost souls who (un)intentionally have done a good job at preventing me from doing just that while continually impairing my overall health at the same time. Along the way, I decided that I should make some room and drop it down a notch. Just one notch. One notch down from God. I decided that I should acknowledge Her Majesty the Queen . Our Monarch. Our Representative to God. So you see Honourable Minister of Justice, seeing that she is the embodiment of Canada in the living flesh, I am looking up and over your very position while you may be inadvertently directing me down in your cordial and much appreciated reply.
I will have to refer to my communications that your correspondents are replying to. Until I do that I may update what I write here. This is Canada. A Nation founded on principles that recognize the supremacy of God. The Canadian Nation is founded upon principles that acknowledge the supremacy of God, the dignity and worth of the human person and the position of the family in a society of free men and free institutions. Prime Minister Justin Trudeau and your Liberal Party may call it 'the worlds first post-national state' as your government begins removing and replacing national icons while importing and rewarding non-Canadians, in return I may simply refer to it as the The Dominion that was Canada.
That is if the continued efforts result in the collapse of the State. A fair trade perhaps. Still in the Dominion of God's Realm, from sea to shining sea. In my view, God is simply the Truth. The Truth being the only god worth worshiping. Common to all Mankind. Common to all Life. From the Alpha to the Omega. From the Beginning until the End. More complete and more integral than any "Artificial Intelligence" computer and program. Far ahead of what must be your interests in the sciences which are continually in the pursuit of God; in the pursuit of Knowledge; in the pursuit of Truth. Mankind and his science. The endeavor to perpetually chase God's footprint. Where ever we go, he is already there.
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The Canadian Public Interest
"As will become evident, I view the unique role of the Attorney General as a fundamental pillar of the rule of law in Canada. In its simplest articulation, the rule of law ensures that no one, including the elected Government of the day, is above the law. As a guardian of the rule of law, the Attorney General is tasked with upholding the public interest." - your predecessor Jody Wilson-Raybould.
Source: https://www.justice.gc.ca/eng/csj-sjc/principles2-principes2.htmlI am fairly certain that it is not in the Canadian Public Interest to destroy an innocent Man's health (physical, mental, financial, legal, spiritual) before bringing him into a courtroom complete with a media-blockage. I am pretty sure that it is not in the Canadian Citizens Interest to use a personal bomb-search resulting in the interruption of his desperate bid to prepare for his only opportunity to cross-examination witnesses during a very short lunch break. All of this, only to hear an obviously deeply unsettled Provincial Court Judge claim that he has to rule in favour that this very same innocent Man is causing a 'Fear of Injury' to the very people abusing him in order for this same Judge to make a claim that he is protecting this innocent Free Man from the people who claim to Fear him. Thus protecting an innocent Free Man by giving his aggressors everything they want; his very Life.
At the very beginning, it took an experienced Criminal Duty Counsel a whole five-minutes to point out the evidence in files before she stated that this same innocent Free Man was RAILROADED. When he protests the obvious injustice in Court with five polite words spoken into the microphone, not only is he threatened with jail, this same innocent Free Man nearly becomes another victim to the godless profession of government sanctioned psychiatry. A pseudo-science of which would likely result in him being subdued into a death delivering acceptance with poison pills while government approved self-serving doctors work to (un)intentionally permanently corrupt his truth. As luck would have it he still had some Legal Rights. He was only subjected to the uselessness of 'Corrections' while repeating over and over again into the microphone that the British Columbia Provincial Criminal Courts were victimizing a victim. He soon found himself sent to the Probation Office which ignored all common-sense towards correcting the errors of the State leading to even a further crippling of his ability to survive and thrive while exponentially increasing the burdens placed upon his ambition to serve the Truth in uprooting the prevalent Corruption.
All of this presumably so that the comfort of government employees can be maintained along with fraudulent statistics to serve a system which realistically only serves itself in a closed loop of self-perpetuation. All conducted in the name of Her Majesty the Queen. This resulting in the culling her own innocent Subjects. Personally I like to believe that she would have something to say about my situation throughout the last three years if she was present and knowledgeable first hand throughout all of the affairs. I cannot image the same course of events would have ever have happened in her presence. I choose to see her as someone who does not desire to see innocent, honest, genuine Men who have listened to their Father's words in maintaining what is Right in Life murdered in her name unjustly. As my Queen maybe subject to no Earthly power, she is still subject to God. The last time I was in a Courtroom I had asked the Crown Prosecutor (who confirmed he had my Petition) if he had thought it was worth driving my person into suicide over Charges that Canadian Citizens have already attested should be dropped. Obviously the Crown believes it is worth driving my person into suicide as the Charges are still ongoing.
Quite honestly there is nothing like being driven into suicide by your family, going through an excruciatingly painful recovery, only to then have your family inflict further intentional stresses which cause you to nearly drop dead on the three weeks surrounding your 40th birthday, only to then ask the government for help with the situation just to find that those in the government simply wish to wash their hands of the matter and nearly kill you themselves. That being the desire of people to simply serve themselves in their own agendas and their own liabilities over the best interests of an actual situation. People serving themselves while chuckling at the mess as they throw you out into the street never to recover not far removed from death.
An innocent man asking for help thrown directly into inevitable destruction and suicide, penniless never to recover by the hands of the government. I have had friends who have stated that this is Criminal. Some people say that is Murder. Having the government finish a man off when all he did was ask for help to save his life. Then after he manages to survive much personal destruction, the governing agencies do it all over again. This time with Military Equipment, Flash Grenades and Armed Personnel who lock down all of his neighbours while searching for his person by forcing themselves into his home while uttering threat-filled warnings. Locking down lifelong neighbours who choose not to be involved against their better knowledge. Funny how people do that. The Emergency Response Team actually killed the previous guy. Just killed him. Dead. Problem solved. Next.
There is really too much to write about. Too much to imagine. Going through all of that and more, only to be force-fed even more (un)intentional corruption. Even to the point of having a Government Employee state words to the effect that "They know they kill people, but no one knows how to stop it". I am not sure most people could understand the insanity of putting a free man near death through all of this and much more while he continually reaches for his resolve over and over again in an attempt to do the right thing as his Father had told him. Trying to do the Right thing, not just for himself, but for all of Mankind. That Right thing being to safe-guard his ambitions and the intentions of providing the very answers as to how people in the government can stop themselves from killing people unjustly in Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II's name. Trying to do this very good deed while those very same people secure their existence on this Earth by throwing more and more rocks in his path. Throwing rocks at him, driving him Right into near suicide. Ever wonder why God is the Truth and it is the Father, the Son, the Spirit? I do not even wonder anymore.
A Society of Free Men. Stand on Guard for Thee. All the whore-worshipers in this land can consider me Her Majesty the Queen's Illegitimate Sovereign Son . (H)er (I)llegitamate (S)overeign Son. HIS Son.
HIS Son, A Father's Son
BERLADYN _ Frank Gerald passed away March 22nd, 2005, at the age of 59. Born in Swan River, Manitoba on August 26th, 1945, the youngest of eleven children to James and Lena Berladyn. Predeceased by his siblings Orest, Steve, and Nellie. Frank is survived by his wife of 36 years, Marg; his children Jim, Mike, Dan, and Lisa (Colin); sisters Ann, Rosie; brothers John, Bill, Pete, Ike, Alex; and his good friend Helene. Frank will be remembered for his gentle heart and selfless manner. There will be a memorial service held on Saturday, March 26th, 2:00pm at Burquitlam Funeral Home located at 625 North Rd, Coquitlam, with reception to follow. All family and friends welcome, as are flowers and/or donations to the SPCA. You did not go alone, a part of us went with you. We love you Dad.
I never wrote this obituary and I do not fully agree with it. In fact, I never even had a word in it. It has been 14 years and I instantly come to tears at the thought of my Father. The only Man I told I had loved and meant it. The only Man who ever did the same in return. I never went with my Father. I carry my Father within me. Where ever I go he is there. So am I. I am therefore I am. My Father's Son.
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It doesn't really end here. I am also Grandmother's favourite. She confided such with me. When this began I was less than two years old with my tongue hanging out as I concentrated as hard as I could attempting to hit nails with a hammer endeavoring to become a carpenter in her backyard. My grandmother who would rock me in her chair. My grandmother who would feed me special grandmother cookies that only a grandmother could give. My grandmother who would walk along side me hand in hand as I learned how to step over the cracks in the sidewalk. My grandmother who taught me to say "bread and butter" if we allowed an obstacle to pass between us. My grandmother who taught how me to tie my shoes. My grandmother who would take me on the bus to Woodward's where we would pass by Victory Square on Hastings Street, downtown Vancouver. My grandmother who gave me the best advice regarding girls/women. My grandmother who would talk about her own mother being upset that she could not get tickets with the money she had saved in time to board the RMS Titanic. My great-grandmother, another mother who I was blessed to meet before she passed. Grandmothers. A special kind of mother. This grandmother I speak of here, she clutched my hand staring up at the blue sky stating "Let's just go. Let's just go now Danny" while looking out hospital windows after my father had just passed away less that three weeks earlier. All of this and more, while my oldest brother was in high gear severing the relationship between my own mother and I. My mother who had told me in this period that the tiny apartment on a noisy street with a view overlooking my Father's Funeral Home was good enough for me.
I was also my pre-school teachers favourite. I liked to play alone and secretly I was in love with all the pretty girls near my age. Family trips, weddings, etc. same thing, I liked the pretty girls. I am not really sure why I became stuck on the one twin while avoiding the passes of the other. Nor why I left one of my first girlfriends houses and chose never to return after not taking up her request to play doctor. Aside from this, after being rather emasculated since my last arrest, I have the improving love and the care of a womb-man who has always wanted to be a queen. My own Mother. My own mother who is learning to serve the Lord. Learning to submit to the Truth. It is a lot easier, it is a simpler, it works much better between us when there is not a concerted effort to throw a wedge in that 43+ plus year relationship for the ambitions of others. Considering that she was led into nearly killing me several times over, that part is slowly coming along Ok. Knock on wood. I haven't walked away all emotionally cut into pieces in at least a couple of weeks. At least not that I currently remember.
I literally remember my life since birth. I have an understanding of God since earlier than one bright late Summers morning on an independent walk to school in Grade One. The Sun shone brightly that day. I have personal revelations that are beyond what I write. Some of the accuracy in rolling time back 37+ years is rather astounding if I was ever afforded the luxury of personal mending and remembering what used to be very vivid memories before being over-stressed and repeatedly jarred for extended periods of time. I am currently sitting within twenty feet of where I was conceived as I write this. Within twenty feet of the Creation of my own personal Being; of my own Existence. I have a covenant with God and to be quite honest I am not sure if I have held up my end of the deal. However, I may have calculated for that. Perhaps all that is required is continued Faith on some level and everything will come to be. I must declare to you that I am in my own Church; in my own place of Worship; in my own Home of Creation. The place my Creator(s) made me to be. The place of my Existence. Thirty years ago in Washington State trees could not be cut if a certain type of owl simply nested in the Forest. Well, here I am: hoo-hoo.
One (semi)murdered Son for the personal agendas of people serving themselves and covering their own liabilities. This in a Society of Free Men. This in a country founded in principles that recognise the supremacy of God. The supremacy of Truth. One where men are to be free to voluntary serve the best interests of Her Majesty the Queen . To voluntarily serve in their own free will and accord, in their own manner, by their own abilities, by their own desire for a love of the Truth. As good Queen does, she in turn is to serve the Lord. It is her redemption. To serve Life. To give Life. I may need to work on this here paragraph, but in thinking of the SWAT Team sent after me, maybe next I should get a cross and few nails for good measure? He is us, go get him! Make him pay for our S.I.N. Is that not about the summary of the situation I present? Kill the Men, reward the Whores and collect the profit. I tell you what. There is an expression that I could only hope that I am good enough to someday meet: "You cannot keep a Good Man down". Not when he has God on side and the Love of his Queen.
Thank you for the correspondence Minister of Justice
Thank you for the email addresses. I have communicated to at least one of them. No reply. Believe it or not, I had actually had the intent to write those very same people at at least one point or another in time. I just never had had all of the cards at once to do so. I could not obtain my base needs. Even now, at the 100th edit of this page 24 hours after writing began with a four day headache and fading concentration, it is not easy. In fact, nothing is as I feel have taken a lot of internal damage. There are so many points I have wanted to make here since I have started. For as much as I have said, I am not even sure that I have reached my main intents. You on the other hand should have much to attend to over the interest of the second largest country by land mass on Earth, all in the name of Her Majesty the Queen. All in the interests of principles that recognize the supremacy of God and the rule of (by) law. Which reminds me. Natural Law trumps all others. Action proves stronger than words. Languages, texts and codes may change, principles do not.
Dates and numbers are often interesting. At times some things feel personally tailored. Here for instance is January 12th. My eldest brother's birthday. One can go back through the legal files and see the happenings, much like gifts just for his birthday. A lot of coincidences with dates. Almost akin to dipping a knife in an inflammatory poison before deeply wounding another. Some extra good measure. Some extra gas. Some extra fuel for the gas-lighting. More fuel for the fire of an entity seeking to gain crippling destructive power over another person.
Almost like a Federal Government, along with entities all across the world, endorsing a Social Media Platform run by a Corporation(Facebook) which is free to cripple a Canadian Citizen's Fundamental Freedoms at will if it chooses to believe to do so. If it chooses to do so under the guise of Community Standards that it imposes upon Canadians within Canada. This crippling of Rights and Freedoms in Canada under the Guarantee of Rights and Freedoms within the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms is unreasonable and demonstrably unjustified in a free and democratic society. Demonstrable right here and now less than 12 hours before receiving an email from your correspondence unit as the new Minister of Justice and Attorney General for Canada, all while you still hold your former position as the Parliamentary Secretary to the Minister of Innovation, Science and Economic Development. Dates are always so interesting.
My established and adopted practice of communicating to HER MAJESTY THE QUEEN, THE ROYAL FAMILY and any subsequent ROYAL CHARITIES all disabled over excuses which go against the principles Canada was founded upon. Completely blacking out a known established communications practice of a naturally born Canadian Citizen. A private corporation knocking out my communications to my MONARCH at it's own free will, according to it's own belief, against founding national principles. Here I am less than 24 hours later replying to the Ministry of Justice and Attorney General for Canada.
Of course that is not even the full story. Not only am I knocked out from publicly communicating instantly to my Monarch, I am left cut off from association with established friends, support systems, spiritual aide, legal aide, press aide and even monetary aide through potential donations, loans and work leads. I am even cut off publicly through government endorsed Social Media from Members of Parliament and Members of the Legislative Assembly. All of this communications black out nicely timed to cover the next 30 days and my subsequent appearance in Provincial Court for Criminal Charges that should not even exist. Funny how I recall an Officer gloating that they will stay will stay one step ahead of me. Especially when I think of my thoughts to such. You only have so much time so I am going to keep moving along here.
Responsibilities of the Canadian Federation
Not only has the Federal Government endorsed a Social Media corporation(Facebook) that has taken upon itself to cripple Section Two(2) of my Guaranteed Rights and Freedoms in a nation founded upon the principles of the supremacy of God, CBC Vancouver, another corporation, another endorsed benefactor of your Federal Government, has done so as well. This is unjustifiably proven by the screenshots and web-pages contained on this very website. As a bird, I identify as an Owl here on this page, perhaps even as a Canadian Goose at the same time, God gave me a beak. God gifted birds with beaks so that they may chirp. Or in my case say hoo-hoo. Who-who in Canada has the Right to glue my beak shut violating my Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms with Canadian Tax-payer dollars? Who-who has the Right to glue the beak of a bird shut here on God's green Earth in the natural Dominion of Canada? Who-who are these corporations and the people profiting from them?
I am not a dangerous person, but after driving home last night from the Army Navy & Air Force Veterans Club, after deciding to contribute a small donation thanking them for the hospitality (internet access and coffee while homeless, destitute and near suicide this time last year), I found myself following a CBC Radio-Canada van. I am sure you are familiar with one of those random instances in life where you are just driving along minding your own business and suddenly a familiar sight comes into focus right in front of you. In this case the corporate icon of the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation. This led to thoughts.
I thought I would snap a picture. If I was lucky write about it. Which only led to more thoughts. If all of the above did not happen to me starting three years ago I would have a dash cam. Not like other dash cams but that's besides the point. I would have caught him on dashcam veering across four lanes of traffic at the last second to take an exit that is easily missed. I decided to follow him. Maybe I'd get a chance to talk to him. Maybe I would interview him recording the conversation. Out of no where I had began entertaining more thoughts. Thoughts like forcing him to stop. Thoughts like running the little communist-bastard off the road. In the end, I just took a picture. Honestly, I was wondering if he was even a Canadian. Maybe he was a terrorist booting around in CBC Radio-Canada vehicle on behalf of your Liberal government?
In any event I realised last night just how dangerous it is to take away a Man's Right to Speak. Look at what CBC Vancouver did. It had actually crossed my mind to run him off the road for the actions against my Right to Speak. This, after CBC Vancouver had hosted a live Facebook feed regarding the Freedom of Expression on their networks in Vancouver. Something my actions online likely prompted them to do in 2016. I swear just by entering the live-feed chatroom they all, including Peter Mansbridge, had a whisper in their ear: "he's here". Just the like the Courthouse when staff said they didn't know what was going on, but they were warned I was coming. Like surreal clockwork, all the doors slam down the hallway and I envisioned them angrily on their phone asking for instructions. Meanwhile here I was telling the judges assistant "I don't give a fuck" (about a forced lawyer/legal aide). I only cared about the Truth. Later I was pulled aside and told that I will not get justice in that building.
Anyways imagine that. A federally funded corporation taking it upon themselves to take away the Right of a bird to chirp opposing views and perspective regarding the propaganda that is put out on their news networks. All funded by government entities. As a bird, we are paying bird-food so that other birds can decide when and where to glue our beaks shut. This is not a very good deal if you ask me. Especially not in a Free and Democratic Society in the name of Her Majesty the Queen. In the good name of Queen Elizabeth II. However it does not stop there Minister of Justice for Canada.
Those who can, they do. Those who cannot, they teach.
I may not have been a Professor at McGill University, a locale where I note a long-term stream of continual web-visitors, a place of employment of another professor that I have written to in the past regarding the legal rights of Men. I might not have attended Oxford, Yale and McGill Universities. I might not even be employed in Her Majesty's government and thus bound by the rule of law into 'allegiance and loyal servitude so help me God'. I might even be as harmless as a beat up, down-trotten gas-lit and half-cooked Canadian Goose. I could even be as unintelligent as an Owl when it comes solving some of life's problems. I might even be just be too tired to keep writing everything I wish to. However, the one thing that I do know is that I do not need a piece of paper to tell me right from wrong on the inside. Pieces of paper. Paper awarded to paper-people for spending their lives looking at pieces of paper. Paper People.
It is said that God made things so simple that it confounds the minds of intelligent men. As a lowly Tradesman, as an mere Artisan, as someone on a bright Summers day many years ago searching for a higher-purpose in life... as someone who thankfully looked to his hands finding pride for the honest living they bring, I have a lot to say. I certainly do not need a piece of paper permitting me to do so. A higher-purpose. The ideals and the endeavors of the youth. On that bright Summers day, this bird taking great pride in freely working on maintaining the family nest was on day four or five of what would have been twelve(12) plus hour days standing on the top of a ladder... (forget it).
Defer to the Provincial Level
Defer to the Province of British Columbia. The Province who recently took it upon themselves to revoke my Fundamental Freedoms on the government sanctioned, government run Facebook page of 'the Government of British Columbia', held in the name of the government. No Charges. No Trial. Just simply revoked my Right to politically engage the government, offer feedback, offer knowledge, offer perspective and communicate in free association with my fellow British Columbians. Now why would the Province of British Columbia do that? I would not know, they did not provide a reason. I can only assume that this was due to my last post on the page. I had simply asked three questions:
- Are children protected?
- Are boys protected?
- Are black men protected?
That simple. Question the feminist government propaganda with some examples, freely share information, ask some simple questions - Get banned. Just like that.
Defer me to the Province that has so far ignored every single request to voluntarily serve Her Majesty the Queen and my fellow Man in helping to address the (un)intentional corruption that feeds this system:
February 5th, 2019
I only meant to write three or four paragraphs. I never finished writing what I wanted to say. It is February 5th, 2019. I have to publish this as is. Court. I ended up thinking I would write this as one blanket letter to all the entities involved. I do not get enough sleep. It's not from too much Facebook, too much Coffee, being inundated with mis-truths, it's not the Fentanyl and Meth that I was forced to breathe seeking reprieve from court orders, it's not psychiatric... it's physical and I do not want to type it. I just could not clear my mind enough to properly ascertain my direction with this letter while continually failing to get a good nights sleep attempting to do just that. Anyways, after leaving it for several days... I may as well just publish it as is.
You are hiring and claiming to want to fix the system. Yet you just pass over someone who was literally dying to do just that for FREE. Non-profit in the least. |
