Prince Charles lays a wreath during the Remembrance Sunday ceremony at the Cenotaph on Whitehall in central London – November 12, 2017
November 12th, is my birthday. 2017 was rather different to say the least.
A person should give for the sake of giving, and not for other purposes. For that reason I do not feel quite right with the first opening Facebook screenshot here, but on the other hand it is advertisement towards her cause.
Prior to this post, are two other hidden posts that I was never able to finish writing. One was towards my mother, and her contributing role in marriage, prompted by the desire to so the same for her as I had done for my father. After opening up in dialogue with a nice Ukrainian girl (as my Uncle Peter always told me find), I felt the urge to come onto this blog and write words that never made it into a publishable post. Fate perhaps.
The other unpublished post was thoughts towards Her Majesty the Queen and Journal Keeping. I believe writing is important. For most of my life I have wanted to write. I have wanted keep a Journal. I knew it would be beneficial. I wanted to write out my life. My experiences. My thoughts. My ambitions. My successes. My failures. My inhibitors. My mistakes. My lessons. My pains. My thankfulness. My life.
The Court Particulars for the upcoming Hearing regarding such are dated September 7th - 10th. I came by the Crown Office twice. They were not ready and I was told to come back in a week. Coming back in a week, I was told again they were not ready and to come back again in another week. Fair enough in some ways, the Crown Office likely wanted some time to assess and perhaps question what to include and what not to include.
I could see the Port Moody Police were still scouring this website looking evidence to submit in their chosen course of action. I almost feel like evidence has been withheld, but this stage of the game right here is where the system fails. This system couldn't pursue the truth if someone was dying to give it. That is not only how I feel, it is what I see from prior experiences with such. That's not completely true, but it is.
If my possessions were not stolen prior as an outcome of reckless bureaucracy, I would have just simply been able to dump these court particulars into the office machine I had had and scanned them. Instead I had to burn fuel and maintenance, waste time, money and aggravation paying someone else to do it for me. I was thinking on the drive home, perhaps I didn't really mean to say PDF. Maybe an XML file.. ?
What it is the point of writing this post here, I have already forgotten. I know I chose to write it just now because I didn't sleep well enough to follow through with what I wanted to write. Which has often been the case for a considerable time. I am just in a daze. The clock is ticking, I have already been delayed by two weeks in receiving the particulars.
Again, I actually feel there are submissions missing, but at the moment all things remain the same. Mental Health so called "professionals" have had since 2003 to do what was right. The Port Moody Police since I first made requests have had since 2009 to get things right. Victim Services has had since 2015, but they do not help MALES.
The Crown Office, the Courts of British Columbia, the Probation Office, Corrections, they have had since 2016 to get this right. The Federal Government and everyone else in reality, probably about that time too. I am not blind, I do see things that were done rather efficiently, rather professionally and in manners people should be proud of but...
The core single tread of truth running through the last five years... I think I am too tired to complete this sentence, but quite honestly I think things can be done so much better. Perhaps this all works out somehow, and the system pulls through, but... at what expense? I believe that the system kills people. I believe that it does so unnecessarily.
[Daniel] “You know what? No. This is ridiculous. I.. I.. I am very tired. Your honour I am sorry. You’ve.. this system.. has literally nearly killed me and I cannot count how many times for doing nothing wrong. I am trying right now.. to.. it’s probably too late.. cause.. this has dragged on too long, but to be as integral as possible.. and lay no fault on any human being, cause we are all corrupt, we are all flawed… all of us… every single one of us.. and.. to be as pure… after going through this.. after going through all of this… and while I was going through it… I could see what is needed. Not just to help me or someone in my shoes, but to help the police, to help the doctors, to help you your honour as a judge. Nobody… nobody.. I’ve had people working for the government tell me that they know… that they know they kill people… and she.. said that.. as in they.. as in this system and the people working for it And then she said: but nobody knows how to stop it. And I swear to God that is what she said to me.. and next thing.. she denies it because she doesn’t want to lose her job. Just like everybody else.”
God is My Doctor and Truth is the Best Medicine.
I need a system that does not make me ill with mistruth, (un)intentional corruption, deceptive tactics, inefficiency, etc. I need a system that pursues truth, and allows me to correct for such on the fly. Everyone needs that. Everyone everywhere.