Why is it every time I am going to steer onto these issues? That's right, because the Port Moody Police, the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, The British Columbia Sheriff's, Fraserhealth, the Provincial Courts of British Columbia and everyone else are absolutely useless when it comes to helping someone in actual need. The Crown Office is a Corrupt joke of an extortion racket for lawyers and virtue-signalling politics.
It is only fitting that I would once again get ABUSIVE texts of HARASSMENT today before some lying, cheating, criminal who has tried to take my life and kill me while manipulating an Senior Citizen that my life was forced to be entrusted to shows up at my RIGHTFUL HOME. A Senior Citizen that others who know her have recently stated is not strong enough to resist the coercive abusers.
I do not even know why I am still alive. Allowing Demons here is Playing with Fire.
I almost got to writing about walking away from another $1500, and the loss of another thirty year work relationship stemming from all of this just this week. Even further, I just went and spent money on the sprinklers. Every time I do that too, my sister shows up. A lying, cheating criminal fraud who screwed up her life and then simply decided to take mine with the assistance of Cain, my oldest brother.
The whole System is as Corrupt as Hell. If it was not a Corrupt stinking pile of Communist Garbage, I wouldn't be in this position. These problems would be resolved. These thieves would have to take personal account of their actions and the world would be moving onto a better place. Instead cheating dishonest people are rewarded and empowered, while an innocent honest person seeking assistance with the ONLY option of what is Right is tortured with injustice.
PMPD Cst. Zacharias, you should be Quartered.
PMPD Cst. Cleave, thanks for your completely upside down 'Recommendations'.
Crown Counsel Lori Ashton, you are a dirty little Criminal.
Your peers are losers too. Useless Bums.
Administrative Crown Counsel Peter Ng, something is not right about his conduct.
PMPD Cst. Ohashi, is completely RETARDED.
PMPD Sgt. Morrison, is a Pinko FAGGOT.
PMPD Cst. Hunter, is a MORON.
PMPD Sgt. Dipaola, is an absolute DOLT.
PMPD Sgt. Birch, what an IDIOT.
PMPD Sgt. Carroll, is all image. All show (A Pat Byrne Pretty Boy).
PMPD Chief Fleugel, Pink Shirt Communist. He is lacking Public Integrity.
You have all guaranteed that this does not resolve and that I suffer until finally lose my biological life. You have all rewarded people with ill unjust intent. You have partaken in abusing an abused person. This is Entire System is disgustingly sick. I already know that I am DEAD from your FAILURE to do what is RIGHT. This is System is so pathetic that it will not even take an honest look at itself in the mirror.
Meanwhile, I believe that this system could be FIXED. However, I am too hampered in the ever perpetuating cycle that such intentional damages bring. My oldest brother Jim Berladyn used to laugh right in my face: "You never recover - ha ha ha". If you stay here and try to save your parents, yourself, your home... you end up in a position where you never recover and "no one will help you". That was funny to him.
Not only that, but he actually did everything he could to make it happen. It is his psychological need. He has to see me fail (and end up DEAD) to make himself feel better. If I succeed, then he has to live with himself and his decisions to be all about money and himself in life. He left mom and dad for dead. They were going to end up with nothing in his eyes, and it would be all over for them but the "crying".
That was until he realised that I was going to give my life trying. In that case, he needed what he always needed. To ensure that he gets his 25% plus (inheritance). The one thing the last lawyer got right, was that the average person just cannot comprehend my life. It is just beyond their ability to imagine. You cannot imagine the suffering that I have been through for decades. No one else could have kept everything intact this long. They are simply too selfish.
My sister came here in need and decided she's: "going to the one to look after mom". What she really meant, was that she was going to knock out mom's supporting pillar who everyone has tried to hold down in an effort to unjustly enrich themselves while trying to take control of what is not hers, so that she can manipulate the situation to fulfill her own purposes. She's going to be the one. She's going to "CONTROL" another's INVESTMENT.
She refused to Acknowledge me, laughing in my face and look what has happened. Now she spits in my face blaming me for all of the problems she and my oldest brother Jim Berladyn have caused. Then, all the losers who I have gone to for assistance. Absolute Frauds. Criminals. White collar criminals with pink shirts. I have gone through nothing but Corruption. Everyone refuses to Acknowledge the Son. What a sick World.
In early 2014 she phones me: "Don't kill yourself. You will hurt me you know. I was close to you". I was speechless. It's all about her. She was the one that did it was all I could think. The final nail in the coffin that I barely escaped. She has lost her own home from embezzlement, her husband now is dead, the children are fatherless. She has done nothing but impair and destroy this house that she chose to abandon smiling when she was starting out in life.
She wanted her own house. As my mother's friend said, she would never contribute like I have. She is a Taker. That is one thing that Dr. Owen James got right. They are all Takers. Who did the Police, the Doctors, and the Courts side with? Takers. You are who your friends are. Birds of a Feather Flock Together. Thieves. Frauds. Criminals. All of them. Takers who live at the expense of everyone else.
They EMPOWERED CRIMINAL INTENT and MURDERED the INNOCENT & RIGHTEOUS.
So why do I not go upstairs and do what I have always done in this house, what I have always done in my home, what I have always done in my declared Church, in my Mono-story... as was stated to every Provincial Court Judge in British Columbia via written letter personally delivered by myself to the JCM Office?
Do you think it could be because my self-serving sister, the self-serving Port Moody Police and the self-serving lying cheating criminal fraud at the Crown Office named Lori Ashton, all worked my easily manipulable elderly mother into locking this door while creating ever more COMMUNIST FRAUD through completely bogus Court Orders?
Where are the Files? Where are people who uphold the LAW?
Where is the Evidence that they Collected and so conveniently withheld? That's another great question. If I wasn't so impaled, impoverished and impeded in my requests for simple common sense assistance, I would have written the judges by now. I would also likely been on the ball in regards to assistance with all of this from Victoria today.
The Office of the Privacy Commissioner. They wrote today, another interesting co-incidence. I wonder how many key dates I have slipped behind in my determination of what needs to be done? Surely holding me down and stalling me out buys everyone time to play "Unaccountable".
Where are the really Big Hero's in my attempted requests to keep somebody who has committed proven perjury, embezzlement, fraud, extortion and has repetitively tried to kill me through the Abuse and Coercion of an Elderly Citizen who is scared of her person from coming around my home?
That's Right. There are not any really Big Hero's. Even though this person, and others, make me feel so sick that I might drop dead while she completely derails my recovery, my work life, my home, my relationship with my own mother, etc. - I get no assistance. I get no pink virtue-signallers coming to the rescue.
If I ask to speak to a MAN (who will do the Right thing), people in uniform get insulted.
It is almost too much to write. It has been over two months I am sure. I have gone to the RCMP, I have gone to the Sheriff's, I have even written the Head of Psychiatry, Royal Columbian Hospital. All I get is more ridiculousness that just makes further ill, all this while I need to be continuing to recover my physical health, my work health, my mental health and on and on...
It is just ridiculous, but they can take photo's and celebrate their bravery in helping mother's kill innocent sons. They have all the time and money for that it seems.
KILL the MAN, Reward the WHORE, Collect the PROFIT.
"Think of your brother Dan!"
That's right. I should think of my now deceased brother and consider myself lucky to be alive as someone local was writing to this website. I haven't really had time or the ability to deal with his recent death, but one thing that makes it so much easier is the fact that he used to rub his hands together laughing. He was going to 'get' at my expense. "I don't give a fuck about mom and dad" he had said as he had left here to buy his own house.
Mom cries for him, and doesn't seem to care about my death, nor the sickness I am riddled with before such.
You know why thee East fence is a mess? Thank brother Mike. I had set it in my sights. Initiated the work, and wouldn't you know it I was called into a job. I didn't take projects lightly around here. The aim was high, and the goal was long. I come back and my very ill father began picking up where I left off. I was crushed. Brother Mike, even though he knew he was leaving in less than a month demanded a fence for his dog as he paid 'rent' and he was entitled to such. Then he laughed in my face for messing everything up.
He only cared "about a shirt on his back, and a roof over his head". This was in response to him telling me about the house he bought and that he was moving out. "What about mom and dad?" I had asked him. I was always after him that he should be helping back then. He resented me for that. He didn't want to be USED by his parents. Same with all the Uncles that only wanted the best for him. Don't go see them, they'll just use you. He followed the lead of the oldest: Jim Berladyn.
Just like Jim, Mike laughed in my face whenever I helped around here. Especially when he learned that I was going to devote my life to trying to save this house, my parents, and myself. All in one. This house. He laughed. He was going to 'get'. That never changed, even though at times he acknowledged that this is my place. I even noted him looking at our oldest brother Jim one day and realising that Jim was wrong. Jim was sick. Disgusting behaviour.
Jim was enjoying stirring the pot and causing my person deep psychological problems. He was Mentally Abusing me and my the relationship with my mother. He was actually abusing her to. He was leading her into abusing her own who she depended upon and promised. He was psychotic. A Narcissist. There was some other label I recently pegged Jim Berladyn with. Very fitting. I just forget the word at the moment. The greed. The selfishness. Just sick and disgusting behaviour.
I have wanted to write things, but sometimes I simply want to do too much and be too accurate. It hinders me. This is not the way I have wanted to write my own history. Regardless, these people are destroying themselves and their own family members while the system happily assists them. It is all a fraud. The whole system. The police, the medical system, the courts. I think many of them have known it since day one. They have known exactly what they were doing hence: "I have been MURDERED by the STATE".
Mike was the easy one for me. His dog ate my shoes while he lived here. I was heading out for a hard to come by date. All showered, cleaned up and ready to catch a ferry. Where are my shoes? My brother hid them and then denied my questioning. Then he came storming back into the house and revealed them to me. I didn't say anything wrong, even my tone was level. He didn't like the personal accountability he was under so he attacked me in his greasy coveralls. His claim was that it was 'my fault' that his dog ate my shoes.
At this point my life, I was probably the strongest of us three boys. Furthermore, I was mentored just recently. If you are being bullied hit back at least once. Make it count and the bully will never hit you again. But don't mention that to the Pinko-Communist Police, they just get their panties in knot hearing that stuff. They are the ONLY ones who may use force. "Trust them". I don't think so. Not anymore. I have learned that I cannot even trust the police.
So what did I do with my brother? I couldn't hit him. Not in the way he had surprise attacked me. He was over me and my arms were incapacitated by the position. He physically assaulted me. He was impairing my free movement. Ok, I thought. Get ready to ride the bull because you are going to hurt for this. I am getting my one shot in. He was so scared that he was calling for mommy. Not his fault of course. Mom only cared about damage to the house.
Family meeting after that. Dad, Mom, myself and my brother Mike. For the first time in my life, I verbally handled myself very well. He was cornered. He thought if he just picked his lip and stalled everyone would just let him go after X amount of silence. To my surprise, my "cross examination" was upheld. Answer the questions kid. I think that was even mom, not dad. Dad was just the heavy weight in the background. The great balance'r.
Ever since that day I would see him pick up the old patterns established by my oldest brother. Torment and torture the youngest. Take from him. He's too small. Hate him because the only thing he can do is cry and that's annoying. Anyways after that day I would always see my brother Mike's light-bulb come on. He'd get the idea to abuse me, and then an internal reminder came (The last time I tried that, Dan really kicked my ass. I better not). RESOLUTION.
Of course, he always followed Jim (the oldest) if he felt safe to do so. Mike was a follower. His outlook on life was to take the easy path. He who does the least and gets the most, 'Wins'. I did not have it easy. Neither did dad. He was too impoverished and riddled with problems like I am now. I guess mom was right. "I am going to be just like dad" she would say. Little did she realise that she was making that happen with those statements. Everyone was.
My oldest brother, I remember I tried to hit him one day when I was young. I was five years younger. My arms couldn't even reach him. He just held my head and laughed: "Hahaha". It was really funny to him. I blame myself. I should have punched him out a very long time ago. So many people have told me to hit him. The problem is I cannot. Even my cousin Mark Berladyn said to hit him. Scare him. Kick his ass. That was December 2015.
I couldn't. I just couldn't do it if I tried. He claimed to FEAR me. What he really FEARED was being found out.