412 Victim Services
September 26th, 2015
I am directed to Victim Services by PMPD Cst. HUNTER
(Note: it is not written in his files).
October 18, 2015
I meet Bailey Keeler of the Port Moody Police Department who appeared so emotionally empathetic to my situation that I was personally alarmed in my sense that she may lose her self-control and wrap her arms me in a compassionate hug over everything that I had explained I had been through. She had left me with the instruct to email her as much as I had felt I had needed, about anything at all,... just feel free to email as much as I had felt that I had needed.
In a following email exchange immediately afterwards my intent was to politely thank her while she herself had forwarded things that were not even useful to my situation. This was not a tenancy issue. I was not a tenant. I was a family member who was appropriately trapped in a codependent relationship with my mother who I had aimed in my younger years to care for through securing the structure of this house. Which was something my siblings where extremely hostile and abusive towards.
I likely had a moment of concern that Victim Services were nothing more than a means to pilfer information in order to distort policing towards other exterior goals, but I was so over tasked with finances, work, trying pull everything together that I couldn't give much thought towards much. I understood that Victim Service information was secure to the extent that it gets passed straight to a judge for reading. At least that was until it was all deleted from Google and Microsoft electronic mail servers.
November 3rd to November 21st, 2015
My oldest brother enlists my middle brother's assistance in committing prove-able fraud by posting an Eviction Notice to a door that I paid for in a house that would not even be in my mother's name on October 31st, 2015 if not for my efforts. She is not even in the country at the date of signature. I know full well they have led and coerced her as an elderly citizen into destroying my life.
I had just finished re-negotiating work contracts that were higher than average in pay while promising to earn every single penny, while also re-signing bank loans to repair the damage already incurred this same year from the psychological and financial abuse of my siblings. In telling the Bank Loan Officer my story, he literally almost fell out his chair in disbelief.
This fraudulent Eviction Notice was timed perfectly to hit me with maximum effect for my 40th Birthday. My oldest brother was enjoying himself over this act on Facebook, literally bragging about it. Somehow he had felt that empowering himself to control someone else's life and their finances over risks that he was too small himself to engage in, made him the man.
Over the next three week my internal stresses ramped up so high that people I was working with thought I was going to drop dead right there on site. My oldest brother should be in jail for the abuse that he has put my person through. He was abusing someone who actually doing what was right and honest, in order to appease his own feelings of inferiority. I do not really want him in jail, but I am not the only person who knows him who has said such.
At this time I wrote Victim Services eleven emails within a fourteen day time-span. I was under so much stress that people were literally worried that I was gong to drop dead in front of them. I felt that I had no where secure to park information in case the worst did happen. I had actually felt that Victim Services was like securing my pertinent information in a secure storage vault at the police station and for that I was deeply mistaken.
After eleven emails in a fourteen day time-span, I was literally discouraged from continuing to write Victim Services. My emails were claimed to have been 'non-sensical' which was complete nonsense in itself. All while an 'Anti-Bullying Officer' literally told me that they didn't want to do their jobs after I clearly explained that I was being bullied into my death by my oldest brother. This now changed the course of my response.
I still emailed Victim Services in the coming days, but I no longer entrusted them with the same purpose. If I was wise, I would have set this site up and recorded / logged every single event right here on the internet. Never trust the police. Never trust the government. Never trust anyone to actually help you. They are too busy helping themselves. You are a gay communist sloth PMPD Sergeant Ian MORRISON. I hope I write everything out properly one day.
You CRIMINALS probably hope that I DIE before that happens as friend suggested that you are all likely hoping for.
If you did your job properly as MAN on this EARTH, all of this would have ended properly right here at this point in November of 2015. Instead you got your panties in knot because a teacher thought there was something wrong with me for not hitting another student back after he surprise sucker punched me. Look at your failure: you do not want me to defend myself, and yet you yourself who wants the monopoly on force didn't want to defend a person literally dropping dead. PINKO FAGGOT FAILURE.
Rather than do your job, you had your head up your ass catering to a bunch of "Mental Health" FRAUD and you offered me "Special Services". You are a piece of shit. The level of disgust here is actually through the roof. You couldn't be anymore gay, any more corrupt, than that pinko-fraud. Sending me off to Communist Mental Health Services that only amplified the problems, the fraud, and the injustice. Which is why I call you a bunch of pinko femi-nazi fascists cause that's exactly what you are.
March 2016
PMPD "Victim Services" Roselle QUINONES denies my person assistance stating: "There are no services for someone like you" with "Mental Health" Officer Jennifer OHASHI nodding in submissive agreement. Do you mean to say because I am male there are no services for my person, I had asked? "Yes,... because you are male,... " I was told. Which is rather interesting.
These two were hugging each other with glee afterwards in the back of the courtroom, giggling and laughing, while celebrating their success in destroying a life-long resident's life endeavor, family and home. Here I was as a male that was supposedly suffering from a 'bogus-illness' (in other words I was 'disadvantaged') and there was no help available for my person. It's all fraud, everything.
