Canadian Bill of Rights “The Parliament of Canada, affirming that 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;”
I am a Man. I identify as a Man. I am meant to be Free, like a Canadian Goose.
Law Enforcement, whomever, you do not try to pull me over. You do not attempt to infringe on my mobility. You do not do a single thing to impede my ‘Truth’, nor my ‘Mental Health’, nor my ‘General Overall Health’. You have already been clearly instructed and informed verbally in person. Do not touch me, do not approach me without contacting my person online, before engaging in free conversation in front of the World. Alternatively, email is acceptable as long I am left with the psychological peace to reply, look after affairs and freely contact the world beforehand. Do not impede me. Do not cause me any more harm.
So what do I do here with a System that is clearly broken, with a System that knowingly KILLS innocent people?
This is the last thing that I need to be doing. Everyone’s job for them. You people have had somebody here for three years, somebody who you have been earning your livings off of (by driving him into his death), this while he wants to fix this System for everybody. For all of you government-paid employees going around and driving everyone into bankruptcy. You worry about repainting the lines for parking at the police station for your own comfort instead of someone you, and your peers, murdered. This instead of fixing the System so it actually works with integrity, efficiency and accountability. You could have changed the whole world for the better if you just stood with INTEGRITY , accepted the offer and did the right thing, answering the call. Nope, much easier to play dumb and be a self-serving system-monkey.
Then there is the populace. Even the populace is pathetic. Quite honestly, the over-whelming bulk of problems in Society would disappear with what I could see was needed. All it would have taken, was the right meager support, the simplest things you could imagine, instead of helping me… honestly it is mind-boggling. It gives me the worst head-ache.
I have been very apologetic as I vent my words but everything I have said in the police car, in the holding cells, in the pre-trail center, in private to the Criminal Duty Counsel, the Courtroom, the “Probation” Office is all true. You are all Communist Pieces of Shit and you are too stupid to even know it. You really are. Now that I can speak a bit more freely… imagine the following…
The Audio Clip of the Arrest is clipped. The file I was given does not start at the beginning from when I was first told I was being recorded and I said “put it on the internet, I do not care”. It’s right there in the file name, 180914_844 versus the recording time of 2018-09-11 1:08 AM. These guys should release the new hire having to have the last word in banter down at the station. What a moron. When I first heard this clip, I thought to myself that I sounded weak. I didn’t like it. I thought this was probably one of my low points throughout this whole affair. At least a low point for how I had responded, but listening tonight… nah, it’s fine. It doesn’t bother me at all. The only thing that really bothers me is speaking too loosely and not taking advantage of the situation in full. Not speaking tighter facts.
I had already determined weeks earlier the chances of being arrested at home were very high, even inevitable. I was woken at 1:00 AM to the flashlights of police in my bedroom telling me I was under arrest. I had finally went to bed at decent time and I was sure this night I was going to get a good nights sleep so that in the morning I would finish writing a letter that I had wanted to write. This arrest blew that out of the water, but it was my fault. I should have finished the letter by this date. Where it really hurt was in the self-stabilization. I had leveled out and I was beginning to pay bills and beginning to pick up the pieces towards independence and the ability to actually support myself. This really knocked me back. Now none of the bills have been paid, those opportunities to move forward without further indebting myself are gone… and fall is setting in.
The policing, the healthcare (mental health) and the judicial system really is a joke. It’s pathetic. As far as I am concerned they are all criminals. It is nothing personal, the systems just do not work.
I am not going to bother rambling about my day, but I will say that there has been a very strong interest on my part over the last few days to walk out into St. Johns St., Port Moody and right into a moving car so that the PMPD has to deal with it. I actually have little other choice it appears. It will all just be covered up anyways, I doubt a Coroner will actually do much. I met one at the emergency shelter, it felt like he was a ‘plant’. Same with that Interpol Officer, he felt like a ‘plant’, but he wasn’t. Anyways, onto the story…
From: Dan Berladyn <firstname.lastname@example.org> Sent: June 26, 2018 1:05 AM To: ‘Ryan BUHRIG’ <XXXXXXX@portmoodypolice.com> Subject: RE: PO File 18-3579
Go READ. You all know it is there. Do NOT pretend it is not. Do NOT say you would rather NOT read like the “Officer” doing is “JOB” last night. A “JOB” with perks and benefits, rather than a DUTY which.. you people. This is what happens when I am nice. When I do not FIRE someone when I tell myself to. When I do not record every self-serving asshole and throw it online in Worship of the Truth. Go READ.