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I bolted from the Internet but I’m back
again! After posting an October 2016 article
I received a flurry of alarming e-mails from
an astonishingly angry man who threatened
to take me to court because of a picture I
took of a monument. Distressing stuff! So I
knew it was time to take a mental health
break and let the trolls cool down for a
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I bolted from the Internet but I’m back
again! After posting an October 2016
article I received a flurry of alarming e-
mails from an astonishingly angry man
who threatened to take me to court
because of a picture I took of a
monument. Distressing stuff! So I knew it
was time to take a mental health break and
let the trolls cool down for a while.
Unfortunately, the harassment continued
into 2017 with a BURGLARY of my
home!
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while. Unfortunately, the harassment continued into 2017 with a BURGLARY of my
home!

On Monday, January 9th at about six o’clock in the evening I was walking down my
driveway, returning home from a blissful afternoon in town, when I noticed a strange
white-ish shape about fifty yards ahead of me at the far end of my flashlight beam. It
was dark at the time so I was using my detachable bicycle headlight to illuminate my
path. The funny thing was, what I was seeing didn’t look like man nor animal, it
looked like an apparition or something; it seemed supernatural. Am I actually
SEEING something down there? I asked myself. The specter-like shape was
stationary for a moment but as I approached it it began coming towards me and
that’s when I realized I indeed WAS seeing something -- people! Two of ’em! I
heard them talking to one another, giggling about something that amused them, which
revealed that they were a male and a female, both sounding quite young, possibly
teenagers I thought at the time.
When they were about forty feet away I called out “Hi!” and got no answer. They
kept their mouths shut, refusing to say anything, which is definitely consistent with
dumbfuck millennials trespassing on private property. Then as I passed them I asked,
“Just going down to the beach?” I asked this because my house is on the waterfront
and people constantly use my driveway to get to the beach even though it’s clearly on
privately-owned land. “What?” the male asked insolently. “Were you just going down
to the beach?” I repeated. In response I heard a quick and VERY guilty sounding
“Yes” from him and the two spooks then disappeared behind me.

And yeah, when I approached my house I saw that some asshole had broken into it.
A bug screen had been removed from one of my windows and was now leaning up
against the side of the house. Sitting in the window frame was a small piece of brass
pipe which presumably had been used to pry the screen loose. Then I went around to
a rear door and found it had been unlocked. So I cautiously entered my home and
knew instantly that people had been in there. The first thing I saw was that a kitchen
chair had been moved, apparently to stand on so as to reach a cluster of old liquor
bottles my dad had placed atop some cupboards. It seemed the intruders were super-
thirsty for booze because one of the things they snatched was a bottle of homemade
wine I’d received as a gift which was sitting on top of my fridge. And man, if you’re
stealing HOMEMADE wine you’re clearly stating you’re a desperate immature loser
who needs to grow up and get a job, not to mention a life!

And as I went through my home I was horrified to see that every room had been
accessed: all doors, cupboards, drawers and closets had been opened up and looked
into.

But the most jarring thing of all was the stench!!! Those skids brought with them a
rancid smell that was like a noxious brew of raw body odor mixed with cheap
aftershave or perfume or hairspray or something. PEE-YEW! It was as though
Mötley Crüe and Poison had done a workout in there. The putrid stink was most
apparent in my living room where it hung in the air like a dead animal carcass for a
whole day before finally fading away. That reek smelt of fear and exhilaration. And it
was an indication that these were not healthy humans, that they were toxin-addled
drug fiends.

I posted an announcement about the burglary on my Facebook page and one of my
friends actually sent me a message with the names of two people she was sure were
responsible. And she said that although I thought I was dealing with teens, they may
have been as old as their early 30s because drug addicts often have a juvenile
delinquent look to them regardless of their age.

So that was a new low for me in Powell River -- a break and enter and theft from my
home. It was an extremely ominous beginning to the new year. I always have zombies
blindly lumbering into my yard and peering through my windows, sometimes
admitting that they’re patients of a rehab center about a kilometer south of my home,
but I’ve never had them actually penetrate my house before. Filthy lowlifes! It’s a
new addition to a dark cloud of criminal activity I’ve been assaulted with in PR since
moving back in 2005, much of it involving government authorities -- including the
RCMP! As a matter of fact, I find it ironic as hell that the Powell River RCMP have
been to my house a bunch of times on false pretenses (including doing an aerial
search of my property with a fucking helicopter!) but when there’s civilian crime
being perpetrated those good-for-nothings are nowhere to be seen. The RCMP do
not deter crime, they’re part of the crime problem. They are criminals in uniform.
Nonetheless, don’t think for one second that this gangsterism won’t get reported to
the police when it happens.

But should I really be THAT surprised this occurred? I think not. What can you
expect in a ghetto? It’s a sign of what’s going on right now. For one thing, it’s a
demonstration of just how disrespectfully miserable the youth are these days,
especially if they’re junkies high on dope. But it’s also a sign of social upheaval.
You’ve got young people being born into a society where they’re being told by the
fakestream news media to start smoking marijuana because it’s good for your health;
where the globalists are trying to plunge us into a new ice age by blanketing the skies
with chemtrails; where people’s brains are being fried by microwave transmissions in
the air. Of course people are acting like nutcases. Their minds have been rearranged
and their morals and values are upside down.

It’s a sad thing to say but I really do believe that western civilization has reached its
peak and is now on the decline. As such, there’s not much we can do except take
pride in the fact that OUR GENERATION was fortunate enough to have lived to
have seen mankind at its best, while we guard ourselves for the big changes that are
coming.
UNLAWFUL ENTRY!
April 1, 2017
UNLAWFUL ENTRY!
April 1, 2017
On Monday, January 9th at about six
o’clock in the evening I was walking down
my driveway, returning home from a
blissful afternoon in town, when I noticed
a strange white-ish shape about fifty yards
ahead of me at the far end of my
flashlight beam. It was dark at the time so
I was using my detachable bicycle
headlight to illuminate my path. The
funny thing was, what I was seeing didn’t
look like man nor animal, it looked like
an apparition or something; it seemed
supernatural. Am I actually SEEING
something down there? I asked myself.
The specter-like shape was stationary for
a moment but as I approached it it began
coming towards me and that’s when I
realized I indeed WAS seeing something
-- people! Two of ’em! I heard them
talking to one another, giggling about
something that amused them, which
revealed that they were a male and a
female, both sounding quite young,
possibly teenagers I thought at the time.
When they were about forty feet away I
called out “Hi!” and got no answer. They
kept their mouths shut, refusing to say
anything, which is definitely consistent
with dumbfuck millennials trespassing on
private property. Then as I passed them I
asked, “Just going down to the beach?” I
asked this because my house is on the
waterfront and people constantly use my
driveway to get to the beach even though
it’s clearly on privately-owned land.
“What?” the male asked insolently. “Were
you just going down to the beach?” I
repeated. In response I heard a quick and
VERY guilty sounding “Yes” from him
and the two spooks then disappeared
behind me.

And yeah, when I approached my house I
saw that some asshole had broken into it.
A bug screen had been removed from one
of my windows and was now leaning up
against the side of the house. Sitting in
the window frame was a small piece of
brass pipe which presumably had been
used to pry the screen loose. Then I went
around to a rear door and found it had
been unlocked. So I cautiously entered
my home and knew instantly that people
had been in there. The first thing I saw
was that a kitchen chair had been moved,
apparently to stand on so as to reach a
cluster of old liquor bottles my dad had
placed atop some cupboards. It seemed
the intruders were super-thirsty for booze
because one of the things they snatched
was a bottle of homemade wine I’d
received as a gift which was sitting on top
of my fridge. And man, if you’re stealing
HOMEMADE wine you’re clearly stating
you’re a desperate immature loser who
needs to grow up and get a job, not to
mention a life!

And as I went through my home I was
horrified to see that every room had been
accessed: all doors, cupboards, drawers
and closets had been opened up and
looked into.

But the most jarring thing of all was the
stench!!! Those skids brought with them a
rancid smell that was like a noxious brew
of raw body odor mixed with cheap
aftershave or perfume or hairspray or
something. PEE-YEW! It was as though
Mötley Crüe and Poison had done a
workout in there. The putrid stink was
most apparent in my living room where it
hung in the air like a dead animal carcass
for a whole day before finally fading
away. That reek smelt of fear and
exhilaration. And it was an indication that
these were not healthy humans, that they
were toxin-addled drug fiends.

I posted an announcement about the
burglary on my Facebook page and one of
my friends actually sent me a message
with the names of two people she was
sure were responsible. And she said that
although I thought I was dealing with
teens, they may have been as old as their
early 30s because drug addicts often have
a juvenile delinquent look to them
regardless of their age.
So that was a new low for me in Powell
River -- a break and enter and theft from
my home. It was an extremely ominous
beginning to the new year. I always have
zombies blindly lumbering into my yard
and peering through my windows,
sometimes admitting that they’re patients
of a rehab center about a kilometer south
of my home, but I’ve never had them
actually penetrate my house before.
Filthy lowlifes! It’s a new addition to a
dark cloud of criminal activity I’ve been
assaulted with in PR since moving back in
2005, much of it involving government
authorities -- including the RCMP! As a
matter of fact, I find it ironic as hell that
the Powell River RCMP have been to my
house a bunch of times on false pretenses
(including doing an aerial search of my
property with a fucking helicopter!) but
when there’s civilian crime being
perpetrated those good-for-nothings are
nowhere to be seen. The RCMP do not
deter crime, they’re part of the crime
problem. They are criminals in uniform.
Nonetheless, don’t think for one second
that this gangsterism won’t get reported
to the police when it happens.

But should I really be THAT surprised
this occurred? I think not. What can you
expect in a ghetto? It’s a sign of what’s
going on right now. For one thing, it’s a
demonstration of just how disrespectfully
miserable the youth are these days,
especially if they’re junkies high on dope.
But it’s also a sign of social upheaval.
You’ve got young people being born into
a society where they’re being told by the
fakestream news media to start smoking
marijuana because it’s good for your
health; where the globalists are trying to
plunge us into a new ice age by blanketing
the skies with chemtrails; where people’s
brains are being fried by microwave
transmissions in the air. Of course people
are acting like nutcases. Their minds have
been rearranged and their morals and
values are upside down.

It’s a sad thing to say but I really do
believe that western civilization has
reached its peak and is now on the
decline. As such, there’s not much we can
do except take pride in the fact that OUR
GENERATION was fortunate enough to
have lived to have seen mankind at its
best, while we guard ourselves for the big
changes that are coming.