263. The Lack of Light on the Lonely Road to Find NO Justice has Caught up with Me!

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There are so many amazing people out there, the nurses, volunteers, care-givers, the physically and mentally challenged individuals who will damn well make their lives worthwhile, no matter WHAT it takes! Watching the Para-Olympics was incredible, and touching.

Then to observe the utter insanity of war and destruction. Is there just more evil than there is good? For the longest of time I thought my 4 + years in concentration camps as a child had given me an advantage of extra strength and appreciation for that 'one life time' experience we are given.

It had made me curious about mankind with its amazing potential feats. Why we do the things we do? At 16, I was fortunate enough to emigrate to Canada to live with family in Alberta, where I attended high school, worked for 75 cents per hour after school, to save $150 so I could go skiing in my first car.  Then off to Theatre School in London, England, where I discovered more about our fascinating human species through deep and subtle texts in plays written in the English language.

I had decided I was wanting to make worthwhile films about the human condition. However, a far different obstacle confronted me after graduating and returning to Canada. I was 21 and the realities associated with competition for work began to surface.  Hired as a Stage-Hand at CBC TV in Toronto, I was told I could work my way up to become a TV producer. But after applying for a floor-director opening some 4 times, and not getting the job, each time I discovered some cousin or nephew from a CBC administrator had gotten it.

Getting nowhere, I quit and started my own Theatre Company and did very well for several years. Then again, when wanting to do bigger productions, I was exposed to the politics of compliance by connection. After doing some 30 educational documentaries with my Film Company, realizing that to succeed I would have to become someone I was not, I left that 'Business,' bought a farm, and became a farmer, only to realize that POLITICS are present everywhere, even in the country when dealing with feed and cattle.

Buy HIGH, sell LOW.  The market manipulators, like the drovers, feed-suppliers and the banks had it all figured out! It was a well-oiled seasonal ploy by those who controlled it. The bank was going to front me for 50 young steer shipped in at circa 400 pounds from Alberta. I would feed them up on my nice trefoil fields until mid-October, then sell them to the feed lots. Bought at 60 cents a pound, by mid-October they went, best price, for 40 cents a pound, the 200 pounds gained not making up for the difference. I literally had to pay the supplier $500 extra for the 5 months looking after them, and NOT loosing one 'cattle beast'! Nuts. Welcome to reality.

Farmers are the slaves of the land. I mean small farmers, the mom and pop type, not the large grain conglomerates. So I experienced a whole different segment of society. I took 5 years of it, before moving my family West.

I managed to make some money on the sale of the Farm, after having renovated the entire house.  This more than allowed me to put a down-payment on 10 acres here on Hornby. To create work (there was no work here in 1976), I re-invented the wood-burning stove by bringing air for combustion in through a vent from outside. No-one had done that before. (Google: Gopoco/Sandbox on Wikipedia) I just checked, but the original phrase: Reverse Process Wood-burning Stove seems to have disappeared.

In my inimitable way I thought I could make a difference.  I had appeared on TV with it and the then National Harrowsmith Magazine had given me a featured article in their number 14 issue. Requiring a foundry to manufacture my mostly cast-iron stove,  yet again I ran in to politics. Needing a foundry to create many of the parts for my 'Reverse-Process Sunrise Stove,' the BC Government promised me a small business loan to purchase a hole-in-the-ground foundry a retiring fellow had been making grates and manhole covers in for over 28 years. All seemed a go, until one day I phoned the Gov. in Vancouver, wondering when the loan was available to purchase the 3/4 acre? The person I was speaking with was not the same this time.

Long story short, someone with more clout than I wanted the real-estate. Within 2 years they built an apartment complex on it making a ton of money.

Honesty and vulnerability are not native to doing sound business. Naivety shows weakness, and makes you immediate fodder for the competitive beasts in society where all is about manipulation by one-up-manship. Like chess, it's a game where pride is shown when you sneak up on the other guy when they least expect it. Check mate buddy!

The sociopath has a set masked-smile. There is no conscience to back it up with feeling. I see more and more of it out there. Lies and deceit are the tools of their calling. And if the code happens to be the rhetoric of legalese which was hammered in to them at their U of Choice, whoa any innocent comer looking for Justice. You must be kidding us 'Dude'!    

Usage of words like chess! Legalese is like speaking in tongues. Over our heads, we grope to detect meaning. To us it is as clear as night. Just the way they intended. Nothing is ever what it appears. Impartial and objective? I'm human ain't I?  Integrity and honour? Look you are asking for real qualities now. Having regard, at all times, to the interests of justice.  What 'interests of justice' are you talking about?  Accountability?  We're exempt; the law excuses us, it says it right here.  Proportionality? We are definitely keeping our preferred party in mind. Fair? We decide what's fair. After all, although we look down on you all from our fancy hardwood, leather chairs, we're mortal just like you. We put in our fair time to get here, so fairly earned our positions, okay?

Dismissed! My decision is functus. Now get outta here you squirt!.... And bother us NO MORE!

So I guess by now I feel I've come full cycle. Although at times being judge acknowledged for my "well-meaning efforts," never over these six years have I had my filed materials and challenges related to any of the laws I had referred them to.

What is most disconcerting is to have observed the potency of legalese managing to manipulate pertinent matter rendered by merely nullifying it with discombobulating legalese.
The bottom line horror of legalese is, that it can 'bundle' any argument, rephrase it, and render all proof of facts null and void. Aye, there is the rub of their trade.

I've now seen enough of their slimy shenanigans that reigns supreme! Democracy is a hypocritical fallacy, and with the state of the world as it sits, I maintain our species to be in serious trouble. Like the fall of Rome, when those in power would eat drink and fornicate themselves in to oblivion, I predict we are close to being there again, repeating history.

Shame to all the charlatans, for THEY are the real cause of the woes and havoc.
I can do no more.....