Title

AFTERMATH
What on Earth Is This World Coming 2.
By
TD. Welch

Inspired by its premiere publication on October 26th, 2001,

This is the conclusion to the unconstitutional liberated draft manuscript

Confidence Man

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Table of Contents
When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace
-Jimi Hendrix

TOC
Title
Copyright
Acknowledgement
Introduction
Epilogue
Freed Again
The Liberation
A Grudge
Prosecuted or Persecuted
Step thru Time
Pseudo-Social Injustice
Return to Bowden
Inside a Bush
Vector Equilibrium
See the Light

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Acknowledgment

The journey is the reward. - Chinese Proverb

This is the Gospels according to this Thomas. Whereby, I must first and foremost
express special thanks and my devoted love to the Lord above. Its only by His
salvation, that I find myself here today. I would also like to express an
acknowledgment of thanks to all the Derivative publications in all the various
genres and to the Authors, Directors and Producers associated. Although honored;
that extends as far back as 1996 and are far too many to site except for those video clips
embedded, hyperlinked or noted in this work. Whereby all involved would have
undoubtedly infringed some terms of copyright. Even though they may or may not
have been made aware at the time of their publications does not diminish the fact. Only
supports in its misunderstanding. That the past two decades had been spent in utter
bewilderment over unanswered questions regarding the true meaning of copyright.
And the hopelessness felt; all but challenged my faith, while questioning government
morality.
A similar expression of antipathy towards all the men and woman. Who had fallen
from grace during the execution of their duty. As peace officers, government agents, 3rd
party commercial contractors and otherwise temporary agencies responsible for
monitoring my reintegration. As I of all people understand; at the time they were just
doing their job. Where unfortunately some had made the conscious choice to act
outside of the boundaries of the law to accomplish their objective. For that act can be
forgiven; however never to be forgotten.
To Bob Marinelli, Will, and Nancy Cunningham, who are my long time closest friends;
in God We Trust, the rest pay cash!
To my extended family in Thailand known as the members from the office. Mr. Keefy
Jansen the Office Chair, his lovely wife Sasitorn Jansen, Operations Manager Dan
Moglia, and their supporting staff. And without forgetting of course the selfproclaimed Minister Mr. Stewart Lees for all your continued support and
encouragement. To my female companions Sontaya, Moe, Little Nam, Pang, Siriwan

and Looktan and most importantly to my Babys momma Nancy, her father
Phongthawat, her mother Thanyathip and her two sons Mac and Donut. I offer my
sincere appreciation for the many experiences and opportunities each of you provided
will be cherished for a lifetime held in those precious memories.
To Sin City -Danny, all my Lawyer(s) Jim, Dennis, Joel, Mitchell, John and Robert.
Surin Bay Inns Terry and Mai, thank you for allowing me time away from you to
research and write. You deserve as much acknowledgment as can be expressed. I
cannot articulate enough credit, or thanks to my sister Cindy, my niece Jenny and
nephew JT. To my Aunt Betty, Cousin Bobby his female partner Jo, and last but not
least to my parents Mr. and Mrs. Gordon Ekson. There are not enough words that can
be said that would justify or for that matter sooth the amount of sorrow. That I had
caused each and every one of you while I found my way clear. As your encouragement
and continued support during those times is the epitome of being a family and
parenthood. With that, I will forever be held in your debt. And finally to my loving
daughter Nitcha Phukbong; youre the true inspiration of innocents and is why this
book is dedicated to you; for that alone is why Ill go to the end of time proving
opportunities that are truly Limitless.
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Introduction
The Gatekeepers must change Prince

The release of this eBook edition is the conclusion to the original draft manuscript
Confidence Man. Written some seventeen years ago, and at that time was over the
course of the authors incarceration and community supervision. When knowingly the
draft version had become a ghost protocol- alienated personal salvation through true
testament. Portrayed particular experiences and criminal behavior combined. In such a
telltale story that when told; the opening scene depicted the spirit of justice exhibited in
a courtroom in Harris County Texas. Where the consequences faced had been
commission after being convicted of multiple first-degree felonies for trafficking a
controlled substance. Exposed in perspective as a governed life from behind bars and
the obligatory education and lesson learnt. To survive its existence during the five-year
term spent confined to a Texas Prison. Followed by the mandated path of a convict that
led to his formal deportation from the United States marked as an undesirable in
December of 1996.
Where the havoc that shadowed only complemented the objectionable classification.
Officially, the red mark stamped on the formal deportation order. Was in and of itself a
destined journey to be continued on Canadian soil navigated by an attitude that had
since gone bad. Orchestrated itself into a path of reckless abandon and its endeavor
accumulated an additional 250+ indictable offenses for every fraudulent act
conceivable. Confessed in the original draft manuscript composed with such conviction
from a criminal mind.
Became the sonata form played as a symphony of salvation from a Canadian prison
and finally to be concluded damn near two decades later in this rendition will appall
the traditional. Its narative will undoubdtedly offend the modest while astonishising
the inquisitive. Yet in doing so. Will surely enlighten those to an extent that the legacy
of the authors work is embedded in the images seen through the essence of reflective
light; are in its derivities. That will expose dark places and undoubtedly leave human
nature to question patriotism verses moral integrity.

Whereas, the writer had convinced himself and others that you dont hate the player;
hate the game. Unconsciously incorporated into a credo absorbed in self-reflection,
when youd been a player married to the game, and the squandering of his gift had
been in its curse. That had attracted the unwanted notoriety from governmental
mindsets thatd warranted 24-hour surveillance, wiretapping, eavesdropping, whereby
government agents using 3rd party satellite-cable and telecommunication equipment.
Implemented procedures to intercepted my private communication defined under sec.
183 of the Criminal Code of Canada: means any telecommunication made by a person
in Canada. Whereby, telecommunication has the same definition set out in sec. 35 of
the Interpretation Act R.S.C. 1985 c. 1-21. means the emission, transmission, or
reception of signs, signals, images, sounds, or intelligence of any kind by nature, by
wire, cable, radio, optical, or another electromagnetic system. The pressing issue is
then, the fact that the noted laws and the authorization given by the Minister of
National Defense. Came into force on or about December, 2001 as a consequence of
amendments to the Act resulting from the establishment of the Anti-Terrorism Act S.C.
2001, c. 41
That includes metadata, which is information associated with telecommunication that
identifies, describes manages, or routes telecommunication including inter alia, geolocation, phone numbers, email communication, internet protocol addresses, and
domain names. Where on at least one occasion during that span the writer had become
subject to the acts of agents. In the unconstitutional access and further liberation of his
draft literary manuscript that in part became the foundation for numerous laws just
mentioned.
Only added insult to injury when insulated in then laws above were after the fact.
Whereby, the provisions thereof are clearly documented in the publication itself.
Although noted; had been unbeknownst to him on October 26th, 2001 as indicated on
the Certificate of Copyright Registration. Issued by the Canadain Intellectual
Copyright Office (CIPO) on February , 4th 2013.
Was, in fact, the brighter side of the coin as it became known. Where the flip side, not
so defined. When the perpetrators in question had been in the position of power that
afforded them the ability to publish the authors work without his knowledge or
consent. Furthermore, to issue licensing rights through additional publications of the

infringed work thereof. Whereby the Competition Act had purported the gross
revenue from the aggregated sales of the book since 2001 had been well over $400
million and in 2012 included the $77 million in that year alone. Is the suggested
motivation for Canadian officials and their acting agents to continue to impose their
will? Thus leaving the one deprived to continue to strive for justice by exposing the
corruption in this version as the truth be told, where in history the one telling it would
have been the one otherwise known to lie.
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Epilogue
What I know for sure is that what you give comes back to you Oprah Winfrey

As I will enjoin within the light and vivacity of my life today. To conclude a particular
segment thatd since elapsed from time. Remanence through my minds eye the
metacognition of that, a mere transom amidst in darkness wherein lurking the
controversial intruder had gazed. Thus the dissemination in the persuasion of a mans
soul, exposed and vulnerable when subjected to the trespassers regard. Their
perception, not open for debate when based on prejudicial supposition, voiced in
publicizing judgment and of matters etched in the verdict. With each passing day a
step further in dimension. An authors natural stride orchestrated in the 80s in the
phrase I coined as Research in Motion. Although, when viewed by others in the
following was nothing short of Poetry in Motion. Consciously expressed
unobtrusively through a patent of sin, while being scrutinized by men corrupted by the
abuse of their power.
Cogitating that my life endeavors where the integral facet initially adjoined by a bond
remain secure, preserved contrary to the harsh elements of an exposed
generations. Imprinted in the mythical footprints left behind, however, questionable
within its journey of obscurity comprised of my adult criminal records, that are well
documented in the two neighboring countries. Incised-like the unseen characteristics
that distinguish a diamond are invisible to the naked eye over a rugged trail of twisted
treachery. That had not since faded from the distant epoch, nor could it have been the
exact permanent essence carved deep into the circuits of my psyche either. However, is
it not? Instead, as scientists are discovering that memories change every time we think
about them become sensitive to disruption. That means our retention to precise
detail. Isnt an abstract snapshot stored forever in a bulging file compiled in our
head? Rather, they are a collection of brain cells neurons that undergo chemical
change every time they are engaged. So, as I think about the enthrallment of my life
today. In contrast with the original episode that Id marked through the remembrances
of personal experiences, which are continually reviewed and revised in subtle
ways. Conjunctionally sent along a distinct path amid the hippocampus and into the
archive of my mind wherein combating a stored Monster dwells.
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Appraised and amended in such a manner that for the majority. They're recalled
encounters. That can be shared and enjoyed with friends, family, and trusted
colleagues throughout their individual lives with little or no concern. Although, my
depictions outlined were compiled by intellectual property and formulated trade
secrets that Id manifested from the cerebral narration of personal interactions. That
was not in the greatest of doubt, yet it has been in the greater of an awakening that Id
transcribed. Through divergent erudite and into computerized text. That became
meticulously intertwined with such precision that when unconstitutionally liberated
by governmental agents well before, and further retransmitted to their faceless foreign
counterparts; witnessed within its derivative as the premiere publication on October
26th, 2001. Left a sharp intuition; an abstract image of the unknown uniformed subject
shouldered and crouched. Unsuspecting head clad by a balaclava. A forefront
computer obscured black tombstone eyes. The lethal weapon, a virtual gun in the form
of a keyboard lay beneath trigger fingered hands. With each key stroked an accurate
fired texted bullet. Every bit and a byte lay carnage in its wake as it ripped through;
piercing the flesh of a writers moral integrity and penetrating the heart of an institution
placed in poetic irony. To become part of an association structured incident that in and
of itself defined me. This uncanny transformational journey from its chemical
connotation expressed intuitively through folios of the electronic
language. Found some fifteen years had escaped the recognition of a life once lived
with God at my side, met with the continued struggle of a soul influenced by the
devilled wearied eye. Whereas I too had helplessly watched the unlawful, fiend
liberation of my devised literary draft manuscript Confidence Man while living on
Vancouver Island back in the fall of an unmistakable year. I am the first to admit that
maybe, just maybe, I waited a little too long to shed this storys light. Nevertheless, Im
a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, and thus, the procrastinated
release of this tome is an unveiled discernment shadowed right.
Furthermore, the sympathy sought is not from the evil ways of life once lived,
regarding the plea that Ill be copying come judgment day. However, and until then its
a mere request for the readers empathic acumen. Concerning the undue digests delay,
and in prayer, that God has mercy on the Gatecrashes iniquitous sold soul. While the
paragraphs before, yet read, are a virtual journey forth; as each page turned will
precede wit along a sequence that had spanned through multiple dimensions of time.

Freed Again
Mans limitations lie solely at the boundary of his imagination T.D. Welch

Conversely, if you cant perceive it, then youll never be able to achieve it. With that, I
was once again released from prison on the morning of Sept. 7, 2001. The instruction
made crystal clear by my then institutional Parole Officer (PO) Christine La Fleur to
proceed directly from the Bowden Institution to the Victoria Correction Service of
Canada (CSC) Community Parole Office. Where I was not allowed to pass go, nor
collect the $200 for that matter. The move considered a bold one and very
uncharacteristic for me to make from the red ros province of Alberta. To the adjacent
region and into a city that I had only heard about. Also, and at the time of my ferried
arrival, I knew absolutely no-one, and according to David Price my community PO in
Victoria. I was the citys highest profile parolee that they had had to date. Those were
the facts, and as I retell it are undisputed. The rest of the story is what particular Music,
Movies, Television Series, Social Media, Legislation, Regulations, Public Law; and in
part two Copyright Acts along with the development of Source Code and the modernday Internet in which contemporary aspects were derived.
It was dusk by the time I arrived to appreciate a Victoria skyline immersed in a reddishorange glow. A superlative view, a reflective interactional dance of descent. A
glistening spectacle of shimmering light, in which the sun contested the sea embraced in
their daily promenaded prolapsed across the maroon colored aquatic rippled floor.
Whereby light forgoes dark to conclude a day. As in the bow from an elemental star
thats caressed the fade to the spectators ovation from behind a descended
curtain. Ours, in celestial silence evanesced into the nadirs beyond the Pacifics horizon,
to raise the East Aurora, as the entrained night thrilled when lain its kiss on a distant
light.
Captivated within the great west coast sunset reverence, instead of paying attention to
the direction I needed to travel. It had seemed that I had gotten turned around
somewhat lost. I thought for sure that Id missed my scheduled appointment. As most
government offices close at 4:30 in the afternoon and that Id end up with a warrant
being issued for my arrest even before I stepped foot outside my vehicle. I decided to
place a call to let someone at CSC know that I had finally made the Provincial

Capital. Without a glitch either too proud or too stupid to ask for directions sooner and
that Id be there momentary. Once I d found my bearing as I negotiated my Artic
White Grand Cherokee onto the Bay Street Bridge. The phone at my ear, and not even a
ring when I heard the soft sound of a female voice say, Good afternoon Mr. Welch,
and to my surprise the receiver already knew my location. Offered an appreciated
guidance to theirs, and in closing assured me that theyd be waiting.
Although slightly relieved from the driven kilometers of accumulated anticipation my
mind pondered how. I tossed the phone on the passenger seat beside me with a signed
hum. To notice that the sky had become illuminated with flashes of blue and red
light that prominently echoed both sides of the bridge. The closer I approached, the
clearer it became. A parallax gauntlet of armed patrol cars lined five abreast on each
side. Highlighted a tandem duel between slow oscillating beams of white
light. Stemmed from what appeared to be competitive fencing of light sabers
emanating from police issued Maglites. Whereby, in their exhibition actually motioned
traffic with the announced presence of two cops standing dead center. This was no
accident.
I slowed. The drivers window deftly nested within the door, as the Jeeps wheels came
to a signaled stop. Cop one. His harsh voice eclipsed; as it obliquely sounded from
behind a column of shining light as he stated, license, registration, and proof of
insurance Mr. Welch. Through an askance squint my previous sigh, now a silent
what the fuck as I produced his request. With the attracted attention Cop two spatout, New? My reply just as short when I said, Bran. His retort a strident, Guess
its true what they say then; more a statement of fact than a question. I countered with
an opposed sharp toned query of my own when asked, Is what true? Cop one, that
crime pays. My riposte thrown out in the direction of both shunned officers, Ill let
you tell it. Cop two his comeback a vociferous we thought wed welcome you with a
look at us. Letting you know, that we know what you look like, what you drive, and
the fact that weve all been made aware of your arrival. Before he could finish; Cop
one, with an imposed closed fist thrust. Held the cluster of my credentials under a firm
siege, headed a sleeve tucked tattooed forearm. Protruded well into the cabin of my
Jeep and in their free fall release. Followed an escaped single breath quiescent
statement as he said, it's best you turn around and be on your way, David is waiting
for you.

Grateful for the two government agents orientation regarding my positioning and from
my lap with mixed agitation. In the gathering of my documents any perceived
equanimity expectation I thought Id had. Just leaped through the narrowed opening,
pursued by the resonance pronounced from the trailing windows quiet hum of its
electronic closure.
Although cynically shaken, I wasnt stirred over the welcoming party on the bridge.
As I sat innoxiously in the reception area waiting to be introduced to yet another PO.
To witness a 6-2 bald headed black man emerged from a blind corner, his hand
stretched to meet mine. Possessed a firm grip, and a strong voice claimed to be one
David Price. I was led in stride to his office, and formerly from behind a closed door.
Our first meeting had been short, sweet, and to the point. David opened with, I had a
chance to review your file. Pretty impressive from a criminal point of view, yet Im not
a criminal nor am I impressed. Im also, not worried about any extracurricular
activities that you may be thinking. As Im sure youve been made aware by now that
many eyes will be upon you.
After a short pause to skim over a page or two in my file. He continued with, I see
here, somewhere in the neighborhood of fifty individuals will be monitoring your every
movement. My only concern then is with your drug and alcohol use. Any questions?
Before I could say no, he firmly stated, I suggest you get a job, as Ill be coming out to
visit you in the community once every other week. And Id rather meet you at a job
site. As opposed to a casino or strip club, since that appears to be where you like to
hang out. Followed by, where you are staying? Considering Id been caught
completely off guard, my stuttered reply failed by comparison to the repertoire of his
probes. When all I could do was mumble, Can me. I mean me. Can I get back to you
on that? Im sure he knew hed rattled my cage. Yet, ended our first meeting with the
same firm handshake and said, just give me a quick call once youve settled in.
Within the walk from CSCs office and heading in the direction of my jeep. I welcomed
the return in the tranquil sense of composure as my first logical thought was Bullshit.
There cant be fifty people assigned to follow me. Hell, hed played the scare tactic
card and wants me to believe that, so Id be afraid to take a shit without the nous of
being watched. Unfortunately, and at that time. How little did I know, or how wrong
we both were? When one mans inevitable passed criminal history and the brevity of

the neighboring Nations predestined fate. Lay an intrigued inexorable path, towards
certainty.
That evening I located a hotel on the Gorge. Where their sign indicated rooms rented
by the month, so I paid up front and settled in. Id followed Daves instructions when I
left him a voice message that offered my location for the next thirty days, and when
ready. I ventured downtown for a couple of firsts; a Friday night in Victoria, and my
first beer in over a year. When I woke to meet the day. I had a real hard time sweeping
the cobwebs from my mind. When I realized that I lay next to a girl, and for the life of
me, was unable to recall her name. Nor could I remember exactly how we met. In an
aver toiling of torpors and the inability to comprehend that three full days had past.
Whereby, the soundless images on the television suggested it was Tuesday. We both
lay naked. Her petite vivacious image would have aroused my interest. If it wasnt for
the fact that I already possessed a monster fucking hard-on. Along with a cocainealcohol hangover that would have usually complimented my current
encounter. However, I was out of bingeing shape. Where the hammering in my head
was pounding harder, faster, and out of sync than the throbbing skull of the little one. I
knew from years of experience that one does not fare well with the other when you had
been away from it for as long as I had. And as I reflect back, it wasn't much of a
freedom celebration either. When one was still rapt with such antics and couldnt
manage to stay clean for even a single day, yet as Sinatra always said, I did it my
way.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vx2u5uUu3DE&list=PLgjXjIAkwDcPzAI1PZCxUzyNoVXhR9sez&index=1

It was still dark out as the clock beside the bed indicated it was 5:46 am PST on
September 11, 2001. A day that will forever be remembered as a day never to be
forgotten. I know of only one other such date that has had the same emotional fortitude
in my lifetime. December 7th. 1942; though for Pearl Harbor only the vaguest memories
of failed history lessons and motion pictures do I recall. Although, on the fifth morning
of my fundamental freedom. The tube stationed to CNN, where I too, along with the
rest of the world. Perplexed to a televisual screen as the improbable unfolded in
disbelief to the viewer. While a grim reality imposed on the people personally involved
from the catastrophe that soon would become a focal point for my continual increased

notoriety, and thus, the eminent procrastination of this release when I muttered thru a
horsed voice, what the fuck.
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As the coming days turned into a week and the more I maneuvered around town. The
more apparent in the attention I had attracted at every corner. This confirmed no
matter where I went. By now, I had it down to a science when one afternoon Id walked
into a McDonalds around 3 pm. With no other customers on the site. I ordered a #8
supersized and waited patiently while the cutie from behind the counter prepared my
late lunch. In the time it took that little tightly to deep fry Mickey Ds famous French
fries. The place once empty, now literally filled with standing room only. If the time of
day had been between 11 am and 1 pm. Then I would have conceded the point to a
typical daily lunch hour rush. However, at 3:07 in the afternoon, not a fucking chance.
And the icing on the cake, was when I bid my order itd been to stay. Yet when the
meal deal arrived, I made a bee-line to my jeep. Quickly drove once around the block,
performing my version of a drive-by. Only to witness that same cutie and a couple of
her cohorts. Clean tables from the vanishing act of patrons that had just filled the place
minutes earlier.
On the day I arrived in Victoria, I had about five months left on my sentence until my
Warrant Expiry Date (WED). Unfortunately, my freedom short-lived. When the first
weekly piss tested Id been given. Came back hot, as it tested positive for cocaine use
and with that Davids hands were tired. On my first parole suspension; David
recommended that I be sent to Mountain Institution for their 30-day self-assessment
program. Also, as the case had been. I never stepped foot inside the main gate. When I
arrived, I was housed in a transit wing positioned alongside the main unit. And to me,
the suggested seemed to be designed as a month long AA meeting on Steroids. The
group of twenty-five remained in our street clothes; furnished with a jumpsuit come
laundry day. Forced to participate in group discussions, shared that I was powerless
over my addiction. Where openly each one of us were required to look deep within
ourselves. Hopeful through the belief. That a higher power was going to solve my life
long struggle with cocaine, and how to deal with my apparent authority issues. A flip
of a calendar page had gone by relatively quick and less painful than initially
anticipated. With the only real highlight of that whole ordeal was the fact that I would

be returning to society instead of prison, and moving into a luxury abode instead of a
fortified concrete cell. Unfortunately, I left the burden to my folks to secure the condo
as I was still jumping through CSC hoops, as it was conditional before my
release. What are mothers for?
My new residence a corporate leased waterfront condominium located at #102 - 205
Kimta Rd. Sat facing separate; Victorias capital buildings and across the Songhees was
a step up, and also one of the nicer places to hang a trilby. Considering my last was an
assortment of Canadian prisons whereas one could not even possess a hat.
I had been out for a couple of days when the knock at the door was prearranged. When
I answered it. As Id expected it was Shaw Communications and a gentleman who
introduced himself as Mario claiming to be a contracted technician. Thatd been
summoned to outfit the residence with cable and internet equipment. I was still setting
up the house; and with that gave little mind to his movements as he worked quickly
and efficiently to complete the setup. Hindsight being 20/20 and all, I should have paid
a bit more attention to his endeavors. Especially to the internet modem and the small
irregular black box located directly behind. Years later and in my supposition the
gentleman claiming to be named Mario. Was either a 3rd party cable technician hired by
the Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS). To install the sophisticated in-house
motion detected audio video surveillance and computer hacking equipment. Or a CSIS
field operative working hand in hand with CSC, and CSEC Communications Security
Establishment Canada.; A Canadian version of the United States NSA National
Security Agency. Acting as an imposter behind the ruse of Shaw Communications to
illegally gain access to my home. By providing the means necessary to invade my
privacy and electronically steal my personal property. The irony of it all is the fact that
when I was behind bars, at least I knew who was who. However, in my home, I
couldnt distinguish the good, from being the worst, as they both had made me ugly.
During the following month if you thought I had attracted attention before. One would
not believe the amount of unwanted notoriety that I now attained. I recall one day in
question. When I went for a walk on the strand to enjoy the sea view and the fresh,
clean smell of brisk ocean air. With my mother and aunts company, as theyd both had
come up for a visit. As we strolled in silence, we casually passed two women. One of
whom was pushing a baby carriage. Only in passing did I notice that the infant inside

was manufactured from polymer plastic. I commented aloud in passing when I asked,
will she cry if I pulled her string? Of course, both my mother and aunt thought my
outburst was uncalled for as they said in sequence, Tom. Typical sisters, yet neither
of them caught the play. I said to them both, thats the Irish half in me, I let people
know what I think. Whereby, it had only gotten better from that point on. One
afternoon while I was at the condo. I had spotted a dude in the flower bed below my
porch; eavesdropping with a parabolic microphone pointing up at my window,
recording every word said. I pretended to be on my cell phone and had positioned
myself to be in his plain view when I spouted. The shipment is coming in by air, youll
be surprised at its sight, and how it feels to get it into you. Yeah, no worries Dawg. Ill
let you know when it arrives. Id peeked down, to see him crouched right alongside
the deck. Wearing a headset, his arm stretched to the limits holding that mic up as high
as possible so not to miss a word said. Therefore, I pulled the sliding glass door opened
as quickly as possible. And from above threw a jug of cold water on him and said, its
here motherfucker, hows that feel?
Although, that incident was self-satisfying. It wasnt the best one that I remember. As
that came one day when I was out for a drive. Where Id discerned that a red Mazda
was following me a way to close. As usual, my daily digest consisted of beer and gear.
With a cozy clad cold one between my legs. And the ever presence of a white ringed
nasal tattle-tail would have blatantly confirmed the inhalation of sifted flake off a
cupped thumb. While I intensely monitored the world thru my rear view. With that,
itd soon become a game of cat and mouse. At a stop light and amped right up with no
particular place to go. I decided to run it. I pulled ahead about a hundred meters or so
and quickly spun a U-turn in the middle of the street. Then drove straight at the foreign
import in my form of chicken.
Needless to say, the little red rooster fluttered a wing first. When the grossly
undersized compact diverged abruptly to avoid the collisions fate with a cocaine crazed
chicken hawk as he drove straight into a ditch. A minute or two later, my cell phone
rang. Answered, it was David his questions came all in one breath. Where are you?
Why did you just run that car off the road? How many beers have you drank? And I
suggest that you wipe your upper lip before coming to see me immediately! Although,
he was obviously pissed, my answers were subtle as I said, I just went for a drive to
get a feel for Victoria. Where I come across that prick in the red car driving like Mario

Andretti trying to keep up; You know Id gotten freaked when I couldnt shake that
mother fucker; and thought for sure then, that he was there to whack me, so I took
measures into my own hands. Yeah maybe I shouldnt have been drinking, but I only
had a couple of roads pops while driving. Ok, give me a minute to find some tissue, Ill
see you in a half hour. After hanging up, I drove straight there and pulled around the
corner of CSCs office building; and while parked. Packed a straight shooter full of
crack, knowing for sure that I needed to get to a whole nother level and in the right
mindset for Davids demanded visit.
Needless to say it didnt take long thereafter. To find the submitted urinalysis
swimming with cocaine metabolites and with that parole suspension found myself
entering William Head Institution. Without a doubt, this was the nicest penitentiary I
have ever seen. While at the institutions intake process, referred by inmates as SIS. I
was given a tennis racket to accommodate the prisons two tennis courts. A fishing rod
so I just nodded and stuffed it alongside my belongings. Asked by the inmate worked
there if I was right or left handed and when I replied right. Was handed a small set of
clubs for the par three six-hole golf course.
Walking towards my quarters was nothing like the past. Here it was like Id stepped
into a prisoners wonderland. Surrounded by water the lush trees covered the rolling
green Island. Complete with small 2-story cottages dotted throughout while you made
your way along the maze of cobble a stone path.
Where upon entering a found four men shared a beach front condominium and after
settling in. I heard the phone ring; and a voice hollered, are you Welch? When I said
yes. Handed me the phone. The voice on the other end instructed me to make my
way to the kitchen. Although, wondering why, since I was speaking to him from the
kitchen. I didnt question it any further and followed the command accordingly. It
didnt take me long to put two and two together. After I entered a small makeshift
grocery store right below the main instructional kitchen. I was told I had $60 credit and
was allowed to use it to purchase what I planned on eating for the next two weeks. I
pushed a mini shopping cart around the makeshift inmate-grocery mart while I filled
it with 1.5 cut rib eye steaks at $3 apiece. A basket of chicken breast $4. A bag of
jumbo shrimp for $6. An assortment of vegetables, and fruit. A block cheese for a

couple of bucks. Cereal, milk, bread, peanut butter, jam. You name it. It was there. I
was a kid in a fucking candy store and spent the allotted funds wisely.
When I returned to the condo and after Id stored my rations. My sole responsibility
was then to tend to the grilling of four rib eye steaks and the bag of jumbo shrimp
cooked to order off a barbecue. That evening while doing the dishes. I noticed a small
fire on the beach and asked the guy that was helping me clean the kitchen, whats up
with the bonfire? With a slight grin he said, walk down and see for yourself. I
thought, what the fuck so I tossed on my coat and head towards the flame. To my
surprise the tide was out where Id noticed four guys crabbing off the rocks; and tossing
the crustaceans into a pot of boiling water atop the open air fire.
Already full from dinner didnt stop me from jumping right in to lend a helping hand.
Afterwards, the five of us feasted on crack crab while sitting on the beach. For them it
was their dinner. For me, a one in a kind desert while I thought to myself, not bad; not
bad at all.
In the following 29 days. David continued to let me a day out before coming to see me
for the mandated 30-day compulsory visit. Upon his arrival, Id been summoned from
work, where I was making $6.90 a day working as a teachers assistant. Helping out in
the computer lab, to attend the Visitation and Communication area.
David had already filled out the papers to have my parole reinstated in which he said,
Sign here and youll be home before dark. I replied, Are you kidding. Im not going
anywhere. I have less than a month to my WED and need to utilize every bit of it
working on my handicap. Considering his current disposition, he didnt see the
humor in my answer. But agreed to let me stay and ride out my bit after I told him.
David, if you force me to sign. Once home, Im going to smoke as much crack-cocaine
as I can, then come to see ya. He walked out literally shaking his head in disarray, yet
knew I was not kidding.
During my last month at William Head, Id met and further persuaded inmate Stephen
Reid to peruse a few chapters from my draft manuscript. Being a well-known, and
respected convict, as a former member of the Stop-Watch Gang and an author in his
own right. Whod written the book Jack Rabbit Parole, the second paperback that Id
read while in prison. The other three were a trilogy written by Robin Sharma; The

Monk Who Sold His Ferrari: A fable about following your dreams and reaching your
destiny. The Saint, the Surfer and the CEO: A remarkable story about living your
hearts desires. And last but not least, Discover Your Destiny with The Monk Who
Sold His Ferrari: A potent pathway to self-awakening that will help you to live your
greatest life and claim the happiness, prosperity and inner peace that you deserve.
Nevertheless, I complemented Steve on his book, and was not only grateful that Mr.
Reid agreed to, but had found the time needed to scrutinize my literary peers. In
where I valued his comments and criticism, as they both were constructive. Even so, on
January 16th, 2002. I was released from William Head a minimum security Canadian
Federal Institution, and back into the community in where once again labeled by society
as an ex-con. Another strike, that made two.
On my return to the corporate condominium on Kimta Rd., Which included the ever
entertaining shadowing; and as bank records will indicate. Shaw Communications had
been paid to provide cable and internet service from the fall of 2001 through the spring
of 2002. Although, and unbeknownst to me at that time was the fact that their service
provided them and others. Unlimited access to, and complete control over all computer
elements, including the in-house motion detected audio-video recording devices.
Thanks to Mario and the specialized reconnaissance and computer hacking equipment
that the government illegally installed to give a whole new meaning to the presence of
Big Brother.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vBy3PYQTeTk&index=20&list=PLgjXjIAkwDcPzAI1PZCxUzyNoVXhR9sez

Im not sure how voluminous the audio-video recordings had become during that span.
Or how many times during those years. Did government agents or the local police get
away with the e-molestation home invaded robbery of my privacy and personal
property. That included the electronic theft and further the copyright infacted use
thereafter of my draft manuscript.
But each and every time they had accessed my components without my knowledge
using the third party satellite cable and telecommunication service provided
equipment.

They violated PL 106-160, 106th Congress Dec. 9th, 1999 H.R.3456, Digital Theft
Deterrence and Copyright Damages Improvement Act. That too; suggested law had
been an established derivative from the copyright infringed work earlier liberated and
passed on by their counterpart. And in Canada; the Judgments of the Supreme Court of
Canada clearly stated. In the Citation: R. v. Tse, 2012 SCC 16, [2012] 1 S.C.R. 531, held
that the interception of private communications without authorization had been ruled a
violation of section 7 and 8 of the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms, and thus
in my case, Ill suggest as well as the cited, had been unconstitutional.

The Liberation
Its a crime to fight for what is mine - Tupac Shakur

Since the cited judgement of the Supreme Court of Canada and the noted law in the
United States was still ten years away. Didnt diminish the fact only added to the
essence of their foundation; where on or about the early morning of March 16th, 2002.
The inhabitants of the United States were still in shock over the fatal events that
transpired a half year earlier. And while watching the ever mesmerizing puppet show
on CNN with the American government acting as soul puppet master. Wherein the
strings, they pulled; had been in a move to desperately sell the story of Al Qaida and
Weapons of Mass Destruction. While they supplementary yanked the worlds change
by placing the blame of September 11th on Osama Bin Laden. I was home at the
condominium, enjoying my new found freedom that included entertaining a female
friend. By now I had managed to build quite the rapport with the single ladies in town.
As it came to be known that I would spoil each one of them with what Id called, The
Star Treatment. Which simply meant that when wed hit the town for a night out
wed partied like Rock Stars. Once back home and in the confines of my bedroom Id
proceed to fuckem like a Porn Star. After that fact; the conversation moved from
sweaty, gasping pleasantries to why I was in Victoria, and, of course, the book I had
written. We were naked. As mentioned, I was entertaining at the time, when we
slumbered from the sexed stench sweat of the masters chamber. To the comforts of the
air coned living room couch to cool down and catch our breath, then onto the converted
on-site that now acted as my spacious in home office.
I dont recall the exact time, yet it was early morning; somewhere between 2:30 and 3:00
am. And while at my desk my date sat on my lap both cozy on the reclining Opus
Form. With her left hand; she kneaded my member as tending to it like rising bread
dough. The other fingered strands of matted hair through a glazed reflection while we
waited for both to come to life. When the 19 LCD monitor finally illuminated. My
eyes locked on sight, as the stored files from my computers hard drive. Which
included chapters from my draft manuscript Confidence Man were being transmitted
from my CPU to what I assumed was cyberspace. That sight alone should have been
enough to leap to ones feet. If it wasnt for the blondes 115 lbs. Of dead weight that

she carried which had been sufficient to bind me securely. Knowingly, with fingered
haste. My hands gamboled along the keyboard, as I effortlessly maneuvered through
screens to see that the original computer setting had been manipulated. To allow the
connotation transfer of its contents from my stand alone to whoever had seized control
and ratified its allocation by IP address. I knew that I had initially set up the abacus for
Author only; and was, in fact, the only authorized user of my personal computer, and
as always had been logged on as the Administrator.
Limited in options, and not knowing what else to do at that precise unadorned
monument. I yanked the coaxial cable and power cord from their respected receptacles.
Harder and faster than I had ever pulled my wire the entire time Id been locked-up.
Although seemingly not as firm a grip that the blonde bombshell held steady my ever
growing coil in time to see the computer screen go dark. Barbie, utterly clueless to the
exploit that had just transpired. But then again, she was blonde and more interested in
my elongated filament that she had conveniently resurrected without either complaint.
However, I did hear a hushed tone; more of a verbal reflex escaped her breath at my
outburst. As at the time I too was trying to comprehend who would be interested in my
book, and more importantly. How the hacker had gained access and furthermore the
control? When they saw fit to re-transmit my literary work to the world at that hour.
When I blurted aloud my traditional what the fuck? With that, only two thoughts
remained in the forefront of my mind.
Surprisingly! My filly more in tune than I originally gave credit. Instinctively shed
positioned herself in such a manner that welcomed my initial ideation. The second
muse, now comfortably clouded by the warm wet sensation of oral reciprocation along
my patriotic flag pole being spit polished, was left to ponder the obvious.
Id played it coy for about a week. Not to mention a word to anybody of the virtual
electronic home invaded robbery of my computers contents. Or for that matter that
sensational blowjob Id been given. Especially to my ex-PO David; because I was afraid
that my approach might tip my hand, if it already hadnt been by others professionally.
Where it wouldve undoubtedly fallen on deaf ears if it had. Including the reality that
technically, I was no longer under the watchful eye of CSC and most importantly. What
David would have thought; personification of me graciously cumin in her mouth.

While I returned the favor by choking her off. As I held the back of her head down
firm, ensuring that shed consumed a tummy full of my love, and in doing so, hadnt
spilled a drop either.
Although I did finally recognize the hidden message Dave had conveyed to me at our
first meeting. However, the more Id realized, and the more Id witnessed the attention
I attracted. The more I appreciated the manner that which Mr. Price had initially told
me; and the way CSC had played out their hand up to my WED.
With that argument noted. I had little choice if I wanted answers. Cogently I needed to
confront them from the only logical location that made any sense. As I walked through
the front doors of Shaw Communications with Barbie in tow and a fabricated story of
my own to tell. The receptionist was quick to assess my needs. When I told her that Id
unhook my computer to paint my office; and itd been inoperable for about a week. She
smiled and produced a Shaw start-up disc from below sight line, then said, youll need
to re-boot your computer with this, and all should be fine. In her next breath, shed
asked, whats the name and telephone number on the account? I obliged her request
when I said, Tamas Holdings Corp. - 250-888-6677. With a quick nod, she proceeded
to key in the digits into her desktop. Although to my surprise and I assumed hers as
well; when her eyes had grown to the size of silver dollars after shed hit enter. I
continued to watch her very carefully as she commenced to making one excuse after
another; while doing pirouettes in front of me. I held back a laugh; although
maintained a pleasant grin when she reached for the phone in front of her with an
assertion that she needed to make a call. Although paused in mid motion with yet
another contention that her phone did not work. No sooner did she leave the reception
area, her phone rang. With the sense of that reiterate reverberated through the air, my
smile absconded too.
If curiosity killed the cat; then hell pronounces me dead on arrival as courage and care
followed the direction of her exit. I peered through the same glass windowed door that
she had entered. While positioning myself for an unobstructed view of the rear of the
office. Where I scrutinized at least five Shaw employees standing like statues staring
aimlessly at a computer monitor. With two of the effigies pointing fingers towards the
unbeknownst sight on that screen, where the movement of the receptionists lips had
easily spoke louder than words.

Upon her return to face me, the once fancied Brunet now just another fucking cunt. As
her hand already outreached the start-up disc that lay between us. Snatching it. She
stated in a tone that bordered rudely. This disc wont work, and if you want to use our
service, then youll have to return at 4:00 pm to pick-up a special start-up disc.
Maintaining my poise, I replied with an opposed question in my tone of amusement,
what makes me so special? She too was another one that had a humorless
disposition towards my rebuttal, and in her obtuse refutation said, I dont know, but
youll need a different disc as we are not your service provider. Ah, a classic Freudian
slip, a typical parapraxis per se. I shot back with, wait a minute. How could Shaw not
be my service provider, as you just mentioned, if I wanted to use your service?
Notwithstanding that you guys installed my cable and internet boxes and the fact that
Shaw continues to send me a monthly statement. That Ive paid for the better part of
the past 4 months, left my lips before the bitch could blink.
Unfortunately, she just stood there staring helplessly at her monitor while searching for
answers that I knew would never come. Whereby, the best she could come up with was
an echoed response, If you want service, return at four and pick up a different disc as
your service provider is listed here as a governmental authority.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_xAK3ueOJxE&list=PLgjXjIAkwDcPzAI1PZCxUzyNoVXhR9sez&index=14

With that, Id seen and heard just about enough. As I performed my unusual Ballerina
move when I thanked her with baited breath over a shouldered exit. And marched
right back through the same glass door that I had entered forty-five minutes. Only to
realize that Canada too had its puppet in Shaw Communications. And over the years, I
struggled to determine with absolute certainty which governmental agency was the
puppeteer. As it could have been either the Communications Security Establishment
Canada CSEC. Which is the spy agency that collects foreign security intelligence by
combing the Internet and airwaves of the world, and covertly intercepts the individuals
private communication. Or on the other hand members of the Canadian Security
Intelligence Service CSIS. Which is Canadas lead agency on national security matters
and for conducting national security investigations and security intelligence collection.
CSIS collects, analyzes intelligence, advises the Government of Canada on issues and
activities that may threaten the security of Canada and its citizens in any way possible
and without regard that the two agencies operate with impunity.

Although, in my case; and as you read on youll begin to see the problems I faced. Not
only for paying Shaw Communications to provide a service they never intended to
deliver. Was in and of itself hard enough to swallow. But when the Minister of
National Defense authorized CSEC to intercept private communication under the
National Defense Act. R.S.C. 1985, c. N-5 273.65 (1) The Minister may, for the sole
purpose of obtaining foreign intelligence, authorize the Communications Security
Establishment in writing to intercept private communications about an activity or
class of activities specified in the authorization. Or
(9) In this section, Government of Canada means a federal institution, as defined in
subsection 3 (1) of the Official Languages Act. Meaning anytime between December
14th, 1998 thru January 16th, 2002. Could have easily directed them, when one
considers, that was the total term of my incarceration. Except for the fact that Id never
seen or for that matter, made aware of it in writing.
However, with the above Act outlined, and duly noted. Another issue brought to
attention is that these provisions came into force on December 31, 2001, as a
consequence of the amendments to the Act, resulting from the Anti-Terrorism Act. S.C.
2001, c. 41.
Which Ill strongly suggest had been established through provisions derived from my
liberated manuscript dating back to the first infringement in 1999. That seemingly are
indicated in the below inserted excerpt from a Licence Agreement dated April 2000.
Whereby, I will strongly suggest that the Individual behind TWN1 is none other than
me and the percentage of revenues, it states I generated along with the constitutional
violations committed, that would also include copyright infraction by government
agents are further admitted yet were all unbeknownst to me at the time and only found
out about in 2014
Whereby, the following are page(s) 1, sec 3 on page 8 and page 9 -Appendix VI are
inserted as an except from the
Licence Agreement dated April 2000 will speak for themselves.

Now, in the sake of fairness, Im no expert in contract law, nor do I claim to be the
smartest mother fucker in any given room. However, I can read and the language used
on page (1) in the above Exhibit F sworn on September 5th 2014 is crystal clear. And
unless I am missing something; since everything in the agreement itself had transpired

behind the scenes and without my knowledge or understanding. Yet also noted for the
record that the individual behind Institutional Broadcaster Network -TWN1. Had
been solely responsible for generating 95 out of 100 percent (%) of all gross revenue for
all monitoring; included is their admission that agents of the government and at least
nine other monitoring entities that were privy had only generated 5 (%) percent of the
gross revenue. Only adds insult to injury when you factor in their admission to
copyright infractions committed on top of knowingly their blatant disregard not to
divulge or discuss any terms within the agreement with the individual himself.
But wait, theres more! And as you read on you too will be just as astounded as I.
When you catch the Board twisting the facts and providing misleading information.
Along with the estimated amount of cash involved that had been intentionally
withheld. Until I happened to stumble upon the below Copyright Board document
titled;
File: Media Monitoring 2000-2005 years later. Where Im sure the Copyright Board,
CBRA or the Treasury Board had never expected me to find, let alone insert excerpts in
the below as Exhibit G, also sworn on September 5th 2014.

I of course will not bore any of you with either the Licence Agreement, or the
Copyright Board File: Media Monitoring 20002005 in their entirety. As no one saw
fit to discuss them with me either.
Whereby, I can only surmise the reason, contributed to a governments insatiable greed
masked by indenting power when they obviously exiled me from the bargaining table
back in 1999. Ill further suggest that their blatant act of manipulation and withholding
any discussion had systematically denied me all rights to any of the revenues or
royalties generated. Including any protection guaranteed by the terms associated with
the Copyright Act (R.S.C., 1985, c. C-42); although mentioned, had all but been thrown
out the window by the same government agents that one would surmise are there to
uphold the laws of Canada. Not break them at will to pad the pockets of Her Majesty.
Although, not the case to be when they continue to benefit to date by reaping all the
rewards. From the illicit issuing of Licences for the use of my copyrighted literary and
labored communicated works thereof. Furthermore, to add insult to injury when
knowingly the infractions committed were by commercial companies acting as agents
and officials of the Canadian Government, that one would have otherwise thought are
there to uphold the laws of Canada not violate them. Unfortunately, wasnt the case to
be each and every time prior to, or thereafter December 31st, 2001. That undoubtedly
included the prior premier publication on
October 26th, 2001 that is indicated on the above Certificate of Registration of
Copyright.
Issued to me by the Canadian Intellectual Property Office (CIPO) and dated
February 4th, 2013 shown as Exhibit C sworn on September 5th 2014. To the fact that I
had never published, or authorized my work to be published on that date; and again
submitted as evidence but yet to be heard.
Except for the finer points of discrepancy that Ill take the liberty to point out below.
From the File: Media Monitoring 2000-2005. Dated March 29th, 2005
On page 4 first paragraph. It states that:

To clarify the language used above CBRA is governed by sections 70.1 to 70.6 of the Act,
referred to as the Copyright Act, R.S.C 1985, c. C-42; under the title Collective Societies.
Yet the issues I have are as follows;
According to the highlighted area above. The CBRA claims the first agreement had
been with Bowdens that took effect August, 2000. They further state that the CBRA had
agreements with 10 commercial monitors representing 95 % of the market in Canada.
Although the excerpt from the actual License Agreement dated April 2000; Appendix
VI, page 1 fourth paragraph states otherwise;

So my first question asked: Why did the Board and CBRA use half truths and
deviations in the wording exposed in the Media Monitoring File above?
Thats an easy one; and already admitted and answered in the excerpt. Since TWN1the Individual, that be moi; had been 95% of all revenue generated for all monitoring;
and since no terms of agreement had ever been discussed or negotiated with me. Then
they were forced to tell half truths, or better yet. I love the way the mother fuckers can
tell a lie. And so will you when you see the amount of money theyre suggesting is all
the reason needed for them to lie.

Whereby, highlighted on page 22 of the File: Media Monitoring 2000-2005 excerpt adds

Now, the below excerpt from the Licence Agreement clearly shows the royalties paid to
CBRA for issuing Licences.

Before moving on, I think it's safe to say and can easily be summed up in one word.
Not only to the motives behind the CBRA, and the President of the Treasury Boards
decision to withhold discussion and further negotiations with me. But what they truly
thought of the individual behind TWN1 who had generated 95 cents out of every dollar
accounted had been; -simply
Fuckem.

With that, I thought it fitting to inspect particular sections of the

Copyright Act (R.S.C., 1985, c. C-42)
Interpretation
Definitions in part;
2 In this Act,
Book means a volume or a part or division of a volume, in printed form, but does
not include

(a) A pamphlet,

(b) A newspaper, review, magazine or other periodical,

(c) A map, chart, plan or sheet music where the map, chart, plan or sheet music is
separately published, and

(d) An instruction or repair manual that accompanies a product or that is

supplied as an accessory to a service; (livre)

Broadcaster means a body that, in the course of operating a broadcasting undertaking,

broadcasts a communication signal in accordance with the law of the country in which
the broadcasting undertaking is carried on, but excludes a body whose primary activity
in relation to communication signals is their retransmission; (radiodiffuseur)
collective society means a society, association or corporation that carries on the
business of collective administration of copyright or of the remuneration right
licenseed by section 19 or 81 for the benefit of those who, by assignment, grant of
licence, appointment of it as their agent or otherwise, authorize it to act on their
behalf in relation to that collective administration, and

(a) Operates a licensing scheme, applicable in relation to a repertoire of works,

performers performances, sound recordings or communication signals of more
than one author, performer, sound recording maker or broadcaster, pursuant to
which the society, association or corporation sets out classes of uses that it agrees
to authorize under this Act, and the royalties and terms and conditions on which
it agrees to authorize those classes of uses, or

(b) Carries on the business of collecting and distributing royalties or levies

payable pursuant to this Act; (socit de gestion)
collective work means

(a) An encyclopedia, dictionary, yearbook or similar work,

(b) A newspaper, review, magazine or similar periodical, and

(c) Any work written in distinct parts by different authors, or in which works or
parts of works of different authors are incorporated; (recueil)
commercially available means, in relation to a work or other subject-matter,

(a) Available on the Canadian market within a reasonable time and for a
reasonable price and may be located with reasonable effort, or

(b) for which a licence to reproduce, perform in public or communicate to the

public by telecommunication is available from a collective society within a
reasonable time and for a reasonable price and may be located with reasonable
effort; (accessible sur le march)
communication signal means radio waves transmitted through space without
any artificial guide, for reception by the public; (signal de communication)
compilation means

(a) A work resulting from the selection or arrangement of literary, dramatic,

musical or artistic works or of parts thereof, or

(b) A work resulting from the selection or arrangement of data; (compilation)

computer program means a set of instructions or statements, expressed, fixed,
embodied or stored in any manner, that is to be used directly or indirectly in a
computer in order to bring about a specific result; (programme dordinateur)
copyright means the rights described in

(a) Section 3, in the case of a work,

(b) Sections 15 and 26, in the case of a performers performance,

(c) Section 18, in the case of a sound recording, or

(d) Section 21, in the case of a communication signal; (droit dauteur)

country includes any territory; (pays)
PART I: Copyright and Moral Rights in Works
Marginal note: Conditions for subsistence of copyright

5 (1) Subject to this Act, copyright shall subsist in Canada, for the term
hereinafter mentioned, in every original literary, dramatic, musical and artistic work if any
one of the following conditions is met:

(a) In the case of any work, whether published or unpublished, including

a cinematographic work, the author was, at the date of the making of the work, a
citizen or subject of, or a person ordinarily resident in, a treaty country;
(b) In the case of a cinematographic work, whether published or

unpublished, the maker, at the date of the making of the cinematographic work,

(i) If a corporation, had its headquarters in a treaty country, or

(ii) If a natural person, was a citizen or subject of, or a person

ordinarily resident in, a treaty country; or
(c) In the case of a published work, including a cinematographic work,

(i) In relation to subparagraph 2.2 (1) (a) (I), the first publication in
such a quantity as to satisfy the reasonable demands of the public, having regard
to the nature of the work, occurred in a treaty country, or

(ii) In relation to subparagraph 2.2 (1) (a) (II) or (iii), the first
publication occurred in a treaty country.

(6) For greater certainty, it is deemed always to have been the law that a right of action
for infringement of copyright may be assigned in association with the assignment of the
copyright or the grant of an interest in the copyright by licence.
(So, once again, Im wondering why I was never notified that the powers to be had
assigned the CBRA to act on my behalf; and in doing so; why wasnt it to my best
interest? Although it was in part contrary to Sec 12).
12 Without prejudice to any rights or privileges of the Crown, where any work is, or has
been, prepared or published by or under the direction or control of Her Majesty or any
government department, the copyright in the work shall, subject to any agreement with
the author, belong to Her Majesty and in that case shall continue for the remainder of
the calendar year of the first publication of the work and for a period of fifty years
following the end of that calendar year.
( I love how Sec 12 states without prejudice; so what do they call it then? When theyd
published my work without an agreement in place, considering theyd already
acknowledged that I am the author who is also the owner and rightholder of copyright.
Where those infractions admitted have yet to be associated with terms of copyright.
On top of being the individual whod single-handedly generated 95% of all revenue

without the decency of a discussion or negotiations on those terms either. To me reeks

of nothing short of prejudice.) Whereas;
Ownership of copyright

13 (1) Subject to this Act, the author of a work shall be the first owner of the
copyright therein.
(2) [Repealed, 2012, c. 20, s. 7]
Marginal note: Assignments and licenses

(4) The owner of the copyright in any work may assign the right, either wholly or
partially, and either generally or subject to limitations relating to territory, medium or
sector of the market or other limitations relating to the scope of the assignment, and
either for the whole term of the copyright or for any other part thereof, and may grant
any interest in the right by licence, but no assignment or grant is valid unless it is in
writing signed by the owner of the right in respect of which the assignment or grant is
made, or by the owners duly authorized agent.
(Now, unless Im fucked up it states that only the owner of the copyright can grant an
interest and further assign the right by issuing Licenses; That said and clearly noted as
law. What the fuck was the CBRA doing issuing Licenses for the use of my work since
its already been established that there had been no agreement to date.)

If the above sections of the Copyright Act apply; and under the law they do. Then who
authorized CBRA to write licenses and further collect royalties for the use of my
analogue broadcast signal under Institutional Broadcaster Network TWN1 -1999? Ill
suggest agents of Her Majesty the Queen. And since its stated in section 12. It's
obvious that my work or provision thereof had been published by agents of the Queen.
Whereby,secs 13 (1) and (4) along with the excerpt from the statement made in the
Licence Agreement:
Notwithstanding the fact that the individual is the right holder of copyright, and those infractions have
yet to be acknowledged and or terms associated with copyright.

Must then lead to:

PART III: Infringement of Copyright and Moral Rights and Exceptions to

Infringement
Infringement of Copyright
General
Infringement generally

27 (1) It is an infringement of copyright for any person to do, without the

consent of the owner of the copyright, anything that by this Act only the

owner of the copyright has the right to do.

Secondary infringement
(2) It is an infringement of copyright for any person to
(a) Sell or rent out,
(b) Distribute to such an extent as to affect prejudicially the
owner of the copyright,
(c) By way of trade, distribute, expose or offer for sale or rental,
or exhibit in public,
(d) Possess for the purpose of doing anything referred to in
paragraphs (a) to (c), or
(e) Import into Canada for the purpose of doing anything
referred to in paragraphs (a) to (c),
A copy of a work, sound recording or fixation of a performers performance or of a

communication signal that the person knows or should have known infringes copyright
or would infringe copyright if it had been made in Canada by the person who made it.

Clarification
(2.1) For greater certainty, a copy made outside Canada does not infringe copyright
under subsection (2) if, had it been made in Canada, it would have been made under a
limitation or exception under this Act.

Secondary infringement exportation

(2.11) It is an infringement of copyright for any person, for the purpose of doing

anything referred to in paragraphs (2)(a) to (c), to export or attempt to export a copy

of a work, sound recording or fixation of a performers performance or of a
communication signal that the person knows or should have known was made
without the consent of the owner of the copyright in the country where the copy was
made.

(2.3) It is an infringement of copyright for a person, by means of the Internet or another

digital network, to provide a service primarily for the purpose of enabling acts of
copyright infringement if an actual infringement of copyright occurs by means of the
Internet or another digital network as a result of the use of that service.

Factors

(2.4) In determining whether a person has infringed copyright under subsection (2.3),
the court may consider
(a) Whether the person expressly or implicitly marketed or promoted the
service as one that could be used to enable acts of copyright infringement;
(b) Whether the person had knowledge that the service was used to enable
a significant number of acts of copyright infringement;
(c) Whether the service has significant uses other than to enable acts of
copyright infringement;
(d) The persons ability, as part of providing the service, to limit acts of
copyright infringement, and any action taken by the person to do so;
(e) any benefits the person received as a result of enabling the acts of
copyright infringement; and
(f) the economic viability of the provision of the service if it were not used
to enable acts of copyright infringement.
(Now even though Shaw Communication can try to hide under the comforter provided
by government agents, they cant conceal their involvement in secs 27(1) (2), (2.11), (2.3)
or any Factors outlined in (2.4))
Add the above to the below.
Moral Rights Infringement
Infringement generally

28.1 Any act or omission that is contrary to any of the moral rights of the author of a
work or of the performer of a performers performance is, in the absence of the authors
or performers consent, an infringement of those rights.

Nature of right of integrity

28.2 (1) The authors or performers right to the integrity of a work or

performers performance is infringed only if the work or the performance is, to

the prejudice of its authors or performers honour or reputation,
(a) distorted, mutilated or otherwise modified; or
(b) Used in association with a product, service, cause or
institution.
Where prejudice deemed
(2) In the case of a painting, sculpture or engraving, the prejudice referred to in
subsection (1) shall be deemed to have occurred as a result of any distortion, mutilation
or other modification of the work.
Leaves me this to contend with;
PART IV Remedies
Civil Remedies
Infringement of Copyright and Moral Rights
Copyright
34 (1) Where copyright has been infringed, the owner of the copyright is, subject

to this Act, entitled to all remedies by way of injunction, damages, accounts,

delivery up and otherwise that are or may be conferred by law for the infringement
of a right.

Moral rights

(2) In any proceedings for an infringement of moral rights, the court may grant to the
holder of those rights all remedies by way of injunction, damages, accounts, delivery up
and otherwise that are or may be conferred by law for the infringement of a right.

Costs

(3) The costs of all parties in any proceedings in respect of the infringement of a right
conferred by this Act shall be at the discretion of the court.

Summary proceedings

(4) The following proceedings may be commenced or proceeded with by way of

application or action and shall, in the case of an application, be heard and determined
without delay and in a summary way:
(a) Proceedings for infringement of copyright or moral rights;

Practice and procedure

(5) The rules of practice and procedure, in civil matters, the court in which proceedings
are commenced by way of application apply to those proceedings, but where those
rules do not provide for the proceedings to be heard and determined without delay and
in a summary way, the court may give such directions as it considers necessary in order
to so provide.

Actions

(6) The court in which proceedings are instituted by way of application may, where it
considers it appropriate, direct that the proceeding be proceeded with as an action.
(7) In this section, application means a proceeding that is commenced other than by
way of a writ or statement of claim.
Presumptions respecting copyright and ownership

34.1 (1) In any civil proceedings taken under this Act in which the defendant puts
in issue either the existence of the copyright or the title of the plaintiff to it,
(a) Copyright shall be presumed, unless the contrary is proved, to subsist
in the work, the performers performance, sound recording or
communication signal, as the case may be; and
(b) The author, performer, maker or broadcaster, as the case may be, shall,

unless the contrary is proved, be presumed to be the owner of the copyright.

Where no grant registered

(2) Where any matter referred to in subsection (1) is at issue and no assignment of the
copyright, or licence granting an interest in the copyright, has been registered under
this Act,

(a) If a name purporting to be that of

(i) the author of the work,

(ii) the performer of the performers performance,

(iii) the maker of the sound recording, or

(iv) the broadcaster of the communication signal

is printed or otherwise indicated thereon in the usual manner, the person whose name
is so printed or indicated shall, unless the contrary is proved, be presumed to be the
author, performer, maker or broadcaster;
Liability for infringement

35 (1) Where a person infringes copyright, the person is liable to pay such
damages to the owner of the copyright as the owner has suffered due to the
infringement and, in addition to those damages, such part of the profits that the
infringer has made from the infringement and that were not taken into account
in calculating the damages as the court considers just.

Proof of profits
(2) In proving profits,
(a) The plaintiff shall be required to prove only receipts or revenues
derived from the infringement; and
(b) the defendant shall be required to prove every element of cost that the
defendant claims. (Brings us back to the words of the CBRA and
Copyright Board of Canada included)
Since I consider myself the plaintiff: I'll use the inserted excerpt from the Licence
Agreement and the figures from Copyright Board File: Media Monitoring to
calculate revenues derived from the infringement. Since both had been clearly
admitted in these excerpts:

Ill sum it up like this; only the right holder of copyright is authorized to write licences.
It's also admitted that, unbeknownst to me, I was acting as TWN1 the individual who
had generated 95 cents out of every dollar made. And as the individual; am the
rightholder of copyright in where those infractions have yet to be acknowledged or
associated with the above noted copyright terms. Then the only term that really needs
to be relooked at is

35 (1) Where a person infringes copyright, the person is liable to pay such
damages to the owner of the copyright as the owner has suffered due to the
infringement and, in addition to those damages, such part of the profits that the

infringer has made from the infringement and that were not taken into account
in calculating the damages as the court considers just.

Proof of profits
(2) In proving profits,
(a) the plaintiff shall be required to prove only receipts or revenues
derived from the infringement;

As the plaintiff - I dont claim to have an exact amount yet using the above inserted
figures from the CBRA calculations . You too can gage just how much money Id been
deprived of. Since mathematics is a pure science and doesnt lie. Becomes crystal clear
as to how much money had been at stake, and it was much easier for the powers to be
just to fuck me out of it. Than to negotiate with the one who had generated 95% of it
all..
Although, at the time and without being privy to either the amendments coming into
force; the Act itself. Or in association with or for the matter to be in possession of the
stated Licence Agreement or Copyright Certificate. My drive back to the condominium
my mind had been consumed with the thought. Who could have been behind the
government authority that acted as the mysterious service provider. Furthermore, the
obvious ramification that would have unquestionably followed. After they read the
file that contained my version of the events that surrounded 9/11 with our neighboring
nation. Along with my criminal life story, including all the creative financing strategies
laid out in a step by step formatted draft manuscript. That in and of itself had become
part of the Financial Administration Act, The Bank Securities Act - Money
Laundering and Financial Crimes Strategy Act of 1998; just to name a few. Including
portions of the below H.R. 3162, that led to PL 107-56 the Uniting and Strengthening
America by Providing Appropriate Tools Required to Intercept and Obstruct Terrorism
Act; (Aka: the USA PATRIOT Act) was swiftly enacted by Congress on October 26th
2001. Which again just happened to be the same date
Listed as a premiere publication on my Copyright Certificate. How many of you now
think it's just a coincidence?
Whereby the inserted, give an indication to the time line surrounding publication;
[ Sponsor:

Rep. Sensenbrenner, F. James, Jr. [R-WI-9] (Introduced 10/23/2001)

Committees:

House - Judiciary; Intelligence (Permanent); Financial Services; International Relations; Energy and
Commerce; Education and the Workforce; Transportation and Infrastructure; Armed Services

Latest Action:

10/26/2001 Became Public Law No: 107-56. (TXT | PDF) (All Actions)

Major

10/25/2001: Passed Senate; 10/24/2001: Passed House.

Recorded
Votes:
Notes:

H.R. 3162, the USA PATRIOT Act, incorporated provisions of two earlier anti-terrorism bills: H.R.
2975, which passed the House on 10/12/2001; and S. 1510, which passed the Senate on 10/11/2001.
The provisions of H.R. 3004, the Financial Anti-Terrorism Act, were incorporated as Title III in H.R.
3162

With that, The USA PATRIOT Act established a host of new measures in response to
the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks on the U.S. to prevent, detect, and prosecute
those involved in money laundering and terrorist financing. All of which, or better yet
a number of provisions outlined in
DEPARTMENT OF THE TREASURY 31 CFR Part 103 RIN 1506AA26;
Financial Crimes Enforcement Network; Special Information Sharing Procedures to
Deter Money Laundering and Terrorist Activity
Thereof, had been originally authored and detailed in one form or another by me and
at the time had been Victorias highest profile parolee to date was the underlining
reason hiding my fear that I didnt turn on a computer for the next five years.
Again, not one of my smarter moves made in the past. Whereby, Id even been
questioned by many over the years as to why I did not call the police, or, at least,
mention it to my ex-PO. I dont know; maybe its because convicts dont call the cops,
or, at least this one doesnt; nor knows a solid one that has cried foul to the Man. My
brother from another mother and I joke about it at the time. Hed say, Do you know
the number to 9.1.1.? Id reply, Sure I do. You dial fuck you and deal with it like Tony
Soprano or Ray Donovan, with a 36 inch Louisville or a pistol. You know the old
saying, whats the distance between one man protecting his rights and another trying
to violate them? Shit, thats easy 9 mm. Yeah, yeah, I know I hear it all the time, as my
mother continues to preach it to this day. Thats not the attitude or behavior to have.
Maybe not, but then again, thats the Russian half in me and is why I have two
consecutive pen bits under my belt, and today am not practically interested in the
acquisition of a third as half my adult life had already spent in a cage.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r36OT6TsHOw&index=6&list=PLgjXjIAkwDcPzAI1PZCxUzyNoVXhR9sez

You see, back in the old days it was much simpler when a guy owed you money or
fucked you around. You simply rolled up, duct taped him and tossed his ass in the
trunk of your car. Usually, all differences were resolved before the ride was over.
However, I cant see that tactic faring too well for me in this day and age. If I pulled
into the driveway of 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. With the trunk of my car opened looking
for resolution from the head of that household for past discretions from previous
administrations. Although, then again, justice can have many forms of being
considered served. If you are reading this, then its nothing short of divine intervention
and a mere prophecy coming to fulfillment. Ill then consider it to be partly served.
Make no mistake about it. I have thought long and hard over the years. As to the
manuscript I wrote, how the Canadian Government without due cause, and in my
opinion with malice in heart. Illegally and without authority confiscated my praised
intellectual property and formulated trade secrets. And thus, shared my valued
memoirs without so much a care that I would suggest constitutes nothing short of
governmental espionage.
Moreover, to wait patiently only to bear witness to those papered words of mine,
evolve with grace and perfection over time. To have such a profound effect on the
world we share. Embedded in music, movies and TV series alike. To finally track them
down, neatly nested, and intertwined within legislation, regulations and in part within
two copyright acts. Is a personal accomplishment never before shared? With no other
rejoice gained, except for the self-fulfilled irony of it all as this electronic edition will be
either parsed or criticized. Nevertheless, it will literally put to the test while being
scrutinized by all. Whereby, the real perpetrators beforehand escaped the
accountability in the bearing of their shame.
Notwithstanding, the places Ive been, people Ive met, events Ive witnessed, parole.
My Parole Officers, the powers to be, the walk Ive walked, and even my version of the
events that surrounded the tragedy of 9/11. All neatly woven and deeply entrenched
in modern history as a revelation parse.
Factors and variables that cannot be disputed or denied as I continue to venture down
a path, with a stop in Giza. A city some thirty minutes west of the capital Cairo
standing before those massive structures, a biblical root and the foundation of

architectural perfection. Seemingly over time neglected, withered and dilapidated. A

telltale sign in it the aftermath of a society succumbs to its ruin within the political and
religious torment. A relentless force mightier than the gusting winds that propelled the
sands. Distinguished an eerie feel to the exfoliated air. A constant reminder that there
is no refuge from the mighty force of nature and her fight to reclaim as the will of God.
Witnessed in a test to the local panhandlers daily struggle. Over the warfare of
elements and each others individual resolve.
To secure a position of vantage in their quest to minimally serve the odd and ever
occasional tourist. Still interested as I in the historical significance that once was as it
slowly dwindles unnoticeable to the eye with a defeated disgusted. To think that
societies elect their government. From the ideology of a campaign. Ever believing they
had made a difference or for that matter, the right choice as cabinet members take their
place. Left at the end, with the same feeling from another administrations excuse as a
reason to justify the inability to match the hype of those inspiring promises made.
While contrary to a forged persona that the world sees.
Whereby today, the need to retell this story. Comes from a matured perspective after
years spent in prison. Similar to its existence lost and consumed in the middle of the
Saudi Arabian desert, and throughout the middle east for that matter. To finally find
harbor from behind my office desk amidst Thailands trilogy of religion embedded
peacefully within the local communities. A home away from home the anecdote recited
with the characters names, dates, and even the events itself. Precisely fashioned to give
cure and a unique flare continued in its obscurity chronological order that will enhance
the abstract and captivate the reader.
There is to be no apology given, or accepted. Nor would I even consider revisiting all
of my experience previously revealed in the first draft manuscript Confidence Man From the Other Side of Light, aka- Confessions of a Criminal Mind, Aka-Thomas The
Book. And now titled AFTERMATH What on Earth Is This World Coming 2.
Whereby, the liberated draft manuscript and all the genres related derivatives were
told by witnesses from different perspective. Notwithstanding that the real motivation
lies in the release brought on by events as they unfolded since the liberation and further

publications of my literary work. Complimented in point and confirmed in the

amended laws themselves. Established in the aftermath to insulate the actual
violation plainly committed by 3rd party commercial contractors, peace officers, and
government agents alike entrenched in and of itself within certain characters had fallen
from grace while frolicking on societys stage.

A Grudge

There could be shadow galaxies, shadow stars and even shadow people-Stephen Hawking

Five years earlier;

On a midmorning December day, the year 1996. I exited the United States of America
for the very last time via the Seattle Immigration Office after 35 years of on and off
residence. Officially the way itd been explained to me. After I watched the
Immigration Officer who conducted the Kangaroo Court. Cutup my Alien Card with
the largest pair of scissors that Id ever seen in my entire life. Was the stated fact that I
was not a United States citizen; and since I was officially a landed immigrant,
permanent resident that sported a couple of felony convictions. Gave them the right
that theyd exercised to deem me as an undesirable and the grounds used. To strip me
of the 1961 government issued Alien Registration Card #A12 669, 254, and deliver my
butt to Blaine Washingtons Boarder Crossing. After the United States Department of
Justice (DOJ). Back then officially the Justice Departments Immigration and
Naturalization Service conclude a non-contested formal deportation process.
Yet, not before my sphincter had been further violated by the greaseless probed
penetration. Whereby, the transport officers. Took it upon themselves to reach in and
with stealth liberated the last of my cash, two major credit cards, and my US Social
Security Card # 550-35-2593. As they conveniently made mention of this, after the fact
of course. That those items were the property of the United States and thus in their
mind. Authorized to slam it in sideways one last time dry and in doing so proverbially
murdered my ring piece while leaving my literal broke ass at the border.
Furthermore, in March 2003, the United States Immigration and Naturalization Service
was abolished and its functions transferred to the United States Department of
Homeland Security. The Executive Office for Immigration Review and the Board of
Immigration Appeals, which review decisions made by government officials under
Immigration and Nationality law, remain under jurisdiction of the Department of
Justice. Although, on that particular day, I had little choice as it seemed lately
everyone had been taking whatever they wanted, in any fashion possible and by any
means they saw fit, one piece at a time.

Left standing with my asshole still bleeding parse and holding nothing more than that
violated thought. Along with the so mentioned governments issued deportation order.
A freshly emptied wallet, and a tote bag, acting as my suitcase that contained what little
clothes I had left that also included a new pair of Ray-Ban Wayfarer Max
sunglasses. That I was quite surprised didnt get grip too.
Where Id been more than grateful for their oversight and chose to don proudly in step,
heading north of the 49th parallel. Yet to return to the land that I was raised. Only to
hear a faint mutter of welcome home at my back that descended swiftly through the
drifted air of my gait.
Heading along this, an uncharted path I thought to myself what the fuck another
quagmire I must face and chose an unconventional method of entry. As I bypassed the
Canadian Customs and Immigration Office Building all together and walked right
down the middle of the lane and straight into Canada with my head held high
unnoticed and unbidden. You see, on that mildly cold December day. The Canadian
Boarder Officials had seemed preoccupied while theyd contained their drug sniffing
dogs. That were poised beside a stationary Chevy Blazer, in where Id presumed the
driver could be none other than that poor bastard sitting on a bench. His head cradled
within handcuffed hands and the only one in tears.
Whereas the officers were more interested in him and for all intent and purpose, the
apparent contraband that either they had found or expected nested to be within his
vehicle before the embarrassment of that Drivers ill-fated journey. Where the aroma of
an illicit scent never concealed well enough from the sense of a trained canine. Than a
shadowed image hiding in plain sight, although superficially conceal behind a pair of
thick, black-rimmed designer shades. As the appearance of my reflected silhouette had
darted along. Shoulder swung luggage offset its development. Wishing then that in its
illusion had been packed full with whatever that stationed four-by had tucked away.
Before the team of border guards commenced their flamed assault. From a struck
oxyacetylene torch to the sight of a marching outline thatd projected across the
unsuspecting Chevrolets quarter panel. That in its presence had simply vanished
within the plume of smoke as it too escaped the wave of intensified melding heat.
However, today I wouldnt even consider smuggling dope that way as it would be a
fools move, a virtual Russian roulette. With the borders on both sides as tight as they

are, whereas customs officials have since employed very sophisticated detection
equipment. Including the art of urbane tactics being used. It's kind of like the border
protectors are being taught to think like real criminals. In where todays smuggler
continues to try their luck in such a manner. Or they're left with the option of manning
uncharted flights, shipping it via courier, or trying their hand at tunneling underground
and is why youre beginning to see and hear more and more of those types of
operations being detected at both the Mexican and Canadian crossings. Although today
a reflection of the past as I watch the different NatGeo shows of like kind being
televised from around the world. Including a show called Drug Inc. An inside look at
drug trafficking told by area drug dealers and a cancer as it spreads across America. If
one gets a chance its worth watching one or two episodes. Although, I cant show the
likes due to copyright.
Whereas, a lot has changed since the days of my drug smuggling escapades, and it's not
that hard to believe; as the media has turned a light on-very dark places. Although,
back in 1996 I just moseyed across with contempt in my stride and a silent dare yeah to
confront concealed within a non-refutable government issued a free pass home.
Relieved to be on the other side of the US Boarder and now standing on Canadian soil.
There were no TV cameras capturing footage. No producers, nor crew members
welcome me back, or for that matter offer me a ride either. Just me and that fucking
dark cloud that still ominously loomed over my head and am sure hovered in like kind
over the 49th parallel. With a raised hand, and from the other side of light, I proceeded
to hitch a ride north and begin another chapter of life from the context of fate.
Though, standing with my thumb out in a halfhearted attempt to attract the attention of
the oncoming traffic. The first car didnt even notice my efforts as the driver had his
head cocked down in the direction of his crotch. I dont know why, but at that moment,
I thought back to the last time I had a run in at the Board. In where Id been living in
Calgary at the time, and working on the oil rigs in the early eights. I was home on days
off and had convinced my mother to drive with me to Montana with the intent on
bringing back as much Coors beer that law allowed since that Colorado Springs
beverage wasnt available in Canada back then. Where I settled for ten (10) cases or
two-hundred and forty, twelve ounce cans that had been made available at the first
liquor store just on the other side of the Montana border crossing. In my thought

process. I surmised that having my mother in the car would be ideal cover and wed
never get jacked up trying to cross back into Canada. Sure enough, you know what
thought had brought. When you believe you farted but ended up shitting yourself.
When no sooner did I say, no to the Canadian Boarder Guards first question asked,
do you have anything to declare? Came. Do you mind stepping out of your vehicle
and opening the trunk? Talk about surprised. He immediately made a motion with a
hand. Where before I knew it my mother and I were quickly moved aside under an
armed escort and placed in separate rooms. While I watched the other officers tear the
car apart from a side window. Talk about shitting yourself. I thought for sure my
mother already had. Yet after intense questioning, threats of jail and impounding of the
family car. The officer was somewhat surprised when I told him that I had called ahead
and checked. And was informed that one could transport up to ten gallons of beer
without a permit. He seemed to soften a bit after that and was actually cool about
it. When he calculated the duty of caring the limit atop the cost of the beer came to just
over a buck a can. Shortly thereafter my mother and I left unscathed and headed home
in silence with a trunk full of very expensive suds. You know. To tell you the truth,
even though she hasnt mentioned that day since. I dont think my mother ever did
forgive me for that one either.
The reminiscent mental image in mind had brought a faint smile to my face. Where the
next vehicle must have sensed my ease, or felt sorry for me as the driver in the red jeep
had stopped and quickly asked if that was my Blazer over there getting cut up. Id told
the two occupants no seemed to ease their concerns and limited any further
questioning as the passenger held the door opened that allowed for me to jump in the
back. Where the rest of the trip was filled with their banter and rendition of the night
before and the time the two of them had spent in Seattle bar hopping while the smell of
stale brew slowly filled the cabin with each breath taken. As they too looked like
theyd pulled an all-nighter. Yet, the sour scent of suds swiftly changed to the pungent
aroma of skunk when the passenger, who turned out to be rather accommodating had
sparked a blunt of Northern BC Bud thatd been apparently concealed quite well.
Within two hits I too was trippin and was more than grateful to be abandoned outside
the New West Greyhound terminal although higher than a fucking kite. Where I
hurried inside to escape the rain witched had been fallen. However, dont really
remember when itd started and waited for both my buzz to subside and that fuckin
black cloud to quit pissing. While sitting there barely able to comprehend my own

name, let alone any rational thought. I fought desperately to contemplate the monkey
wrench thatd thrown itself into the cog of my wheel, and how was I to adapt,
overcome and persevere from that aspect of a newly hobbled existence. When Id
noticed just outside the station a drifting man. His wet salt and pepper gray matted
hair. Crowned a rugged hard, chiseled look. The few wrinkles I did notice seemed
etched on a face of stone that deceived his true age. The rest of his scruffy appearance
had been covered by blotches of the same color uneven stubble. That too had been no
telling when the last time saw a razors edge. Donned a shabby pair of Converse AllStars and as far as I could tell wore without socks, as his baby-toe had worn through
the side. Completed the soaked tattered khakis, weather faded, torn flannel shirt
cloaked with a green cut-out garbage bag. Impervious to the elements of Mother
Nature and a normal seasonal day for the Vancouver suburb. Though paid homage in
spades to the essence of Father Time, since none of us can stop the clock from ticking.
Although, the great ones seem to have the ability to slow it down some. And if you
believe in the theories of Stephen Hawking could possibly travel through it.
Unfortunately, when discerned this guys skills had long perished and seemingly hed
been content with just rummaging through garbage cans, although exhibiting
enthusiasm as if he were in search for lost treasure.
Whereby, his great relics had been worthily possessions formally strapped to a
shopping cart, teeming of a plastic bottle and aluminum cans. Compared to my
personal net worth, conveniently bestowed from a virtual ATM dispensing crisp
attitude gone bad from a disposition of occupied self-pity for this fortunate son who sat
among the crowd clinging to the cobwebs of clouded judgement and hands that filled
penniless pockets. As I watched through my bloodshot interrogating eyes a man
working diligently while delving trash and being satisfied with his current culture
stricken circumstance. Although, in my mind, stoned as I was. I only recognized a man
who had fallen on hard times and allowed for his life to slip through societys cracks.
Disposed of in the same manner, that he had chosen to eke out an existence. When our
eye finally met. Locked on becoming a passage into the soul and so on too unbearable
of a sight for me to fathom, as I had envisioned myself in his deeds. Though the reality
was, and at that time. That dude, although vagrant and undoubtedly homeless, pushes
a carted existence with verve through the unforgivingly hard streets of the lower
mainland. With potentially more money than I, was enough of a motivating factor

needed to send my broke ass out and into the parking lot. Talking to oneself on the
future demands required to get paid that day.
Moreover, interrupted though reflective light with insight from a whole nother
level. Where Id realize back then that Id glorified the parable of my crimes that began
with me hitting those glass double doors in full stride literally talking to myself. The
subconscious intent prior to the unasked borrowing of a crowbar, hammer, and
contrary to the beliefs rapped by one, even that looney I lifted from the back of that blue
ford truck. Used too temporary secure my tote bag in the terminal lockers. Whereby, I
followed the sound of my voice that guided my stride aimlessly down the same
forbidding streets directionless in a manner that that poor garbage can man had found
meaningless refuge. Solace from a predicament of similar prospect. If it hadnt been for
my cavalier demeanor that didnt confront me or that ray of light. Nor question the
path of its intense beam that relentlessly peeked its way through to form a break in
those ill-omened black clouds. Whereby, in its light, emulated a halo onto a godsend
red and white Canada Post Mailbox. Thus, suggested, a sign sent from above to reveal
its message that only I could comprehend. In where I quickly made good use of those
hand tools that I had temporarily acquired. As I popped the government box to induce
the ends to my current means obscured within the contents of the civilian mail. Upon
opening the first contained a birthday card and its gift of twenty-five Canadian dollars
sent, quickly eased the empty feeling I once had. The next, a letter folded around to
reveal one US credit card that the unsuspecting and unfortunate Ms. Poly an individual
who had just enjoyed her honeymoon on Whistler Mountain had sent an active Wells
Fargo Gold Card back to her daughter in the US. Although on that particular day
wrongfully intercepted. Along with a half a dozen other envelopes that when unsealed
contained, personal checks that were all drawn on different Canadian Financial
Institutions made payable to numerous utility companies throughout BC.
Although, to a keen eye the real value not in the signed cheques itself, unless it was
made payable to you of course. The wealth was in the information contained within
those printed words. Equipped moi with everything, I needed back then to walk into
those various financial institutional branches displayed and help myself to the
individuals hard earned cash. However, not before completing the ruse from the back
seat of a driven taxi. When Id amassed a new wardrobe of tailored Hugo Boss and
Armani while striding in laced crocodile that smoothly complimented the dress of my

con. Topped off with my penned hand exquisitely defined in gold and diamond
jewelry that I acquired to accent the endorsement from an Aurora fountain point
compliments of Wells Fargo.
As thered been no dissension putting that pen to paper and ultimately beautiful use of
those cheques by accessing five of the six accounts. Its venue thru forged institutional
banks withdraws slip that I notated in front of the unsuspecting bank tellers without
question. Whereas only one bank representative insisted that I produce valid
identification. At the end of the day and through a reflection of thought, my mind
toyed with misery in being chauffeur driven to a luxury hotel, before the following
morning business class boarding to Calgary. Whereby, I had attained a new designer
wardrobe and neatly netted over twenty-five thousand in cash and equally as much in
jewelry and accessories. All under four hours of my time. Only to intensely ponder the
suffering from the back seat of the limo ride, was in the sheer number of bottles and
cans that I wouldve had to acquire first and further hump up and down in a cart within
that time frame to be of similar stature.
The next day, I had a late checked out from the 5-star hotel around two. Bid goodbye to
the phone book ordered escort that Id spent the evening with changing my oil. That
too conveniently paid for with plastic belonging to Poly and headed towards the
airport. Where I spent the next couple of hours pounding a number of cocktails of rye
and water to combat the pounding in my head while waiting to board my late
afternoon flight. Yet prior too had conveniently visited the head to relieve myself of
both, a pool of consumed alcohol and cut-up pieces that spiraled clockwise in its vortex
of Poly-mers plastic card as the two disappeared from sight in the swishing sound
flushed.
Comfortably numb, the flight to the city thatd been the cradle of my birth. Seen from a
looking glass site well above the lite structures that in its illumination easily define the
city skyline. With the Captains, last verbal command over the crafts PA Flight
Attendants, prepare for arrival. The plane seemed to ease effortlessly down on a final
approach. The landing gear cushioned contact, under a thin blanket of freshly falling
snow covered the runway. With its ease made it virtually impossible to escape the
embrace of city center dazzled in lights. Glorified in honor that celebrates the birth of

Christ. The coming spectacle and of wandering inhabitants cuddled under the
increased snow driven force.
Prior to settling in for the evening. I too embraced the season of joy and the citys
giving spirit, while I made easily and unorthodox withdrawal from a local mailbox
before calling it a night. To rise the next morning with an incident in particular and the
intent to rock certain Calgary communities with my new found dubious in nature
exploits. Where I planned to attend a downtown financial institution as I had acquired
paperwork, i.e. Personal check drawn on that branch location from the night before
criminal exploits. You see, back then Id make it part of my ritual when Id venture out
late on those especially suited nights. Itinerant in its purpose. In the quest for my
hidden treasure locked away, yet conveniently place on street corners throughout
neighborhood subdivisions whereas Id given a whole new meaning to the term going
postal. For me, the logical choice proved to be Sunday nights. Whereby, I hit four or
five mailboxes throughout a predetermined target area on the last day of the weekend.
Usually, led to the early hours of the start of a brand new week. As I had surmised that
the average Joe would sit down during the early evening and pay their monthly
expenses before heading off to bed. Although not before dropping the self-addressed
envelope into the cornered red and white mini vault oblivious to the nemesis that lay in
wait. Surprisingly, and unfortunately over the years hadnt seemed to
subside. Although the media coverage has shined a well needed light. The deeds
embedded in the video clip are similar in nature, yet pale by comparison to the sheer
amount of mail carried in my bag at any one given time.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCbsg3-01Ic&index=19&list=PLgjXjIAkwDcPzAI1PZCxUzyNoVXhR9sez

Whereby, to the layman and for all intent and purpose as previously mentioned. Those
written cheques were already endorsed by the unsuspecting citizen to pay an
individual creditor were useless to the naked eye. Although to a skilled artist they
possessed all the personal and banking information needed for me to impersonate that
individual with intent. Where by now I had formed a working crew that consisted of a
female personal driver to chauffeur me about, that over time knew my every thought.
A night crew that would hit as many mailboxes for me as they could. Where I gladly
paid a hundred dollars each for the collected contents contained. Thus freeing up

valuable time needed for the preparation of other fraudulent activities as there is only
twenty-four hours in a day and I utilized every minute of it.
Where on one particular morning I attended a downtown RBC Bank and at the counter
I already had the withdraw slip filled out, but not signed. As I left that task to be
performed in front of, my preference being a very attractive young female
teller. Whereby my mounted approach had been always with confidence and the
sensually citing of her name in a pleasant friendly voice. Accompanied by undressing
eyes, and a mischievous grinned seductive comment on her attractiveness always a
very effective ice-breaker. Considering I too was dressed for success that fitted the
individual in question and the area location.
The now blushing bank representative was usually putty in my hands from that point
forward and very accommodating after being verbally played as I endorsed the
withdraw slip with an invitation to lunch if I hadnt been in a loving relationship. Setup my ace in the hole and additional cover to the ruse. Where I pre-positioned my
driver at the back of the bank watching my every move. And just as I hand over the
withdraw slip to the teller. My accomplice would have already engaged the speed dial
on her phone, and mine would ring.
The timing was not only crucial, it was everything. With the answered call. I continue
the misdirection when Id enter into a conversation by saying hi honey, followed a
quick wink at the teller; Your timing is impeccable as Im just at the bank now, and
how much did you want me to take out again? The teller usually over accommodating
did everything but lay out with her legs spread. Would just nod with a grin of
satisfaction, and a feminine look that would have otherwise suggested guilt. If she
interrupted the call to ask me for valid identification.
Instead, she simply directed her attention towards the signature file cards kept on
file. In where that is standard operating practices would be to inspect the name on the
withdraw slip against the account holders signature kept on file. The majority of time.
Id say ninety-six out of a hundred times Id hit it right on the mark. Yet, there have
been a few attempts at forging that certain individual's signature, wasnt exact. Then
the question would follow leaving me little option but to enter further into banter. In
the hope that I could talk my way around not having the required identification handy,

or leave the bank in a dead run. Which had happened on a few of those rare occasion
when the teller followed protocol.
Although in the astounding percent I had succeeded to dupe the bank clerk with
nothing more than dazzling bullshit. That left her to tend to the task indicated on the
withdraw slip. However, this particular bank teller wasnt convinced. As I watched
her thru probing eyes and with the phone at the ear. I mentioned to my driver,
Houston, we have a problem. As the teller had taken one too many looks at both the
file card and the endorsed withdraw slip that I penned. With her quizzical look. Her
head cocked sideways. Was enough for me to know that I failed in my forged attempt.
Fighting off the adrenaline from the Autonomic Nerves Systems -Fight or Flight mode
that just kicked in. Where knowingly she would have no choice but to interrupt my call
and demand that I produce the required identification as that would be
protocol. Although to my surprise. She had politely apologized for interrupting my
call and asked, Can you sign it in front of me again? The phone still tucked under my
ear I gave it my best shot. The teller not satisfied requested that I do it again. Finally,
after my third failed attempt. She just placed the signature file card down in front of me
where I had a clear view as to how it was signed. And with her index finger point, then
asked, can you just sign it as it is written here?
I fuckin near shit myself with that. Yet, I put the phone down on the counter, and eyed
the card. This time I stroked the signature with my best collage try. The RBC teller
semi-satisfied, mentioned, by the way you sign your name sure has changed over the
years, maybe next time youre in, you could fill out a new card and have it placed on
file. Followed an another apology for interrupting my call and proceeded to execute
the transaction requested. Walking out literally shaking my head. My driver had
witnessed the interaction from afar and she too was just as astounded as I. I figured I
must be blessed, and thanked the lord above for providing me with just over five
thousand dollars by the time I counted the Canadian cash. Exchanged the US currency
for Canadian and cashed both the US and Canadian dollar money orders. Left me with
a feeling of gratitude that can only be attributed for His divine intervention. As sheer
luck, isnt an emotion that can be addressed as such.

I remember when I started this tactic endeavor with absolute impunity for the better
part of a year maybe a year and a half. Without any suspension, or attracting any
unwanted heat or notoriety that Id been aware of. As I worked my magic with an air
of confidence that suggested anything but.
Whereas, I think my best day banking, as I called it using this method. I went nine for
nine with the tellers as everything clicked like clockwork. Having the ideal paperwork
from the get-go made it look easy. From an early morning fresh, clean start that began
right at nine. Worked straight through our usual daily lunch break and didnt finish
until all the area banks were closed for the day. Believe it or not. I was exhausted both
mentally and physically without exhorting any real manual labor what so ever, other
than stroking a pen to paper. Excluding the counting of fifty-two thousand eight
hundred dollars that I netted for the days efforts. Which didnt include the other
activities that were derived from particular documents also taken from certain
mailboxes prior to.
Since every box would usually contain not only endorsed cheques as mentioned, but
have one if not more pre-approved Credit Card application that were being sent for
processing. Where I'd meticulously open the application using an X-Acto knife, then
exactly matches the color pen used to re-route the card for my next door neighbor. As
all credit card apps would have a box to fill in. If address is different from
above. Where I on hand would redirect accordingly and three weeks to a month later.
Be on the lookout for the mailman in question who would be so kind making his
unsuspected daily delivery. Credit cards would begin to show up one at a time. Back
then all you need was a payphone and the info on the application to activate the card. I
chose never to wait around for the pin numbers to arrive. Since Id rack that card in a
matter of hours let alone the days or weeks needed for a pin number to be processed
and delivered.
However, somewhere over the rainbow, I had decided to throw caution to the wind and
expand my horizon while not to leave a fraud stone unturned so to speak. In where I
evolved and adapted my technique and tactics used in this criminal endeavor that were
unprecedented at the time and for that matter to this day.

With the use of purchase orders, accounts from nearly every home builder, and
furniture and appliance outlets in the numerous cities in Alberta and British
Columbia. Established personal bank accounts, open lines of credit. That Stemmed
from the identification extracted from what I assumed had to be a lost wallet. That I
came across outside a Keg restaurant laying in the street gutter. You see, in our usual
daily banking activities. I thought it proper to treat the crew to an afternoon lunch at
some of the citys finest restaurants. In where it wouldnt be fitting if one had to pay for
such an excursion in the traditional sense. Although an exception to the rule would
apply in my line of work at the time. Where all extracurricular activities were paid
using a variance of methodical fraudulent plays.
Where in its ruse Id call in and reserved a table over the phone using a card number.
Insisting the cashier run the card for five hundred dollars first to save any unforeseen
embarrassment that may arise. That sum became a learned standard overtime was
always unquestioned at every steak house or higher end restaurants throughout the
city. Whereas, I and the driver would show up first and properly be seated at the
reserved table by the hostess. Followed by the crew members entry minutes
later. Wed start with a round of drinks within its ruse was the fact that we were
waiting for our boss to show who happened to be the individual whose name was on
the credit card receipt I used to secure the table. Waiting for the ideal moment. As I
could always tell when our server would start to get antsy. A quick nudge to my
driver, who in turn would hit the speed dial on her phone. When my phone rang. Id
answer just loud enough to attract the servers attention. In where Id say something to
the effect that its our boss and was sorry to hear that hed been delayed at work, or in a
meeting and inevitably wasnt going to make it. But for us to go ahead and enjoy our
lunch with the added comment that I was supposed to leave a healthy tip for any
inconveniences caused. Once our server heard that tidbit, always produce a head nod
or cracked a smile. With that it's Bon Appetite. After a hearty lunch and enough
alcohol to catch a buzz. The bill has been usually a couple hundred never more than
three. Id leave a fifty for the tip, and since the card was already approved for five
hundred. Id walk out with a full belly, a nice alcohol buzz and every bit of a couple of
hundred in cash.
Although, one day while exiting the restaurant. I just happen to be parked in the right
place at the right time and notice a black wallet lying in the gutter with my name on it.

I casually picked it up. The true identity belonging to a thirty-year-old man with
blonde hair and blue eyes. Who stood five feet eight inches and weighed a hundred
and sixty-pounds. I on the other hand, was thirty-eight, six feet two inches tall and
weighed two hundred pounds. Didnt seem to confront me or the lady at the Alberta
Registry for that matter. Where in less than 20 minutes and forty-two dollars later. I
emerged with my face attached to his identity and the means that temporally destroyed
that poor-boys credit rating within a week.
Ill suggest it took him every bit of two years to clear up what I stared in a day. As I
opened five separate bank accounts at different institutions in his name on day one.
And in the same breath applied for instant credit using 1 of 2 brand new Motorola Star
Tac cell phones acquired, including a service plan to boot. Where, after four calls
placed in the traditional TV, stereo and discount furniture stores throughout the city, I
netted $35,000 in merchandise. On day two, I made two deposits in each of those five
bank accounts with factious payroll cheques totaling five thousand dollars in each
account. Multiplied that $30,000 a day for 3 consecutive days equaled $90,000 of
creating income. Before the banks discovered the illusion I fashioned. I withdrew all
the funds. Include the items obtained via instant credit. I pocketed $107,000 in four
days of effort and the initial $42 invested into the identification. Dont get me wrong. I
paid the piper in a roundabout way for that one. When using one of his accounts to
cash a cheques for a friend. The cheques itself turned out to be stolen. I chalked it up to
Karma. Although, while in handcuffs the arresting cop had me speak to the real Greg
Manley. Needless to say he was actually the one crying on the other end of the phone,
although, I was the one on the way to jail. I took comfort knowing that at least I offered
my condolences to the nightmare I help cause. When I provided him with clear and
decisive instructions for him to follow that would overcome his current dilemma.
Remember, I drew the map. So I knew the short cut home.
Released from custody under my own recognizance and waiting for justice to be served.
Only fueled my thirst while opening my eyes. Where I tried to quench the
unquenchable with a drink from the purchase order fountain. Armed with (PO) book
in hand that I bought for $2.25 from Office Depot. Led me directly across the street and
into a Home Depot. Where I killed two birds with one stone so to speak. At the time I
already possessed an in house GE credit card used by Home Depot, although max out
as it long ago reached its available credit limit. However, I never embark on a quest

without due diligence as prior to these purchases I already met a dude named Reno,
who had made contact with me through another friend of a friend with the offer to an
RBC Gold Card. That he claimed a kid had used at his club for one drink, then split
without paying the tab.
Figuring the card must have been stolen, He absorbed the drink tab and made contact
with me before doing anything with the gold card. Once in my hand, and a phone call
later. It was on like fuckin Donkey Kong. In less than two hours I added another
another seventy-five thousand dollars to the coffer. That act solidified our relationship
by becoming good friends, including a further working relationship that followed when
he needed help with the purchase of building supplies for his new club called the
Glass Penthouse.
And thus, with the addition of Renos material list and that PO book in hand, Home
Depot here we come. I began to accumulate the item requested that I calculated to be
$7000 in my cart. While I was roaming the store and filling the shopping cart
accordingly. I handpicked a cashier named Cindy who each time I passed her while
working her assigned checkout counter. Offered a well inviting smile. I returned in
kind, while I further looked for a method of payment. I thought the in store card that I
possessed even though, would prove embarrassing if used it in the traditional sense
could still have value. Id stop to by the service counter adjacent from Cindys register.
Where customer service manager Steve had quickly put the kibosh on the use of the
PO book before taking a call, and from the tone in his voice appeared to be an unhappy
customer. Didnt confront me as the blessing was well disguised.
With a full shopping cart and Cindy staring at me with that pretty smile. I knew my
opportunity had just presented itself. And for those of you that know me. My
definition of an opportunity, is when preparation and circumstance meet.
In stride to make Cindys acquaintance, I glanced at the clock on the wall indicated the
current time 11.57 am. I felt that the administration staff would take their regular lunch
at noon. So I approached her checkout counter with minutes to spare. After
exchanging pleasantries. I kept a close eye on the clock, and watched Cindy scanning
the items in my cart, that when finished totaled $7,300. I handed her the maxed
card. She followed suit and swiped it accordingly. Sure enough produced the message,

Call for Authorization. Again she followed suit and pick up her phone. I
immediately went into my ploy that Steve had already instructed me on what to do.
She just smiled and continued to wait for someone to answer.
Praying that I was right, I mentioned to her while she waited on the phone. That's all
she had to do was key in the five-digit number from the PO book as she had already
witnessed me speaking to Steve at the business center.
I wasnt completely lying to her as she did see me speak to Steve. Although wasnt
privy to his rebuttal. In where he had confirmed that my card was maxed out. And
since I have not had an active PO account setup that the book in hand was no good to
use. In where any purchases I made would require cash for all transactions.
Oblivious to that part of Steves conversation with me. She nodded yet continued to
wait for an answer from above. I knew once somebody answered. I would be finished
in such an embarrassing manner and just couldnt go out like that. With a piercing
glance, I stared from her face to her breast, my darting eyes moved seductively back
and forth. Hoping nobody would answer that fucking phone. In where those few
minutes felt like a lifetime. Yet after repeated looks, I literally undressed her with my
eyes. Ever so accommodating, she arched her back in such a manner that gave me a full
view of her tits that she so proudly sported. I glanced up for a moment to see her
blushing. An even quicker look down I saw her erected nipples protruded through her
blouse. I knew I had her. She hung up the phone and with her free hand, she placed on
mine and asked, What did Steve say to do? I thought to say, suck my dick. But
figured shed catch that one. So I settled for instructing her to key in the five-digit
number atop the PO book. While she tended to keying in the numbers. Id filled out
the PO in an appropriate manner with the resisted ticketed price. My assumption
proved correct. When the register illuminated, APPROVED. She smiled and said,
well, I learned something new today. I replied, so did I. Followed by a nod of my
head, and a smile to match the fucking hard-on that bulged in my jeans.
Satisfied beyond any sex I ever had. Although I did fantasize about Cindy a time or
two over the next seventeen visits. As the two of us read each others mind while I
worked that store, and her over daily. To, the ill-fated morning came when she and I
were half way through foreplay. Cindy while working effortlessly as always was

tapped on the shoulder for her scheduled break. I knew I was fucked yet, try
hopelessly to convince her replacement. The same methods that I had taught Cindy.
Unfortunately, this girl wasnt having any of my shit, or she was a full blown man haten
lesbian. Either way, when the authorization department had answered. All I heard
over the stores PA. Cindy to aisle twelve, Cindy youre needed on aisle twelve
immediately. Fortunately, Id already witnessed Cindy and a colleague walk out the
store together. So I knew she wasnt anywhere on the site to hear her name being
paged. By now the store manager had arrived on the scene and since it wasnt Steve I
managed to dodge another bullet. Though I had no choice but to follow the direction of
the stores manager where he promptly confiscated my card. Then physically walked
me out the same door that Cindy and her friend just exited. Where to date I never
returned to that Home Depot nor did I ever see Cindy again. Although, hindsight
being 20/20 and all. I was more than grateful to exit on my own accord as it had been a
good run while it lasted as I did manage to acquire 80% of the material my buddy
needed for his project and in doing so pocketed every bit of $77,000 in just over two
weeks. I often wondered over the years what ever happen to Cindy. As I thought for
sure, she would have been canned. Only later, while having Thanksgiving Dinner at
my drivers parents house. Did I find out that the Home Depot she was working. Was
in fact the same one my drivers brother had worked. I thought, what a small world.
In where after our introduction. Hed asked, are you the Tom Welch? I replied, I
am a Tom Welch, but dont know if I am the Tom Welch you seek. I sat there with a
smile on my face as he rambled on about the story behind the infamous Tom Welch.
He figured out real soon that it was me and afterwards, had mentioned that when the
Home Depot HQ completed an After action Review and assessed the risk. Elected to
make a training video to combat what I did. So low and behold if they didnt fire
Cindy, instead, promoted her and further cast her as the lead role in that production. I
thought, what the fuck I made a star out out of her. I suppose the next time I pass
through; Ill have to make sure to ask for an autograph.
Whereby Farther Time has no master. the clock ticked and the years passed me by.
Id self-assessed my attitude, as it was solely responsible for my actions, my addiction
and undoubtedly my outspoken demeanor; and as I saw it, was the essence in the three
verses from the song, All Along the Watchtower.

[Verse 1]
There must be some way out of here Said the joker to the thief;
Theres too much confusion, I cant get no relief,
Business, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth
[Verse 2]
No reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are many among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, weve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely, now
The hour is getting late
[Verse 3]
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside, in the distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl
A classic song from Dylans John Wesley Harding. The meaning is cryptic; there have been
theories about it being about everything from the Vietnam War for Armageddon. Some critics
have noted parallels with Isaiah 21:5-9:
5: Prepare the table, watch in the watchtower, eat, drink: arise, ye princes, and anoint
the shield.
6: For thus hath the Lord said unto me, Go, set a watchman, let him declare what he
seeth.

7: And he saw a chariot with a couple of horsemen, a chariot of asses, and a chariot of
camels; and he hearkened diligently with much heed:
8: And he cried, a lion: My lord, I stand continually upon the watchtower in the
daytime, and I am set in my ward whole nights:
9: And, behold, here cometh a chariot of men, with a couple of horsemen. And he
answered and said, Babylon is fallen, is fallen; and all the graven images of her gods he
hath broken unto the ground.
Whereas, only Mr. Dylan knows for sure the meaning behind his lyrics.
Whereby, even though this song stands the test time and in its ambiguity unmistakably
one of Dylans very best. The inconclusiveness for others will continue to be debated at
length. Ill surmise that regardless if your talents lie as a business man, a plowman a
joker, prince or thief, no one is the owner of a perfect perspective on reality, as it is in
and of itself just varied perceptions of the truth.
I realized that there was no glory in what I did, as I was nothing more than a selfabsorbed, selfish, greedy man who needed to justify my crimes by underplaying my
role as a criminal. Where I exploited business and their procedures. Subjugated aspects
of the Canadian Postal System and violated citizens and their right to privacy in
stealing personal mail. Preyed on the honesty of Bank Tellers. Found weakness in the
day to day routine of Canadian Financial Institutions that I had abused and exposed.
Played in the format within Insurance companies, and, of course, lets not forget the
demoralization of the unsuspecting and undeserving local citizen. Whereby the
molestation is an emotional invasion not a romantic dance, leaving scars that will take
time to recover, dependent of course upon each persons personal fortitude and the
number of hoops that their financial institutions will make them jump through to
reaccredit their account.
Within the real story lies. Were all victims of a system that I manipulated and had been
able to implement at will. Whereby, in those two years, I spent carrying a chip on my
shoulder the size of the Gibraltar. Buying into the irremediable comforts from the
melting of the metaphorically larger boulders blazed through a straight shooter from
the heat of butane flame. With each exhale, a plume of a billowing cloud of toxicity.
Rolling and spinning aimlessly through open air, in the same manner, that I wandered

through society. With each hit, a trip where the mind enters the closed confines of the
paranormal twilight zone. Where one hit had been one too many, and the next hundred
never seems enough to quench the unquenchable. A torrid thrust destined for
destruction only a parched pallet to remind one of the battered tasted of gloom and
doom. The body dehydrated. Clothes rung wet of salted sweat. Stumbling along the
line of loneliness, teetering around a vertical pole of genius thru insanity, how one
didnt succumb the only God knows. The mind playing tricks of delusion, brilliance,
paranoia, all in an attempted path to self-destroy. Where will it end, willfully out of
ones depth, submerged in dread, drowning never to realize that reality only a slip
away?
Years wasted jumping over the insurmountable dollar while chasing the ever elusive
thin dime? Ever compromising my family, friends, freedom, and moral integrity and at
its addictive chemical peak. Conditioned beyond conditioning to go without a wink of
sleep for an unbelievable 76 days. Where the average man would have long ago died. I
never felt more alive, although appeared to be the walking dead. Delusions, you
think! Shit, my delusions were having delusions of twisting words taking shape with
every stroke the pen laid to paper. Became the pages; as I wrote the book of
grandeur. Where the demons swung from above, the shadow people clung to the trees.
Demonic, an offering from the other side of light. With every suggestion came a
predominant form of guidance. Mirrored isotope compatible with the Johnny Deeps
portrayal of Hunter S. Thompson Fearing and Loathing in Las Vegas. Hell at one
point, I would have sworn hed written that movie from the above part of my life. A
life, embarked on a savaged journey. A fraudulent, criminal rampage filled with ever
creating forms of a Picasso. Where I coined Research in Motion before Blackberry
was born; articulately disguised as Poetry in Motion. Finding new ways to push the
envelope of manipulation to unprecedented levels of self-pity. With each passing day,
accumulating more and more criminal charges while consuming toxic levels of cocaine,
and ecstasy only to find rest in the Pam family, be it Diazepam or Clonazepam washed
down with the side of Temazepam and as much alcohol as I could consume in any
given day. Only to wake to relive and recreate the same disgusting path knowing full
well that Id pushed moral ontology well beyond the deontological conscience. Where
only an institution insight could intervene the many failed attempts at drug rehab, at a
time in my life one would rather forget. However, for me, it was just what this doctor
ordered impersonating Dr. Novak or Dr. Anderson, a prescribed destined journey

without end in sight, or a cure for my insatiable hunger. Penned the line as a map to
destination sanity. I was blind, while seeking an uncertainty exuding a deportment
colder then solidified oxygen. But now I see the useless path filled with disgusting
misery, negativity, pain, suffering, haltered, jealousy, envy, spite. The emotional
kindling needed to ignite the flame within. Whereby, the steel of a man is tempered by
the fires of adversity
December 1998 the end of individual insanity, and probable death. I was lost but now I
was found once again behind bars and entering prison. Nothing like Texas, yet prison
all the same. Another enrollment in advanced education, yet in society a Federal
mandated attempt at rehabilitation from hypocritical government officials hoping
beyond hope that their program(s) actually make a difference.
Bullshit. There is not a program designed that will cure, change, help, or solve ones
problems. The only cure is not a cure at all. It comes down to self-awareness. A brutal,
no holds barred approach to look deep within your own consciousness. A realization
that for one to get better, you need to be brutally honest. You must be sick and tired of
being sick and tired seen virtually as a verge of desperation. To accept and understand
its principle that the directed approach are plateaus not to be lost in despair. When
cognized is the path thru forgiveness that for me had been the quintessential key to the
unlocking of my mind and obtaining a life of fulfillment.
1) Awareness: That ones life will encounter problems.
2) Acceptance: - To understand that no pill, program, or another person is a cure to the
problems encountered.
3) Desire: - To change from within.
4) Drive: - Never to say never; since quitting was never an option.
5) Determination: - To shed persona, dig deep, expose, unafraid, and unashamed in the
relentless search for the truth that lies within.
6) Dedication: - In oneself to achieve the impossible is not improbable, as the truth will
set one free.
7) Discipline: - Simple, Its either discipline or regrets.
Hence: Self-Awareness: - The above not a cure, nor program. It was in and of itself part
of the path I walked. Uncovering the underlying stone of fear, which consisted of its
fundamental pebbles and nuggets beginning with pain, hate, regret, shame, jealousy,
envy, helplessness, courage, empathy, compassion, peace, and finally love. These, then,
emotions or state of consciousness transformed from personal issues that only I could,

and needed to address, encounter, move, set aside and/or stepped over. Became the
key to the awareness needed and thus the ability to control my actions, as well as my
addictive behavior through forgiveness. That for me needed to be unconditional in
nature. Im fully aware that my philological methodology or told anecdote may or may
not relate to anyone else other than moi. Although shared, will not only shed some
light, but offer a lifeline to another,
Lost souls still swimming in a fish bowl year after year.
For each of us someday, well all face our end. There will be no more sunrises, hours,
minutes or days. Any plans and to do lists will expire. All the things you collected,
whether treasured or forgotten will pass to someone else. Your wealth, fame or power
will become irrelevant. It wont matter what you owned or sold. The wins and losses
that once seemed so important will fade away. It wont matter where you came from,
or what side of the tracks you lived; at the end, it wont matter if you were beautiful or
brilliant, your gender or skin color will be irrelevant too. So what will matter? How
will the value of your days be measured? What will matter is not what you bought, but
what you built; not what you got but what you gave.
What will matter is not your success, but your significance.
What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught. What will matter is
every act of integrity, compassion, courage, or sacrifice that enriched, encouraged, and
empowered others.
What will matter is not your competence, but your character.
What will matter is not your memories, but the memories that will live on in those that
love you. ......
All in All.
What does matter is
LOVE.

Prosecuted or Persecuted
(Better yet, just fucked-over)

Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors -Eugene ONeill

Expectations mounted with each passing second Id been confined to the court holding
cell. Although seemingly without the anxiety brought on by the emotional fear that one
would otherwise expect under the circumstances. Psychoanalyzing my current state of
mind. Id contribute my sentiment to the countless times previously conditioned by the
system while being subjected to the court process.
Whereby, today thered be no hidden suspense to this sessions procedure as it was
little more than a formality. When knowingly Id stand and face the music already
played. A virtuoso historical performance thatd been scored by one. When the
holding cell door opened. I was summoned under an armed escort and led in shackles
to be secured by its position. Where I sat unaccompanied and uncomfortably cuffed
from the prisoners orchestra pit. No sooner situated the court clerk echoed, all rise.
I stood under the help from the Bailiff as the Judge appeared from a side door and said,
please be seated. I just smiled at the Bailiff and sat back down on my own accord
without waiting for any assistance to be offered.
The platform was set. The encore performance was now in session on societys legal
stage. All quiet as those in attendance had their attention held to the sound of a sharply
trained voice. While the crown prosecutor presented the joint submission from
behind an open mic. Assured that the audio transcript would capture a vivid recital
that confronted the current offenses meticulously alleged. Allowed him momentary
pauses presenting the disclosure, to accomplish the unduly task of rehashing over
previous court transcripts. That dictated the events that surrounded a fifteen month
(15) Conditional Sentence Order that Judge Maloney had recently imposed. Some two
months earlier on October 2nd, 1998, that was in part severed in the community.
Subsequently suggested in the prosecutions soliloquy would now lie in lieu of a
breach.

Soon to be supported from the evidence given in testimony from the lead detective
Constable Dave Jennings of the Calgary Police Department. Whereby, his spoken
words would all but seal my fate. As the overzealous office was anxiously waiting in
the wings; with a look of determination that would suggest that my credulous goose
was about to be cooked.
With the opposing lawyers standing at the head of the court bench. The unavoidable
administrative task had witnessed the court clerk passing called files from its stack that
had been shuffled amongst learner friends. The intermittent nod followed jotting pens
had been an indication that we were still on track and all was well. Except for the
occasional glance the court clerk shot my way said otherwise; as the look she gave
could have been the one that killed the unsuspecting.
The longer I sat watching them work, the pile of court files grows smaller and smaller.
As the mass dwindled before my eyes. I grew more and more confident that there were
no hidden charges consequentially pending. And thus escape being prosecuted for my
criminal creativity prior to the October rendition date. Mesmerized by the repetitious
movement of court files, thus passed. I allowed my mind to drift from the courtroom.
To reminisced over those months in question where officially Id already been in
custody since early January. Where in the 10 months incarcerated at the Calgary
Remand Centre (CRC) did little to deter my entrenched criminal behavior. Only
inspired my resourcefulness from behind bars the morning I was assigned a unit
cleaner role- a trustee of sorts. Whereby, the luxury allowed for me to roam the unit
freely. Tending to other convicts needs; while the other two unit cleaners would keep
busy tidying up the common area, and sanitize the communal showers. My task had
been to brand my talents marked. That in the effort would satisfy the desires of the
other guys locked up. In part saw me off to the races with yellow pages in hand, and
the uninterrupted access to free local phone calls. That Id mastered in the presence of
the Jailhouse ruler.
I recall initially I tested the waters so to speak. When I began to offer a selected few
who were confined to their cells. Became otherwise the ability to reach out and touch a
loved one with a simple gestured gift sent from within lockup. Be it a box of famous
Dutch chocolates, followed an FTD floral arrangement of their choice. That
sometimes consisted of specialized gifts, that had been left to the convicts fancy. Since

the cost to them came at a remanded discount rate. Which soon became an affordable
indulgence utilized by fucking near ever guy housed in our unit at one time or another.
You see, even though the law claims one is innocent until proven guilty. Society in and
of it already disgracefully labeled a confined man. Thus tagged, does not diminish our
pride. And yes, contrary to certain beliefs of the ignorant. Literally spoke volumes to
both the satisfaction given to one of society's outcasts. And to the heartfelt surprise
anticipated when his special family member had been met with a bouquet, consisting of
a dozen Red Roses laced with Angle Breath. Touched off by being hand delivered in a
crystal vase complimented by its greeting on the handwritten card. That on occasion
had been accompanied with an exquisite gift sent by Goodfellas thatd spared no
expense. Be it a gift sent for a birthday, anniversary, or especially on Mothers Day.
Notably the busiest morning Id spent in those ten months where I successfully placed
in excess of fifty orders over the CRC phones.
Thatd skyrocketed soon after my first weekly visit from my then driver. Who
unfortunately needed to take on a legitimate job, though turned out ideally during the
months Id been locked away. As her employment at a local liquor store provided her
access to numerous credit card receipts from completing transactions. That she
willingly copied and further visually provided me. Upon those thirty minute visits
spent between plates, safety glass booths. Came literally hundreds of usable Visa,
MasterCard and American Express card numbers from her work. Once in my hands
had soon amounted to more time spent shopping the yellow pages were my instructed
fingers had done the walking. Amount to thousands upon thousands of the easiest
dollars ever made from a simple phone call being placed. Since I too did all the talking.
Where those conversations had soon evolved thereafter. To accommodate the different
types of orders sited for the selected items desired by my hoodlum clients. Varied from
cell phones, computer electronics, household furniture, household items, mattress, and
bedding. Appliances, building lumber, plywood, drywall, carpet, tile, hardwood
flooring, interior /exterior paint. Kitchen cabinets, counter tops, and bathroom fixtures.
Roofing material, that also included, riding lawn mowers, hand tools, power tools,
automotive engines, auto parts. And lets not forget car and truck tires, custom rims.
Gift certificates of any type, restaurant equipment and even food and liquor used to
supply certain restaurants. All in all, at the cost of 50 cents on the dollar when
delivered.

You name it. I fucking got it within twenty-four hours if it was listed in the phone
book. As I left the article to be ordered to the imagination or business needs of my
clientele. The service I offered was virtually fool proof to them and had gotten to the
point with the excessive commands. I needed to employ two drivers working full time
picking up merchandise that had been ordered over the remand phones.
Even though the odds of probability were in my favor, nothing lasts forever. Whereas,
all good things must come to an end. Unfortunately, when one day I made a call to a
computer store that had been questioned by the salesman after the fact. Where in his
due diligence confirmed his suspension and he notified the police of the suspected
fraud taking place. I had already warned both my drivers ahead of time to be very
attentive when approaching any given store and to expect the unexpected. As a
telephone play could go sideways at any time. Even though I try to minimize the risk.
One can never eliminate the unforeseen hazard that can arise between the time I place
the call ordering a specific item to be pickup. Where the challenges I faced after making
first contact. Had been to convince the salesman at the time to secure the item with the
use of a credit card number offered while I waited on the line. Further, after he ran the
card number in the stores credit card terminal. Request that the unsuspecting salesman
repeat the authorization code given on the receipt back to me for my records. All of
which needed to be without raising any suspicions from the clerk during the call itself.
Considering I had no idea of the current status of the card. Or, in the event that the
sales rep had been too busy to process the order at the time I placed the call. That had
been the case on more than one occasion. Where the store clerk had asked for a contact
number to call me right back when free. Needless to say, that has been an impossibility
since the phones in any jail that Ive been in dont allow for incoming calls. Only added
to the bullshit in my banter. That I needed to create on the spot to eliminate the
requested contact number to be provided or any of their qualms that may arise in doing
so.
Wasnt the case to be when my diver entered the electronic superstore that day. The
salesman that had taken the initial call immediately pounced on her and had
summoned the cops before she even signed the credit card receipt. Talk about premature ejaculation! Needless to say when the cops did arrive. They couldnt charge my
driver with any criminal offence, as she had done nothing more than enter the store
premises and mention a name. I could only imagine what the three of them were

thinking at the time and the look that was left on their faces as they could nothing but
watch her tight little ass walk right out the front door. Im sure the cops before leaving
the store themselves had properly schooled a red faced salesman with cum stained
jeans on what to do next time. Yet, in the sake of fairness, not all cops are donut eating
dummies, and when these two officers had recognized who she was. We're quick to
put two and two together. Surmised that Id been the mysterious male voice and
because of my location had placed the call from inside CRC. Which immediately
brought the heat with me when the bulls rushed in. Had me striped searched while
they examined my cell for any evidence that would have tied the two together. And
thus would have been more than enough evidence to nail my ass to the cross.
However, sensing that there must have been a problem. When I was unable making
contact with my diver at the prescribed time. To ensure that the pick-up went well, and
where to drop off the sought after laptop. I was one step ahead of them and had
already cleaned my house. Where I watched in amusement as the Remands Director
paid me a visit and threatened to have charged me. Supported by his claim that theyd
recorded my voice, placing that particular call. I listened further as he chastised me
from up one side and down the other for my actions while under his watch. Smiling on
the inside since I knew the Director, who was obviously pissed-off and embarrassed.
Disguised a bluff in his vented anger. Because if they did have a digital recorded copy
of my voice making such a call. Then Id be facing members of the Calgary City Police,
and not the Remand Centres Goon Squad ripping my cell apart. With that, I played the
duck on the outside when accused by Director Erickson. Although, knew that my
shopping spree from within CRC had come to its end.
Yet the real satisfaction wasnt the money made in those months or how I made it for
that matter. Although, dont get me wrong. The ability to glean cash from jail is in a
league of its own and is twice as sweet as money earned traditionally. Where I recall
one day after I successfully secured a $50,000 order over the phone. With the obvious
use of a card that had an exceptionally high credit limit associated with the number.
The guard unit, who just happened to be a white shirt, a shift supervisor had asked
me as I passed in front of his desk. How you doing today Welch? My rebuttal from
over a shoulder, purely platinum Boss, purely platinum.
Where days like that had allowed for me to cover the month to month financial costs
needed to maintain a life on the outside. Thus eliminated the pressure and made for

doing time much easier. The real gratification was the rush in and itself. Since Ive
always said, the Action is the Juice and is the root core of it all. Became the concept
fundamentally encompassed in the original literary prose drafted throughout my
manuscript over the course of my federal incarceration and community supervision
from the onset back in 1999.
Where over the next seventeen years the derivatives composed thereof became a
symphony Per se methodically played-out in the real world thru contrasting genres
that is uniquely recapitulated in this rendition.
An inimitable combination, a self-defined redirected sonata form. That Id adapted
from the traditional sonata form. Where on one side you have the most dramatic and
influential musical structures of the Classical era (1750 - 1820). Its strict organizational
formula satisfied the Classical era need for balance after the excesses of the Baroque era.
It is sometimes called sonata-allegro form because it was often marked to be played at
a fast (allegro) tempo, as well as to distinguish it from the sonata, a specific genre of
music, rather than a form. Sonata form was typically used for the first and sometimes
the last movements of multi-movement works, such as concertos, symphonies, sonatas,
and string quartets. During the Romantic era, the form also often appeared in tone
poems, overtures, and other one-movement symphonic works.
Whereas, in its adapted form consists of three main sections - exposition, development,
and recapitulation - and will include an optional coda at the end. In the exposition,
the main melodic ideas, or themes, are introduced thru exposing its pieces. There are
usually two contrasting themes. The first theme is always in the tonic key so to speak,
or in other words written by me the only original author. A short, modulatory passage
called a bridge leads to the second theme, which is in a related but dissimilar key.
After closing with a strong cadence in the new key, the exposition is repeated verbatim
so that the listener hears and the articulate can read each of the melodies twice. This
repetition is important, because these themes will return in other sections.
In the developers section, these themes are explored and dramatized and is in essence
where the action is. In this section, remember that I mentioned that the action is the
juice and thus the music of it all modulates to foreign keys, new themes appear, and the
melody often sounds or is visually much like an improvisation. It is exciting and vivid,

and in this case sends both the listener and the reader on a whirlwind aural journey that
is loosely based on the themes established in the exposition. When these themes
appear, they are usually fragmented, turned inside out and upside down, and can be
difficult to recognize. The recapitulation brings back and resolves the two original
themes by placing them both in the ongoing tonic key, which is the main tonal center
of the piece and almost always the key in which the piece begins and ends as it is
written.
After the development, the recapitulation brings the melody 'home' to again the tonic
key so to speak. In this section, the original themes from the exposition are repeated
(i.e. recapitulated, or recapped), although this time, both themes are in the tonic key.
The bridge section still serves to connect the themes from any point in the spectrum.
However, this time the bridge does not modulate to a new tonal area, but remains in the
home key, the tonic. This critical difference provides a strong sense of resolution and
completion as the recapitulation ends in the tonic key, thereby ending the piece.
Alternatively, the recapitulation will lead to a closing section known as a coda (Italian,
derived from the Latin cauda, meaning tail). The coda will vary greatly in length.
Whereby, a brief coda would have served as an extension of the final cadence, the long
coda will in effect introduce new themes, that had been developed from the original
theme, that significantly extends the length of this work.
Wherein, this side the recombined eBook composition composed with a number of
YouTube audio visual enhancements that complement the book through one another by
exposing certain derivatives. Consist similar to a 3-act play, yet completely different in
its presentation. As in a play, the first act serves to provide background information
and introduce the main characters. In the second act, these characters become
entwined in a series of events that are sometimes dangerous, passionate, and often tense
- perhaps even a bit confusing - but exciting. New characters are introduced, and more
may be revealed about the main characters as well. As the second act draws to its
completion, the drama begins to unwind in the final act. The main characters reflect on
the series of events, and the audience can now see the characters in a new light. The
key plot points and events from the second act are resolved, and information from the
first act takes on new meaning as plot points converge. Where the final act will

undoubtedly leave those with unanswered questions. The use of a traditional epilogue
would have otherwise provided closure and tie up those loose ends.
However, contrary to the above analogy. I have opted an unorthodox positioned
approach with the use of an epilogue right after the introduction. Is in essence the
closure needed as it provides a bridge thru time. A proverbial step into the past to shed
light on the controversy that surrounded the unconstitutional invasion of privacy in
March of 2002. The admitted infractions as early as 1999. That in and of itself
amounted to the unauthorized publication of my literary draft manuscript Confidence
Man in 2001. Where over the next seventeen years, I have kept the faith by knowing
that the certain content used from the original material had been the foundation in the
countless derivatives that were published in multiple genres throughout that one could
suggest are infringed copies are now exposed to all those to bear witness. Since I had
been nothing short of an epic battle of David verses Goliath.
When the material in question had been re-authored by government officials whom to
date still benefit from the licensing rights so offered only adds insult to injury. When
the benefits exposed are undeniable and since are embedded in a number of certain
public laws in neighboring nations. Must raise the question regarding the moral
uncertainty.
Does the end justify the means?
The core distinction between two main ethical positions: deontology and
consequentialism.
Deontology says that whether an action is good or bad depends on some quality of
the action itself. Many believe that certain actions are inherently bad, things like
murder, torture, stealing, etc. That is to say, these actions are never justified.
Consequentialism, on the other hand, says that whether an action is good or bad
depends on the outcome. They propose some standard by which to measure the
outcome (usually utility), and think that the best course of action is the one that
maximizes utility. For consequentialists, the ends always justify the means.
The ethics above didnt seem to matter back then. Nor was it even factored into the 33
court appearances I made during the months of January to October. Where believe it
or not. No crown attorney or for that matter any of the numbers of presiding judges

that Id been brought before to be properly arraigned. Wanted any part of me, or the
three and a half feet of individual court case files that had accumulated with the
mounting charges. That over time, I had overheard one of the court clerks mention that
shed weighed the three and half foot mound of files to be 45 pounds. That was always
conveniently stacked and rolled in on a two-wheel hand truck with my name stenciled
down the side. Fortunately for me, Judge Maloney had taken the time to count the
number of adjournments already given, and made mention of the lack of due process
that Id endured. Mainly deprived of my right to enter a plea. Let alone enter a not
guilty plea for that matter. Whereby, knowingly if I was afforded that liberty. Would
have effectively crippled the court system as we know it. Since Id been individually
charged with some 250 indictable offences. Which meant each count faced I had the
legal right to schedule the same amount of preliminary inquiries first. Then set in
motion jury trails thereafter. Yes, I would have been held in custody for probably the
next five to seven years waiting for the court process to be concluded. Although
doubtful that Calgary would have had the population needed for an impartial jury pool
required for that number of trails. Not to mention the cost associated with 250 some
odd jury trails would have been insurmountable to say the least. That said, and after
discussion from my then attorney Joel Livergant, negotiated the conditional sentence
order that ultimately saw my release form CRC on October 2nd. Although, at the time I
just wanted to go home and had agreed with whatever the judge had outlined as
conditions that were in and of it virtually impossible to undertake. Let alone the cited
restitutions that included one of the RCMP Sylvan Lake file: 06-7177110, for the return
of $34,127.50 that I had absolutely no intention of paying back.
Knowingly this conviction and mindset had emulated from my being as Dave Jennings.
Who in his experience must have sensed that it would be only a matter of time before I
would undoubtedly breach the conditional sentence order. Where in his anticipation
had mounted quite the surveillance team to follow my every move over the next two
months. Needless to say, I complemented in kind the very next morning. As constable
Jennings, along with other officers assigned to monitor my behavior and social
interactions had witnessed me in full force as I played right into their hands. When I
committed a number of indictable offence similar in characteristics outlined in my
modus operendi. Although, unbeknownst to me at the time. He had been so kind to
summarize the nature of the criminal behavior. Outlined in chronological order and
conveniently record each by date, time, criminal code offense violation, and individuals

victimized. Including financial institutions and dollar amounts taken on a daily basis
was calendared. That hed precisely laid out in specific order was quite the
presentation of the court to hear.
As my mind snapped out of the daydream, I focused on the court proceedings. Where
Constable Jennings had just concluded his testimony and had handed over his detailed
calendar to the Judge as submitted evidence at my Disposition Hearing on December
14th 1998.
Unfortunately, for the detective whom had been gleaming with pride after his
presentation. The judge wasnt as receptive as the respected officer had anticipated.
Where in his rebuttal to the crown and cops sworn testimony. Judge Maloney had
indicated the courts concerns as he said, let me get this straight Constable Jennings.
Mr. Welch, who was serving a Conditional Sentence Order that I imposed on October
2nd. Where under the law, one criminal act committed by him as such would have been
sufficient to breach the order and further have him arrested. Yet, you stand here before
me today as the indicated lead detective and in your own words. Had witnessed Mr.
Welch commits some fifty additional criminal offenses over the two-month period
while you and your men had him under surveillance. And in your calculation the
financial cost to the community added another ninety-eight thousand dollars. How
do you explain yourself? Jennings stutters for an answer blurted out, we we want
wanted to nail him
The judge shaking his head in discussed didnt bother waiting for another silly reply.
As Im sure Constable Jennings being reprimanded as such, belittled, and undermined.
To the point that he would have been unable to formulate any other effective response
even if he could. The judge then turned his sights on me. And said, wipe the smile off
your face Mr. Welch. There nothing funny about this, nor does your given word mean
anything to this court either, as your exact words told to me two months ago that you
were done and could behave, and would adhere to the condition imposed, correct?.
He immediately turned his attention and said, with that does the Crown Consul or Mr.
Livergant have any else to add? I was somewhat shocked. The judge didnt even
allow me to say a word, but then again, he did say my word meant shit. Although, Joel
was first with a quick, We concur with the joint submission for two-half years federal
time. The judge shaking his head from side to side said, no I dont see two and half

years, but I do see three years. The court clerk immediately interjected. Any
direction on the amounts owed for restitution from the conditional sentence order?. In
conclusion the judge simply said, no, the conditional sentence order is hereby
terminated in where well let the federal government absorbed the cost of this one.
Then encore was over as the fat lady had just sung. Unfortunately, what one did not
hear or get a chance to see where the actions and behavior of certain individuals in key
administration positions. That when committed by those individuals that hold
positions of authority are, as I see it. Above the law. And as far as Ive been made
aware have yet to answer and thus have gone unpunished for any of their questionable
acts. Whereby, over the next two years and then some if not to date. The ones in
question are suggested to be represented in portions of the below excerpt that can be
perused accordingly in the reference section accordingly.
Office Consolidation
Revised Statutes of Alberta 2000
Chapter P-17
Current as of March 30, 2015

POLICE ACT
Although, in my case Id been branded. Label like a tattoo that I will carry around for
the rest of my life. Conveniently referred to, if I ever end up back in a Canadian
courtroom where on December 14th 1998. I was sentenced to serve 3 years in a
Canadian Federal Institution for nearly every type of fraud known to man. Or should I
say at least outlined in the Criminal Code of Canada with no court costs or restitution
applied for the crimes I had committed. Unmistakably outlined on the numerous
Warrants of Committal signed by Judge Maloney.
Where within 2 days had been subsequently shipped from Calgary Remand Centre to
Edmonton Institution Maximum Security Penitentiary on December 16th 1998.
Housed in G-Unit, with then Celli Gary Underwood, who at the time was held in
transit pending his appeal on a Life Sentence. Where I never did hear the outcome of
that trail. However, for me my shit was just beginning again and for the next 30 days I
was relentlessly psychoanalyzed by institutional psychologist. Where I had learned
that most guys undertake one fifteen-minute evaluation. I was subjected to four ninety
minute sessions. Later read the psychologist appraisal whom eloquently deemed me as

a narcissistic psycho-sociopath predator of the financial community. And because of

my interpretation of the world the prediction of future criminal activities was seen as
inevitable. Is there even such a diagnosis? I didnt think so either. So I shot him a kite
and suggested that he read just the medication he was obviously taking. While Gary
and I spent the day playing chess while I waited for pen placement. After the reception
process was finally completed. I bid farewell to Gray as Id been assigned to serve out
my 3-year sentence at Bowden Institution -Medium /Minimum Security Penitentiary.
Once I arrived Bowden and processed in. Id been handed my instructional
identification that carried a fucked up pictured taken of me and the FPS# 317820B. I
was further designated for my unit. No sooner did I settle-in Id been appointed a job at
the sentence admin building doing inmate parole. I thought for sure this was a set-up.
Fortunately for both I wasnt there long enough to find a way to manipulate the system
at hand. Where, after a month of playing with myself, waiting for my institutional PO
to process the paperwork involved. My correctional plan revealed a below 15-point
security rating, thus classified me as a minimum custody inmate. My ass was sent
outside the main gate and placed in the Farm Annex to serve out the remainder of my
sentence. Where the rest of my time I severed at Bowden Institution went by relatively
quick. Consumed by taking Correction Services of Canadas (CSC) required
rehabilitation programs, while operating a front end loader pushing compost around
the farm annex and playing the inmate game to appease the mandated parole
requirements for a Fast Tract release. You see, if you are a first time Canadian
offender, whose sentence is non aggregated. Without the use of violence or the use of a
weapon in the commission of your crime. You are then only required to serve one sixth
of your court ordered sentence before a directed release to a Day Parole facility.
Although unbeknownst to me at the time. The Warden of Bowden Institution, Mitch
Kassen, didnt see it that way. And if persecuted his way. The below to insert
document penned by his hand saw otherwise. Where he recommended I serve fifteen
years on a life sentence, before seeing the light of day. And even if I did make parole,
Id spend the rest of my life walking on egg shells to avoid a parole violation and held
hostage at the discretion of the National Parole Board from that point forward. I
thought it prudent to include that document for those that are sadistically interested as
remembered. I was sentenced to serve 3 years behind bars, not life in prison.

Im not sure if the above was some sort of sick joke. Yet I wasnt laughing when I read
the part about, Life Imprisonment, and no parole eligibility for 15 years. Where, after
twelve years of unanswered queries. I was eventually given limited access to portions,
but not all, of my case management file along with other CSC case management team
members documents consisted.
Yet, at the time of my mandated Fast Track release from Bowden Institution on June
15th 1999. I left with nothing more than the mandated day parole papers in hand that
directed my ass to reside at Seven Steps Halfway House in Calgary and my three and a
half (3.5) inch floppy disc consisting of eight draft chapters although polished, were
left to Follow the Money.
Released and back in the community one would have otherwise thought that life would
be good. However, for me didnt seem to get much better once on the street. After I
had made the acquaintance of my first community PO Jim Jones. A straight laced, yet
Id believe struggled with the same internal torment Jenner faced for being a closet
homosexual trans gender that refused to come out. Was nonetheless an asshole who
undoubtedly in a twisted sense envied penis, my written manuscript, and must have
slept with both. Including my institutional file conveniently stowed under his pillow.
As he too had different expectations as to the amount of time I should have served, and
thus made my life on the street as uncomfortable as possible, and in so many words
told me in no uncertain terms that my time in the community would be short lived. He
was right. I remember our first meeting and the conversation we had in where he said,
You are so entrenched in your criminal behavior. You cant even recognize the error in
your ways his next question was even more ridiculous when he said, why dont you
just bring me all the money that you had acquired from your criminal exploits, and
place the duffle bag on my desk and walk away. I asked, why would I do that? He
then said, that way you can sleep at night. Id replied, Jim, make no mistake about
it. I sleep very well at night already. This conversation went from bad to worst after
I showed him the Black Convertible Jaguar XJ6 that I had procured the first day I was
out. Maybe it was that particular purchase or the proverbial stick hed shoved up his
ass that sealed my fate. Irregardless of such in thirty-six days. I was back behind bars
looking at an additional sixteen months for the parole violation of Deteriorating
Attitude and Suspicion of being Suspicious.

The first night back, and finally nested in my bunk, I had my own notion regarding
suspicious, as they got me fucked up. And my, suspicions were just going to have to
wait. In the interim, I needed to quickly figure a way to play the parole game with a
fuckhead community PO who absolutely hated me? No matter how well I behaved, or
to what extent I tried. Jim Jones and I just did not see eye-to-eye. Coupled with a
rambunctious constable who wanted nothing more than to be the hammer that drove
the nail into my institutional coffin so to speak. Literally had me between a rock and a
hard place.
I worked religiously at doing what was right and further required to lower my security
rating. That included Behavior Programs, Rehab Programs and weekly visits with my
institutional PO to finally lower my custody rating below the fifteen-point scale. Or
should I say, presented a manageable risk level, that would allow me to head back out
to the Farm Annex, all of this during the day, while attending the Law Library at night
where I utilized their computer to continue working on the continuation of my draft
manuscript.
It was every bit of eight months before I finally made Bowdens Farm Annex again.
This time, with my sights set on applying for their Individual Work Release
Program. The first step was to land a job on the outside from within the penitentiary
where I scoured the employment sections of the want ads and had circled half a dozen
potential opportunities. I then made an appointment to use the phone in Marvin
Smiths office. Who was at that time my Farm Annex PO. After two failed attempts.
The third call placed was the lucky charm Id been looking for.
Marvin in his due diligence follows up with the logistics afterwards. Had spoken with
my new employer and within a week the necessary paperwork had been completed.
Where I was afforded the opportunity to leave the institution in the morning. Drive to
Calgary where Id work as a Framer building house, condo, etc. During the day and
then return to prison at night. For a serving prison, you cant ask for much more than
that. To be legally allowed to leave the institution at 5am and not have to return until 8
pm every day of the week. What a gig for a convict to have and a dream come true for
a serving prisoner. Or should I say, thought to be. Until I stumbled upon a copy of the
Licence Agreement, that made me rethink what the fuck. $ince the already suggested
page 1 of a Licence Agreement pertains to Bowdens Media Monitoring aka -

Bowdens Individual Work Release Program; and what truly went on in the
background. Included in their language with and the amount of money made off an
inmates coat tail, while indirectly turning a blind eye towards privacy and copyright
laws committed by government agents.

Again, the language used in the inserted page 1 of the agreement is crystal clear in
where I conclude that the individual behind Institutional Broadcaster TWN1 is none
other than moi. However, before any terms of the stated agreement could be initiated
without my knowledge of course. I would need to have a licensed vehicle. Where on
an Escorted Temporary Absence (ETA). Id been brought under guard from Bowdens
Farm Annex to a local used car lot in Innisfail, Alberta. Although, the pickings were
slim. Beggars cant be choosers as I had found and further purchased a 1988 New
Yorker in my name to accommodate the institutions requirements necessary to be a
part of Bowdens Individual Work Release Program that officially commenced on
Monday, June 19, 2000; (some 2 months after the April date listed on the License
Agreement; although some 2 months before the August date mentioned by the
Copyright Board in the File: Media Monitoring 2000-2005 is enough to ask, what the
fuck? And the question whats really going on here?)
Nonetheless, not completely satisfied with the mode of my transportation. It did suffice
for the first few months. Where Id embark on the daily journey driving up and down
Highway 2 from the Bowden Institution to Calgary and back. And for the most part
did participate. That saw me pounding nails Monday Friday, with the occasional half
a day on Saturday makes an honest $14.00/HR. Sunday was my day to worship. A
deity spent at either a strip club, casino or the track. I was truly in my own heaven and
living a convicts dream. On the surface as the season changed from spring to summer
and summer to fall. Life was good as I prepared for my parents arrival in October, as
they planned on a short visit for Canadas Thanks Giving Day. I thought Id knock out
two birds with one stone. Where in the interim, Id lined up the purchase of a 2000 Jeep
Grand Cherokee, and had already rented a house in the Hamptons that I planned on
using as my full parole address when that time approached.
However, I had tried unsuccessfully to obtain an overnight pass for their visit. That
request had been shot down before I could even ask. Not knowing where I would have
needed to formally request in writing to the National Parole Board some six months in
advance. Became an unrealistic thought after the fact. And didnt matter that the
house I leased was in my corporation name of TAMAS HOLDINGS CORP. An
attempt at a shot for Full Parole having a company, working contract, a vehicle and a
home. Where I thought finally no more Half-way House for this kid and asked myself

what more could the Parole Board ask for? Even I assumed my shit didnt stink. How
wrong was I again?
As it turned out my parents were the only two that had ever slept in my bed. As I had
obviously allowed them unrestricted use of the corporate leased residence when they
arrived as I could only visit my own home during daylight hours. Never once did I get
to spend the night there. And to make matter worst, once I bought the sixty-thousanddollar Jeep, things took a turn in a direction a wish they didnt. On the surface
everyone seemed supportive, however down deep, the jealousy and envy coming from
my enemies, as it took its toll and once again had been targeted with a D-n-D (Do not
Detain.) I should have been able to figure that one out sooner, but once again, I was in
my little world thinking, or should I say not thinking, and had underestimated my
adversaries.
By mid-November, the snow had started to fall. In where my boss would sometimes
cancel work for the day, even a week at a time, yet I would still leave the institution
every morning with no particular place to go. Except for my home in the Hamptons
where Id sit behind my desk and create the next play. I d purchased check writing
software, check paper, add a Lexmark printer. That had the capability of utilizing a
micro-toner cartridge that is used to apply the bank encoded numbers on the bottom of
the computerized made cheques. No more breaking into red & white mailboxes. No
more bank tellers to deal with. No more impersonation with intent. No more credit
card numbers used over a telephone. I was on to bigger and better things. Id found a
sure fire way to acquire everything without having to hide in plain sight or run before
getting caught. Hows that go again. Whats the difference between a good con and an
exceptional con? A good con pulls off a score, but needs to leave town before being
chased out. Where an exceptional con can leave when he wants to. Nevertheless, Kid
Rocks anecdote sums it up the best
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PWtVTsa4C20&index=19&list=PLgjXjIAkwDcPzAI1PZCxUzyNoVXhR9sez

In my travels Id acquired certain company bank account numbers, and having been
exposed to the particular day to day operations within Canadian Financial Institutions.
Where after my routine visits to a number of downtown banks in Calgary. I knew the
habits and working procedures better than they did. I meticulously followed the
internal processes and how cheques were handled that were uttered through core
methods. That would always call for a bank representative to sit at their desk behind a
machine similar in nature to this encoding station.
Features:
High speed (48 char/sec), high quality MICR printing; Designed
for high volume processing Programmed through keyboard.
Detachable stacker, Flash Card Allows saving of programs RS232
port for PC control. Standard Batch, P.O.D., or Exception Item

ShearTech EN-5800
Batch/Proof Encoder

programs available. Journal printer 24 column dot matrix; 6.7"H x

"NEW"
The EN-5800(E) is a small table-top, high speed, heavy

15.7"W x 14"D. Weight: 28 lbs. Power: 115/220V AC.

duty MICR encoding station with integrated auto feeder

and inkjet endorser, designed for Batch, Proof of Deposit
(POD), and Exception Item check processing.

Or as I recall a book in 1996 a horseshoe shaped encoding station that, of course, had
been linked into the financial institutions computer. Where after monitoring their
internal movements. I surmised that the monotony involved outweigh scrutiny. Seen
the individual in question just eye the cheques that were to be processed. Repetitiously
key in the amount indicated on the document just prior to running the cheques in hand
through the table top processing machine. Relying on their systems computer to
dictate the outcome. If the micro toned encoded account number on the cheques itself
was valid; and account had the sufficient funds necessary to cover the keyed in amount.
Then a bright green light would direct the bank employees task accordingly. The
cheques just scanned would be placed in one pile where the funds would have
automatically been marked for, or deducted from the account number listed. In the
alternative, if a red light flashed. Then there was an obvious problem. Whereby, 99%
of the time it was just a matter of non-sufficient funds in the account; and the cheques
would thus be returned as NSF.
Where, after analyzing the institutional protocol. I devised a method that would
minimize the latter from occurring. When Id incorporated the use of a legitimate
company bank account number from a major conglomerate. My preferred choice was

either a large insurance firm or major oil company that had a bank account in the area,
that usually maintained a substantial account balance. And hopefully processed a vast
amount of cheques weekly if not daily. Applied that philosophy to my verbally
believable company that I had created. Fictitious in every sense, yet through the use of
telephone communicated support fucking. Id built a solid rapport with the mark in
question in where the pending transaction was a foregone conclusion at that point.
After the foreplay had commenced, it would only be a matter of time before the
company had fallen prey to my ploy. Thus victimized without suspecting any
wrongdoing had just occurred.
Whereby, for all intent and purpose the fabricated company cheques, that Id fashioned
using an affixed encoded bank account number from a legitimate companys bank
account exceeded tens of thousands of dollars each. To ensure the success of each
transaction beforehand. I needed to eliminate any concerns that might otherwise arise
when you paid for an item with nothing more than a piece of worthless paper. With
that noted. Id top off each play by reassuring the otherwise unsuspecting that the
payment to be made. Would be in the form of a bank certified cheques from my
financial institution. Where that process was another tactic incorporated on my part
from too authentic the process with a false sense of security. Having already acquired a
Certified Embossing Stamp, the talents necessary to pull it off. Accompanied with the
inner bank protocol known, along with having a set of balls that drag. There was
absolutely nothing left to stop me.
Except for the unexpected. Were in the two inmates at the farm annex who had come to
see me one night when I d return. They, of course, picked my brain. One guy was
serving a 7-year sentence for armed robbery, and was out of money. Understanding my
methods, he had suggested that I racked his credit, and wed split the take from the
applied credit. On the surface, this was a perfect plan, as there would be no way he
could be held accountable by the creditors once they found out he was a serving
prisoner the same time all these credit cards were established. The other guy, I should
have stayed as far away from as humanly possible. Having a motive that was
vindictively personal. And after knowing more about his upbringing. He was most
likely inbred. Where the mark in question was a longtime friend. Who owed him
money, and since he was unwilling to repay his debt. The inmate was looking for any
way to get even.

I listen to both of their stories, and against better judgment. Persuaded myself to help
them when I devised the method used. They lived up to their end initially by
supplying me with all the background info I needed to obtain four to five credit cards
each. However, what none of us knew at the time, and the catalyst for my downfall
was the lethal combination that saw in part. The foundation for Bowdens Media
Monitoring and the obvious connection to the Licensing Agreement dated April 2000
already noted. And considering the fact that I was under top notch surveillance by
Calgarys Strike Force. A specialized tactical division of the Calgary Police Force.
These guys were the best that I had ever seen, or should I say didnt see. Whereas, their
individual disguises along with their mannerisms employed. Saw them dressed as
punk rockers, bikers, old ladies at bus stops, and even a homeless dude. That Id given
$5 bucks too in passing. Their shit was tight. In where they witnessed me establishing
post office boxes that I used as the addresses for the delivered credit cards. Followed
my ass after the cards had arrived. Captured photographs of me purchasing $10,000
worth of Hydroponic Equipment used to kick off a grow show. And after I used one of
those cards in a Canadian Tire store did I finally realize that I was being followed and
the undercover cop had witnessed everything.
The damage clearly done, and down deep I knew it too, yet I kept hoping against all
hope. A fuckin Faint hope clause- so to speak: (Introduced the same year as a free
vote in Parliament eliminated the death penalty for Criminal Code offences and instead
imposed mandatory life sentences for first- and second-degree murder. Since a popular
name used for s.745.6 of the Canadian Criminal Code a statutory provision that allows
prisoners who have been sentenced to life imprisonment with a parole eligibility period
of greater than 15 years to apply for early parole once they have served 15 years.
Offenders who committed their offence after December 2, 2011 are no longer eligible to
apply for the faint hope clause. However, those convicted of offences that occurred
prior to that date may still be eligible.)
Where back in reality. I finished the objective, split the money agreed with both
inmates and had to carry on as nothing happened. Since I was preparing for my
upcoming parole hearing and as mentioned, this time was shooting for full parole.
The hearing date came and went and, needless to say, didnt go as planned. The
interview lasted three hours where I was subjected to good cop, bad cop routine by the
National Parole Board (NPB) members Carefoot and Goodstriker. Theyd grilled me

beyond any reasoning. At one point, even I thought I was a bad guy, and should not
get paroled. The two Board members did not give a shit, that I had a job, house, new
vehicle and had just spent the last eight months or so in the community. They too went
up one side of me, and down the other. When it was all said and done, and while
Marvin and I were waiting for Carefoot and Goodstrikers decision. Marvin chewing
on the end of his cigarette was the tell I should have caught. He stated out of the blue
that I dont ever want to see you here again. Id initially thought he meant back in
prison, so I agreed with him and said, Marvin, youll never see me here again. When
the NPB announced their decision, I was granted parole, yet not the full parole I hoped
for. Which meant I was heading back to 7- Steps once again on Day Parole the morning
of November 20, 2000. Id been in the community for about 3 weeks when there had
been a knock at my door. Jim Jones had scheduled a home visit as he hadnt seen the
corporate leased residence as of yet. When he arrived, he seemed genially shocked to
see that I was actually working on finishing the basement as my company did have a
signed renovation contract in place with the property owner. Didnt seem to confront
him during his thirty-minute visit. He barely asked me any question, yet hed surveyed
the place, making a mental note of everything in it. The following day. December 13th,
2000, while attending a program at 7-Steps. I was arrested and charged with 22 counts
of fraud. At the same time Dave Jennings was conducting a search warrant at my
Hamptons home. They seized everything in it, all 98 items in total. Back behind bars
again, and, this time, facing new charges I knew this meant war.
It was on like fucking Donkey Kong-again. The Calgary Police Services, CSC, and the
National Parole Board had pulled out all the stops in where they had successfully
accomplished phase one of their documented conspiracy. As theyd offered no kiss, no
K-Y jelly, no fuck all. They had me bent right over. Slammed it in dry, and if they
could close the door on phase two of their plan. They would have broken it off in me.
The ride to the precinct. Hands cuffed behind while moving side to side to seek and an
advantage, as the back seat of a cop car isnt designed for comfort. The cop that
arrested me from inside the halfway house. Swung by my home in where I witnessed
the cocksuckers hauling out the last of my shit. Under the blaring sounds emitting from
the house alarm activated from their forceful entry made for an unwelcome arrival.
The arresting officer whod been motioned to stop. Where I provided Dave the alarm
code to mollify the gathering of neighbors. More than to silence the disturbing noise or

appease the boys in blue; even though I knew that Id never return to that address. The
residence was completely emptied and all items seized were inventoried and marked as
evidence.
Afterwards, Id been swapped, where my shacked ass was sent to the back of Daves
cop car. Must have been how he got his nut. Some sort of cop thing for bringing me
in. On the drive, I had watched Dave pick away at the computer keyboard where I
witnessed the Title Operation Bad Boy. Dave had sensed that I was observing as his
eyes met mine through the rear-view with a nod as an acknowledgment of what Id
read. A half grin smile perplexed an air about him better left unsaid. Reflexes an image
having at least 2 days growth of stubble and no sleep. He has halfheartedly sung out of
key, what are you going to do when they come for you? I said nothing with a
returned look of contempt held in my eyes.
Processed and booked, then placed in a holding tank with no phone call, no fuck all
and while sitting on a concrete floor, waiting to be sent back to Bowden Penitentiary.
One would be justified if upset. Although I never let em see me sweat. I just let my
mind drift from that cell and for the life of me. I couldnt get the images of California,
Las Vegas, Florida, Mexico or Texas from my minds eye. As I seemed to retract back
on a path I walked.

Step thru Time

If time travel is not possible, then how did I get here? - Moi

Confidence Man From the Other Side of Light; Confession of a Criminal Mind.;
Or Thomas The Book. We're all being formulated in my mind as conceptual names
that Id shortlisted to become the official title of my first written manuscript back in
1998? However, and unfortunately I was never afforded that luxury. Or, given the
opportunity to pick the official title before that honor and literary right was
governmentally circumvented. Where unbeknownst to me at that time those same
officials who categorized my work as literary; had indicated a premiere publication date
previously noted October 26th 2001. Titled the work Confidence
Man_Aftermath_What on Earth is This World Coming 2. At least theyd had the
decency to debut me as the owner and author recorded on the Certificate of Copyright
Registration #1101886 dated February 4, 2013.
Imagine to my surprise when I finally did decide to publish my version. Followed the
Canadian Intellectual Property Offices (CIPO) step by step on-line process to officially
register my work for copyright protection. Then waited patiently for them to complete
the internal process and forward the copyright certificate accordingly. Where the look
on my face must have been priceless, to say the least. The day I received and further
opened the envelope sent from the CIPO that contained the Copyright Certificate in
question. Although, I wasnt standing in front of a mirror, I did need to sit down at the
kitchen table and reread the certificate over and over while I scratched my head in utter
bewilderment over the premiere publication date listed and the hybrid name given.
Of course the first chance I did get. I immediately called the CIPO and spoke to a
woman who asked for the copyright registration number recorded on the certificate. A
moment or so later asked, Are you Thomas Welch the Canadian publisher? I thought
what the hell Ill play along and go all in, when Id said, yep thats me. She then
asked, how can I help you Mr. Welch? My first question surrounded the October 26th,
2001 premiere publication date registered on the certificate. And, if possible could she
provide me with any and all information she had regarding the publication. She

paused momentarily, then asked hastily, Is there a problem with a publication or

could you please be more specific, as there are at least one hundred eighty some
publications associated with your name? I said, wow, that would make me the
poorest Canadian publisher ever. There was a long hesitation this time, before I
sensed a little animosity behind her voice when she said, I dont understand. I
followed with, Neither do I, since I have yet to officially publish any work, let alone
one hundred and eighty others, nor had I ever consented to having my work published;
was the truth in my reply. Shed placed me on hold for about twenty minutes and
when she finally returned. Asked again, are you sure youre Thomas Welch? I said,
lady, make no mistake about it, I am Thomas Welch, and am in possession of the
Copyright Certificate I just mentioned. After a moment of indecisiveness, she
suggested that I contact the Copyright Board.
The next phone call I placed proved worst. The receptionist whod answered, asked to
direct my call. I gave her the gist of the conversation I just had with the women from
the CIPO before being placed on hold. Where I had to repeat it verbatim a few minutes
later to yet another woman. Who again placed me on hold. This time like a fool I
waited for two and half hours before the line went dead as my cell phone battery finally
died. I could only imagine who the prick was, that Id been holding for. And if I was to
guess. It would have been the Boards Secretary General Claude Majeau, but
unfortunately Ill never know for sure as the mother fuckers extension I was on. Must
have just waited and watched the light blinking on their desktop phone, as Im sure in
the interim would have been made aware that I was the one holding. Wondering if or
when Id run out of patients. Nevertheless, I never called either office again. You
know, once bitten, twice shy shit.
Although, I thought it prudent to re-read some 110 pages on
Copyright Act, R.S.C. 1985, c C-42 again; Where
Ive driven my point home in the next one and a half.
Whereby; Interpretation
Definitions: 2 In this Act
2.2 (1) For the purposes of this Act, publication means
(a) in relation to works,
(i) making copies of a work available to the public,

Ownership of copyright
13 (1) Subject to this Act, the author of a work shall be the first owner of the copyright
therein.
24 The first owner of the copyright
(c) in a communication signal, is the broadcaster that broadcasts it
Infringement of Copyright
General
Infringement generally
27 (1) It is an infringement of copyright for any person to do, without the consent of the
owner of the copyright, anything that by this Act only the owner of the copyright has
the right to do.
Infringement provision of services
(2.3) It is an infringement of copyright for a person, by means of the Internet or
another digital network, to provide a service primarily for the purpose of enabling acts
of copyright infringement if an actual infringement of copyright occurs by means of the
Internet or another digital network as a result of the use of that service.
Moral Rights Infringement
Infringement generally
28.1 Any act or omission that is contrary to any of the moral rights of the author of a
work or of the performer of a performers performance is, in the absence of the authors
or performers consent, an infringement of those rights.
R.S., 1985, c. 10 (4th Supp.), s. 6;
2012, c. 20, s. 19.
Nature of right of integrity
28.2 (1) The authors or performers right to the integrity of a work or performers
performance is infringed only if the work or the performance is, to the prejudice of its
authors or performers honour or reputation,
(a) Distorted, mutilated or otherwise modified; or
(b) used in association with a product, service, cause or institution.

Again, Im no expert on copyright law. Yet the language used in straight forward
enough. When you consider the actions of Shaw Communications, CSC, and the
Calgary Police. Where out of the blue one day. I received a call from a secretary who
claimed she worked at the Copyright Board Office and in our conversation asked to
remain anonymous. Whereas, she just wanted to know how I was doing. I thought that
kind of strange, yet welcomed her unexpected call. We chatted for a bit, when Id
asked, how did you come about my name and phone number? She said, I heard your
name being mentioned around the office and took a personal interest in your story; and
since youre registered in the system, your number was easy enough for me to find so I
thought I would give you a call and see how you were holding-up.
Even though she offered no further insight as to the Boards position she did mention
that I should follow up by reviewing the Supreme Court of Canadas; summary 34469Claude Robinson, et al. v. France Animation S.A., et al. Needless to say the case
scenario is quite lengthy and in-depth, but at the end of the day, the gist was over
Intellectual property- Copyright Act, R.S.C. 1985, c. C 42 - Infringement - Scope of
terms cinematographic work and maker within the meaning of s. 2 of Copyright
Act - Tests for compensation for copyright infringement within meaning of s. 35 of
Copyright Act - Tests for damages for moral, psychological or physical injury - Tests for
punitive damages - Standard of judicial review applicable on appeal as regards
assessment of facts, presumptions based on facts and determination of quantum Solicitor client costs - Whether soundtrack specifically ordered to be incorporated into
cinematographic production is integral part of cinematographic work - Whether
remedies conferred on owners of copyright, including right to just part of profits
under s. 35 of Copyright Act, entitle owners to joint and several damages on profits
made by infringers from infringement - Whether Court of Appeal erred in substituting
its findings of fact and presumptions based on facts for those of trial judge, including in
relation to quantum awarded under various heads of damages provided for in
Copyright Act - Whether award of general or aggravated damages for moral,
psychological or physical injury is limited to amount determined by applying trilogy
including Andrews v. Grand & Toy Alberta Ltd., [1978] 2 S.C.R. 229 - Whether Court of
Appeal erred in law in substituting its findings of fact in all respects, and particularly
by intervening with respect to quantum of damages and joint and several nature of
award, without having benefit of body of facts that trial judge had to assess and weigh.

That in 1982, Claude Robinson, an artist, drew the first sketches of the characters for a
proposed childrens television services to be called Robinson Curiosity. A few years
later, in 1985, the Copyright Office issued a certificate of registration for Robinson
Curiosity listing Mr. Robinson as the author of the work and Les Productions Nilem
Inc. (Nilem), a corporation of which he was the sole shareholder, as the owner of the
work.
Starting in 1985, Mr. Robinson and Nilem stepped up their efforts for the promotion
and production of Robinson Curiosity, including with Cinar Corporation/Cinar Films
Inc., but those efforts were unsuccessful for nearly 10 years. In September 1995,
however, the first episode of Robinson Sucroe, a work produced by Cinar
Corporation/Cinar Films Inc., France Animation S.A. and Ravensburger Film + TV
GmbH, was broadcast in Quebec.
Since Mr. Robinson and Nilem found similarities between their work, Robinson
Curiosity, and the work produced as Robinson Sucroe, they brought an infringement
action in the Quebec Superior Court, which allowed the action in part. On appeal, the
Quebec Court of Appeal upheld in part the Superior Courts findings concerning the
infringers but reduced several aspects of the monetary award made at trial, mainly on
the basis of revised calculations of the profits and punitive damages.
Judgment on the appeal rendered, CJ LeB F Abe Ro Cro Mo, the appeal from the
judgment of the Court of Appeal of Quebec (Montral), Numbers 500-09-020014-098,
500-09-020033-098, 500-09-020034-096, 500-09-020035-093, 2011 QCCA 1361, dated July
20, 2011, heard on February 13, 2013, is allowed in part. The profits from the Sucro
soundtrack and the Jaffa Road amount are reinstated in the trial judges calculation of
profits. The trial judges order of non-pecuniary damages is reinstated. Punitive
damages of $500,000 are awarded, subject to apportionment on a joint basis as specified
in the reasons.
Mr. Robinson and Nilem are awarded costs throughout. The trial judges award of
$1,500,000 in solicitor-client costs for the proceedings at the trial level is confirmed.
Allowed in part, with costs.

I wish I had the chance to thank the mysterious caller, although to date I never did hear
from the Boards secretary again. I did send about six emails to the Copyright Boards Secretary General Mr. Majeau, another half dozen or so to the Secretary of the Treasury
Board of Canada and just as many to the CBRA. Yet, all fell on deaf ears as neither of
them ever responded. Not fucking once, could any of them find the time to tell me to
fuck off directly, or to say that I was beat. Theyd done it the old fashion way.
Just ignore em. Similar to the democratic strategy for the post-Bush era.
Even though the CBRA and both Boards talk a good game. Whereby, they claim that
their employees are there to assist you and offer as much help as they can in their
transparency. Unless of course you are the one thatd gotten governmentally
Fucked-over in its lucidity.
That said, on March 17th, 2013 I thought Id get creative; and where an appropriation is
made. Notify the Governor General of Canada by way of Special Warrant thatd been
written by my.
You see, under Sec. 28 of the Financial Administration Act states: Where an
appropriation is made for any purpose in any Act of Parliament for granting to Her
Majesty any sum of money to defray expenses of the federal public administration for a
fiscal year, no payment shall be made pursuant to that appropriation out of the
Consolidated Revenue Fund unless a warrant, prepared on the order of the Governor in
Council, has been signed by the Governor General authorizing expenditures to be
charged against the appropriation, and no payments in excess of the amount of
expenditures so authorized shall be made.
Governor Generals Special Warrants:
Whereas: In special circumstances; the Financial Administration Act allows the
Governor in General to ask the Governor General to issue a Special Warrant
permitting the government to make charges on the Consolidated Revenue Fund, not
otherwise authorized by Parliament, provide that the following conditions are met;
Parliament is dissolved;
A Minister has reported that an expenditure is urgently required for the public
good; and
The President of the Treasury Board has reported that there is no appropriation
for the payment.

Payment of guarantee
29 (1) Where a guarantee has been given under the authority of Parliament, by or on
behalf of Her Majesty for the payment of any debt or obligation, any amount required
to be paid by the terms of the guarantee may, subject to the Act authorizing the
guarantee, be paid out of the Consolidated Revenue Fund.
Authority for guarantee
(2) An authority referred to in subsection (1) may be contained in an appropriation Act.
Reference to Treasury Board
(4) The appropriate Minister may transmit to the Treasury Board any requisition with
respect to which that Minister desires the direction of the Board, and the Board may
order that payment be made or refused.
R.S., c. F-10, s. 26.
Payment for work, goods or services
34 (1) No payment shall be made in respect of any part of the federal public
administration unless, in addition to any other voucher or certificate that is required,
the deputy of the appropriate Minister, or another person authorized by that
Minister, certifies
(a) In the case of a payment for the performance of work, the supply of
goods or the rendering of services,
(i) that the work has been performed, the goods supplied or the service
rendered, as the case may be, and that the price charged is according to
the contract, or if not specified by the contract, is reasonable,
(ii) where, pursuant to the contract, a payment is to be made before the
completion of the work, delivery of the goods or rendering of the
service, as the case may be, that the payment is according to the
contract, or
(iii) where, in accordance with the policies and procedures prescribed
under subsection (2), payment is to be made in advance of verification,
that the claim for payment is reasonable; or
(b) in the case of any other payment, that the payee is eligible for or
entitled to the payment.

I guess it shouldnt have come as much of a surprise when I read their posted version of
Bill C-8 as it had deviated slightly from mine. Where in their amendments saw no
benefit to allocate a payment to me for Short Title IME ($5,510,000.00), the Copyright
Cleanup ($7,484,000.00) or the ($4,686,313.00) derived in part, or better yet beaten out of
the total amount in dollars. That the applied tariffs, supposedly put in place by the
CBRA for the ability to write licenses on my behalf.
Whereby, my rational had been quite simple. Theres no question that the liberated
draft manuscript Confidence Man had been illegally accessed, copied and further retransmitted, then used by the government as the foundation for implementing a
number of laws throughout Canada and across the border of the United States. In
where the laws in Canada had since received a Royal Assent; and in accordance with
the;
Royal Assent Act
S.C. 2002, c. 15
Assented to 2002-06-04
An Act respecting royal assent to bills passed by the House of Parliament.
Preamble;
WHEREAS, royal assent is the constitutional culmination of the legislative process;
WHEREAS, the customary ceremony of royal assent, which assembles the three
constituent entities of Parliament, is an important legislative tradition to be preserved
AND WHEREAS, it is desirable to facilitate the work of Parliament and the process of
enacting by enabling royal assent to be signified by written declaration;
NOW, THEREFORE, Her Majesty, by and with the advice and consent of the Senate
and House of Commons of Canada, enacts as follows;
WHEREBY, between the years 1999 -thru-2002 and through their own admission. Law
enforcement officers and agents of Her Majesty, had Liberated literary work that
rightfully belonged to Moi; under the Copyright Act, R.S.C. 1985, c-C-42; and in
accordance with Sec 12 of the Act in part; had prepared and published the liberated
work by the direction and control of Her Majesty. Although contrary to the Act, had
been without an agreement with the author; when undeniably provision had been
further used by Parliament to enact criminal law; inter alia, criminalized money
laundering in 1989, Part XII. 2 of the Criminal Code of Canada;
Amended Canadas newest, Proceeds of Crime (Money Laundering Act.

The law received assent on June 29th, 2000; but it is, and as of yet, not fully in force.
WHEREBY, Part III was quickly proclaimed in force on July 5th, 2000. That part was
implemented to provide sufficient opportunity to establish and equip Canadas new
Financial Transaction and Reports Analysis Centre. The establishment of suspicious
transaction-reporting center in Canada is a novel development in Canadian law. A
financial intelligence unit must be considered in light of Canadas constitutional
framework and its Charter. Our charter normally requires a prior judicial authorization
before an agent of the state, such as the new Centre, obtains information (the seminal
Supreme Court of Canadas decision on point is
R. v. Hunter and Southerland [1984] 2. S.C.R. 145.) This had a significant impact upon
the drafters as the new law developed. The RCMP, as a law enforcement agency,
directly or through a subsidiary part of an enforcement agency, obtain personal
information without a warrant. It operates under a significant risk too Sec 8 of the
Charter, as the case may be.
(Hello Shaw Communications I hadnt forgotten you either!)
And in accordance with Judgments of the Supreme Court of Canada
R. v. Tse, 2012 S.C.R. 16, [2012] 1 S.C.R. 531 held that the interception of private
communication is deemed unconstitutional as it does violate both Sec 7 and 8 of the
Charter. And is my case in point.
Where on February 26th, 2013; Parliament attempted to rectify the ominous
predicament which led to Bill C-55: An Act to amend the Criminal Code (Response to
the Supreme Court of Canada decision in R. v. Tse Act.)
The solution thus was to establish a new independent agency. This new Centre was
deliberately established without investigative powers. The law also placed significant
restrictions on the amount of data that the Centre could divulge to investigators.
Otherwise, the Centres activities would be challenged. With the above Proceeds of
Crime (Money Laundering Act., Established from provision used from my manuscript;
and if for no other reason than that. My literary work should in and of itself received
by way of Royal Assent; and the owner/original author respected as such.
Unfortunately for me, the powers to be didnt see as such.

Whereby in their amended excerpt in part;

1st Session, 41st Parliament, 60 Elizabeth II, 2011

HOUSE OF COMMONS OF CANADA
BILL C-8
An Act for granting to Her Majesty certain sums of money for the federal public
administration for the financial year ending March 31, 2012
MOST GRACIOUS SOVEREIGN,
Whereas it appears by message from His Excellency the Right Honourable David
Johnston, Governor General and Commander-in-Chief of Canada, and the Estimates
accompanying that message, that the sums mentioned below are required to defray
certain expenses of the federal public administration, not otherwise provided for, for
the financial year ending March 31, 2012, and for other purposes connected with the
federal public administration; May it therefore please Your Majesty, that it may been
acted, and be it enacted by the Queens Most Excellent Majesty, by and with the advice
and consent of the Senate and House of Commons of Canada, that:
1. This Act may be cited as the Appropriation Act No. 1, 201112.
2. From and out of the Consolidated Revenue Fund, there may be paid and applied
a sum not exceeding in the whole sixty-seven billion, five hundred and twenty
million, four hundred and sixty-eight thousand, seven hundred and twentyseven dollars ($67,520,680,727.00) towards defraying the several charges and
expenses of the federal public administration from April 1, 2011 to March 31,
2012 that sum being the total of the amounts set out in the Main Estimates for the
fiscal year ending March 31, 2012, which is the total to the amounts set out in (a)
Schedule 1, less the amounts obtained through Governor General Special
Warrants....$63,412,984,166.00 and (b) Schedule 2, less the amounts obtained
through Governor General Special Warrants.... $4,107,484,561.00
2.1

The payment from and out of the Consolidated Revenue Fund of the sum of

$24,535,522,230.00, for the purposes set forth in the schedule to the special warrant
signed by the Governor General pursuant to section 30 of the Financial Administration
Act and to the orders of the Governor in Council of April 1, 2011 (P.C. 2011-546) and
May 6, 2011 (P.C. 2011-557), published in Volume 145, Nos. 17 and 22 of Part I of the
Canada Gazette dated April 23, 2011 and May 28, 2011, respectively, is hereby
confirmed.
3. (1) The amount authorized by this Act to be paid or applied in respect of an item
may be paid or applied only for the purposes and subject to any terms and conditions

specified in the item, and the payment or application of any amount pursuant to the
item has such operation and effect as may be stated or described in the item.
(2)

The provisions of each item in Schedules 1 and 2 are deemed to have been
enacted by Parliament on April 1, 2011.

4. (1)

Where an item in the Estimates referred to in section 2 purports to confer

authority to enter into commitments up to an amount stated in the Estimates or

increases the amount up to which commitments may be entered into under any other
Act or where a commitment is to be entered into under subsection (2), the commitment
may be entered into in accordance
Adjustment in the Accounts of Canada for appropriations referred to in Schedule 1
With the terms of that item or in accordance with subsection (2) if the amount of the
commitment proposed to be entered into, together with all previous commitments
entered into in accordance with this section or under that other Act, does not exceed the
total amount of the commitment authority stated in that item or calculated in
accordance with subsection (2).
(2)

Where an item in the Estimates referred to in section 2 or a provision of any Act

purports to confer authority to spend revenues, commitments may be entered into in

accordance with the terms of that item or provision up to an amount equal to the
aggregate of (a) the amount, if any, appropriated in respect of that item or provision,
and (b) the amount of revenues actually received or, in the case of an item in the
Estimates, the estimated revenues set out in the details related to the item, whichever is
greater.
5.

An appropriation that is granted by this or any other Act and referred to in

Schedule 1 may be charged after the end of the fiscal year for which the appropriation is
granted at any time prior to the day on which the Public Accounts for that fiscal year
are tabled in Parliament, for the purpose of making adjustments in the Accounts of
Canada for the fiscal year that do not require payments out of the Consolidated
Revenue Fund.
6. (1)

An appropriation that is granted by this or any other Act and referred to in

Schedule 2 may be charged after the end of the fiscal year that is after the fiscal year for
which the appropriation is granted at any time prior to the day on which the Public
Accounts for that second fiscal year are tabled in Parliament, for the purpose of making
adjustments in the Accounts of Canada for that second fiscal year that do not require
payments out of the Consolidated Revenue Fund.

(2)

Notwithstanding any other provision of this Act, amounts appropriated by this

Act and set out in items of Schedule 2 may be paid and applied at any time on or before
March 31, 2013,
So long as every payment is charged first against the relevant amount appropriated
under any Act that is earliest in time until that amount is exhausted, next against the
relevant amount appropriated under any other Act, including this Act, that is next in
time until that amount is exhausted and so on, and the balance of amounts so
appropriated by this Act that have not been charged, subject to the adjustments referred
to in section 37 of the Financial Administration Act, lapse at the end of the fiscal year
following the fiscal year ending March 31, 2012.
7. Amounts paid or applied under the authority of this Act shall be accounted for in
the Public Accounts in accordance with section 64 of the Financial Administration Act.
Needless to say, my submitted appropriation did little for me; and can only suggest that
upon that day. Inspired the House and its representative to literary come running back
to hold session to do what they do best. Although in its conclusion I did finally receive
one (1) email response from a Sylvie Josephs who works at the Treasury Board of
Canada; in where she so eloquently stated this to be fact.
Now you know who the real Gangsters are.
Although fitting to say the least; and I must concur with Ms. Josephs remark since the
shoe fits- wear it so to speak. Ill throw my 2 cents in and say that every dog has their
day and irrevocably this Dawgs day has finally come. You see, a long time ago, my
father, God rest his soul. Had posed a question to me and at that time. I hadnt a clue
what he meant or understood the significance. But then again, I was only fifteen when
hed asked, Son do you think youre ready to play with the big dogs? If so, then
youd better be able to piss on the big trees. Today, I understand more than ever the
meaning in those words. And this libretto composed. Is me knocking on those wooden
doors that were derived in nature from the big trees that Id pissed on. That today
separates the same governmental chickens from their 3rd party commercial contracted
agents to come home to roost. When this publication not only concludes the original
draft manuscript. That admittedly had been liberated by the same Canadian
government agents and respected peace officers. Thatd dated back as far back as 1999.

Where the invasion of privacy had continued through 2002 and in doing so will also act
as the light that shines over the threshold.
Whereas, Im sure half of those people dont want the light left on, or the truth within
the conclusion of this story be told. Whereby, the other halfs curiosity certainly does;
and the rest of us will either take it or leave it for what it is, once the facts of this story
have been voiced in this publication.
As anticipated. Shaw Communications had all but denied their part in the
unconstitutional act of invasion of privacy. Where on July 27th, 2014. I personally had
sent Cassandra Vandel, a Shaw, manager from the Calgary Corporate Office an email.
Where according to her. She claims that Shaw cant find any record account of our
signed service agreement. Or maybe she had been instructed to say that. In spite of
being faced with a copy of the actual service agreement between Tamas Holdings and
Shaw. A half a years worth of returned checks from TD Bank made payable to Shaw
for the terms provided for monthly service; that where obviously cashed and the funds
transferred into Shaw Communications corporate bank account. On top of being
supplied with the telephone number and service address where Shaw had billed for
providing the said service. That has since been ascertained werent the actual service
provider after all. Even though Shaw had accepted numerous payments for providing
a service they now claim had never provided.
Now, Im not sure how the rest of you see it. And I personally dont care if Shaw had
been directed by government agents or not is beside the point. As a multibillion dollar
commercial corporation who would stand to lose far more when this gets out. Should
have known better or thought twice after consulting with their legal team before
prematurely jumping into bed with agents of the government. Since the already stated
Sec (2.3) of the Act, It is an infringement of copyright for a person, by means of the
Internet or other digital network, to provide a service primarily for the purpose of
enabling acts of copyright infringement if an actual infringement of copyright occurs by
means of the Internet or other digital network as a result of the use of that service.
Now Shaw may play ignorant even after being faced with their own contract. That
undeniably proves they did provide the internet and digital equipment used, and
received payment as such. That in their own words wasnt the service provider; they
cant deny the fact that they provided the electronic means. But unfortunately Shaw flat

out denies any and all parts since they continue to claim they cant find any of their own
records; or suggest they cant find them.
Yet, Im sure those same governmental members, that in my book are also held
responsible for the unlawful act. Had blown the smoke of national security up Shaws
ass. And in doing so. Insisted on a duty of responsibility from Shaw. While in return
had offered a false sense of security cloaked under a Canadian Flag embroidered
comforter.
Believe it or not. Only recently have I been able to ascertain to a certain extent. The
nature all of this has had and is almost unbelievable to some degree. The more I
uncover, the more signs become apparent hidden among more obstacles.
Unfortunately, the more people I try to share this with. Either think Im drunk, lost my
mind, or that I am so full of shit that they cant be bothered. Since the validity of my
assertions is hard to fathom. It literally blows my mind and makes me wonder how far
back along this journey. Would I have to go in time to the exact moment all this
commenced. Where tomorrow used to be a day away. Yesterday seems like an eternity
of days past. To unearth the reasoning behind their motivation that would in effect able
me to maneuver onward amongst the fear. Veiled within the unknown, frightens me
where Im left to share my dread. Do my background and criminal record, play that
much of a role in my expedition? I wouldnt have thought so, as I had paid my debt
back to society, supposedly. Yet I dont think the powers to be gave a shit back then or
a rats ass today for that matter. Though sometimes the correct path is the tortured one,
you find yourself on.
When knowingly and as far back as I can remember. Ive always been the black sheep
of our family. The one whom always got into trouble, yet seemingly always had a smile
on my face, Irregardless of the severity. Nonetheless, content with just being a mischief.
Having a constant yearning inside that I was unable to fully understand, nor unsure
how all of it would interact with my existence. Id continue to push the inner envelope,
never entirely satisfied. Although never disappointed that there wasnt more. From
my youth growing up in the bay area of San Francisco. During a time, that had been
considered the hippy generation. Filled with music, love, developmental expression of
freedom within drugs while conditioning to posture an anti-government disposition.

For others, the unfortunate ones, they found the Vietnam conflict via an automatic
system.
As the Vietnamese affray was never a declared war, yet the fighting said otherwise.
With the casualties being the ever mounting bodies on both sides had been a staggering:
1.7 million dead, of that 56,000 were US soldiers. 3 million people wounded, 303,000
were GIs that had gotten maimed in the police conflict.
Yet, for the fortunate son propitious in his return to a homeland that hed fought for
nothing more than idyllically disbelief. From a government that now left him endure
the shame, and to burden the blame. A virtual outcast labeled by his peers. Years spent
under psychiatric care to cope with the suffering from vivid and horrible dreams.
Collateral damage to those living wasnt the loss of 10,000 helicopters and warplanes. It
was measured in the amount of the pain and sorrow felt to survive the US dropping 7
million tons of bombs, and 75 million liters of jungle-defoliating herbicide.
Only to be later diagnosed with cancer. A body rode from the aftereffects of exposed
chemicals dropped on the American - GI from the same incomprehensible
leaders. Where the herbicide Agent Orange had been tested for use in Vietnam at
Canadian Forces Base Gagetown, New Brunswick. That included US bomber pilots that
had practiced carpet-bombing runs over Suffield, Alberta, and North Battleford,
Saskatchewan, before their tours of duty in Southeast Asia.
And the results of the only successful peace initiative in Hanoi by Canadian
diplomat Chester Ronning had been kept from public knowledge in order not to harm
official US-Canadian relations.
Ten thousand young Canadian men fought in the US armed forces in the conflict. At
the same time 20,000 American draft-dodgers and 12,000 army deserters found refuge
in Canada from military service in Vietnam. The direct cost of the war was $140 billion;
indirect costs are estimated at $900 billion, while leaving 13 million refugees in its
aftermath.
Although, both governments seemed to be more apprehensive regarding their image
and monetary stance. Then the results which by no means had been a cure.
Unfortunately for the vet, a reminder of a life spent traumatized for the declared act.

For others, they chose the less painful path to an escape, at the hand of a self-inflected
form of death to elevate their misery disguised in patriotism.
I a few years too young and even though I wasnt a naturalized citizen, nor could I cast
a vote. Made little difference to those same lawmakers as I could have been, but
luckily, the draft ceased before my appropriate age. From growing up on the Clipper
and Church to partying on the corner of Haight and Ashbury. That saw me graduate
Terra Nova High School in Pacifica, a suburb 15 miles south of the city by the bay.
Where I learned to surf Mavericks in Half Moon Bay, and taught golf at the Olympic
Club is a time long forgotten. However, and unfortunately, what wont soon be, was a
youth spent unable to successfully dodge the temptation of recreational drug use. That
sent this one, on a delicate mission to fight my own battle within the authority and
seduction. But they too always won. My first encounter was in 1966, at the ripe old age
of six. Id forced my mother to bear her embarrassment as she witnessed. The
enjoyment that I had been brought home in the back seat of the police car. In my failed
attempt to liberate Safeway of all candy bars that their display had held. Only then, to
let her bare further shame. After the officer who had walked me hand in hand to the
front door of our home. Looked directly at me when she asked the cop, what has he
done this time? Followed by another question, this time posed to me when she asked,
what do you say to the nice policeman? Instinctual, I pulled my hand from his and at
that precise instant, kicked him in the shin. Just before I bolted to my room, and while
over a trailing shoulder yelled, Daddy said never talk to cops. Boy did I get my ass
whipped for that one, where I couldnt sit down for a week after that.
I managed to avoid detection until my 1976 arrest for possession of marijuana. Since I
was still a minor in the courts eyes. Had been ordered by the judge to make a $100
non-profitable donation to a charitable organization. Id chosen N.O.R.M.L; -National
Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws.
I still remember the look on the judges face when he said to my mother. Mrs. Welch,
youre going to have your hands full with this one. Her reply a bittersweet, You
think.
Soon afterward, an Assault on a Police Officer. In where I was fined $75 for whacking
my belt buckle off the cops forehead. And while staring him down in the courtroom,

the judge asked, do you have anything to say? My reply to the presiding judge. For
seventy-five dollars your honor, Id do it again.
After my first felony conviction for possession of cocaine in 1977; I was done talking. I
mast a total of six offenses for operating a motorized vehicle. While driving under the
influence of alcohol over the next twenty-five-year span from 1980 2005. That also
added to the colorfulness of my lengthy record. Then my second felony arrest came in
1986 when I resided in Texas for two counts of possession and distribution of a
controlled substance to wit cocaine. Although I didnt have to face the music for that
probation violation for close to 10 years thereafter. Whereby I had written.
Harris Country Criminal Courthouse with its concrete facade and engraved stone
plaque announced the year constructed. The date was a late 19th century on this
historic edifice that had been remarkably maintained throughout the years...
All of which had unfortunately come to pass after the arresting cop infiltrated my
network. To do this effectively he stared with making a small purchase of an 8-ball (3.5
g) from one of my guys. Increasing the amount with each additional purchase. He
eventually snorted blow, fuck hookers, and partied like a rock star in my presence. And
upon request had even sold me a Browning High Power (9 mm) pistol. The day he took
me to Conroe, to see what he claimed was his makeshift speed lab. That was his tell, as
I knew better, and thought he was trying way too hard. To sell a point that would have
otherwise not needed or even mentioned. On top of him asking far too many times for
me to take him to my lab, or at least admit that I had one.
Since everyone on the street knew of my motto as I boasted, I dont have good cocaine.
I have pure cocaine. Reserved for those special clients that appreciated the good shit
and could afford my A bag since I knew the business and the chemistry.
From my Merck Index:
Additional Names: Cocaine Muriate Hydrochloride
Molecular Formula: C17H22ClNO4
Molecular Weight: 339.82.
Percent Composition: C 60.09%, H 6.53%, N, 4.12%, O, 18.83%, Cl 10.43%
Melting point: MP ~195
Optical Rotation: [a] D -72 (c = 2 in a saline, pH 4.5)
Properties: Crystals, granules, or powder; saline, slightly bitter taste; numbs tongue and
lips. MP ~195. [a] D -72 (c = 2 in a salon pH 4.5). One gram dissolves in 0.4 ml water;

3.2 ml cold, 2 ml hot alcohol; 12.5 ml chloroform. Also sol in glycerol, acetone. Insol in
ether or oils. Avoid heat in preparing soln as it decomposes.
Preserve in well-closed light-resistant containers.

Synthetic cocaine is highly desirable to the illegal drug industry since it eliminates the
high visibility and low reliability of offshore sources and international smuggling.
Replacing them with clandestine domestic laboratories, as are too common today for
illicit meth labs. However, natural cocaine remains the lowest cost and highest quality
supply of cocaine. Actual full synthesis of cocaine is rarely done, but does mean it cant
be or hasnt been.
Overview of the biosynthesis:
The main precursor of the bicyclic alkamine part is L-ornithine, converted to a
diamine, putrescine, by a specific decarboxylase (OrnDC). Putrescine (which can be
also obtained biogenetically from arginine) is Mono-N-methylated by transferase PMT
and subsequently transformed into N-methylaminobutanal by diamineoxidase DAO.
Next, spontaneous cyclization-dehydration takes place, with formation of the common
intermediate precursor, N-methyl- 1-pyrrolinium cation, from which nicotine and
tropane alkaloids can be formed. This monocyclic precursor is further transformed
into a corresponding 4-carbon side chain. -ketoacid intermediate by the action of two
acetyl coenzyme A, (AcCoA) ester molecules. The oxobutanoic acid can cyclize to exocarboxytropinone from which derivatives of tropine, pseudotropine or ecgonine are
subsequently formed.
Biosynthesis of cocaine:
The additional carbon atoms required for the synthesis of cocaine are derived from

Acetyl-CoA, in the addition of two Acetyl-CoA units to the N-methyl-1-pyrrolinium

cation. The first addition is a Mannich-like reaction (an organic reaction organic which
consists of an amino alkylation of an acidic proton placed next to a carbonyl
functional group by formaldehyde and a primary or secondary amine or ammonia. The
final product is a -amino-carbonyl compound also known as a Mannich base.
Reactions between aldimines and -methylene carbonyls are also considered Mannich
reactions because these imines form between amines and aldehydes. The reaction is
obviously named after the chemist Carl Mannich.) With the enolate anion from AcetylCoA acts as a nucleophile towards the pyrrolinium cation. The second addition occurs
through a Claisen condensation. (Is a carboncarbon bond forming reaction that occurs
between two esters or one ester and another carbonyl compound in the presence of a
strong base, resulting in a -keto ester or a -diketone. The bond forming reaction is
named after Rainer Ludwig Claisen who first published his work on the reaction in
1887.) This produces a racemic mixture of the 2-substituted pyrrolidine, with the
retention of the thioester from the Claisen condensation. In the formation of tropinone
from racemic ethyl [2,3-13C2] 4 (N methyl- 2-pyrrolidinyl) -3-oxobutanoate there is no
preference for either stereoisomer. In the biosynthesis of cocaine, however, only the (S) enantiomer can cyclize to form the tropane ring system of cocaine. The stereo
selectivity of this reaction was further investigated through study of prochiral
methylene hydrogen discrimination. This is due to the extra chiral center at C-2. This
process occurs through an oxidation, which regenerates the pyrrolinium cation and
formation of an enolate anion, and an intramolecular Mannich reaction. The tropane
ring system undergoes hydrolysis, SAM-dependent methylation, and reduction via
NADPH for the formation of methylecgonine. The benzoyl moiety required for the
formation of the cocaine diester is synthesized from phenylalanine via cinnamic acid.
Benzoyl-CoA then combines the two units to form cocaine.

Fig. Biosynthetic pathway of tropane alkaloids from ornithine

(Cordell, 1981; Leete, 1989; Robins and Walton, 1993; Humphrey and OHagan, 2001)
Cocaine is an alkaloid extract and a member of a broad group of plant substances that
also includes nicotine, caffeine, and morphine. The chemical name for cocaine is
benzoyl-methyl-ecgonine. Cocaines chemical structure consists of three parts: a
lipophilic group, a hydrophilic group, and an aliphatic group, which joins the first two
groups noted in the images above.
On the street, cocaine comes in either of two forms: hydrochloride salt or base. The
hydrochloride salt (powdered) form of cocaine can be administered intranasal (i.e.
Snorted). It can also be dissolved in water and injected. The base forms of cocaine
include any forms that are not neutralized by an acid to make the hydrochloride salt.
Depending on the method of production, the base forms are called freebase per se as
that was the popular name given back in the 70s and 80s when one smoked it. Today
it's more commonly called crack-cocaine.

The medical literature is often ambiguous when differentiating between freebase

And crack, and some suggest are actually the same chemical form of cocaine. They
go further out on a limb when they claim crack and freebase are made using different
techniques. Where they suggest that freebase is produced by dissolving cocaine
hydrochloride in water, adding a base like ammonia, and then adding a solvent,
typically ether. The cocaine base is dissolved by the ether and is extracted by
evaporation. Using this method there is a high probability that the ether, which is
highly volatile, will be trapped in the mixture and may cause burns, if not then the
ammonia left behind will distort the cocaine high. Crack, on the other hand, is
produced by dissolving cocaine hydrochloride in water, mixing it with ammonia or
sodium bicarbonate (baking soda), and heating this mixture to remove hydrochloride
salt. The remaining product is a soft mass that becomes hard when it dries. The name
crack comes from the crackling sound made when the mixture is smoked, but its real
claim to fame came from the CBS News documentary 48 Hours on Crack Street, which
aired in September 1986. Wherein its popularity the majority of the street dealers were
either buying their coke already rocked up from me as crack; or the entrepreneurial
ones, that wanted to maximize their profits-moi. Would seek to purchase pure power;
and when the stars had been aligned began to synthesize in a lab setting. Whereby, in
the same setting Id chemically wash in the cut into the powder form or hydrochloride
salt. My own recipe and lab technique had called for
1 part smoked mannitol (1oz.)
(2R,3R,4R,5R) -Hexan-1, 2,3,4,5,6-hexol
C6H14O6
Molar mass: 182.172
Density 1.52 g/cm3
Melting point 168 C (334 F; 441 K)
Boiling point 290 to 295 C (554 to 563 F; 563 to 568 K)
Solubility in water
216 g/L
Acidity (pKa) 13.50 @ 18 C
Refractive index (nD) 1.333

Combined with 2 parts health inositol (2 oz.)

(hexahydroxycyclohexane); 1,2,3,4,5,6-hexol is a chemical compound with formula C 6
H 12 O 6 or (-CHOH-) 6, a sixfold alcohol of cyclohexane. ...To give free Myo-inositol.
C6H12O6
Molar mass 180.16 g/mol
Density 1.752 g/cm3
Melting point 225 to 227 C (437 to 441 F; 498 to 500 K)
Myo-Inositol (free of phosphate) was once considered a member of the vitamin B
complex (formerly Vitamin B8); however, because it is also produced by the human
body from glucose, it is not an essential nutrient. Some substances such as niacin can
also be synthesized in the body, but are not made in amounts considered adequate for
good health, thus are still classified as essential nutrients. However, no convincing
evidence indicates this is the case for Myo-inositol.
Knowing this and further suggested that this is the perfect cut to use health wise. Id
then prepare the 1 oz. Of smoked mannitol by heating it for 30 minutes at 100 C; and
while it cooled, mix together the 2 oz. (Health) Myo-inositol. I then would put the 3oz.
Mixture in high speed grinder, until a fine dust like powder remained.
Now, depending on my mood, or if I wanted A, B, or C quality product when finished
would determine how much cut Id wash in.
Although, in essence, I just manufactured 3 oz. Of cocaine for under $10 per, once the
washing process was completed.
That said, C quality would warrant 14g. of manufactured cut placed in a 1000ml
Borosilicate Heat Resistant Glass Chemical Beaker; and for availability and simplicity
purposes Id flush with enough laboratory grade Acetone (95.9% methyl-pure); stir the
product with the use an automatic stirring machine for 45 minutes, while waiting. I
sifted in its equivalent 28g. pure powered cocaine for its chemical wash.
After the 45-minute string process is completed; drain and depose the acetone, where
youre left with a milky white paste. Immediately re-flood with enough acetone and
commence auto string until the paste is once again suspended in aq. sol.; add the 28 g.
of sifted flake into the beaker within a 2 min period. Drain contents into a filtered
funnel; I found if you pressed the filter cake in its entirety with an applied 8ft. Lbs.
pressure and held for an additional 2 mins. Seemed to be the magic combination used
to effectively combine both. Whereby afterwards empty the filtered contents on a

drying table; and under a well positioned heat lamp (18-24 high) and slow oscillating
fan finesses the 42 g piece down into smaller 3-4 g. relative size pieces as the acetone
evaporates.
Even though I found that 1g of my washed powdered product cooked into crack
would return .85g rock of crack-cocaine.
The purity itself of my C bag after washing was in and around 64 percentiles. The
B bag 80 %; and yes, there is a down side to washing your coke if your client is a
connoisseur that possesses a glass eye so to speak. Slang for the ability to tell that a
product had been washed. And is why I marketed my A bag was such vigor and
enthusiasm. Being a non-washed hydrochloride salt product and depending on my
experience and laboratory techniques used in the synthesis, had ranged from 92-96
percentile.
Whereas,
Crack-cocaine (crack) on the other hand is a free base form of cocaine per se that is
smoked. Whereby, some users dissolve it with lemon juice and inject it. Since crack
was running rapid and in some places powder had been the hard commodity to find.
Although, crack offers a short but intense high to smokers. The Manual of Adolescent
Substance Abuse Treatment calls it the most addictive (effective) form of cocaine.
Crack-cocaine is commonly used as a recreational drug. Crack first saw widespread use
in primarily impoverished inner city neighborhoods in New York, Los Angeles, and
Miami in late 1984 and 1985; its rapid increase in use and availability is sometimes
termed as the crack epidemic.
Whereby, Sodium bicarbonate (NaHCO3, common baking soda) is the prevailing base I
used in preparation of crack. The net reaction when using sodium bicarbonate is
Coc-H+Cl + NaHCO3 Coc + H2O + CO2 + NaCl
Whereby,
Coca paste (paco, basuco, oxi) is a crude extract of the coca leaf which contains 40 to the
mid-90s percentile cocaine sulfate along with companion coca alkaloids and varying
quantities of benzoic acid, methanol, and kerosene (aka- Raw paste (base)). In South
America, coca paste, also known as cocaine base and, therefore, often confused with
cocaine freebase in North America; yet in its semantics Ill suggest that the raw paste
(base) is the true freebase in its raw form. And yes with that analogy would open
myself up for debate, so feel free to bring it on.

With that, the coca paste is smoked with tobacco or cannabis cigarettes and use has
become widespread in several Latin American countries. Traditionally, coca paste has
been relatively abundant in South American countries such as Colombia, Bolivia, Peru
and Ecuador, where it is processed into cocaine hydrochloride (powder cocaine) for
distribution to the rest of the world. And in my experience Ecuador by far had
produced the highest quality Coca paste that I have ever seen. Where the cocaine
hydrochloride product manufactured had a potency of 96% nicknamed Rocket Fuel.
Ill contribute this to a cook who had incorporated spot on lab techniques; and didnt
fuck with his coca paste after the plant alkaloid extraction. Whereby, the coca leaves
themselves had been grown and harvested in a country straddling the equator. On
South Americas west coast, diverse in its landscape. Encompasses by Amazon jungle
where the tropical rainforest type soil would undoubtedly be enriched with nutrients
not seen elsewhere.
Although, the caustic reactions associated with the local application of coca paste
prevents its use by oral, intranasal, mucosal, intramuscular, intravenous or
subcutaneous routes. Coca paste can only be smoked when combined with a very
inflammable material such as tobacco or cannabis; and thus in and of itself separates the
aforementioned from the two North American freebase per se and crack-cocaine.
Whereby, the next video clip, although personally one of my favorites had been far too
long in the making!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fMbuOLdWy2k&index=12&list=PLgjXjIAkwDcPzAI1PZCxUzyNoVXhR9sez

Ill never forget the day the undercover narcotics officer had ordered a brick, slang for
one kilogram (1000 g.) However, I only had pound left, and four ounces of that were
already spoken for. So he settled for the remaining quarter pound. Lucky for me he too
was a dumb mother fucker looking for the quick bust. If hed only waited another week
or so. Id would have had the time to cook up another batch and sold him that kilo he
wanted. Yet, fortunately for me he didnt. And once that transaction was completed.
He pulled out his gold badge. In where I looked at him and said, cool where can I get
one. Before he could reply the front door of my apartment was busted in and my place
was swarming with cops. I was taken to Harris County Jail and formally charged with
2 first degree felonies that carried a sentencing structure of 5 -to- 99 years each. And
with that I needed $100,000 for bail.

One phone call and 45 minutes later I was released. Where my girlfriend met me
outside with a slip of paper and a number to call the following Monday.
As it turned out the bar Rumors, formally J-Rocks that I used to hang out and where I
sold a ton of dope was managed by my friend Jesse.
Jesse and I, our relationship went way back, where I remember on one Friday night in
question I was supposed to meet him for a drink. Yet my sister Cindy had to work late
and insisted that I watch her son JT. Now my nephew JT had to be 7 maybe 8 years old
at the time, and I didnt want to disappoint either. So I instructed JT to get dressed as
his uncle Tom was going to him out. Around 9:30 pm we ventured up to the club so I
could keep my meet with Jesse. You have to realize that at the time in the state of Texas
you could bring in a minor into a bar. And even serve him alcohol as long as they were
accompanied by an adult, and the adult was the one who made the purchase.
What Im about to tell you, or better yet, show you from a scene in this video clip
hyperlink from a movie actually happened to me and my nephew. Now I know the
skeptics will call bullshit, or at best chalk it up to nothing more than a coincidence. Yet
you know I dont believe in coincidences. And for it to happen exactly like the movie, I
mean word for word.
When I say that my nephew and I entered the bar looking for Jesse, ventured back
towards the pool tables. Where I said out loud, I got a hundred bucks here says me
and my nephew can beat any two but we gotta get the next game as he has to be in bed
by 10 oclock. Two guys immediately jumped to their feet and took up the challenge.
They had won the coin toss, and elected to brake. Jesse had seen what was going on
and by now was standing next to me. The guy that shot first made nothing off the
brake. I of course shot seconded and ran the entire table, but did not have a position on
the 8-ball. They next guy up sunk two maybe three balls before he missed and left the
cue ball positioned for a straight in shot. Needless to say. JT made the shot, sinking the
black ball in the side pocket. And thus I walked out making a quick hundred after Jesse
had bought me a beer. As he thought that scene was priceless and every bit deserving a
round on the house. Other than a bar full of people and God as my only witness. I
cant explain for the life of me. How a true passage of my life actually made it onto the
big screen? As coincidences just doesnt cut it, and God knows that Im not bullshittin.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rTc01ihgEbk&list=PLgjXjIAkwDcPzAI1PZCxUzyNoVXhR9sez&index=21

I only mentioned it because the bar itself was actually owned by a lawyer named Jim
Skelton. Whom was a bonding attorney and just needed to be signed the bail order for
my release? You see, back then and in the state of Texas. If you killed someone and
wanted to escape the death penalty you hired Richard Racehorse Haynes. During
his five decades of practice, hes represented 40 clients facing capital punishment; not
one has been sentenced to death. And if you got caught with blow, and didnt want to
spend the majority of your life in prison. Then there was only one person you needed
to call and that was Jim Skelton.
At our first meeting he made mention that he had attended law school with the Judge
from the 177th District Court Marvin Love and to leave it with him. I thank God, hed
been persuasive enough to convince me not to when he said. Ronald Reagan is
president and Nancy Regans war on drugs is in full swing. If you crank this up Tom
and take your case to trial. You will be found guilty by a jury of republicans and will
be sentenced to serve seventy-five (75) years in prison. I said, Jim, I dont know about
you. But I cant do seventy-five years.
I was out on bail for about a year where itd been agreed that Id be sentenced to serve
ten years probation for my part. Unfortunately, I could not manage to stay clean as
usual, and after another hot piss test to yet another PO. I felt it necessary to run instead
of manning up with actions. I fled the country and headed back to Canada, only to get
nabbed some ten years later on a flight from Calgary to Dallas. Where upon landing at
the airport in Texas. The pilot announced over the P.A. Weve been ordered by US
Customs to remain on the tarmac. That they will be boarding the aircraft. I knew
right then and there. They were coming for me. I was held in Dallas for the night,
transferred to Ft. Worth, prior to being transported to Houston. This time, in Harris
County Courthouse I couldnt dodge the transformational change that was about to
occur. And needless to say was more than grateful to only receive a five-year prison
sentence for a crime I committed damn near ten years earlier
Harris County Jail a small city within a city. Some waiting for their day in court, other
serving one-year sentences or less, and for me, along with forty-nine others waiting to
catch the chain heading for TDC-Texas Department of Criminal Justice Institutional
Division-The Pen.
At that time, Harris County Jail housed some 11,000+ inmates. Not quite as many as
the 22,000 LA County jail could hold, yet, all the same, a lot of angry individuals.
Where their anger exhibited was masking the underlining emotion of fear, as would
have it. This my first pen bit. I would be heading towards one of the most feared penal

institutions in the United States. Id entered a world of condemned men, a world of

murderers, rapists, robbers, and drug dealers alike. Some destined to death, some
never to set foot back into society and others with lengthy sentences that I would not
wish on my worst enemy. However, you know the saying. Dont do the crime if you
cant do the time. I remember when I was young, immature, and on the inside through
conditioning taught that saying. Back then, it was a typical Jailhouse mentality, and a
persona, one must take on to fit in and to survive. I am one of the blessed that did
survive, as well as one that did not have to face down a 50, 60 or 70-year bit.
However, I have more empathy towards both men and women who beyond choice,
must stare down those lengths one day at a time. For example, aggravated carjacking
in the state of Texas fetches an automatic 99 years. Not too many ever see the light of
day. After making such a rash decision in life that led them to steal a car using a pistol,
or other weapon in hand. Those types of sentences are far too common, and yet dont
seem to be a deterrent in cities like Houston or Dallas for that matter.
Ill never forget the night the Sheriff came to my unit just before lights out. Where hed
told me that Id be on the morning chain and to have my shit ready around 2am.
Needless to say, I did not sleep that evening, and sure enough, the door to my cell was
cracked right at 2am. I was led downstairs towards an underground holding area and
put into a larger tank with 49 other prisoners.
The next 5 hours spent in that holding tank felt like an eternity. The hours filled with
thoughts and emotions that I never experienced before, or knew existed, or for that
matter prepared to show anyone. It was a solace of silence for most, yet for some filled
with laughs and jokes shared. Id suggest from the ones who were petrified the most,
scared beyond scared you could just tell. To this day, I dont hold it against them, or for
that matter blame them either. Because I too was scared shirtless, yet found my peace
in silence to deal with the overwhelming fear.
We were still in Harris County issued orange coveralls. When the sound of an electric
driven motor trailed by the chattering of the chain through a geared wheel. Followed by
the ever lounging beeping, and then silence. That could only mean one thing. Our ride
was here. Within minutes, the distinct sound of more chains dangling. Appeared 2
transport officers who were carrying an arm full of shackles, white coveralls and a bag
of white plastic slip on shoes. All of which were tossed in before us. We were
instructed to change from orange to white and waited as our names were called one by

one in pairs to be bound together by locking steel and loaded onto the ever-intimidating
Bluebird. One big fortified blue bus, and standard institutional transportation for the
State of Texas. I prepared myself ahead of time. I knew that next 5-year trip wasnt
going to be a picnic. No nights out on the town traveling down the Beltway 8 heading
towards Greens Point Mail. No dinners at Bennigans an Irish pub-theme casual dining
restaurant chain founded in 1976 in Atlanta by restaurateur Norman E. Brinker as one
of Americas original casual dining concepts. The chain operated under the restaurant
division of Pillsbury for most of its history, until Pillsbury was bought out by British
liquor conglomerate Grand Metropolitan Known. Due to laws preventing liquor
manufacturers from operating liquor sellers, the chain was sold to Texas-based
Metromedia restaurants, until the company filed for bankruptcy in 2006. In July 2008,
all of Bennigan's 150 corporate locations across the US were closed. Due to parent
company Metromedia Restaurant Group of Plano, Texas filing for Chapter 7
bankruptcy protection. Initially the firm's 138 franchisee-owned remained open, but
many later closed in the months and years after the bankruptcy filing. Several
international locations, however, remained open. In South Korea, for instance, over 30
locations still operated as usual. However, the operator of Bennigans in South Korea
had announced that all locations in the country would be closed by January 31, 2016.
The chain then went through a series of restructuring and ownership changes until it
was purchased by Legendary Restaurant Brands, LLC in 2015. It is now operating out
of Dallas, Texas. As of January 2015, there are 23 Bennigan's locations in 11 U.S. states,
and 39 additional locations in eight other countries.
Or the other favorite of mine had been TGI Fridays an American restaurant chain that
focused on casual dining. The company was a unit of the Sentinel Capital Partners and
TriArtisan Capital Partners. Whod purchased the company from Carlson Companies
in May 2014. The name is asserted to stand for Thank God It's Friday. Although as of
2010 some television commercials for the chain have also made use of the alternative
phrase, Thank God It's Friday's. The chain is known for its appearance, with redstriped canopies, brass railings. Tiffany lamps and frequent use of antiques as dcor
had been a hot spot that I patronized from Wednesday thru Sundays but not since.
An hour or so later we were all aboard and headed north on Highway 45 leaving
Houston. I dont recall the ride since once again, my mind consumed with the thought
and the same emotions as before. Yet now running wild an overdrive within, and

before I knew it. The bus was turning into The Diagnostic Unit Huntsville TX. Our
driver, Im sure conditioned in years. To enter the prison from the front and continued
around to the back as my first sight of TDC was on the institutional graveyard. Rows
and rows off entirely lined white crosses marked with what appeared to be random
numbers. I saw no names, just numbers, an endless count of hundreds upon hundreds
of graves which undoubtedly had been accumulating over the life of prison. Indicating
the end for the unnamed prisoner. Not a vision one wants to see when entering a pen,
although one I cant ever seem to forget either. I dont recall the exact thought I had at
the time. A byproduct of genuine shock, Im sure, and the reason for the stilled
memory. Forever etched like the numbers on those crosses ever so vague, however
never to fade.
The Bluebird bus came to rest as the sound of squeaking breaks finally halted the 15
tons of reinforced steel alongside two 20 steel doors. Where we were instructed to fall
out into the parking lot in rows of 10 across similar to the tombstone crosses we just
passed. The steel doors opened to emerge 3 the biggest motherfuckers Id ever seen.
An easy 1000 lbs. Combined marched out in unison and stood before us not one under
6. Two white Neanderthals, one with a clipboard, both lower in rank flanked a black
Sargent neither of them appeared to have had a neck. The Sargents cheek stretched
with chew spit, then announced in a pronounced southern drawl said, welcome to
Texas Department of Criminal Justice. Spat again, then said, when you al enters this
facility youll be butt ass naked when you oil leaves this facility youll be the butt as
naked, so strip! Followed by a final spit.
There we were 50 of guys standing in our birthday suits as the guard with the clipboard
in hand, called out our names one by one. We paraded single file with swinging cocks
straight through the massive steel doors and right into a holding cell. Not their
long. We strutted in silence one by one in a row of the barber chairs. Although, I did
witness a Sikh in front of me objecting loudly to having his turban removed to no avail.
As the TDC guard shouted back, Quite boy, and realize where youre at, and that Im
the only god that can save you now. He too became still and along with the rest of us
had our heads shaved while protecting our family jewels. Sprayed for lice, then
showered. Hand given two sets of TDC whites, one set of black TDC handmade boots.
Our photograph taken to produce inmate ID. Then led into an office to see a doctor
whom had to be in his eighties. We were all given a fast food, medical, where I

witnessed him stamp my file in bold red ink indicating my placement. FIELD is all I
saw. It didnt take a Rocket Scientist to figure out where I was to work after my 30-day
evaluation. To give you an example of being in the wrong place at the time. My celli
while at the Diagnostic Unit had been from Oklahoma, where hed worked for the
power company. Ventured across the border into Texas one afternoon for lunch.
Where had stopped at a bar and he too shot a game of pool, but unfortunately an
altercation had broken-out and while he had taken a pool ball to the side of the head.
Retaliated by striking his pool cue upside the other guys head. The Texas Department
of Public Safety had arrived and since the other guy was unconscious. He was charged
and further found guilty at trial. Sentenced to 35 years for aggravated assault causing
bodily harm. I have never seen him again, as my 30-day diagnostic process ending
before he.
Where my first assignment Joe F. Gurney Unit (Transfer Facility) 1385 FM 3328
Tennessee Colony, TX. 75803, and Hoe Squad #4, which comprised of fifty men that
consisted of 4 x 10-man chain-gangs, with the other 10 guys singly chained to
themselves milling about. All of us encompassed by 4 perimeter guards on horseback.
Toting a high powered rifle with a scope the length of the barrel. Protected 2 inner
bosses on horseback that stood every bit 16 hands high. A field working job made very
simple. We picked cabbage in the summer and cotton in the winter, with a stint tilling
the fields in between seasons with a garden hoe, nicknamed a Texas Aggie. Where
nobody dared to make any wrong move; as your life truly did depend upon your
action. All fifty of us did this eight hour a day for five days a week up to the day I laid
it down. Thats right. I finally had enough and decided to quit prison work. Or at
least, thought Id try.
I was on the business end of an Aggie, asshole and elbows were all one could see. We
were bent right over ploughing the field in a typical Texas torrential down pour. The
rain, and I mean rain was pouring down like cats and dogs. You might as well have
been standing under a fire hose. Id finally had enough of the water running down the
crack of my ass when I said, Fuck It, and dropped to its. Sat right there on my
butt. Fortunately, I was the last man on our chain. With that, the line started to pivot in
direction as I was now nothing more than an acting anchor. There had been a young
black kid next to me who hollered down with, what you doing Wood, get up. Wood

is what blacks call whites in a Texas pen, and no offense was ever taken. Its just the
way it was. My reply, Im done Dawg; Im laying it down brother.
I turned my attention towards the Boss who was sitting atop his horse weaving his way
through the line to pull up behind me. I felt a nudge on my back and realized that the
horse was pawing at me with his huff. The Boss slow in the draw asked, whats the
problem boy? Im done Boss, I said. The Boss before dismounting motioned for
assistance from another guard and when the other horse mounted Boss arrived, had
handed over his revolver from a V shaped holster nestled between his legs. Designed
in such a way, that inhibits an inmate from rolling up on either side of the unsuspecting
sentinel with the intent to grip his pistol.
The alit Boss is now standing beside me with a heavy hand gripped my arm and helped
me to my feet, then said, thats alright son, weve got a place for quitters. I look over
at the black kid with a smile and a nod, while the Boss unlocked my leg iron and
reattached to the younger brother. However, in a flash the smile on my face was
quickly erased to indicate surprise, followed by fear with the abrupt pulling. When the
other horse mounted Boss had lassoed my left leg and off we went. His horse
commanded in a steady gallop headed for the side entrance. An easy 400 hundred
yards or so in full stride. My noggin felt like a bobblehead as I was bounced, and tossed
about like a Raggedy Andy doll in a washing machine just before being spun dry. The
guard acting like Roy Rodgers atop of his horse Trigger. Hit every rut, puddle, and
thicket bush along the way before we finally stopped outside the gate. I was literally
out on my feet, head spinning in every direction like a gyro. Impossible to stand under
my power, a flattened Gumby thatd thrown-up. Just missing the field dog that had
come to sniff me out where Im sure was named Bullet. Id been rode hard and about to
be put away wet. Mud and grass covered, with the same clump stuffed in every office.
I was escorted inside the gate still coughing and spitting as the dog raised a leg to mark
his spot. I heard two other guards laughing just before they literally beat the wet
clothes right off me with one shot after another. Carried down a flight of stairs wearing
nothing more than shit stained institutional boxers. Led under force into a maze of
catacomb corridors that end at a double door lock down which was my new home. The
cell was 7 x 7 x 7; equipped with a steel shitter decorated the far corner and a gray
one-inch plastic foam mat the other. It was so bright that I had to squint at first to see
anything from a ceiling covered in fluorescent lights. And talk about fucking cold. I

stood there shivering and thought for sure I could see my breath. While I struggled
desperately to fight off the pounding in my head to regaining my equilibrium. Not
long thereafter I heard the white bean shoots door open to yield in contrast a jet black
face. With white teeth brighter than my cell produced a single roll of toilet paper
alongside the smile followed a voice that said. Hey Wood, you better make it last, its
the only one ya going get.
I dont recall how long I stood in the center waiting for someone to come and offer me a
hot shower, a bed roll, and a set of clean clothes. Yet, I finally gave up yelling out loud
and picked up the toilet paper roll and thought to myself. At least I had a pillow to rest
my aching head. I stretched out on my back, head propped up where I must have
dozed off for a bit. I came from the sound of wheels moving down the hall. The bean
shoot opened again, this time, a dinner tray slid in, and right onto the floor. The guard
quick to state from behind the closed steel door. Next time be at the shoot if you
wanna eat.
You know, that blackface wasnt lying when he said its the only one you get. And I
dont know exactly what day it was when I ended up using the last of my pillow to
wipe my ass. But I do know that 269 meals later. I finally got my shower, was able to
brush my teeth and given a fresh set of clean clothes since entering the hole. When on
the ninetieth day that door opened for the first time since it closed behind me. I looked
up. There stood before me the same field Sargent, who helped me to my feet that rainy
day. I never realized how big that redneck was until I saw his bulk fill the door. Again,
slow to say, Ya ready to go back to work Boy. Quickly, I replied, Yes, sir Bossman.
Id be good worker, boss. Solitary confinement had readjusted my attitude and
conformed another one.
Needless to say, I slept that night and when woken was instructed to meet with a
classification officer. Not really sure what to expect yet the meeting itself took less time
than the walk over. I was no longer in Hoe Squad #4. Reclassified to work Inside
Garden Squad, that meant I had to spool my rags and relocated to a different unit. I
settled in without incident and waited patiently. Around lunch time inmates started to
fill the unit, and within a day or two I had met all twelve guys who comprised the
Inside Garden Squad.
The private garden squad work was nothing like working in the fields. We were
responsible for tending to all the landscaping throughout the unit. Not one head of
cabbage or fuckin cotton bush in sight. I would fit in quite well.

The crew of twelve now thirteen with the addition of me. Was soon nicknamed by one
of the guys as the Bakers Dozen. The days filled with menial tasks of clipping
hedges and light pruning of rose bushes. The nights were spent getting to know one
another by filling each others ear with stories of our past. One story I relived, in
particular, was when Id just moved from California to Houston and was working in a
factory building crates to be packed with electronic items that were shipped via sea or
air. Id been there for a month, maybe six weeks and had made friend with a dude
named Richard. Wed get together on weekends to drink beer and shoot the shit. One
Friday night we were out bar hopping, and hed run into another friend who happened
to be a small time coke dealer named Tom as well. Needless to say, we split the
purchase of a gram and went back to his place to get high. He thought the coke was
good; I thought it had been cut too much. One conversation leads to the next, and
before I knew it, I was on the phone with a friend of mine named Tim that I used to
work with in LA, who had just recently moved back to Fort Lauderdale. Now this guy
had the good shit. It wasnt Heisenberg level quality, but nevertheless it was still in the
ninety percentile. I think it tested out around 92% cocaine. I knew this from personal
experience and was the only reason Id called him in the first place.
My story as I continued to tell it to the guys, was the fact that I soon quit my job
building boxes, and was running blow from Florida to Texas and my number one client
was the other Tom that wed bought the gram off of. I started my new job by buying
one ounce for twelve hundred and selling it to Tom for two grand. A return flight from
Houston Intercontinental to Ft. Lauderdale via Continental Airlines was about $300.
When you did the math. I made a profit of five Benjamins per run. I began with one
trip per week. However, because the quality of cocaine was better than anything on the
streets of Houston. The trips soon increased to three times per week within 2 months.
The clinching tale with the other convicts was when I told them that I had flown from
Houston to Ft. Lauderdale on a morning flight. Met my buddy Tim outside of the
arrival area when hed pull up in his blue Nova. Id jump in. Hed circle the parking
lot once, giving me just enough time to drop my drawers, duct-tape two-four ounce
(4 oz.) packages tight to each leg. Before pulling up my pants. While driving Tim
would lay out four Tony Montana size rails in the center console. Wed sniff two each
all in one lap time. Hed stop at the departure terminal where we said our goodbyes
and made plans for the next trip in a couple of days. I jumped out and was heading

back in to catch the next flight home. Before leaving Houston that morning. I already
had obtained my boarding pass for the return flight, so all I needed to do was head
straight through security and proceed directly towards the departure gate. Yes, it was
the same crew and airplane that I just stepped off. I remember as I approached the
gateway to hand the flight attendant my ticket and boarding pass. She immediately
recognized me. Her eyes gave her away, and when I handed her both my boarding
pass and ticket and with a quizzical look of surprise on her face, she asked, werent
you just on this flight?
Now, before I continue with the story. Lets look at this from another point of view, the
reality point. I was twenty-five years old. Carrying eight ounces of controlled
substance strapped to my nuts. The half a gram of cocaine I just sniffed heightened by
the rush of adrenaline flowing through my veins as I was about to board a United States
commercial aircraft bound for another state. Where I was just called out by the flight
attendant for an act that does not happen all that often.
Who flies from Houston to Florida on the morning flight, just to return on the very next
flight, all under a few hours of time?
Just take another moment while you ask yourself this. How would you have handled
that exact situation, knowing full well the ramification of getting busted? I am sure the
nature of that particular offense would easily fetch a fifteen-year prison sentence in the
state of Florida, and probably longer if itd landed in a Texas courtroom. With ice
running through my veins. This was how I handled it and was the story that solidified
my place among the crew of the Bakers Dozen.
I met her gaze eye to eye; and with my index finger raised to my lips. The release of a
deadly silence shushes, when I murmured dont mention this to the others, but I work
for the airline, and Im here today to evaluate the crews performance. Needless to
say, I think you could surmise for yourself the quality of service that Id received on
that flight home. I think I could have pressed the issue and become a Mile High
Exclusive Club Member with one of the Flight Attendants, as she was more than
willing to please. Unfortunately, I had a couple of packages between my legs that all
but kiboshes that idea, or could have heightened the moment if I was completely
reckless in my endeavors.
The stories told included the 10-year hiatus from Texas, my lab work that included the
involvement with the undercover cop that saw to my arrest. Where it didnt take long

after that for the guys to begin to trust me, and share more and more revealing
stories. Frank, nicknamed (the Magician) was older and without a doubt the most
sophisticated and intelligent criminal I met. Even though he wasnt your typical
offender by trade, he did like the way I handled myself and began to invite me into his
world when he introduced me to Don the Italian mobster. He too got a kick out of the
stories told. You see, prison is a whole other world, and either you fit in, or you fought
your way through it. No in-between. If you could get along with others, and knew
your place and how to conduct yourself around the condemned. Then theyd allowed
for you the opportunity to earn their respect. If not, and you couldnt fit in, then prison
became a very lonely and scary place to be. For those, the ones that didnt make it.
Became the numbers engraved on those crosses. Or the ones whod checked-in to
protective custody to survive, or learned to suck dick while they became another
inmates PUNK-or -BITCH, simple as that.
As time went on, Frank and Don became more and more interested in why and how I
became a drug dealer/manufacturer and finally approached me with a devised plan.
As they were convinced that I had what it would take to become an excellent
Confidence Man. Frank, being a good judge of character when employed in a pro-social
manner by a major oil company as a computer guru. Now hes serving 25 years for
masterminding a machine used to clean out ATM machines without setting off any
internal security systems. Granted, it was way above my brain capacity to figure out
how he did it. And I could only imagine what it took to devise such a concept. Yet if
you saw Terminator 2 Judgment Day where the kid played by Edward Furlong uses
one similar to access cash from an ATM. Then I can assure you Frank was the one
person whod used a machine like that in the real world and was now unfortunately
serving time for it.
I agreed to heed to both one night over a cup of coffee and discuss their plan during
our nightly battle on a chess board. I listened carefully as Frank and Don combined
their thoughts and laid out an exercise they wanted me endure. I found that Frank had
taken the imitative and had already spoken to the other guys on our crew who
eventually agreed to spend extra time with me, sharing the dos and dont on their
individual criminal endeavors. In essence, an in depth, crash course on the various
criminal nature and an insight into their network that had ranged from a sophisticated
car thief ring. A credit card fraudster who manufactured spot on credit cards. An ex-

bank manager in on money laundering and theft. A stock broker doing time for insider
trading. A Mafioso boss. A drug cultivator. A drug manufacturer. A weapons dealer
and a bank robber all agreed to school me in their given profession while I embarked on
a path, as long as I agreed to follow their every word to the letter no matter how foolish
it sounded, and had to promise not to quit or give up on any of their formal trained
lessons theyd devised or pay the consequences for failure. And trust me when I say
failure in a situation as such wasnt even an option.
When it was all said and done, I learned the ins and outs of credit cards and credit
card company protocol. The inner workings of financial institutions from the basic
teller to upper management, including deposits, loans, mortgages, investments-both
personal and corporate, global financing -international banking. Money laundering
tactics used by big business. Stories from Wall Street that would leave you shaking
your head and questioning who are the real criminals. I was instructed on how to
grow the best pot and perfected methods further used to synthesize pharmaceutical
grade quality narcotics. Became schooled in drug dealing in weapons via international
traffickers. You name it. It was a topic I was taught at length. Not one avenue left
unexplored, or for that matter a fraud stone left unturned.
I was enthralled with it all, soaked it up like a dried sponge in water. I became so good
that I could get an Eskimo to give me all the ice I wanted. Then beg me to sell it back to
him at whatever cost. I recall one day the prison had closed down the wing next to
ours. Where we stood in our recreation yard and watched them film a scene from the
TV hit series. Walker- Texas Ranger. Where I witnessed live Chuck Norris does his
thing on a stunt actor posing as an inmate. A story one might not want to share a
parent teacher day. But all the same a remembered experience.
Similar to the knowledge when known characters and my written story line that had
been liberated by government officials from as early as 1999 thru - 2002 had also been
the foundation of the Dodd-Frank Wall Street Reform Act. Although, I have no way
of proving it officially. Down deep I dont have to as the truth is the truth when I
already know in my gut. And yes, I read the US version where supposedly the two,
Barney Frank and Chris Dodd who did offer some input. Yet in their limited capacity
took all the credit did so after theyd read my work or became privy to it.

It suits me just fine knowing the truth and will have to do for the time being. Because I
can assure you, that the US government isnt going to give me kudos or for that matter
cut me in on the value or the impact that the Act has had on the scope of the big picture.
Nor are they even going to offer an apology as that in and of itself would be an
admission of guilt.
Since the U.S. Secret Service was then mandated to establish a nationwide network of
Electronic Crimes Task Forces (ECTFs). The concept of the ECTF network is to bring
together not only federal, state and local law enforcement, but also prosecutors, private
industry, and academia. The common purpose is the prevention, detection, mitigation
and aggressive investigation of attacks on the nation's financial and critical
infrastructures. Of course, would be valid and warranted considering my criminal
history, along with my step by step creative financial stratagems known and since used
at their discretion.
The Secret Service's ECTF and Electronic Crimes Working Group initiatives prioritize
investigative cases that involve electronic crimes. These efforts provide necessary
support and resources to field investigations that meet any one of the following criteria:

Significant economic or community impact

Participation of organized criminal groups involving multiple districts or

transnational organizations

Use of schemes involving new technology.

Throughout, the role of the U.S. Secret Service had gradually evolved since the agency's
1865 inception, from its initial mandate suppressing the counterfeiting of U.S.
currency to protecting the integrity of the nation's financial payment
systems. During this time, as methods of payment have diversified so had the scope of
the Secret Service's mission. Computers and other chip devices are now the facilitators
of criminal activity or the target of such, compelling the involvement of the Secret
Service in combating cybercrime. The writing was on the wall, or should I say, in their
very hands. I laid sophisticated scenarios on how to access personal as well as business
bank accounts from using every day to day counter transaction from the beginning with
simple withdraw slips. In a more elaborate scheme of fictitious check deposits and
tracing missing funds. As time went, I evolved in the exploitation from checking
accounts that were either from closed or stolen. Incorporating printers and computer

software that could easily be obtained without resistance of with such technology apply
encoded account numbers, from a host of non-expecting company. The concept of task
forces had been around for many years and had proven good results. However,
conventional teams have consisted primarily of law enforcement personnel. The Secret
Service developed a new approach to increase the resources, skills and vision by which
local, state and federal law enforcement team with prosecutors, private industry and
academia to fully maximize what each has to offer to combat criminal activity. By
forging new relationships with private sector entities and scholars, the task force opens
itself up to a wealth of resources and communication. The agency's first Electronic
Crimes Task Force (ECTF), the New York Electronic Crimes Task Force, was formed
based on this concept and has been highly successful since its inception in 1995. While
the Secret Service to lead this innovative effort, the agency believes in partnerships with
strong emphasis on prevention and education, in addition to traditional law
enforcement measures. The task forces provide an adequate framework and
collaborative crime-fighting environment in which the resources of its participants can
be combined to effectively and efficiently make a significant impact on electronic
crimes. Other law enforcement agencies bring additional criminal enforcement
jurisdiction and resources to the task forces while representatives from private industry
and academia bring a wealth of technical expertise and research capabilities. I think
one could easily justify the attention that Id attracted throughout this journey over a
rugged trail of twisted treachery.

Pseudo - Social Injustice

There is all the difference in the world between treating people equal and trying to make them
equal. F.A. Hayek

The basic foundation for Pseudo - Social Injustice simply put. The bad choices we make
in life, and how the government chooses to interact with those elections. Needless to
say I had made my fair share, and although they were decisions I made. Shouldnt
have had any profound effect on the government and morally the right thing to do.
Unfortunately, that wasnt the case to be when you stay out all night drinking wine and
getting stoned. Although, Ive been known to fight a good fight. I never won the
octagon battle between addictive behavior and authority complex. When the rumble
left was to walk alone. Accepting who you are and the lifestyle led thatd compromised
a majority of my freedom. That is or had been surrounded by the criminal aspect
associated with drugs in one form or another. It didnt matter if I cultivated it,
synthesized it, smoked it or sold it. I got fucked-up because of my involvement with it.
Im not justifying my behavior thatd governed the majority of my actions, nor am I
seeking sympathy for it. Im just telling it like it is. Even though I have never spoken a
word about my life to anyone, as those cards dealt. Are to be played from a hand held
close to ones chest. Where on the flop to air out my dirty laundry there had been no
tell. The collateral damage felt from the river card, thus exposing those uniformed
skeletons cleaned from a closet; whereas, crooked cops, do they come any other way?
In my experience no and if I was just a little dumber back then, I might have joined
the force and got myself some. Fortunately, for me that isnt the cloth thatd Id been
cut from or the side of the street that I play upon. But at 56 years old instead of freedom
borne over fifty-five. Im faced with the embossment and ashamed to admit that the
first time I used a mind altering substance I was eight. And at my age today, I have yet
to find the answer. Maybe there isnt one. Im also fearful that when I publish this
EBook. In some weird around about fuckinway karma will bite me in the ass and Ill
pay the price for it as well. Whereby, sometimes we need to make the wrong choices to
get to the right place in the truth. That must be told and those responsible held
accountable for their actions brought to light. If I dont step-up and bare it all now. It
may be too late, and Ill continue to lose the fight for what is already mine. As the
Canadian government has clearly shown me their true colors cloaked in red and white,

and..... Blue. My intentions are as honored as the day is long. Whereby, this convicts
word is his bond.
Including an invaluable lesson learnt a long time ago when I was about 6 or maybe 7 at
the time. Where the length of the short of it was my sister was fucking with me one day
when we were outside playing. She had continued to tease me to the point that I saw
red and was pissed. She had stirred it up in me until I was mad enough that I threw a
broken brick at her, hitting her square in the head, and watched it bounce right off her
skull. I felt better, while she of course ran home crying and told my father. Who in turn
proceeded to wipe my ass with a belt for the dangers of throwing stones. Needless to
say, I too was now crying yet saw my sister smiling, laughing and pointing her finger at
me. I thought what a perfect little Bitch. That act in and of itself declared an all-out
war between us. It was on like fuckin Donkey Kong, where revenge was the only
solace.
I next day, we were out playing and I waited and watched her until she done something
wrong. I knew shed been caught before, so I ran home and told my dad that I just saw
her smoke. I couldnt wait until she got home and was sure she was going to get it this
time. When is did arrive. Instead of her getting into trouble, she watched in
amusement my father literally beat my ass again and said, nobody likes a tattletale.
That brought another smile to her face, left me thinking I cant win.
I carried that ass wiping and the meaning behind it throughout life, and is the
fundamental core of a gangster. You just dont rat. I hold that thought to this day. I
have never in my life taken the witness stand and pointed a finger or testified against
anyone for anything, at any time. You just dont do that. Unfortunately for me, is yet
another reason why I never contacted the authorities over the years? I found myself
caught behind a proverbial rock and a hard place. Trapped between a belief,
principle that is a core value, yet torn inside on the appropriate avenue to take. How
does one make this wrong right? And in doing so get even with two governments for
what they did without recourse. Knowing I dont possess that kind of power or
influence; and Ive grown tired of taking it dry.
If there is any blessing? My father, god rest his soul, had passed away on December
13th, 2011 so I wont have to hear how much I fucked-up or how much of a

disappointment Id been to him. Yet, I cant and wont call the cops, especially against
other government agencies, or against Shaw Communications. Therefore, I am once
again back to where it all this started so many years ago, yet the truth written in these
words may just set a motherfucker free.
Call it divine intervention or a prophecy coming to fulfillment. Either way or however
one chooses to define it. Id been lost; then found saved by yet another prison sentence,
and when I heard that cell door slam behind me in 1998. I no sooner sat down at that
desk, the words started to flow out of me where I couldnt seem to write them down
fast enough. I was never one who enjoyed reading or writing for that matter as I think I
could count the number of books read on one hand where mine had been one of them.
Where I always chose the easy way, and never really applied myself. However, fixed at
that desk in the CRC cell. The words formed themselves as they emerged from deep
within, and the more I wrote. The more I became entranced from the paragraphs that
began to appear on paper. Acting as a medium or a channel as the draft manuscript
was spiritually written had all but dictated my life script from above.
It was a way to cleanse my soul from a lifestyle of shame. That I incorporate into a
perception as a vantage point from the world according to moi. The formulated
paragraphs soon resembled the Gospel according to this Thomas as an entertaining
story of a dubious nature career path from a dark side. A lifestyle that most people
would not condone, let alone understand. However, when one could objectively view
my story, my ideas from a non-judgmental abstract thinking. Were they too could see
the glimmer of brilliance disguised in the story line. As my intellectual property and
formulated trade secrets were incorporated from direct experience and methods used
that had an obvious higher purpose. When the lawmakers established numerous
regulations use to combat my actions. Dont get me wrong, I did not re-invent the
wheel. Nor did my draft manuscript turn itself turn into some 3,000 patents either. As
those were initiated by smart people whom had the means necessary to see the success
of their ideas from the dissection of mine seen in its parts.
Analyzed thru its components; consulted with a mathematician, physicist, doctors, and
financial experts whod branched off and develop their own brands from my story line
comprised. Aristotle quoted, the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. Abstract
thinking would suggest that when you add together all of the parts that make up

something. It is greater than it seems like it should be. Like teamwork. People
working together are routinely able to do more work than if their individual efforts
were added together. I recently read that jazz (the music) is greater than the sum of its
parts (individual musicians). The musicians working together, feeding off one another
and creating more than they would by themselves, create something that is greater than
it really should be.
However, and unfortunately for me the powers to be had the influence and means
needed to accomplish the above mentioned. While keeping this dog down and me from
uncovering the whole truth. Yet caught by conveniently changing or adapting the very
laws to suit their needs, or the needs of others. They continue to make it virtually
impossible for me to gain any recognition or access to any of the damning files that
would support my allegations. To me is proof enough that cannot be denied. Although
in their power hold theyll just continue to deny my assertions and access to what I
know is fact. Add that to the actions of Shaw Communications denied or otherwise and
if what they did doesnt constitute fraud or straight up thief, then what I did shouldnt
either. Where I can no longer be afraid to exercise the equality lost in Pseudo - Social
Injustice.
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Return to Bowden
After the game, the King and Pawn go into the same box Italian Proverb

December 13th, 2000 was the day I returned to custody; and thus remittance to Bowden
penitentiary was anything but a reunion party that Id like to have attended. I now
faced 22 more indictable offences for fraud. A post-suspension hearing to look forward
to, and the fact that I have been only out on Day Parole since its granting on November
20th. Before my world was once again turned upside down, gave a whole new meaning
to the CSC phrase suspicious of being suspicious. Furthermore, it wasnt too hard to
figure out what Marvin Smith meant the last time we spoke when he said, I dont ever
want to see you again. Hed already known that Id be coming back, and that as long
as he was at Bowden, and had it his way. I would never see the 14-point cutoff scored
on my CRS-Custody Rating Scale which is a number that CSC uses to determine risk
level. And thus Id do the rest of my time classified as a medium security inmate. The
motherfucker was right!
Nevertheless, that did not confront me as my number one priority was to obtain bail on
the new charges. If I was granted a judicial release, then I had a fighting chance. If not,
and bail was denied, then Id be fucked for sure. As I would have had to finish the 15
months I had left of my sentence at Bowden stuck in medium custody. Then, once I
reached my WED. Id be transferred back to the Calgary Remand Center and held them
until trial on the new charges. Which undoubtedly would have been at least 2; if not 3
years down the road when you factored in how slow the wheels of justice turn.
Notwithstanding my last run in with CRCs Director Erickson. Would have all but
ensured that Id be classified and further held in the SHU- (Special Handling Unit).
And thus, locked down for 23.5 hours a day would suck. I honestly believe that this is
what Dave Jennings, Jim Jones, Marvin Smith and the two National Parole Board (NPB)
members Carefoot and Goodstriker. Had initially discussed and further anticipated
would be the case.
Although what they failed to realize was the X-factor and my Ace in the Hole. Being
the lawyers I chose to represent me are always the best money can afford and are worth
their weight in gold. As I dont see the point of hiring a dump truck attorney when
its your ass on the line and your freedom at stake. Mitchell Stephensen had been no

exception. At the arraignment hearing for the reading of the 22 alleged counts I faced.
He immediately waived both the reading and any discussion on bail in provincial court.
Knowing full well that any attempt convincing a judge to set bail on the new charges;
with my record and under the current circumstances. Would have been futile to say the
least. Knowing the crown counsel would have stringently opposed any such order.
With that said, and to have a fighting chance Mitchell had elected to kick everything
up-stairs. To be heard in the provincial superior court, also known as the Court of
Queens Bench. His decision was spot on. Even though the crown attorney did argue
that the alleged offenses were committed by a serving prisoner. While in the
community and on an individual work release program didnt carry the weight it
would have had downstairs. Therefore, on June 22nd before the Honourable Justice
A.M. Lutz; an Order for Judicial Interim Release had been granted. Where the judge
had imposed $1000 each on the first 5 counts, the remaining 17 were tossed in the mix.
That was one major hurdle down. The other had been a date 90 days earlier. With the
same two NPB members whod already read me the riot act at my last day parole
hearing. That morning I couldnt wait to be seated across face-to-face with Carefoot
and Goodstriker staring them both in the eye. It had all the makings to be quite an
interesting hearing to say the least.
In the meantime, and since I was facing new charges, according to the law. I was
entitled to full disclosure and when I did finally receive everything the cops had had. I
fuckin near came in my paints. It was better than I thought, or could have ever
imagined. It was a play by pay recital orchestrated by none other than Dave Jennings,
to Jim Jones, to Marvin Smith., And finally to the NPB members assigned to my
case. Where Constable Jennings and the assigned special tactical squared is called
Strike Force had been following daily. From the time I left Bowden at 5 am, up to the
time I returned every evening at 8 pm. They had documented my every movement.
That included a number of photographs taken in support of their case. They had an 8
x 10 glossy of me walking out of Quick Grow where I allegedly bought $10,000 worth
of hydroponic equipment using someone elses credit card. A beautiful picture of me at
the Elbow Casino shooting craps. Where in the picture. The dice had been captured
in midair. After leaving my hand made for an excellent photo and one I wish Id kept.
Another 8x10 of me standing at the at the $50 window, placing a bet on a horse at
Stampede Park. And yet, another photo of me at the Body Shop, a local strip club
sitting up front, aka -gynecology row. Where all you could see was a pair of sexy legs

above my profile, and the condensation on an ice cold bottle of Bud that stood between
us. And finally last but not least. The most damning picture of them all. Caught me in
focus at a Canadian Tire Centre checkout counter. Signing a credit card receipt from
one of those credit cards that I obtained as planned from one of the other inmates.
Yet, while facing insurmountable odds. The part that I really enjoyed the most when
read. Were the phone records that had included a memo document attached. Where
the gist had been Dave Jennings is asking Jim Jones to further speak with Marvin Smith.
Who in turn was to convince both the warden at Bowden -Mitch Kassen not to
terminate my work release in the face of the evidence and pending charges. And
further the gist of the conversation Marvin had with NPB members. Persuading them
to grant my parole even though I had committed a number of indictable offences prior
to my upcoming parole hearing date. Where the words Marvin used in the
conversation with the NPB members went as such. The police can guarantee that they
have inmate Welch covered. Theyve got it well documented and are witnesses to
Welch committing a number of criminal offenses. Theres no way he can get away with
this. Board member, why dont they charge, and arrest him now? Marvin, they
want to wait and charge him while on parole and in the community. That is why
theyre requesting your assistance in the operation, so they can Slam Dunk him once
hes released. His sentence will be recalculated by us adding the additional time to his
SRD (stat release date). Plus, chances are hell be denied bail on the new charges and
that will automatically mean hell spend a greater amount of time behind bars waiting
for the trail. Yet, we believe hell cop a plea well before that happens. And the police
have already discussed the matter with the crown, and feel hell easily get five years.
Board members, ok, well go along with the operation as long as both you and
constable Jennings can assure us that Mr. Welch is covered and caught dead to the
rights. And once we grant his day parole, hell be arrested soon thereafter. Marvin,
not to worry, we have him right where we want him.
There it was plain as day. I was in possession of telephone transcripts between them
all. A straight forward conspiracy to fuck me over. They agreed to grant my day
parole, not full parole. Then, while under their watchful eye and while in the
community they were going to slam dunk my ass by charging me criminally with the
noted offenses. Hindsight being 20/20 and all. It was one hell of a plan to fuck a

convict over, and virtually ensures that Id spend the next 5 years, if not longer locked
up.
But fortunately for me. Their plan had one major flaw. You see, the NPB is a federal
tribunal that has a paramount police mandated; and that is the protection of society.
Simply put, there should have never granted any type of parole. And to add insult to
injury, when the NPB agreed to act as police agents to facilitate a sting operation. Is
not only contrary to their parole mandate. But as I saw it as a flat out violation of Sec 7,
9, 12, and 15. (1) Of the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms;
7 Everyone has the right to life, liberty and security of the person and the right not to be
deprived thereof except in accordance with the principles of fundamental justice.
9. Everyone has the right not to be arbitrarily detained or imprisoned.
12. Everyone has the right not to be subjected to any cruel and unusual treatment or
punishment.
15. (1) Every individual is equal before and under the law and has the right to the equal
protection and equal benefit of the law without discrimination and, in particular,
without discrimination based on race, national or ethnic origin, color, religion, sex, age
or mental or physical disability.
Now, since I was in fact a serving prisoner, in the community committing crime in front
of surveilling police officers. And the fact that the NPB members new I was running
amok prior to my parole hearing. Is in and of itself icing on the cake with their balls
held in a vice and my hand on the spindle.
Therefore, Ill suggest the actions of the NPB to grant any type of parole under those
circumstances can be defined as criminal negligence; whereby, is negligence that is
aggravated, culpable or gross The failure to use reasonable care to avoid consequences
that threaten or harm the safety of the public and that are the foreseeable outcome of
acting in a particular manner.
Whereas, the Criminal Code of Canada (R.S.C, 1985, c. C-46) defines Criminal
Negligence under section 219 (1) Everyone is criminally negligent who
(a) In doing anything, or
(b) in omitting to do anything that it is his duty to do, shows wanton or reckless
disregard for the lives or safety of other persons.
(2) For the purposes of this section, duty means a duty imposed by law.

With that, the protection of society is a mandated policy. And knowingly for the
Calgary Police, CSC, and members of the NPB to willingly allow me to commit a crime
had been wanton and reckless behavior on all of their parts and ultimately contrary to
the safety of others. What should have actually transpired without delay. I should
have been arrested on the spot. Charged with the 22 alleged offences. Taken into
custody and brought to the Calgary Remand Center where I would have then been put
before a Judge in provincial court to determine bail. My Individual Work Release
Program at Bowden automatically suspended or terminated due to the filing of new
charges.
Notwithstanding my upcoming parole hearing on November 20th would have lasted all
but one second, if it happened at all where parole would have been undoubtedly
denied. Regardless of bail being granted or not on those charges would have made
little difference in their eyes. However, this wasnt to be the case when theyd acted
outside the law, no better than vigilante justice when they took matters into their own
hands.
With that known; Id been biding my time wisely while waiting for my post-suspension
hearing where, according to NPB policy I was allowed to have present at that hearing
either a lawyer, or an observer. I chose an observer instead of bring in Mitchell.
Since his time is valuable and there was absolutely no way my parole was going to be
reinstated. With that I elected to have a reporter from the Calgary Herald present to
witness the ambush Id prepared too unleashed on the two Parole Board Members.
When the post-suspension hearing commenced. I present the Board members with the
telephone transcript laid right before their eyes. I could see them both reading their
own words used, when theyd participated in the coup de-grce to overtake my
freedom. I then requested an explanation to justify the pre-planned conspiracy
described in their conversations.
Needless to say, the NPB members were not too happy with my assertions, or choice in
the observer. Nor did they even justify their actions. The Board members response
was a short and sweet, were not concerned with our behavior. Were only concerned
with yours while you were in the community. They didnt even have to mention that
my parole would not be reinstated. Yet, Im sure the two had seen the following
morning headlines in the local paper. NPB Members Facilitate a Sting Operation.

No sooner did I finish reading the paper with a smile on my face. I was summoned to
court. I thought for sure that all hell had broken loose, as this was an unexpected court
appearance. When I arrived in court. Mitchell had met me with a mischievous grin on
his face and a thumbs up. Any concerns I had seemed to vanish after that.
When the provincial court clerk said, all rise; the entering judge just waved a hand
and we were seated. My lawyer, sharp as ever, had already filed a motion to have all
the items that were seized from the search warrant released. You see, in Canada the
onus is on the Crown to petition the court every 90 days to keep those items seized for
trial. Needless to say, on day 91, the Judge heard our motion, although elected to give
the crown an additional 3 days as that judge felt an adjournment was warranted under
the circumstances. Talk about having the grounds for an appeal if needed. As a
provincial court judge does not have the luxury to draw an inference, nor are they
allowed to deviate from the Criminal Code of Canada. Although some do, and in this
case did. Where 3 days later, we had another hearing. The crown started off by asking
for another adjournment, claiming that the crown assigned to my case was up to his
neck involved in a murder trial, and asked if a court could grant them another week
adjournment. Noting that the previous judge had already granted one, and would
respectfully request that this judge does the same. The judge looked at Mitchell and
asked, what do you say Mr. Stephensen? Mitchell was quick to refer to his copy of
Martins Criminal Code and said, your honor, the code is clear when it states that the
onus is on the crown to petition the court every 90 days to retain items that were seized
for the trail; and today marks the 95 day. The judge immediately referred to his copy,
and said. No Mr. Stephensen the law is crystal clear; 90 days is in fact 90 days. Your
motion is hereby granted, and the crown is hereby ordered to release all items seized.
Strike-up another one for the little guy. The cops were now bound by a court order to
release all 98 items seized from the search of my Hamptons home. Hence, theyd have
no evidence when the trial came about.
The next step was to file a writ of Habeas Corpus in the Court of Queens Bench. Below
is an inserted except from the Judges Order filed by Mitchell.

This actual writ itself was withheld from my requested material under 19 (1) (c) of the
Privacy Act.
As you can clearly see I had asked my lawyer to file the writ for me. He agreed as long
as I was the one who drew it up and would be the one whod argue it in court. I
thought he was joking, when he said, you know more about this case than anyone.
Plus, when you do go, youll have a lot of fun in that courtroom. Needless to say he
was right again on both counts.
Whereby, back in 1982, Canada adopted the Canadian Charter of Rights and
Freedoms. This constitutional document has much in common with the American Bill of
Rights, but does contain some differences. Section 10 of the Charter states that
everyone has the right on arrest or detention to have the validity of the detention
determined by way of habeas corpus and to be released if the detention is not
lawful. This right can be suspended by legislation. While a law suspending habeas
corpus can be challenged on constitutional grounds, the courts can uphold such a law if
it finds that law to be demonstrably justified in a free and democratic society.
However, even if a law suspending habeas corpus is declared to be unconstitutional by
a court. That decision can be overridden by Parliament if it expressly declares that the
impugned law shall operate notwithstanding the provisions of the Charter. This
provision was inserted in the Charter to preserve the principle of Parliamentary
supremacy, but it has never been invoked on the federal level.
The substantive law in Canada respecting habeas corpus and other prerogative writs or
forms of judicial relief. Were derived from the laws of England and Wales and still
contains many similar substantive features. However, Canada has developed its own
procedures for applying the principles of habeas corpus. In criminal cases, applications
for writs of habeas corpus ad subjiciendum. Can be filed with a trial court; and an
appeal from the decision of that court. Can be taken to the highest provincial courts,
the Courts of Appeal. A final appeal to the Supreme Court of Canada is possible if
leave is obtained. The Criminal Code states that an appeal in habeas corpus matters
shall be heard. By the court to which the appeal is directed at an early date, whether in
or outside of the prescribed sessions of the court.
The Federal Court Act gives the Federal Court of Canada. Exclusive original
jurisdiction to hear applications for writs of habeas corpus ad subjiciendum with

respect to members of the Canadian Forces serving outside of the country. Appeals can
be taken first to the Federal Court of Appeal and then to the Supreme Court of Canada
with leave. In these cases, the provincial courts are not involved.
A provincial Superior Court has jurisdiction to issue certiorari in aid of habeas corpus
notwithstanding s. 18 of the Federal Court Act. The provisions of the Federal Court Act
indicate a clear intention on the part of Parliament to leave the jurisdiction. By way of
habeas corpus to review the validity of a detention imposed by federal authority to the
provincial superior courts. While s. 18 confers an exclusive and very general review
jurisdiction over federal authorities. By the prerogative and extraordinary remedies, to
which specific reference is made, it deliberately omits reference too habeas corpus. This
omission was not an oversight, but a well-considered decision. Considering
the importance of certiorari in aid to the effectiveness of habeas corpus. A remedy
included as a guaranteed right in s. 2 (c) (II) of the Canadian Bill of Rights and s. 10 (c)
of the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms. It cannot have been intended that the
reference to certiorari in s. 18 should have the effect of undermining or weakening the
habeas corpus jurisdiction. Of the provincial superior courts by the exclusion or denial
of certiorari in aid. To avoid such a construction. It is possible to conclude that,
because of the association in that section of certiorari with the other prerogative and
extraordinary remedies. The reference to certiorari in s. 18 is to the independent
remedy of certiorari. To quash the decision of an inferior tribunal and not to certiorari
as an ancillary procedure used to serve an essential evidentiary purpose. Indeed, it is
unlikely that Parliament intended to confer an exclusive jurisdiction to issue certiorari
in aid when it clearly had. Withheld the jurisdiction to issue habeas corpus.
In a nut-shell the Court of Queens Bench has inherited jurisdiction with regards to
prisons as the Federal Court procedures. Makes it damn near impossible to meet the
filing requirements when you are in custody. I drafted the Notice of Motion to produce
the prisoner, the Writ itself in definition my claim, and the remedy under 24.1.
The first hearing was in July 2001. Where at that time Justice Waite would
determine if there was enough evidence to actually have habeas corpus hearing
date. Because the NPB is a federal tribunal as already mentioned. They fall under the
guidance of the Attorney General of Canada. Which meant I was taking on the big
boys, and better have on my big boy pants that day if I was to play at this level. At the

first hearing, the Deputy Attorney General (AG) opened up by trying to push his
weight around the court. And in doing so belittled the supernumerary Justice Waite
when he said. This matter is nothing more than a waste of precious time. Its a joke
presented by a career criminal whos incapable of adhering to the laws of society that
doesnt respect the fact that Im far too busy to be expected to entertain this. Im
requesting that this matter be adjourned sine die. It doesnt take a rocket scientist to
ascertain what the AG was trying to do. The QB Justice was a shorter gentleman with
slightly gray thinning hair. And if I was to guess hed be in his late sixties if not older.
Laid stretched out in posture from his high back leather chair. He turned his head over
one shoulder and asked. What you think of that Mr. Welch? I said, well my Lord,
we both know if you agree to adjourn this matter sine-die. Then it will never be heard,
and I honestly think my freedom and liberty, as defined in section seven of the charter
is by no means is a waste of time. Justice Waite turned his attention to the AG and
asked, What do you think of that? The AG spouted off again with, Like I said, Mr.
Welch is trying to cite charter issues without a clue and again, its a waste of my time
and Im appalled that you allow this in your courtroom. Mr. Welch got caught
committing crime and hes in prison for it.
With that, Justice Waite sat up, his attention directed straight at me asked, Now Mr.
Welch what do you think of that? This time I thought what the fuck. I better cite
section 10 of the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedom verbatim and said, my
Lord, everyone has the right on arrest or detention;
(a) To be informed promptly of the reasons therefor;
(b) to retain and instruct counsel without delay and to be informed of that right;
and
(c) to have the validity of the detention determined by way of habeas corpus and
to be released if the detention is not lawful; and is why were here today
Justice Waite with a faint smile on his face looked at the AG and asked, What do
you say to that? The AG went to spout off again, but this time Justice Waite wasnt
trying to hear what was being tempted. Had been quick to cut him off when he
said, the only person here who is wasting the courts time is you. The Justice
finished reprimanding the AG for his poor attitude, and disrespectful behavior in
his court. When it was all said and done. The QB Justice viewed my arguments as
warranted and with that set a date for my application for habeas corpus. This

convict; whom the AG so eloquently put it. Was incapable of a pro-social life just
did a reverse slam dunk on his ass. Being the province's biggest attorney.
Whereas, Im sure I sent him back to Edmonton is literally talking to himself by
questioning again; who was that Joker in orange coveralls?
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The next step, was the hearing itself. I knew I could not fall out of this case. I had the
whole conspiracy in writing, and the fact that they fucked up and they all knew
it. Unfortunately, because of the backlog in the court system. When my application
date did finally come. I only had about two weeks before I was to be released anyway.
Yet, Id been anxious to have my day in court and once again it was on like fuckin
Donkey Kong.
On August 24th, 2001 Justice Clark had signed my notice to produce a prison, in where
I had been brought forth. However, this time the Deputy Attorney General of Canada
did not show up. The government decided to hire out a dream team comprised of four
trial litigators whom commenced. With their guns a blazing and one by one laid out
one heck of an argument. Which lasted every bit of 30 if not 45 minutes of serious
Tommy bashing. They stated all the obvious, and on the surface should have been
enough squash the habeas corpus. However, I was up next, and with their submissions
theyd lit a fire up under my ass. And from behind that podium still dressed in orange
with my ass just a smoking. I proceed to drop bombs of my own and unleashed a hail
of fire from my set of Tommy Guns. As I, in calm, cool, and collective manner
presented every piece of concrete evidence against the lot. That included telephone
records of each conversation between the Cops, CSC and NPB. Topped it all off with
the memo depicting their conspired plan. Where Id resolved my argument in point
form by reciting the NPB paramount policy. Afterwards, I turned to notice the then
standing crown buckle at the knees. She was done and knew it too. The QB Justice her
chin held by cupped hands was so enthralled didnt blink once throughout my
submission. Even the bailiff was held captive, yet left him shaking his head when I
concluded.
The presiding QB Justice adjourned the hearing and left the courtroom scratching her
salt and pepper hair, while shaking her head from side to side. For 45 minutes she
pondered over our submissions in chambers. While on the way back to the court

holding cell the same bailiff said to me, Ive been in this court for the better part of ten
years, and without a doubt that was by far the best laid out argument I have ever
heard. Then asked, are you a trail litigator? I said, no, just a convicted drug
dealer, turned conman, but Im no fool. All he could do was smile. Unfortunately, the
real crime came when the court session reconvened and the siting justice puts forth her
ruling when she said. After listening to both submissions. Ive decided not to take
jurisdiction. I watched the sense of relief enter the crowns smile while she regained
the use of both her legs. Whereas I jumped to my feet and shouted; I beg your pardon,
my Lady, but youve already have taken jurisdiction when you elected to entertain our
arguments. And after deliberating for such a time, you have no choice but to render
your decision based on our stratagems and the evidence submitted. The QB Justice
didnt appreciate being told the truth, especially from me and said, Mr. Welch please
be quiet. You are to return to Bowden and are scheduled to be released on September 7 th
anyhow. Then she asked, Do you think you can behave in the meantime?
I couldnt tell if she was joking or not. Just undermined me why dont you, and send
little Tommy boy packing. Everyone knew I kicked ass in that courtroom, my Lady
included and with that, my application for Habeus Corpus with Certiorari in aid.
Should have been granted for no other reason than that; let alone on its merits. Yes, I
immediately requested an appeal and due to my circumstances had been so ordered by
the sitting Justice. Where shed directed the court clerk to file the appropriate
paperwork, and assured me that Id be notified accordingly.
However, with my relocation to Victoria on September 7th, 2001 and the unwanted
notoriety that Id obtained. Where in my supposition. Im sure the Clerk of the Court
of Queens Bench would have issued Bowden Institution a Notice to Produce
Prisoner for the appeal. Unfortunately, Im unaware how Mitch Kassen would have
replied to the Court, if he did at all. Nor had anyone from either the Court of Queens
Bench, the NPB, CSC in either Victoria or Calgary made any further contact regarding
the appeal or its process. And to date, that appeal has yet to be heard. Although not for
the lack of effort on my part. As I had tried on numerous occasions since to contact the
court, yet that too had fallen on deaf ears and has proven to no avail. Regrettably, there
are a number of files held by Bowden Institution and regardless of what the Freedom
of Information - Privacy Act states. The NPB has declined any and comment and
Bowden has refused to release any and all records. Surrounding my tenure at that

institution. Including any and all financial statements pertaining to the now Bowdens
Media Monitoring.

Inside a Bush

The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist -Kevin
Spacey as Verbal Kint.

As I recall from January 20th 1981 -thru- January 20th, 1989 Ronald Reagan, an actor by
trade had been acting in the role as President and George Bush was Vice President. Id
been on the move, hopping between the cities of LA, S.F, Houston, Dallas, Ft. Worth,
Grapevine, Ft. Lauderdale, Miami, Kelowna and Calgary in the hope to find myself.
Seen through a mirror reflected image. A rolled -up hundred dangled from the end of a
nostril unremittingly clouded by its judgement. Where occasionally while residing in
Texas Id catch the odd news report of George W. Bush, and wondered what kind of
perks a politicians son would be inclined to attract. I hadnt paid much attention to
him or his dealings at first as Id obviously been busy tending to my own affairs. Until
Id caught George W swinging for the fences in where hed hit a couple of solid home
runs with certain business dealings. That could have only been accomplished with
inside pitches of high hanging fastballs and a lot of help from coaches in the know.
With that; much had been written over the past about the ex-President George W.
Bushs actions while at Harken Energy. This is, indeed, a significant aspect in history:
Whereas in the early 1990s, Bush made hundreds of thousands of dollars in a deal that
reeked of the same insider trading and accounting fraud that the once president claims
to oppose. (See On eve of Wall Street speech: Bushs past business dealings come back
to haunt him, 9 July, 2002).
However, over the years the media had paid far less attention to what Bush did with
the $850,000 he made through the sale of Harken stock options and the manner in
which he transformed that windfall into every bit of $15 million that now constitutes a
small part of his personal fortune. If anything, this story is even more revealing.
If one as I can see that the Harken deal was a smaller scale version of the accounting
scandals at WorldCom, Enron and other firms. Then Bushs purchase and sale of the
Texas Rangers baseball team reveals other characteristic features of the past several
decades of American capitalism: the plundering of public assets for private gain, the

confluence of political verses economic power and the defrauding of the American
people.
By the time he cashed out in 1998, Bushs return on his original $600,000 investment in
the Rangers was $15 million. I dont know about you or even the average Joe. But I, on
the other hand did wonder where all of this money had come from and what did Bush
do to get it? Much of the story was first reported nationally by Joe Conason in a
February, 2000 article for the Harpers Magazine. A report from the public interest
group, Center for Public Integrity, and columns written on July 16th in the New York
Times by Paul Krugman and Nicholas Kristof has filled in some of the details. A free
stadium and some choice land on the side. The same factors that propelled Bush
virtually overnight from failed oil man to wealthy corporate executive. Whereby,
family connections and the desire of rich Texas businessmen to exploit the Bush name.
Opened the way for him to relish in the greed and buy a stake in the professional
baseball team. Bill DeWitt, part owner of Spectrum 7. Which had bought Bushs own
company several years earlier and then later sold out to Harken. Offered the son of the
then-US president a chance to join in a bid for the Rangers. In 1989 a deal was reached
in which Richard Rainwater, a wealthy Texas financier, joined Bush and several other
investors in buying the team.
Bush himself did not have a large fortune at the time, and only could afford a 2% share.
Financed of course with a $500,000 loan from a bank on whose board of directors he
had once served. Bush used the proceeds from his questionable sale of Harken stock to
repay this loan.
Bushs formal title was managing partner. In where he served essentially as a public
face, whose main responsibility was to attend the home baseball games. Edward Rose,
another wealthy Texas investor and Rainwaters associate, was responsible for the
actual business operations of the team.
The top priority for the new Rangers owners in increasing the value of their holdings
was to acquire a new stadium. They had no intention of paying for the stadium
themselves. So they threatened to move the team if the city of Arlington did not foot
the bill. The city government readily agreed to a generous deal. Reached in the fall of
1990, it guaranteed that the city would pay $135 million of an estimated cost of $190

million. The remainder was raised through a ticket surcharge. Thus, local taxpayers
and baseball fans financed the entire cost of the stadium.
Moreover, the owners were allowed to buy back into the stadium for a mere $60 million
Which had been deducted from ticket revenues at a rate of no more than $5 million per
year. The Rangers syndicate was also given a property tax exemption and sales tax
exemption on products purchased for use in the stadium. City residents ended up
subsidizing these tax breaks for the Rangers owners by paying higher local rates.
This plan was sold to Arlington voters with Bushs help. At the end of the day, the
owners of the Rangers, including Bush. Got a stadium worth nearly $200 million
without putting down a penny of their own money.
But the boondoggle did not end there. As part of the deal, the Rangers syndicate got a
sizable chunk of land in addition to the stadium. This land naturally increased in value
as a result of the stadiums construction. Signed into law as an extraordinary measure
that set up the Arlington Sports Facilities Development Authority (ASFDA). Which
was, granted the power to seize private owned land deemed necessary for stadium
construction.
According to documents obtained by the Center for Public Integrity, the Rangers
owners would locate a piece of land they wanted. Proceed to offer a price far below the
market value, and if the owners of the land parcel refused. Theyd bring in the ASFDA
to condemn the land.
Kristof notes; As part of the deal, the city would even confiscate land from private
owners so that the Rangers owners could engage in real estate speculation. According
to court documents, one of the Rangers owners saw a piece of valuable land and sent
off a memo with the words: [S] sounds like another condemnation candidate if you
want to work the site into your master plan.
In 1990, Bush himself, let the cat out of the bag regarding this master plan when he
told a reporter for the Fort Worth Star-Telegram. The idea of making a land play,
absolutely, to plunk the field down in the middle of a big piece of land, thats kind of
always been the strategy. Several homeowners who did not appreciate getting the

short end of Bushs land play brought lawsuits against the Texas Rangers, for which
they were eventually awarded a total of $11 million in damages.
Conason wrote, Never before had a municipal authority in Texas has been given
license to seize the property of a private citizen for the benefit of other private citizens.
On November 8, 1993, with the stadium being readied to open the following spring,
Bush announced that he would be running for governor. He didnt blush when he
proclaimed that his campaign theme would demand self-reliance and personal
responsibility rather than dependence on government.
How a Governor made $15 million from his own appointee!
The tale of the Texas Rangers does not end with Bushs ascendancy to the position of
Texas Governor in 1994. While he placed all his other assets in a blind trust, Bush held
on to his stake in the Rangers until a man named Tom Hicks bought the team in 1998.
The significance of this sale requires a brief detour down another path in Bushs
business career.
Thomas Hicks is a rich Texas financier and a leveraged buyout specialist. One of the
wealthiest individuals in Texas he is chairman and chief executive of Hicks, Muse, Tate
& Furst, a conglomerate that invests in a variety of companies. After Bush won the
gubernatorial election, with the assistance of the late Enron founder Kenneth Lay, whom
had backed his play for that seat, as well as others. Hicks transferred his allegiance
from the Democrat Ann Richards to the Republican Bush. According to Conason,
though Hicks had originally supported Ann Richards, had given Bush campaign
contribution after Bush had won the election. With Hicks too now on-board would
eventually become one of Bushs biggest supporters.
Ann Richards had earlier named Hicks to the University of Texas Board of Regents, but
this appointment had to be supported by Bush for it to go through. Not only did Bush
agree to the appointment, he did something more. He gave the financier enormous
latitude to use the universitys assets. Which are supposed to be public fundsto
invest in ventures of his own choosing. Bush accomplished this through the
establishment in March 1996 by the University of Texas Investment Management
Company (UTIMCO); to which $9 billion of the schools assets were handed over.

UTIMCO would be technically separate from the regents, but would remain under
theirand, in particular, Hickscontrol. While the Board of Regents as a whole
technically had the power to oversee Hicks, it invariably went along with his decisions.
Unlike the Board of Regents itself, UTIMCO was not required to open its meetings or
publish its activities, and was thus freed of public oversight. This was an
unprecedented action. According to UTIMCOs own website, it is the first external
investment corporation formed by a public university system. UTIMCO has control
over the Universitys extensive land and oil holdings valued then at $7.5 billion as well
as its General Endowment Fund. The other regents appointed by Bush were all staunch
Republican Party supporters. Including Donald Evans, Bushs close personal friend
who would later become chairman of the University of Texas Regents when Hicks
stepped down. Evans was Bushs finance chairman of the 2000 presidential campaign,
and was secretary of commerce in Bushs cabinet.
In the early 1990s, Bush served as an outside director at the Evans company, Tom
Brown, Inc. Bush made $300,000 when he sold his shares in Tom Brown before
becoming Governor. The investment decisions of UTIMCO were done largely in secret,
though subsequent research has uncovered some of the areas to which the funds were
directed. In 1995, $10 million went to the Carlyle investment group, which has close
ties with the Republican Party and the Bush family. The chairman of Carlyle is Frank
Carlucci, former Secretary of Defense under Ronald Reagan. Also linked to Carlyle is
James Baker III, former Secretary of State under the elder Bush. George W. Bushs
father has worked for Carlyle, and the younger Bush served in the early 1990s on the
board of directors of Caterair, a company that was acquired by Carlyle in 1989.
Among the other beneficiaries of Hicks generosity was the KKR 1996 Fund, a
subsidiary of Kohlberg Kravis Roberts. The leveraged buyout firm that became
notorious during the 1980s for its aggressive acquisitions that left target companies
nearly bankrupt. The KKR 1996 Fund received $50 million. Henry Kravis, the
companys founding partner, is a major benefactor of the Republican Party and was a
financial co-chairman of the elder Bushs re-election campaign in 1992. UTIMCO
invested another $20 million in a deal involving the Bass family. Which became
extraordinarily rich with the help of Richard Rainwater, who had joined Bush in the
Texas Rangers deal. The Basses were also involved in Harken Energy after Harken
received an extraordinary deal granting its oil-drilling rights off the coast of Bahrain.

It's called in the Bass brothers to finance the preliminary exploration. According to a
report by the Center for Public Integrity, the Bass family is George W. Bushs fifth
largest career patron.
These are only a handful of the deals organized by Hicks, which by no means benefited
only Bushs friendsthey also benefited Hicks. UTIMCO invested in a number of
companies that had or were about to begin relations with the Hicks own firm. When
Hicks stepped down in 1997 and handed over the post to Donald Evans, the same
investment pattern continued. Hicks ended up buying the Texas Rangers from Bush
and Bushs fellow investors in 1998. The price was $250 million, three times what Bush
& company had paid for it.
In and of itself, this transaction would have given Bush a return of a little over $2
million. However, at some point during Bushs tenure as managing partner of the
Rangers. His fellow owners significantly increased his stake in the team, free of
charge? This netted Bush an extra $13 million when the team was sold. Much of this
gift, presumably came from the main stakeholder in the team, Rainwater, who benefited
financially in numerous ways during Bushs tenure as governor.
Krugman notes in his July 26 New York Times column that at one point the Texas
teachers retirement system. Sold several buildings to a company controlled by
Rainwater for a $70 million loss, without allowing other investors to bid on the sale.
Such was the manner in which George W. Bush acquired his fortune. A classic example
of how political power. Along with inside connections can be leveraged into personal
wealth, at the expense of public assets; but the fun had just begun.
Thinking outside the box for a moment. Ill suggest that it was a collection of kindred
sorts between Enron executives and Bush that put him in the oval office. Where the
cost of Bush for being given such a seat. Had been Enrons main objective all along to
have the Commander and Chiefs acting puppet. Where any and all strings that needed
to be pulled from above. With Bush at the helm had been a painstaking path to the
advantages of states that had deregulated electricity. Whereby electricity itself sold on
the open market as a commodity was the pay dirt disguised in the effort per se. That
could only be co-orchestrated if you had the power that comes with the office of the
presidency.

And as history has shown, this is exactly what they did, and we all know the results of
that scam. However, what people failed to see, and what Id suggested had transpired
in my original writing. Jotted down approximately 45 minutes after I too watched the
Twin Towers. Implode from the effects of a controlled demolition while I laid up in a
hotel room on the Gorge was this.
Its no secret that Bush isnt the smartest motherfucker in any given room and attending
his inauguration was no exception. Where the brain power lay in the ones invited. The
top executives from Enron for starters and what do you think has been discussed at the
party? Bush himself summed it up in one word when he said, Business. Which
stands to reason, since Enron was the corporation with the resolve and national clout
needed to annihilate Ann Richards first. A mere stepping stone on a path necessary to
place Bush as Texas Governor; a precursor to the intended chair in the oval office.
Where Ill suggest the real play that took years in the making was finally to pay
dividends when initiated from behind closed doors. If it wasnt already obvious when
Bush appointed his cabinet members. As I recall Bill Richardson was Energy Secretary
and at the time announced, for the first time in history. That a nation was about to offer
electricity as a commodity per seand sell it on the open stock market. Capitalism at its
finest. And the heart of America as it truly beats.
Now hold that thought for a just a minute, while I take this opportunity to thank
Wikipedia another inadvertent for the odd excerpt. Making it convenient to take a
closer look at the Enron Corporation. American energy, commodities, and services
company based in Houston TX. Founded in 1985 as the result of a merger between
Houston Natural Gas and InterNorth, both relatively small regional companies in the
U.S. Before its bankruptcy on December 2, 2001, Enron employed approximately 20,000
staff and was one of the world's major electricity, natural gas, communications and pulp
and paper companies, with claimed revenues of nearly $111 billion during 2000. While
Fortune named Enron "America's Most Innovative Company" for six consecutive years.
At the end of 2001, it was revealed that its reported financial condition was sustained by
institutionalized, systematic, and creatively planned accounting fraud, known since as
the Enron Scandal. Enron has since become a well-known example of willful corporate
fraud and corruption. The scandal also brought into question the accounting practices

and activities of many corporations in the United States and was a factor in the
enactment of the SarbanesOxley Act of 2002.
The scandal also affected, the greater business world by causing the dissolution of the
Arthur Andersen accounting firm. [2]

Arthur Andersen Witnesses

Enron filed for bankruptcy in the Southern District of New York in late 2001 and
selected Weil, Gotshal & Manges as its bankruptcy counsel. It ended its bankruptcy
during November 2004, pursuant to a court-approved plan of reorganization, after one
of the most complex bankruptcy cases in U.S. history. A new board of directors
changed the name of Enron to Enron Creditors Recovery Corp., and emphasized
reorganizing and liquidating certain operations and assets of the pre-bankruptcy Enron.
[3]

On September 7, 2006, Enron sold Prisma Energy International Inc., Its last remaining
business, to Ashmore Energy International Ltd. (now AEI).
Misleading financial accounts
Main article: Enron scandal

In 1990, Enron's Chief Operating Officer Jeffrey Skilling hired Andrew Fastow, who was
well acquainted with the burgeoning deregulated energy market that Skilling wanted to
exploit. [Citation needed] In 1993, Fastow began establishing numerous limited liability
special purpose entities (a common business practice in the energy sector); however, it
also allowed Enron to transfer liability so that it would not appear in its accounts,
allowing it to maintain a robust and generally increasing stock price and thus keeping it
critical investment grade credit ratings. [citation needed]
Enron was originally involved in transmitting and distributing electricity and natural
gas throughout the United States. The company developed, built, and operated power

plants and pipelines while dealing with the rules of law and other infrastructures
worldwide. [Citation needed] Enron owned a large network of natural gas pipelines, which
stretched ocean to ocean and border to border, including Northern Natural Gas, Florida
Gas Transmission, the Transwestern Pipeline company and a partnership in Northern
Border Pipeline from Canada. [Citation needed] The states of California, New Hampshire and
Rhode Island had already passed power deregulation laws by July 1996, the time of
Enron's proposal to acquire Portland General Electric corporation. [5] During 1998,
Enron began operations in the water sector, creating the Azurix Corporation, which it
part-floated on the New York Stock Exchange during June 1999. Azurix failed to
become successful in the water utility market, and one of its major concessions, in
Buenos Aires, was a large-scale money-loser. [citation needed] After the relocation to
Houston, many analysts[who?] criticized the Enron management as being greatly in debt.
Enron management pursued aggressive retribution against its critics, setting the pattern
for dealing with accountants, lawyers, and the financial media.

[citation needed]

Enron grew wealthy due largely to marketing, promoting power, and its high stock
price.

[citation needed]

Enron was named "America's Most Innovative Company" by the

magazine Fortune for six consecutive years, from 1996 to 2001 .[6] It was on the Fortune's
"100 Best Companies to Work for in America" list during 2000, and had offices that
were stunning in their opulence. Enron was hailed by many, including labor and the
workforce, as an overall great company, praised for its large, long-term pensions,
benefits for its workers and extremely effective management until the exposure of its
corporate fraud. The first analyst to question the company's success story was Daniel
Scotto, an energy market expert at BNP Paribas, who issued a note in August 2001
entitled Enron: All stressed up and no place to go, which encouraged investors to sell
Enron stocks, although he only changed his recommendation on the stock from "buy"
to "neutral". [7]
As was later discovered, many of Enron's recorded assets and profits were inflated or
even wholly fraudulent and nonexistent. One example of fraudulent records was
during 1999 when Enron promised to repay Merrill Lynch & Co.'s investment with
interest in order to show a profit on its books. Debts and losses were put into entities
formed "offshore" that were not included in the company's financial statements, and
other sophisticated and arcane financial transactions between Enron and related
companies were used to eliminate unprofitable entities from the company's books. [citation
needed]

The company's most valuable asset and the largest source of honest income, the 1930sera Northern Natural Gas company, was eventually purchased by a group of Omaha
investors, who relocated its headquarters back to Omaha; it is now a unit of Warren
Buffett's Berkshire Hathaway Energy. NNG was established as collateral for a
$2.5 billion capital infusion by Dynegy Corporation when Dynegy was planning to buy
Enron. When Dynegy examined Enron's financial records carefully, they repudiated
the deal and dismissed their CEO, Chuck Watson. The new chairman and CEO, the late
Daniel Dienstbier, had been president of NNG and an Enron executive at one time and
was forced out of Enron by Ken Lay.

[citation needed]

Dienstbier was an acquaintance of

Warren Buffett. NNG continues to be profitable now.

[relevant? discuss]

2001 Accounting scandals

Main article: Enron scandal
During 2001, after a series of revelations involving irregular accounting procedures
bordering on fraud perpetrated throughout the 1990s involving Enron and its
accounting company Arthur Andersen, Enron suffered the largest Chapter 11
bankruptcy in history (since surpassed by those of WorldCom during 2002 and Lehman
Brothers during 2008).
As the scandal progressed, Enron share prices decreased from US $90.56 during the
summer of 2000, to just pennies.

[31]

Enron had been considered a blue chip stock

investment, so this was an unprecedented event in the financial world. Enron's demise
occurred after the revelation that much of its profits and revenue were the result of
deals with special purpose entities (limited partnerships which it controlled). This
meant that many of Enron's debts and the losses that it suffered were not reported in its
financial statements. [citation needed]
A rescue attempt by a similar, smaller energy company, Dynegy, failed during late
November due to concerns about an unexpected restatement of earnings. v [citation needed]
Enron filed for bankruptcy on December 2, 2001. In addition, the scandal caused the
dissolution of Arthur Andersen, which at the time was one of the world's main
accounting companies. The company was found guilty of obstruction of justice during
2002 for destroying documents related to the Enron audit.

[citation needed]

Since the SEC is not

allowed to accept audits from convicted felons, Andersen was forced to stop auditing

public companies. Although the conviction was dismissed during 2005 by the Supreme
Court, the damage to the Andersen name has prevented it from reviving as a viable
business even on a limited scale.
Enron also withdrew a naming-rights deal with the Houston Astros Major League
Baseball club to have its name associated with their new stadium, which was known
formerly as Enron Field (now Minute Maid Park).[32]
Accounting practices
Enron used a variety of deceptive, bewildering, and fraudulent accounting practices
and tactics to cover its fraud in reporting Enrons financial information. Special
Purpose Entities were created to mask significant liabilities from Enrons financial
statements. These entities made Enron seem more profitable than it actually was, and
created a dangerous spiral in which, each quarter, corporate officers would have to
perform more and more financial deception to create the illusion of billions of dollars in
profit while the company was actually losing money.

[33]

This practice increased their

stock price to new levels, at which point the executives began to work on insider
information and trade millions of dollars' worth of Enron stock. The executives and
insiders at Enron knew about the offshore accounts that were hiding losses for the
company; however, the investors knew nothing of this. Chief Financial Officer Andrew
Fastow directed the team which created the off-books companies, and manipulated the
deals to provide himself, his family, and his friends with hundreds of millions of dollars
in guaranteed revenue, at the expense of the corporation for which he worked and its
stockholders. [citation needed]
During 1999, Enron initiated Enron Online, an Internet-based trading operation, which
was used by virtually every energy company in the United States. Enron president and
chief operating officer Jeffrey Skilling began advocating a novel idea: the company
didn't really need any "assets".

[citation needed]

By promoting the company's aggressive

investment strategy, he helped make Enron the biggest wholesaler of gas and
electricity, trading over $27 billion per quarter. The corporation's financial claims,
however, had to be accepted at face value. Under Skilling, Enron adopted mark to
market accounting, in which anticipated future profits from any deal were tabulated as
if currently real. Thus, Enron could record gains from what over time might turn out to
be losses, as the company's fiscal health became secondary to manipulating its stock

price on Wall Street during the so-called "Tech boom".

[citation needed]

But when a company's

success is measured by undocumented financial statements, actual balance sheets are

inconvenient. Indeed, Enron's unscrupulous actions were often gambles to keep the
deception going and so increase the stock price. An advancing price meant a continued
infusion of investor capital on which debt-ridden Enron in large part subsisted (much
like a financial "pyramid" or "Ponzi scheme"). Attempting to maintain the illusion,
Skilling verbally attacked Wall Street Analyst Richard Grubman, [34] who questioned
Enron's unusual accounting practice during a recorded conference telephone call.
When Grubman complained that Enron was the only company that could not release a
balance sheet along with its earnings statements, Skilling replied "Well, thank you very
much, we appreciate that. . . Asshole. Though the comment was met with dismay and
astonishment by the press and public, it became an inside joke among many Enron
employees, mocking Grubman for his perceived meddling rather than Skilling's
offensiveness. [35] [36] When asked during his trial, Skilling declared that industrial
dominance and abuse was a global problem: "Oh yes, yes sir, it is." [37]
Insider Trading Scandal
Peak and decline of stock price
During August 2000, Enron's stock price attained its greatest value of $90.56 [41] At this
time Enron executives, who possessed inside information on the hidden losses, began to
sell their stock. At the same time, the general public and Enron's investors were told to
buy the stock. Executives told the investors that the stock would continue to increase
until it attained possibly the $130 to $140 range, while secretly unloading their shares.
As executives sold their shares, the price began to decrease. Investors were told to
continue buying the stock or hold steady if they already owned Enron because the stock
price would rebound during the near future. Kenneth Lay's strategy for responding to
Enron's continuing problems was his demeanor. As he did many times, Lay would
issue a statement or make an appearance to calm investors and assure them that Enron
was doing well. [42] On February 2001 an article by Bethany McLean appeared in Fortune
magazine questioning whether Enron stock was overvalued.

[43]

By August 15, 2001, Enron's stock price had decreased to $42. Many of the investors
still trusted Lay and believed that Enron would rule the market.

[citation needed]

They

continued to buy or retain their stock as the equity value decreased. As October ended,

the stock had decreased to $15. Many considered this a great opportunity to buy Enron
stock because of what Lay had been telling them in the media.

[42]

Lay was accused of selling more than $70 million worth of stock at this time, which he
used to repay cash advances on lines of credit. He sold another $20 million worth of
stock in the open market.

[citation needed]

Also, Lay's wife, Linda, was accused of selling

500,000 shares of Enron stock totaling $1.2 million on November 28, 2001. The money
earned from this sale did not go to the family, but rather to charitable organizations,
which had already received pledges of contributions from the foundation. [citation needed]
Records show that Mrs. Lay made the sale order sometime between 10:00 and 10:20 am.
News of Enron's problems, including the millions of dollars in losses they hid, became
public about 10:30 that morning, and the stock price soon decreased to less than one
dollar.
Former Enron executive Paula Rieker was charged with criminal insider trading.
Rieker obtained 18,380 Enron shares for $15.51 a share. She sold that stock for $49.77 a
share during July 2001, a week before the public was told what she already knew about
the $102 million loss.

[citation needed]

In 2002, after the tumultuous fall of Enron's external auditor, and management
consultant, Andersen LLP, former Andersen Director, John M. Cunningham coined the
phrase, "We have all been Enroned."
The fallout resulted in both Lay and Skilling being convicted for conspiracy, fraud, and
insider trading. Lay died before sentencing, Skilling got 24 years and 4 months and a
$45 million penalty (later reduced). Fastow got 6 years of jail time, and Lou Pai settled
out of court for $31.5 million.

[44]

Insider Trading
List of the 29 former and current Enron executives and board members named as
defendants in a federal lawsuit and proceeds totaling $1.1 billion that plaintiffs' lawyers
say each made by selling Enron stock between October 1998 and November 2001:

[45]

Kenneth Lay, Chairman and chief executive: Sold 1.8 million shares for $101 million
Jeffrey Skilling, former chief executive: Sold 1.1 million shares for $66.9 million.
Andrew Fastow, former chief financial officer: Sold 561,423 shares for $30.4 million.
Jeff McMahon, chief financial officer: Sold 39,630 shares for $2.7 million.

 Lou L. Pai, chief executive of Enron Accelerator: Sold five million shares for $353
million.
Kenneth D. Rice, chief executive Enron Broadband Services: Sold 1.1 million shares
for $72.7 million.
Rebecca P. Mark, vice chairwoman and director: Sold 1.4 million shares for $79.5
million.
Ken Harrison, director and former chief executive, Portland General Electric: Sold one
million shares for $75.2 million.
Mark A. Frevert, chief executive of Enron Wholesale Services: Sold 830,620 shares for
$50.2 million.
Robert A. Belfer, director and member of the executive committee: Sold one million
shares for $51 million.
Stanley C. Horton, chief executive Enron Transportation Services: Sold 734,444 shares
for $45.4 million.
Joseph W. Sutton, vice chairman: Sold 614,960 shares for $40 million.
Clifford Baxter, vice chairman: Sold 577,436 shares for $35.2 million.
Joseph M. Hirko, chief executive, Enron Broadband Services: Sold 473,837 shares for
$35.1 million.
Richard A. Causey, chief accounting officer: Sold 197,485 shares for $13.3 million.
James V. Derrick, general counsel: Sold 230,660 shares for $12.6 million.
Mark E. Koenig, vice president: Sold 129,153 shares for $9.1 million.
Cindy K. Olson, vice president: Sold 83,183 shares for $6.5 million.
Steven J. Kean, director: Sold 64,932 shares for $5.1 million.
John H. Duncan, director: Sold 35,000 shares for $2 million.
Richard B. Buy, chief risk officer: Sold 54,874 shares for $4.3 million.
Michael S. McConnell, president, Enron Global Markets: Sold 30,960 shares for $2.3
million.
Norman P. Blake, director: Sold 21,200 shares for $1.7 million.
Joe H. Foy, director: Sold 31,320 shares for $1.6 million.
J. Mark Metts, vice president and director: Sold 17,711 shares for $1.4 million.
Charles A. LeMaistre, director and member of compensation committee: Sold 17,344
shares for $841,768.
Robert K. Jaedicke, director and member of audit committee: Sold 13,360 shares for
$841,438.

 Ronnie C. Chan, director and audit committee member: Sold 8,000 shares for $337,200.
Wendy L. Gramm, director and audit committee member: Sold 10,256 shares for
$276,912
California's deregulation and subsequent energy crisis
See also: California electricity crisis
During October 2000, Daniel Scotto, the most renowned utility analyst on Wall Street,
suspended his ratings on all energy companies conducting business in California
because of the possibility that the companies would not receive full and adequate
compensation for the deferred energy accounts used as the basis for the California
Deregulation Plan enacted during the late 1990s.[citation needed] Five months later, Pacific Gas
& Electric (PG&E) was forced into bankruptcy. Senator Phil Gramm, husband of Enron
Board member Wendy Gramm and also the second largest recipient of campaign
contributions from Enron, [46] succeeded in legislating California's energy commodity
trading deregulation. Despite warnings from prominent consumer groups which stated
that this law would give energy traders too much influence over energy commodity
prices, the legislation was passed during December 2000.
As the periodical Public Citizen reported, "Because of Enron's new, unregulated power
auction, the company's 'Wholesale Services' revenues quadrupled- from $12 billion in
the first quarter of 2000 to $48.4 billion in the first quarter of 2001."

[47]

Before passage of the deregulation law, there had been only one Stage 3 rolling blackout
declared. After passage, California had a total of 38 blackouts defined as Stage 3 rolling
blackouts, until federal regulators intervened during June 2001.

[citation needed]

These

blackouts occurred mainly as a result of a poorly designed market system that was
manipulated by traders and marketers. Enron traders were revealed as intentionally
encouraging the removal of power from the market during California's energy crisis by
encouraging suppliers to shut down plants to perform unnecessary maintenance, as
documented in recordings made at the time.

[48][49]

These acts contributed to the need for

rolling blackouts, which adversely affected many businesses dependent upon a reliable
supply of electricity, and inconvenienced a large number of retail consumers. This
scattered supply increased the price exponentially, and Enron traders were thus able to
sell power at premium prices, sometimes up to a factor of 20x its normal peak value.

After the in-depth look at Enron above. And the astronomical amounts of money
mentioned hidden in the sheer complexity. I will extend Bush just a little credit where
credit is due. Considering the fact that, hes not the sharpest tool in the shed. And with
that would have been unable figure out that the executives at Enron were not
completely forthcoming with him from the start. Even though foresight suggested they
were going to capitalize on his insatiable greed. By no means did Bush possess the
mental propensity needed or the capacity to foresee the ticking time bomb that lay
beneath Enrons bed. When hed willingly jumped in with them. Although they say,
if you lie with dogs, you will get up with fleas. Im sure some of us had heard this
proverb while growing up, and maybe you have too. Typically, it concerned our choice
of friends or those whom we have chosen to hangout with. The meaning is simple
enough; you should be careful of the company you keep. Hang around with the neerdo-wells and, eventually, you too will reap the effects of that association. Even if you
do not associate with the crowd, or fall under its influence, we all know too well that
one is guilty by association. Paul quotes the Greek poet Menander when he writes to
the Corinthians, Bad company corrupts good character
Here is where I start to chafe a bit. As a former fleabag myself, Ive almost forgotten
what it was like to wake up with the dogs. I hear and read the anti-Christian rhetoric
that is so pervasive in our culture and relegate that kind of talk to those people. I find
that if I cannot change the climate of tolerance (or intolerance) in the culture. Then I
will inwardly rejoice that those who hate God will be hated right back; in Hell. For this
attitude I must repent. I must repent of my un-Christ like attitude for those who are
created in Gods image, albeit far from him. Are they not worthy of Gods grace too?
Who am I to dole out condemnation so easily?
Levi (Matthew) was a recipient of Gods grace just like I was. A scoundrel, a traitor to
his own people, and a man not looking for God was found by God. Thats grace. God
gives; God initiates; God calls, and if you are a lover and follower of Jesus, its because
He loved you first. I love and follow Jesus because he called out to me, and I -Thomas
had come a runnin. Just as Levi (Matthew), John, Frank, Don, Fred, Mary, Judy, Betty,
JT and Jenny had. Or for that matter any other person who has ever said yes to Jesus
Christs call to come and follow him. Will be offered that same gift, despite any good in
them; thats grace.

That said, only God knows why, and for sure what Business had been truly
discussed between Bush and the executives from Enron behind closed doors. After the
43rd president elect inauguration held January 20th, 2001. And through the grace of
God, they can be forgiven too.
Though, Ill suggest that is when the executives from Enron had laid out their plan in a
nutshell. Expressed in its rhetoric that nobody was going to notice the cost of electricity
going up slightly, while making a ton of cash over time. Ill further suggest that the
puppet masters behind Enron. Had the intent in mind all along to implement the old
pump and dump while caring for Bush like a mushroom: Feed him shit, while keeping
him in the dark. I remember a friend of mine had been living just outside San
Francisco at the time. Had told me that his utility bill went from $75 to well over $500 a
month in under a three-month period. A factor that by the number of households in
The Golden State. Was undoubtedly the catalyst that sparked California Governor
Gary Davis to go on Nationwide TV and flat out put it on the Bushs administration.
Their reply, a basic slap in the face. Might as well said, oops our bad. Electricity was
quickly capped and everything back to the way it was. Not; being too little too late as
the damage had already been done. Whereby, as president, and realistically Bushs first
noticeable act since taking office. To have allowed the system to be manipulated as
such and to that extreme while at the helm. You know, as well as he did; was going to
call for answers, if not his ass, after a Senate Subcommittee formal investigation. Now,
if I could figure this out. How long do you think it would take; and to what extent
would an inquisitive subcommittee from Washington uncover?
Ill suggest Bush needed an escape route and quick from this choreographed
Masterplan created. Since the Enron stock manipulation had been estimated at $175
billion stock fraud with Bush at the wheel and his appointed administration in the
backseat of his driven car. Without saying Bush must have shit himself and figured
hed end up impeached or in prison, probably both.
Either way, that mother fucker wasnt going out like and definitely not down alone.
Immediately scrambled for an answer. That would divert the publics attention far
away from him and his cronies. Long enough for the Enron stock scandal to be quietly
swept under the rug. While creating a long term answer to recoup the missing cash. In

other words, this is how Ill describe it; He slept with dogs, woke up with fleas. While
scratching his ass fell in shit, yet got up smelling like a Texas Rose. Only the fuckin
president could pull that off!
That said. What would be the fastest and easiest way for this prick to recoup the lost or
stolen cash; and at the same time persuade the world; thru a well-conceived
misdirection?
Again, only God knows for sure along with a hand full of people as to what truly
transpired behind another set of closed doors. Although, I would have liked to be a fly
on the oval office wall. While having a prosopopoeial perspective behind the thought
and logistics that went into the next world changing event. And for the lack of a better
choice of words used. Since I dont know what else to call the tragedy of 9/11 other
than a world changing event. Whereby, the majority of the world had been misdirected
thru its mayhem.
The way I see it. Bush had no choice in his escape; but to create a catastrophic event on
US soil. While in the suggested poly; misdirect the worlds belief by laying the blame
elsewhere to cover the other hidden agenda. Where the 9/11 tragedy proved to have
served multiple purposes. Now if youre unsure and want to call bullshit; then ask
yourself the same few questions that Id asked myself.
Back in the 1980s, when Russia invaded Afghanistan. To be exact it was
December 1979 to February 1989. With that noted, asked; who was the individual that led
the rebel force, financed by the United States to fight Charlie Wilsons War? The
answer very simply, Osama Bin Laden had been the go to guy for the Whitehouse in
and at that time. I remember seeing pictures of Bin Laden with Ronald Reagan arm in
arm from the Whitehouse. Brother in Arms so to speak. Where its a known fact that in
the 1980s, Bin Laden left his comfortable Saudi home. To travel to Afghanistan to
participate in the Afghan jihad, or holy war, against the invading forces of the Soviet
Union. A cause that, ironically, the United States funded, pouring $3 billion into the
Afghan resistance via the CIA.
Now how could Osama Bin Laden be a hero and a friend of the US in the 80s, yet
portrayed as terrorist in later years? I didnt believe back then and I sure the fuck dont

believe it today. Dont get me wrong. Im not saying that the US didnt need a fall guy
or the perfect patsy to pull this off.
Because, first of all, who had the capabilities to hijack four US airplanes on the same
day, complete with flight manifest? Before you answer that, ask yourself this; If you
were Osama Bin Laden and you hated the US as much as they say he did. Then why
was the Whitehouse not the very first target? And it just so happened that there were
four Navy Seals on board that plane trained at counter terrorist shit. Remember my
position on coincidences. Especially if the hijackers had been predisposed to the flight
manifest knowing full well to the presence of the Navy Seals. Also add, to the fact that
the Whitehouse was virtually empty on that particular day left only to the cleaning
staff.
Secondly; the plane headed for the Pentagon was the third plane not the second.
Whereby, tactically speaking the Pentagon shouldve been the second target and for it
to hit a wing under construction. Is arguably more than just a coincidence.
Finally; lets take a closer look at the two planes that hit the Twin Towers and the usual
routine that surrounds those two buildings on any given day. In where usually 80,000
people come and go daily. However, on that ill-fated day fewer than 8,000 individuals
entered the two towers combined. The next question to ask, what was kept in the
vault room at the bottom of the towers? As I recall approximately $180 million in
gold; where not one ounce was ever recovered from the derbies. Notwithstanding Id
heard the National Debt Computer that compiled approximately $30 trillion of US debt
held globally in a data bank simply destroyed. Was there back-up? I dont know nor
do I recall hearing anything else about it, other than it was destroyed.
Next; The CIA in 2013 had released classified videos, tapes seen on YouTube that
suggested between August 23rd to September 3rd 2001 from 3 am to 5 am. Delivery
trucks came and went daily. Whereas, I too agree that those trucks did carry items.
Although Ill suggest that the items transported had been a furniture comprised of C4
composite that had been strategically placed at structured barring points throughout
the two towers. Conveniently on floors that were either being renovated or under
construction at the time that help facilitate the implosion that obviously occurred. And
I will further suggest that when the trucks left at 5 am daily, contained gold bars that

had been slowly and noticeably removed. To me, this had to be the only logical answer
as to what happened to the missing gold while effectively accomplishing the preengineered demolition.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-cGbEwfx20&index=9&list=PLgjXjIAkwDcPzAI1PZCxUzyNoVXhR9sez

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0QABBErBfE&index=23&list=PLgjXjIAkwDcPzAI1PZCxUzyNoVXhR9sez

So there you have it. Not just the twin towers, but building 7 had also had been
demolished and not from the heat of office fires as originally reported. Im surprised
that they actually thought a sane man would believe that shit there were shoving for so
long. Only later had it been determined that the two plans that actually hit the towers
were not the United or American commercial airliners originally reported. But in fact
military drones that were remote controlled and deliberately used in the government
controlled operation that brought the world to its knees. This confirmed by tower
videos themselves and the fact that in the debris, salvagers had found one of the
engines belonging to a military aircraft not commercially used by either United or
American. Another piece of evidence that cannot be disputed or denied.
And last but not least, if you watch the cleanup tapes from ground zero. You will
notice that some, not all of the heavy equipment used bore the name BQ Rental. Which
when investigated will reveal the owner as Bin Quraya. A Saudi Arabian Parent
Company owned by the Osama Bin Laden family. Although hard to swallow speaks
volumes in where a foreign rental company awarded a contract in part to supply heavy
equipment to help clean up a disaster supposedly orchestrated by the man himself.
If you can understand or fathom the above, then lets look at what transpired
afterwards. Bush goes on CNN, while the public is in shock over the disaster. He
claims, Al Qaida, weapons of mass destruction and declares war on a myth. Storms in
Afghanistan and liberates the people in just over in a week. Whereby, the poppy fields
are once again controlled by the locals and not Al Qaida terrorist. The heroin
manufactured from the poppy is now destined for the US marketplace, and the
proceeds from those drug sales now back in the hands of the local people of
Afghanistan via the US Government.

If you continue to follow the money; in that route, youll witness a pipeline from
Saudi Arabia to Russia finally completed successfully by non-other than the Bin Laden
Group. Without further disruption or any recourse from any terrorists. This solves the
once energy crisis in Russia and puts more skin into the game.
Speaking of skin; take a closer look at each soldier that fought over there all wore the
same gear. All of which had been manufactured by separate US companies. Whereby,
their stock prices naturally go up as more and more soldiers are deployed, returning
more and more money to the system. With the moneys flowing freely they couldnt
stop there. Only fueled ole George W. Bushs secondary agenda. To finish off where
his daddy failed to do with The Gulf War (2 August 1990 28 February 1991),
codenamed Operation Desert Shield;
(But wait, wasnt Bush supposed to be looking for Bin Laden?)
Where the 2003 invasion of Iraq lasted from 20 March to 1 May 2003 and signaled the
start of the Iraq War, which was dubbed Operation Iraqi Freedom from the United
States (prior to 19 March, the mission in Iraq was called Operation Enduring Freedom, a
carryover from the War in Afghanistan). I call Bullshit. Although the invasion
consisted of 21 days of major combat operations, in which a combined force of troops
from the United States, the United Kingdom, Australia and Poland invaded Iraq and
deposed the Baathist government of Saddam Hussein. The invasion phase consisted
primarily of a conventionally fought war, which included the capture of the Iraqi
capital of Baghdad by American forces with the implicit assistance of the United
Kingdom, Australia and Poland.
160,000 troops were sent by the Coalition into Iraq, during the initial invasion phase,
which lasted from 19 March to 9 April 2003. About 130,000 were sent from the USA
alone, with about 28,000 British soldiers, Australia (2,000), and Poland (194). 36 other
countries were involved in its aftermath. In preparation for the invasion, 100,000 U.S.
troops were assembled in Kuwait by 18 February. The coalition forces also received
support from Kurdish irregulars in Iraqi Kurdistan.
According to U.S. President George W. Bush and British Prime Minister Tony Blair, the
coalition mission was to disarm Iraq of weapons of mass destruction, to end Saddam
Hussein's support for terrorism, and too free the Iraqi people. Bullshit again.

Others place a much greater emphasis on the impact of the 11 September 2001 attacks,
and the role this played in changing U.S. strategic calculations, and the rise of the
freedom agenda. According to Blair, the trigger was Iraq's failure to take a final
opportunity to disarm itself of alleged nuclear, chemical, and biological weapons that
U.S. and British officials called an immediate and intolerable threat to world peace.
In a January 2003 CBS poll, 64% of Americans had approved of military action against
Iraq; however, 63% wanted Bush to find a diplomatic solution rather than go to war,
and 62% believed the threat of terrorism directed against the U.S. would increase due to
war.
The invasion of Iraq was strongly opposed by some long-standing U.S. allies, including
the governments of France, Germany, and New Zealand. Their leaders argued that
there was no evidence of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq and that invading the
country was not justified in the context of UNMOVIC's 12 February 2003 report. On 15
February 2003, a month before the invasion, there were worldwide protests against the
Iraq War, including a rally of three million people in Rome, which is listed in the
Guinness Book of Records as the largest ever anti-war rally. According to the French
academic Dominique Reyni, between 3 January and 12 April 2003, 36 million people
across the globe took part in almost 3,000 protests against the Iraq war. All of this to
cover Bushs ass, and divert the real attention to his involvement with ENRON and the
billions stolen by engrossment.
The invasion was preceded by an air strike on the Presidential Palace in Baghdad on 20
March 2003. The following day, coalition forces launched an incursion into Basra
Province from their massing point close to the Iraqi-Kuwaiti border. While the special
forces launched an amphibious assault from the Persian Gulf to secure Basra and the
surrounding petroleum fields, the main invasion army moved into southern Iraq,
occupying the region and engaging in the Battle of Nasiriyah on 23 March. Massive air
strikes across the country and against Iraqi command and control threw the defending
army into chaos and prevented an effective resistance. On 26 March, the 173rd
Airborne Brigade was airdropped near the northern city of Kirkuk, where they joined
forces with Kurdish rebels and fought several actions against the Iraqi army to secure
the northern part of the country.

The main body of coalition forces continued their drive into the heart of Iraq and met
with little resistance. Most of the Iraqi military was quickly defeated and Baghdad was
occupied on 9 April. Other operations occurred against pockets of the Iraqi army,
including the capture and occupation of Kirkuk on 10 April, and the attack and capture
of Tikrit on 15 April. Iraqi president Saddam Hussein and the central leadership went
into hiding as the coalition forces completed the occupation of the country. On 1 May,
an end of major combat operations was declared, ending the invasion period and
beginning the military occupation period.
So again; what was Bush looking for weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, and not Bin
Laden? Only to find Saddam Hussein hiding in a hole, where again thanks to
Wikipedia, The Trial of Saddam Hussein was the trial of the deposed President of Iraq,
Saddam Hussein by the Iraqi Interim Government for crimes against humanity during
his time in office.
The Coalition Provisional Authority voted to create the Iraqi Special Tribunal (IST),
consisting of five Iraqi judges, on 9 December 2003, tried Saddam Hussein and his
aides for charges of war crimes, crimes against humanity, and genocide. [1]
The trial was viewed by many as a kangaroo court or show trial. [2] [3] [4] [5] Amnesty
International stated that the trial was "unfair,"[6] and Human Rights Watch judged that
Saddam's execution "follows a flawed trial and marks a significant step away from the
rule of law in Iraq."[7]
Saddam was captured on 13 December 2003.

[8]

He remained in custody by United

States forces at Camp Cropper in Baghdad, along with eleven senior Ba'athist officials.
Particular attention was paid during the trial to activities in violent campaigns against
the Kurds in the north during the IranIraq War, against the Shiites in the south in 1991
and 1999 to put down revolts, and in Dujail after a failed assassination attempt on 8 July
1982, during the IranIraq War. Saddam asserted in his defense that he had been
unlawfully overthrown, and was still the president of Iraq.
The first trial began before the Iraqi Special Tribunal on 19 October 2005. At this trial
Saddam and seven other defendants were tried for crimes against humanity with
regard to events that took place after a failed assassination attempt in Dujail in 1982 by
members of the Islamic Dawa Party (see also human rights abuses in Iraq under
Saddam Hussein). A second and separate trial began on 21 August 2006, [9] trying
Saddam and six co-defendants for genocide during the Anfal military campaign against
the Kurds of northern Iraq.

On 5 November 2006, Saddam was sentenced to death by hanging. On 26 December,

Saddam's appeal was rejected and the death sentence upheld. No further appeals were
taken and Saddam was ordered executed within 30 days of that date. The date and
place of the execution were secret until the sentence was carried out.

[10]

Saddam

Hussein was executed by hanging on 30 December 2006. [11] With his death, all other
charges were dropped.
I saw it just slightly different though. The liberation of Iraq wasnt for the Iraqi people
to rid them of Saddam Hussein, although a nice cherry atop. It was far more diabolical
than that. Not only was it to cover Bushs ass while diverting the publics attention
away from the Enron Stock Scandal. It had been for a stronghold to Iraqs vast oil
reserves and the devaluation of the local currency as the Iraqi Dinar back then carried a
value some 3x greater than the USD. Where today the Dinar is pegged at 1182: 1. Is in
and of itself criminal since the untapped resource in Iraq easily establishes that country
as the richest in the world.
Yet, the powers to be embedded in both Iraqs new government and the US
government will never allow that to happen. Nor will they ever allow Iraq or its people
to have the economic freedom, it once had, or is entitled to. Instead the US unjust
invasion literally left Iraq and its people to the stone age for at least the next 50 years. If
you dont believe me. Look at Vietnam and how long its taken that country to recover
from US interactions. While both countries still wallow thru the aftermath wondering,
what the fuck happened cloaked by the red, white, and blue super power.
To add insult to injury president Bush clearly stated back then that the US Government
wasnt going to pay Iraq compensation for the orchestrated diversion caused by the US
Government interaction. Whereby the companies that did benefited in Iraq are
Halliburton, Brown & Root, Exxon Mobile, and Royal Dutch Shell to name a few.
Notwithstanding, the fact that the US holds all the strings in Iraq via the power behind
the Word Bank- Rothschilds, and IMF also known as the Fund, was conceived at a
UN conference in Bretton Woods, New Hampshire, United States, in July 1944. The 44
countries at that conference sought to build a framework for economic cooperation to
avoid a repetition of the competitive devaluations that had contributed to the Great
Depression of the 1930s.

The IMF's primary purpose is to ensure the stability of the international monetary
systemthe system of exchange rates and international payments that enables
countries (and their citizens) to transact with each other. The Fund's mandate was
updated in 2012 to include all macroeconomic and financial sector issues that bear on
global stability.
Although, did they not lose sight of the culprit or did they forget that they were
supposedly looking for Osama Bin Laden? Until they gave that little cookie to Obama;
however, with that said. Making him and his administration; guilty by association. If
you see where the movie Devils Double, then Ill leave that one alone as Bin Laden
was never going to be found; let alone prosecuted for his alleged participation.
Moreover, while Im still on the topic. This article will heighten your suspicions a tad.
Halliburton Corporation's Brown and Root is one of the major components
THE BUSH-CHENEY DRUG EMPIRE
[Lead story in the October 24, 2000 issue of "From the Wilderness"]
By
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FTW, October 24, 2000 - The success of Bush, vice Presidential running mate Richard
Cheney at leading Halliburton, Inc. To a five year $3.8 billion pig-out" on federal
contracts and taxpayer-insured loans. Is only a partial indicator of what may happen if
the Bush ticket wins in two weeks? A closer look at available research, including an
August 2, 2000 report by the Center for Public Integrity (CPI) at www.public-i.org.
Suggests that drug money has played a role in the successes achieved by Halliburton
under Cheneys tenure as CEO from 1995 to 2000. This is especially true for
Halliburtons most famous subsidiary, heavy construction and oil giant, Brown and
Root. A deeper look into history reveals that Brown and Roots past as well as the past
of Dick Cheney himself. Connect to the international drug trade on more than one
occasion and in more than one way.
This June the lead Washington, D.C. attorney for a major Russian oil company
connected in law enforcement reports. To heroin smuggling and also a beneficiary of
US backed loans to pay for Brown and Root contracts in Russia. Held a $2.2 million
fund raiser to fill the already bulging coffers of presidential candidate George W. Bush.
This is not the first time that Brown and Root has been connected to drugs and the fact
is that this poster child. Of American industry may also be a key player in Wall
Streets efforts to maintain domination of the half trillion dollar a year global drug trade
and its profits. And Dick Cheney, who has also come closer to drugs than most
suspects. And who is also Halliburtons largest individual shareholder of 45.5 million
has a vested interest in seeing to it that Brown and Roots successes continue.
Of all American companies dealing directly with the U.S. military and providing cover
for CIA operations. Few firms can match the global presence of this giant construction
powerhouse which employs 20,000 people in more than 100 countries. Through its
sister companies or joint ventures. Brown and Root can build offshore oil rigs, drill
wells, construct and operate everything from harbors to pipelines to highways to
nuclear reactors. It can train and arm security forces and it can now also feed, supply
and house armies. One key beacon of Brown and Root's overwhelming appeal to

agencies like the CIA is that, from its own corporate web page. It proudly announces
that it has received the contract to dismantle aging Russian nuclear tipped ICBMs in
their silos.

Furthermore, the relationships between key institutions, players and the Bushes
themselves. Suggest that under a George W administration the Bush family and its
allies. May well be able, using Brown and Root as the operational interface, to control
the drug trade all the way from Medellin to Moscow.
Originally formed as a heavy construction company to build dams. Brown and Root
grew its operations via shrewd political contributions to Senate candidate Lyndon
Johnson in 1948. Expanding into the building of oil platforms, military bases, ports,
nuclear facilities, harbors and tunnels, Brown and Root virtually underwrote LBJ's
political career. It prospered as a result, making billions on U.S. Government contracts
during the Vietnam War. The "Austin Chronicle" in an August 28 Op-Ed piece entitled
"The Candidate from Brown and Root" labels Republican Cheney as the political
dispenser of Brown and Root's largesse. According to political campaign records,
during Cheney's five-year tenure at Halliburton. The companys political contributions
more than doubled to 1.2 million. Not surprisingly, most of that money went to
Republican candidates.
Independent news service "newsmakingnews.com," also describes how in 1998, with
Cheney as Chairman, Halliburton spent $8.1 billion to purchase oil industry equipment
and drilling supplier Dresser Industries. This made Halliburton a corporation that will
have a presence in almost any future oil drilling operation anywhere in the world. And
it also brought back into the family fold. The company that had once sent a plane - also
in 1948 - to fetch the new Yale Graduate George H. W. Bush, to begin his career in the
Texas oil business. Bush the elders father, Prescott, served as a Managing Director for
the firm that once owned Dresser, Brown Brothers Harriman.
It is clear that everywhere there is oil there is Brown and Root. But increasingly,
everywhere there is war or insurrection there is Brown and Root also. From Bosnia and
Kosovo, to Chechnya, to Rwanda, to Burma, to Pakistan, to Laos, to Vietnam, to
Indonesia, to Iran to Libya to Mexico to Colombia. Brown and Roots traditional

operations have expanded from heavy construction to include the provision of logistical
support for the U.S. military. Now, instead of U.S. Army quartermasters, the world is
likely to see Brown and Root warehouses storing and managing everything from
uniforms to rations to vehicles.
Dramatic expansion of Brown and Roots operations in Colombia also suggest Bush
preparations for a war inspired feeding frenzy as a part of "Plan Colombia." This is
consistent with moves by former Bush Treasury Secretary Nicholas Brady. To open a
joint Colombian-American investment partnership called Corfinsura. For the financing
of major construction projects with the Colombian Antioquia Syndicate, headquartered
in Medellin. (See FTW June, 00). And expectations of a ground war in Colombia may
explain why, in a 2000 SEC filing. Brown and Root reported that in addition to owning
more than 800,000 square feet of warehouse space in Colombia, they also lease another
122,000 square feet. According to the filing of the Brown and Root Energy Services
Group. The only other places where the company maintains warehouse space are in
Mexico (525,000 sq. feet), and the U.S. (38,000) square feet. According to the web site of
Colombias Foreign Investment Promotion Agency Brown and Root had no presence in
the country until 1997. What does Brown and Root, which, according to the AP has
made more than $2 billion supporting and supplying U.S. troops, know about Colombia
that the U.S. public does not? Why the need for almost a million square feet of
warehouse space that can be transferred from one Brown and Root operation (energy)
to another (military support) with the stroke of a pen?
DRUGS
As described by the Associated Press, during "Iran-Contra" Congressman Dick
Cheney of the House Intelligence Committee was a rabid supporter of Marine Lt. Col.
Oliver North. This was in spite of the fact that North had lied to Cheney in a private
1986 White House briefing. Oliver Norths own diaries and subsequent investigations
by the CIA Inspector General. Had irrevocably tied him directly to cocaine smuggling
during the 1980s and the opening of bank accounts for one firm moving four tons of
cocaine a month. This, however, did not stop Cheney from actively supporting Norths
1994 unsuccessful run for the U.S. Senate. From Virginia just a year before he took over
the reins at Brown and Root's parent company, Dallas based Halliburton Inc. in 1995.

As the Bush Secretary of Defense during Desert Shield/Desert Storm (1990-91).

Cheney also directed special operations involving Kurdish rebels in northern Iran. The
Kurds primary source of income for more than fifty years has been heroin smuggling
from Afghanistan and Pakistan through Iran, Iraq and Turkey. Having had some
personal experience with Brown and Root. I noted carefully when the Los Angeles
Times observed that on March 22, 1991. That a group of gunmen burst into the Ankara,
Turkey offices of the joint venture, Vinnell, Brown and Root and assassinated retired
Air Force Chief Master Sergeant John Gandy.
In March of 1991, tens of thousands of Kurdish refugees, long-term assets of the CIA,
were being massacred by Saddam Hussein in the wake of the Gulf War. Saddam,
seeking to destroy any hopes of a successful Kurdish revolt. Found it easy to kill
thousands of the unwanted Kurds who had fled to the Turkish border seeking
sanctuary. There, Turkish security forces, trained in part by the Vinnell, Brown and
Root partnership, turned thousands of Kurds back into certain death. Today, the
Vinnell Corporation (a TRW Company) is, along with the firms MPRI and DynCorp
(FTW June, 00). One of the three pre-eminent private mercenary corporations in the
world. It is also the dominant entity for the training of security forces throughout the
Middle East. Not surprisingly the Turkish border regions in question were the primary
transshipment points for heroin. Grown in Afghanistan and Pakistan and destined for
the markets of Europe. A confidential source with intelligence experience in the region
subsequently told me that the Kurds "got some payback against the folks that used to
help them move their drugs." He openly acknowledged that Brown and Root and
Vinnell both routinely provided NOC or non-official cover for CIA officers.
But I already knew that.
From 1994 to 1999, during US military intervention in the Balkans were. According to
"The Christian Science Monitor" and "Jane's Intelligence Review," the Kosovo
Liberation Army. Controlled 70% of the heroin entering Western Europe, Cheneys
Brown and Root made billions of dollars supplying U.S. troops from vast facilities in the
region. Brown and Root support operations continue in Bosnia, Kosovo and Macedonia
to this day.

Dick Cheney's footprints have come closer to drugs than one might suspect. The
August Center for Public Integrity report brought them even closer. It would be
factually correct to say that there is a direct linkage of Brown and Root facilities. Often
in remote and hazardous regions. Between every drug producing region and every
drug consuming region in the world. These coincidences, in and of themselves, do not
prove complicity in the trade. Other facts, however, lead inescapably in that direction.
A DIRECT DRUG LINK
The CPI report entitled "Cheney Led Halliburton to Feast at Federal Trough" written by
veteran journalists Knut Royce and Nathaniel Heller. Describes how, under five years
of Cheney's leadership. Halliburton, largely through subsidiary Brown and Root,
enjoyed $3.8 billion in federal contracts and taxpayer insured loans. The loans had
been granted by the Export-Import Bank (EXIM) and the Overseas Private Investment
Corporation (OPIC). According to Ralph McGehee's "CIA Base " both institutions are
heavily infiltrated by the CIA and routinely provide NOC to its officers.
One of those loans to Russian financial/banking conglomerate. The Alfa Group of
Companies contained $292 million to pay for Brown and Roots contract to refurbish a
Siberian oil field owned by the Russian Tyumen Oil Company. The Alfa Group
completed its 51% acquisition of Tyumen Oil in what was allegedly a rigged bidding
process in 1998. An official Russian government report claimed that the Alfa Groups
top executives, oligarchs Mikhail Fridman and PyotrAven. "Allegedly participated in
the transit of drugs from Southeast Asia through Russia and into Europe."
These same executives, Fridman and Aven. Who reportedly smuggled the heroin in
connection with Russia's Solntsevo mob family. We're the same ones who applied for
the EXIM loans that Halliburtons lobbying later safely secured. As a result, Brown and
Root's work in Alfa Tyumen oil fields could continue - and expand.
After describing how organized criminal interests in the Alfa Group. Had allegedly
stolen the oil field by fraud. The CPI story, using official reports from the FSB (the
Russian equivalent of the FBI). Oil companies such as BP-Amoco, former CIA and KGB
officers and press accounts, then established a solid link to Alfa Tyumen and the
transportation of heroin. In 1995 sacks of heroin disguised as sugar were stolen from a
rail container leased by Alfa Echo and sold in the Siberian town of Khabarovsk.

A problem arose when many residents of the town became "intoxicated" or

"poisoned." The CPI story also stated, The FSB report said that within days of the
incident, Ministry of Internal Affairs (MVD) agents conducted raids of Alfa Eko
buildings and found 'drugs and other compromising documentation'.
Both reports claim that Alfa Bank has laundered drug funds from Russian and
Colombian drug cartels.
The FSB document claims that at the end of 1993, a top Alfa official met with Gilberto
Rodriguez Orejuela. The now imprisoned financial mastermind of Colombias
notorious Cali cartel. To conclude an agreement about the transfer of money into the
Alfa Bank from offshore zones such as the Bahamas, Gibraltar and others. The plan was
to insert it back into the Russian economy through the purchase of stock in Russian
companies. " He [the former KGB agent] reported that there was evidence 'regarding
[Alfa Bank's] involvement with the money laundering of Latin American drug
cartels."
It then becomes harder for Cheney and Halliburton to assert mere coincidence in all of
this as CPI reported that Tyumens lead Washington attorney James C, Langdon, Jr. at
the firm of Aikin Gump "helped coordinate a two million two hundred thousand fund
raiser for Bush this June. He then agreed to help recruit 100 lawyers and lobbyists in the
capital to raise twenty-five each for W's campaign."
The heroin mentioned in the CPI story. Originated in Laos, where long-time Bush allies
and covert warriors Richard Armitage and retired CIA ADDO (Associate Deputy
Director of Operations) Ted Shackley have been repeatedly linked to the drug trade. It
then made its way across Southeast Asia to Vietnam, probably the port of Haiphong.
Then the heroin sailed to Russia's Pacific port of Valdivostok from whence it
subsequently bounced across Siberia by rail and thence by truck or rail to Europe.
Passing through the hands of Russian Mafia leaders in Chechnya and
Azerbaijan. Chechnya and Azerbaijan are hotbeds of both armed conflict and oil
exploration and Brown and Root has operations all along this route. This long,
expensive and tortured path was hastily established. As described by FTW in previous
issues, after President George Bush's personal envoy Richard Armitage. Holding the
rank of Ambassador, had traveled to the former Soviet Union to assist it with its
"economic development" in 1989.

The obstacle then to a more direct, profitable and efficient route from Afghanistan and
Pakistan. Through Turkey into Europe was a cohesive Yugoslavian/Serbian
government controlling the Balkans and continuing instability in the Golden Crescent
of Pakistan/Afghanistan. Also. There was no other way, using heroin from the Golden
Triangle (Burma, Laos and Thailand), to deal with China and India but to go around
them.
It is perhaps not by coincidence again that Cheney and Armitage share membership in
the prestigious Aspen Institute. An exclusive bi-partisan research think tank, and also
in the U.S. Azerbaijan Chamber of Commerce. Just last November, in what may be a
portent of things to come. Armitage, played the role of Secretary of Defense in a
practical exercise at the Council on Foreign Relations where he and Cheney are also
both members. Speculation that the scandal plagued Armitage, who resigned under a
cloud as Assistant Secretary of Defense in the Reagan Administration. Is Ws first
choice for Secretary of Defense next year is widespread.
The Clinton Administration took care of all that wasted travel for heroin with the 1998
destruction of Serbia and Kosovo and the installation of the KLA as a regional power.
That opened a direct line from Afghanistan to Western Europe and Brown and Root
was right in the middle of that too. The Clinton skill at streamlining drug operations
was described in detail in the May issue of FTW in a story entitled "The Democratic
Party's Presidential Drug Money Pipeline." That article has since been reprinted in
three countries. The essence of the drug economic lesson was that by growing opium in
Colombia and by smuggling cocaine and heroin from Colombia to New York City.
Through the Dominican Republic and Puerto Rico (a virtual straight line), traditional
smuggling routes could be shortened or even eliminated. This reduced both risk and
cost, increased profits and eliminated competition.
FTW suspects the hand of Medellin co-founder Carlos Lehder in this process and it is
interesting to note that Lehder, released from prison under Clinton in 1995. Is now
active in both the Bahamas and South America. Lehder was known during the eighties
as "The genius of transportation." I can well imagine a Dick Cheney, having witnessed
the complete restructuring of the global drug trade in the last eight years, going to
George W and saying, "Look, I know how we can make it even better." One thing is for
certain. As quoted in the CPI article, one Halliburton, Vice President noted that if the

Bush-Cheney ticket was elected, "the company's government contracts would

obviously go through the roof."
THE DARK PAST
In July of 1977 this writer, then a Los Angeles Police officer struggled to make sense of a
world gone haywire. In a last ditch effort to salvage a relationship with my fiance,
Nordica Theodora D'Orsay (Teddy), a CIA contract agent. I had traveled to find her in
New Orleans. On a hastily arranged vacation, secured with the blessing of my
Commanding Officer. Captain Jesse Brewer of LAPD, I had gone on my own,
unofficially, to avoid the scrutiny of LAPD's Organized Crime Intelligence Division
(OCID).
Starting in the late spring of 1976 Teddy had wanted me to join her operations from
within the ranks of LAPD. I had refused to get involved with drugs in any way and
everything she mentioned seemed to involve either heroin or cocaine along with guns
that she was always moving out of the country. The Director of the CIA then was
George Herbert Walker Bush. Although officially on staff at the LAPD Academy at the
time. I had been unofficially loaned to OCID since January when Teddy, announcing
the start of a new operation planned in the fall of 1976 had suddenly disappeared. She
left many people, including me, baffled and twisting in the breeze. The OCID
detectives had been pressuring me hard for information about her and what I knew of
her activities. It was information I could not give them. Hoping against hope that I
would find some way to understand her involvement with CIA, LAPD, the royal family
of Iran, the Mafia and drugs I set out alone into eight days of Dantean revelations that
have determined the course of my life from that day to this.
Arriving in New Orleans in early July, 1977 I found her living in an apartment across
the river in Gretna. Equipped with scrambler phones, night vision devices and working
from sealed communiqus delivered by naval and air force personnel from nearby
Belle Chasse Naval Air Station, Teddy was involved in something truly ugly. She was
arranging for large quantities of weapons to be loaded onto ships leaving for Iran. At
the same time, she was working with Mafia associates of New Orleans Mafia boss
Carlos Marcello to coordinate the movement of service boats that were bringing large
quantities of heroin into the city. The boats arrived at Marcello controlled docks,

unmolested by even the New Orleans police she introduced me to, along with divers,
military men, former Green Berets and CIA personnel.
The service boats were retrieving the heroin from oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico, oil rigs
in international waters, oil rigs built and serviced by Brown and Root. The guns that
Teddy monitored, apparently Vietnam era surplus AK 47s and M16s, were being
loaded onto ships also owned or leased by Brown and Root. And more than once
during the eight days. I spent in New Orleans I met and ate at restaurants with Brown
and Root employees who were boarding those ships and leaving for Iran within days.
Once, while leaving a bar and apparently having asked the wrong question, I was shot
at in an attempt to scare me off. Disgusted and heartbroken at witnessing my fiance
and my government smuggling drugs, I ended the relationship. Returning home to LA
I made a clean breast and reported all the activity I had seen, including the connections
to Brown and Root, to LAPD intelligence officers. They promptly told me that I was
crazy. Forced out of LAPD under threat of death at the end of 1978, I made complaints
to LAPD's Internal Affairs Division and to the LA office of the FBI under the command
of FBI SAC Ted Gunderson. I and my attorney wrote to the politicians, the Department
of Justice, the CIA and contacted the L.A. Times. The FBI and the LAPD said that I was
crazy.
According to a 1981 two-part news story in the "Los Angeles Herald Examiner" it was
revealed that The FBI had taken Teddy into custody and then released her before
classifying their investigation without further action. Former New Orleans Crime
Commissioner Aaron Cohen told reporter Randall Sullivan that he found my
description of events perfectly plausible after his thirty years of studying Louisiana's
organized crime operations.
To this day a CIA report prepared as a result of my complaint remains classified and
exempt from release pursuant to Executive Order of the President in the interests of
national security and because it would reveal the identities of CIA agents.
On October 26, 1981, in the basement of the West Wing of the White House, I reported
on what I had seen in New Orleans to my friend and UCLA classmate Craig Fuller.
Craig Fuller went on to become Chief of Staff to Vice President Bush from 1981 to 1985.
In 1982, then UCLA political science professor Paul Jabber, filled in many of the pieces

in my quest to understand what I had seen in New Orleans. He was qualified to do so

because he had served as a CIA and State Department consultant to the Carter
administration. Paul explained that. After a 1975 treaty between the Shah of Iran and
Saddam Hussein the Shah. Had cut off all overt military support for Kurdish rebels
fighting Saddam from the north of Iraq. In exchange the Shah had gained access to the
Shat al-Arab waterway so that he could multiply his oil exports and income. Not
wanting to lose a long-term valuable asset in the Kurds, the CIA had then used Brown
and Root. Which operated in both countries and maintained port facilities in the
Persian Gulf and near Shat al-Arab to rearm the Kurds. The whole operation had been
financed with heroin. Paul was matter-of-fact about in 1983 Paul Jabber left UCLA to
become a Vice President of Bankers Trust and Chairman of the Middle East
Department of the Council on Foreign Relations.
If one is courageous enough to seek an "operating system" that theoretically explains
what FTW has just described for you. One need look no further than a fabulous twopart article in "Le Monde Diplomatique" in April of that year. The brilliant stories,
focusing heavily on drug capital are titled "Crime, The World's Biggest Free Enterprise."
The brilliant and penetrating words of authors Christian de Brie and Jean de Maillard
do a better job of explaining the actual world economic and political situation than
anything that I have ever read.
De Brie writes, "By allowing capital to flow unchecked from one end of the world to the
other, globalization and abandon of sovereignty have together fostered the explosive
growth of an outlaw financial market . It is a coherent system closely linked to the
expansion of modern capitalism and based on an association of three partners:
governments, transnational corporations and mafias. Business is business: financial
crime is first and foremost a market, thriving and structured, ruled by supply and
demand.
"Big business complicity and political laisser faire are the only way that large-scale
organized crime can launder and recycle the fabulous proceeds of its activities. And the
transnationals need the support of governments and the neutrality of regulatory
authorities in order to consolidate their positions, increase their profits, withstand and
crush the competition, pull off the "deal of the century" and finance their illicit
operations. Politicians are directly involved and their ability to intervene depends on

the backing and the funding that keep them in power. This collusion of interests is an
essential part of the world economy, the oil that keeps the wheels of capitalism
turning."
After confronting CIA Director John Deutch on world television on November 15, 1996 I
was interviewed by the staffs of both the Senate and House Intelligence Committees. I
prepared written testimony for Senate Intelligence, which I submitted, although I was
never called to testify. In every one of those interviews and in my written testimony
and in every lecture since that time I have told the story of Brown and Root. I will say it
again at the USC School of International Relations on December the 8th, 2000 regardless of who wins the election.
Michael C. Ruppert www.copvcia.com
Sources:
- The Center for Public Integrity, "Cheney Led Halliburton to Feast at Federal Trough",
Knut Royce & Nathaniel Heller,
http://www.public-i.org/story_01_080200.html
-"Le Monde - Diplomatique", April 2000.
- The U.S. Azerbaijan Chamber of Commerce
-The Aspen Institute, www.aspeninst.org
-"The Austin Chronicle", August 28, 2000
-The Associated Press, "Study: US Could Save Cost in Balkans" - 10/10/00
-The Associated Press, "Cheney, North Relationship Probed" - 8/11/00
-"The New York Times" Index The Council on Foreign Relations-"The Unauthorized
Biography of George Bush" - Webster Tarpley and Anton Chaitkin-"CIA Base" 1992,
Ralph McGehee-CIA Inspector General Report of Investigation Allegations of
Connections Between CIA and the Contras in Cocaine Trafficking to the United States.
Volume II: The Contra Story - Report 96-0143-IG. -newsmakingnews.com, 27 August
2000, "The Dick Cheney Data Dump" - Securities and Exchange Commission - "Edgar"
Database. -Halliburton/Brown and Root - www.Halliburton.com/brs -The Vinnell
Corporation - www.Vinnell.com -" The New York Press," 8/1/00 -"The Los Angeles
Times," March 23, 1991.

Vector Equilibrium

Imagination is more important than knowledge. Albert Einstein

Aging in the liberated manuscript, I spoke about the flow of money as energy in the
form of a vector. Whereby, the flow of energy is in and of itself universal energy or as
Albert Einstein suggested Quantum Energy
Ill take one step further and suggest if you break down Quantum Energy to its
rudimentary understanding. Then a Quantum; is defined as a very small speck of
something, in this case, an elemental unit of energy. It turns out that quanta (several
small specks of energy). Exist in the background of all atoms and show themselves
even in the coldest of temperatures, zero degrees Kelvin (or absolute zero) the lowest of
all possible energy states. This is demonstrated when all matter has been removed and
nothing is left to make any motion, in essence, nothing should move. And yet, these
infinitesimally small packets of energy exist, sometimes as particles and sometimes as
waves that fill every space or void.
Whereas, Energy: is defined as a discrete quantity of energy proportional in magnitude
to the frequency of radiation it represents.
Verb; If a liquid, gas, or electrical current flows somewhere, it moves there steadily and
continuously.
Verb; If information or money flows somewhere, it moves freely between people or
organizations.
Now, ask yourself where do we fit in? We, and everything around us are made up of
atoms. If the foundation of all atoms is this energy field, then we have this energy
within us. Through and through. In fact, there is no beginning or end where one atom
starts and another stops. The energy is in and of itself continuous. And it turns out that
this energy, when it moves in waves, has no boundaries, not in space, and not in time.
So, consider yourself tethered. If you will, by this energy field in the background of
every atom in your body, to everything that exists, has existed and will exist. You really
have no physical boundary when it comes to this energy field. And in fact, you are
entangled energetically to everything else, to everyone else, in the physical world we

see, and the non-physical world we dont see, as in our consciousness, or more simply,
our thoughts.
Have you ever had an experience or a moment when you knew something important
was going on? But you just couldnt put your finger on it, or didnt know what it was
or why exactly? Where, for just a split second, youre suspended in some other
dimension and hear you ask, wow, is this really happening? Poised in one
dimension in a state of catatonia you stay there. It seems, like eons, until someone
makes you do or say something that takes you out of that moment. Not quite sure
what the fuck just happened. Ill suggest that youd experienced a quantum moment.
A moment in time, which you feel different, moved emotionally by a somatic sense,
other worldly. Responding to what would otherwise be an ordinary situation, but you
respond instead in an extraordinary way. What we are talking about is a small window
on a vast dimension of life. For most people, invisible, that increases our ability to
perceive and process information vital to us and to our purpose in being here. That
dimension is as I see it; the Quantum Energy or Zero-Point Field.
Over the past couple hundred years, scientists have endeavored to prove the existence
of this other dimension. This energy field that connects us, to explain consciousness
and the sheer effect of our thoughts. We now have incontrovertible research data that
do just that. Through scientific regimen. We have explained such psychic phenomena
as remote viewing. Precognition, telepathy/mind reading, auric sight/clairvoyance,
clairaudience, psychometry, dowsing, healing, psychokinesis/telekinesis,
dematerialization/ materialization, levitation and homeopathy. The key to
understanding these phenomena is this energy fabric that runs through us and connects
us all to everything, regardless of space and time. The entanglement of our existence.
In Dr. Dean Radins words, At a level of reality deeper than the ordinary senses can
grasp, our brains and minds are in intimate communion with the universe
(Entangled Minds, Extrasensory Experiences in a Quantum Reality, Paraview, Pocket
Books, New York, 2006, pg. 263).
Now, step outside the box and look at it as the value of of Tours (V= 22 Rr 2): Energymade from its surrounding but distinct with in itself as it flows outward. It also flows
inwards simultaneously. Identical in value and where I believed the real power lies in
the Universe, Mother Nature and in Wealth. Whereby, instinctively layers of a
pyramid or triangle. Ill further suggest its complexity when you add the influence of

religion and the cultural sensitivities associated with its diversity across the globe.
Incorporate this miscellany into the concept of vector equilibrium. Inserted is the gist
of what Ill call my New Orleans Syncopated Gumbo per se as a transformation
pathway for Vector -to-Equilibrium:
Vector Equilibrium;
Vector and its Transformation Pathways - Equilibrium
1. Map of the relationships between the forms of the vector equilibrium
The pathways illustrated on the map are the main connections between predominantly
symmetric figures which can he derived by subjecting the vector equilibrium (also
named a jitterbug) to various processes: folding, compressing, expanding, rotating,
etc.

JITTERBUG
A name coined by the American mathematician Buckminster Fuller
for the geometrical transform- actions of a flexible jointed cuboctahedron.
(R. Buckminster Fuller. Synergetics: Explorations in the Geometry of Thinking
MacMillan, 1975)
Omnidirectional closest packing of spheres
defining nodes of the Cubocathedron

Vector equilibrium

The cuboctahedron is the polyhedron obtained by bisecting the 12 edges and truncating
the eight corners of the cube. It can also be developed, however, from the
omnidirectional closest packing of spheres around one nuclear sphere. The centres of 12
such spheres define the 12 nodes of the cuboctahedron. As all spheres are the same size
it can be seen that the length of the cuboctahedron's edges equal the distance from its
centre to its 12 nodes. Thus the form can be considered to be a system of equal vectors
which are in equilibrium a VECTOR EQUILIBRIUM - where the outward radial
thrust of the vectors from the centre is balanced by the circumfer- entially restraining
chordal vectors. The explosive forces perfectly balance the implosive forces.
Because energetic forces are in such an unstable equilibrium, as Buckminster Fuller
says, the vector equilibrium is a condition in which nature never allows herself to
tarry. The vector equilibrium itself is never found exactly symmetrical in nature's
crystallography. Ever pulsive and impulsive, nature never pauses her cycling at
equilibrium: she refuses to get caught irrecover- ably at the zero phase of energy. She
always closes her transformative cycles at the maximum positive or negative
asymmetry stages.
The JITTERBUG demonstrates complex geometric relationships in a very simple and
entertaining educational device for children and adults. Additional inform- action is
enclosed. Made in Australia.
The geometric forms we observe in nature are often those of the JITTERBUG'S
transformational patterns such as the icosahedron, the octahedron and the tetrahedron
where the energetic vectors temporarily fix.
The JITTERBUG, then, is a vector equilibrium with the internal radially thrusting
vectors removed so that, in manipulating it, the pull of your hands replaces the push of
nature, and one can feel nature's energy circuits

HOW TO JITTERBUG
With two hands holding opposite triangles and without twisting its axis, the
JITTERBUG is symmetrically contracted, firstly to an ICOSAHEDRON and then to an
OCTAHEDRON. At this stage, all the struts are doubled together in tight parallel
(simulating chemical double bonding of atoms).
Now, by rotating the top triangle of the composite octahedron by 60 degrees, and then
lowering it, the whole structural - system will transform into a two frequency triangle
whose outer triangles can now be folded inwards to form a six edge pattern of the
tetrahedron which organic chemists would describe as a quadrivalent tetrahedral
structure.
Finally, the model of the tetrahedron can be turned inside out, opened up, and the
previous contractive sequence of events is reversed. With practice, a rhythmic
contraction - expansion move- ment can be acquired with alternative clockwise and
anti-clockwise rotations. Happy jitterbugging!
TETRA TOYS 1 Queens Ave: McMahons Point N.S.W. 2060 Tel: (02)436-1399

The figures emerge whenever a new pattern of triangulation occurs, namely whenever
any of the processes brings vertices into triangulation distance, or takes them out of it.
Example: in compressing to opposite triangles from the vector equilibrium position, a
point is reached when the 6 squares are converted into 12 possible triangles with the
(imaginary) addition of six extra edges across the original diagonals

The map is not complete even for the portion shown. The 3-dimensional asymmetric
portion is quite complicated and difficult to disentangle. It is interesting that most of
those structures should emerge via the hexagonal wheel;
Map of transformations of the vector equilibrium by manipulation of the jitterbug
And; alternatively, the ideal path to follow; in light of being being followed!

2. Table
The table lists at the top of the page most of the configurations which are indicated on
the map. Down the side is a list of numbers. In the squares of the table under each
figure are to be found an indication of what aspect of the figure has elements whose
total number corresponds to that indicate along the right hand margin. So, for example,
against 1, the square and the triangle each have F for face, because they each
have one single face. Against 3, the triangle has V and E, because there are 3
vertices and 3 edges to it.
The other codes are as follows:
F = face
A = axis of symmetry
V = vertex (or edge intersection)
E = edge
T = total of F + V +E, namely total features to the figure
T2 = T + 2, because a different notion of total would include as extra features either:
inside and outside (for a 3-dimensional form) or:
visible and invisible sides (for a 2-dimen.) FV = F + V FE = F + F VE = V + E C =
circumferential circles associated with the degree of symmetry
The totals FV, FE, and VE are included because such figures can be used to hang certain
concepts, categories, or energies on them and in some cases it is these totals which are
significant. Thus a four-fold energy nay be said to manifest through a triangle through
FV or VE which total 4 in each case. Note the 32 which emerges in the icosahedron (FV)
which also has a 64 (T2).
The table may be used to work out how different forms carry different energies at
various stages through the transformation pathways on the map
Thus although a 7-fold energy may be carried in embryonic form through the total (T)
of features. By the time the structure is elaborated into the vector equilibrium form, the
7 is being carried by the 7 axes.

It is interesting to note the transition from embryonic representation as just described,

through explicit association with edges or faces, to invisible significance as a principle
of symmetry as in the case of the axes just mentioned.
It is interesting to note, particularly in the case of the hexagonal wheel, how flat
structures must be opened into volumes before such invisible symmetry effects can
manifest. In the case of the wheel, retaining a hold on the centre prevents such opening
out. The centre has to he released and in the most highly developed forms [vector
equilibrium, icosahedron, etc.) is defined by the manner in which the visible features
are positioned around it. There is then no central vertex.
3. Processes
Some of the accompanying notes describe the transformation processes represented on
the map.
4. Number details
Other notes describe some of the interesting features associated with the numbers in the
table. The table is however more comprehensive in some respects although the notes
mention some features not present in the table.
5. Relation to tensegrity
Tensegrities are based on balancing compressive and tensile forces (sticks and strings in
models). They have mainly been explored for configurations such as: vector equilibrium
(cuboctahedron), icosahedron, octahedron, and tetrahedron.
It is easy to see that it requires two hands [two forces) to maintain the vector
equilibrium configuration when it is the sticks [edges) which outline the form. The
configuration is thus dependent on outside forces. In order to make the structuring
forces "internal", extra elements have to he added. Strings could be used to link certain
vertices and in this case the strings would be internal to the configuration, although this
is not then a tensegrity
In the tensegrity, the strings are on the outside and it is they which outline the form. It
is the sticks which cross though the inside

So the two forms are intimately related. In the tensegrity everything is balanced but in
the stick-only model the person manipulating it is responsible for the form it takes.
6. Collection of printed notes
Some extracts from Buckminster Fuller's book Synergetics are included to give more
ideas about the understanding and significance behind the vector equilibrium concept he has many more pages than are included here.
7. In the interest of others
There has been a number of papers written exploring the relationship between
geometric forms (tensegrities) and the numbers on which they are based and why and
how they are chosen. Some are interested in the significance for ordering
understanding and making new kinds of group organization possible. I see these
configurations very much in similar manner related to the movement of different types
of energy which must be appropriately balanced and transformed. Im particularly
interested in their relation to traditional symbol systems based on sets of 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 12,
14, 22, 32, 52, 64, etc. numbers and further surmise that the vector is a flow of energy in
and of itself is universal energy. Whereby, I found it extremely coincidental that the
inserted video is somewhat mirrored to the worked Id initially noted in 1996,
comprised in 1998, and further jacked by government agents thereafter. Yet derivative
work is derivative work. And if youre a son of privilege. Then I guess you can
convince yourself and other of almost anything. In where Ill use the inserted to
complement the concept. The Tore Thrive affordable energy can be obtained by
understanding how powerful the natural force is within the heart of Mother Nature.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5i2NlruQec0&list=PLgjXjIAkwDcPzAI1PZCxUzyNoVXhR9sez&index=19

Whereby;
Summary of processes indicated on the transformation map
PROCESS I
1. Vector equilibrium
2. Icosahedron

compression of any 2 parallel triangles; triangulation of 6

squares

3. Octahedron

compression completed; elimination of 6 original squares

4. 14-Triangle form

rotation of one triangle with respect to its parallel; open up

3 squares and triangulate

5. Truncated triangular

continue rotation; open 3 squares further hut triangulate

pyramid

opposite corners

6. Flat 4-Triangle (a

rotation completed; squares eliminated

triangle)
7. Flat 3-Triangle trapezium

fold up one triangle

8. Flat 2-Triangle

fold up second triangle

(diamond)
fold up third triangle

9. Flat 1-Triangle
(triangle)

This process may of course be reversed. Note at the vector equilibrium point that
compression can twist the structure in a right or left-handed direction. Both lead
through the various steps above down to the triangle. At this point the triangle may be
unfolded the other way around, namely effectively turning the whole structure insideout.
PROCESS II

1. Vector equilibrium
2. Double square

decompressing any of 2 parallel squares;

antiprism

triangulation of the 4 other squares

3. Double square pyramid

decompression continued; elimination of the 4

(linked at vertex)

squares

3a Double square pyramid.

Optional intermediary step: pressure applied to

partially linked at vertex and

only two opposing vertices; the other two

with 4 tetrahedral

expands outwards creating two triangulation

zones

4. 4-Tetrahedra in 2 groups

decompression continued; triangulation of 2

linked at common vertex

remaining squares

4a 2-Tetrahedra on vertex

Asymmetric option: triangulation of 1 square

of square pyramid

only

4b 2-Triangle sail on vertex Asymmetric option: elimination of 1 square only

of square pyramid
4c 2-Triangle sail on vertex

Asymmetric option: elimination of 1 square;

of 2-Tetrahedra

triangulation of the other

5. Flat 4-Triangle (double)

decompression completed; elimination of all

diamond) squares

6. Flat 2-Triangle (vertex

fold over on common axis

link)
6a. (diamond)

fold over on common vertex

6b Flat 3-Triangle

fold over of only one triangle

7. Flat 1-Triangle

fold over

PROCESS III

1. Vector equilibrium
2. 4-Square pyramids on compression on any of 2 parallel square faces;
cube

triangulation of 4 other squares

3. Plat 4 triangles on

compression completed; elimination of 4

square

original squares

4.

Fold over one triangle

5.

fold over second triangle

6.

fold over third triangle

7. Flat square (to 9)

fold over fourth triangle

7a Square pyramid

when folding is to a common vertex

8. Triangular dipyramid
9. Flat diamond
10 Triangle
PROCESS IV
1. Vector equilibrium
2. 4-Square pyramids on

compression of any of 2 parallel square faces;

cube

triangulation of 4 other squares

3. Flat 4 triangles on

compression completed; elimination of 4

square

original squares

4. Flat 6-triangle

compression of 2 opposing inner vertices and

triangulation of that square

5. Flat 4-triangle (linked

diamonds)

compression completed; elimination of square

6. Flat 2-triangle (vertex

fold over common axis

link)
6a Flat 2-triangle

fold over common vertex

(diamond)
6b Flat 3-triangle

fold over of only one triangle

7. Flat 1-triangle

fold over

PROCESS V
1. Vector equilibrium
2. Icosahedron
3. Octahedron
4. Pentagonal dipyramid (10

sliding open and triangulating one square

triangle)
5. 12-triangle form

sliding open and triangulating second square

6. 14-triangle form

sliding open and triangulating third

square

7. 16-Triangle/2-Square form

sliding open and triangulating fourth

square

3. Vector equilibrium

opening all squares; eliminating

triangulation

Number details
(mainly incorporated into the table)
1: ***
a. The structure remains coherent in what ever way it is twisted and in whatever
configuration it takes

b. Some configurations are more elegantly symmetrical and reveal this unity more
clearly
c. This unity acquires special significance when the structure is in any of the
classical three-dimensional configurations: tetrahedron, octahedron, icosahedron
(known as the Platonic solids), or vector equilibrium (an Archimedean solid) also
known as cuboctahedron
d. Vector equilibrium: can be folded up to a single triangle configuration beyond
which it can be reduced no further by conventional manipulation
e. In contrast to many other configurations, a few can be kept with the application
of force at only one point. These include: tetrahedron, square pyramid, double
square pyramid (force at common vertex), double tetrahedron (force at common
vertex)
2: ***
a. The fundamental two-ness of the structure is evident from the parallelism
between pairs of edges in many of the more symmetrical configurations,
particularly in three-dimensions
b. The edges are themselves basic two-dimensional constructional elements
necessary to bring any form into manifestation
c. The importance of two-ness is also illustrated by the opposing forces (e.g. two
hands) required in order to maintain many of the three-dimensional
configurations and reveal their symmetry
Many of the configurations can be seen as made up of two equal halves
d. due to their bilateral symmetry
e. The flat configurations have two sides
f. The three-dimensional configurations may have an inside and an outside (others
are intersecting flat planes.
3: ***
a. The structure is made up of 8 triangles. It is a demonstration of possible
triangular configurations and of ways in which the triangle can be opened up
or developed

b. Vector equilibrium: The squares are in facing parallel pairs. The common axis
through the centre of the squares of each pair results in 3 such axes meeting at
right angles at the centre of the vector equilibrium
c. Octahedron: There are 3 circuits of edges around the circumference of the form
(great circles). The planes of the circuits meet at right angles at the centre
d. Triangle: In the flat one-triangle configuration, there are 3 vertices and 3 edges
e. 3-Triangle: In its flat three-triangle configuration, there are 3 faces
4: ***
a. Vector equilibrium:
- The 6 squares ore one manifestation of four-ness
- The common axis through the centres of the triangles (B in four parallel pairs)
results in 4 such axes meeting at right angles at the centre of the vector
equilibrium
There are 4 circuits of edges around the circumference (great circles), of which
3 delineate each triangle and one constitutes a parallel plane to it
b. Icosahedron: There are 4 groups of 5-triangle pentagonal groups, making the
total of 20 faces
c. Octahedron: The B triangular faces are in parallel pairs. The common axis
through the centre of the triangles of reach pair results in 4 such axes meeting at
right angles at the centre of the octahedron
- There are 4 edges in each of the 3 circuits of edges around the circumference
d. 4-Triangle: In its flat four-triangle configuration, there are 4 faces
e. 2-Triangle: In its flat two-triangle configuration, there are 4 vertices
f. 1-Triangle: In its one-triangle configuration, the single face and the 3 edges
constitute 4 features, as do the single face and the 3 vertices.
5: ***
a. Vector equilibrium: Riven the presence of a 13th sphere (see point 13 below),
each of the 12 outer spheres touches 4 others plus a 5th, namely the 13th at the
centre
b. Icosahedron: Each square of the vector equilibrium is effectively eliminated by
the addition of one extra edge (triangulating the square). As a result, 5 edges (one

of them imaginary here) meet at each vertex

- Each vertex is surrounded by 5 triangles whose bases constitute a pentagonal
lesser circuit (of which there are 12)
- There are 5 greater circuits around the circumference, each with B edges
delineating hexagons whose planes all intersect at the centre point
c. 2-Triangle: In the flat two-triangle configuration there are 5 edges
d. 3-Triangle: In the flat three-triangle configuration there are 5 vertices
6: ***
a. Vector equilibrium: There are 6 squares in parallel pairs. The axis through the
centres of the squares of each pair meet at the centre at right angles.
- The lines from each vertex to the centre make of them 6 square pyramids
b. Icosahedron: There are 5 great circuits of edges around the circumference,
each with 6 edges delineating hexagons whose planes all intersect at the centre
point
- In contracting from the vector equilibrium configuration, 6 extra edges are
required to maintain the icosahedron by triangulating the original squares
c. Octahedron: The edges meet at B vertices
d. Tetrahedron: There are 6 edges
e. 4-Triangle: In the flat four-triangle configuration there are 6 vertices
f. 2-Triangle: In the flat two-triangle configuration, the 2 faces and 4 vertices
constitute B features
g. 1-Triangle: In the flat one-triangle configuration, the 3 edges and 3
g. vertices constitute 6 features
7: ***
a. Vector equilibrium: The axes through the centre of the parallel faces result in 3
axes from the square faces and 4 axes from the triangular faces. All axes intersect
at the centre of the vector equilibrium.
b. Pentagonal dipyramid: Sliding one triangle in relation to its parallel triangle
inanoctahedron configuration results in a pentagonal dipyramid with 7 vertices
c. 3-Triangle: In the flat three-triangle configuration, there are 7 edges

d. 2-Triangle: In the flat two-triangle configuration, the 2 faces and 5 edges

constitute 7 features
e. 1-Triangle: In the flat one-triangle configuration, the single face, 3 edges and 3
vertices constitute 7 features
8: ***
a. Vector equilibrium: There are 8 triangular faces in parallel pairs.
- The lines linking each vertex to the centre make of them 8 tetrahedrons
b. Octahedron: There are 8 triangular faces in parallel pairs
- The lines linking each vertex to the centre make of them 8 tetrahedra
c. Tetrahedron: The 4 vertices and 4 faces constitute 8 features
d. 3-Triangle: In its flat three-triangle configuration, the 3 faces and 5 vertices
constitute 8 features
Some other numbers
13: ***
a. Vector equilibrium: Spheres of equal radius centred on each vertex touch four
other neighbouring spheres and create a space for a 13th sphere of the same
radius at the centre. This 13th sphere centred on an invisible vertex touches ell 12
outer spheres, which are thus each in contact with 5 spheres [4 outer and 1 inner)
b. Icosahedron: The contraction from the vector equilibrium is that which would
result from the removal of a 13th central sphere.
Hexagonal wheel: The total of 6 faces and 7 vertices makes 13 features.
c. The central visible vertex is the 13th feature
22: ***
a. Pentagonal dipyramid: The total of 7 vertices and 15 edges makes 22 features.
32: ***

a. a. Pentagonal dipyramid: The total of 7 vertices, 15 edges and 10 faces makes 32

features
b. b. Icosahedron: The total of 20 faces and 12 vertices makes 32 features
c. c. Vector equilibrium: The 8 facial triangles may be considered as the bases of B
tetrahedra with their vertices at the centre. The total number of faces of these
tetrahedra is 32
52: ***
a. a. Vector equilibrium: The 14 faces, 12 vertices and 24 edges make a total of 50
features, to which may be added 2 for the inside and the outside, making 52
features
64: ***
a. a. Icosahedron: The 20 faces, 12 vertices and 30 edges make a total of 62 features,
to which may be added 2 for the inside and the outside, making 64
Collection of notes on Vector Equilibrium
Extracts from: R Buckminster Fuller (Synergetic; exploration in geometry of thinking.
Macmillan, 1975 876 pages) (Second volume also)
430.02 It is called the vector equilibrium because the radials and the cir- cumferentials
arc all of the same dimension and the tendencies to both ex- plode and implode are
symmetrical. That the explosive and implosive forces are equal is shown by the fourdimensional hexagonal cross sections whose radial and circumferential vectors
balance. The eight triangular faces reveal four opposite pairs of single-bonded
tetrahedra in a positive and negative tetrahedral system array with a common central
vertex and with coinciding ra- dial edges. The four hexagonal planes (hat cross each
other at the center of the vector-equilibrium system are parallel to the four faces of
each of its eight tetrahedra. Six square faces occur where the six half-octahedral
converge around the common vector-equilibrium nuclear vertex.
430.03 In terms of vectorial dynamics, the outward radial thrust of the vector
equilibrium is exactly balanced by the circumferentially restraining chordal forces:

hence the figure is an equilibrium of vectors. All the edges of the figure are of equal
length, and this length is always the same as the dis- tance of any of its vertexes from
the center of the figure. The lines of force radiating from its center are restraining
contained by those binding inward arrayed in finite closure circumferentially around
its periphery-barrel-hoop- ing. The vector equilibrium is an omnidirectional
equilibrium of forces in which the magnitude of its explosive potentials is exactly
matched by the strength of its external cohering bonds. If its forces are reversed, the
magni- tude of its contractive shrinkage is exactly matched by its external compressive arch works refusal to shrink.
430.04 The vector equilibrium is a truncated cube made by bisecting the edges and
truncating the eight corners of the cube to make the four axes of the four planes of the
vector equilibrium. The vector equilibrium has been called the cuboctahedron or
cubo-octahedron by crystallographers and geo- meters of the non-experimentallyinformed and non-energy-concerned past. As such, it was one of the original 23
Archimedean solids,
430.05 The vector equilibrium is the common denominator of the tetrahe- dron,
octahedron, and cube. It is the decimal unit within the octave system. Double its
radius for octave expansion.
430.06 The vector equilibrium is a system. It is not a structure. Nor is it a prime
volume, because it has a nucleus. It is the prime nucleated system. The eight
tetrahedra and the six half-octahedral into which the vector equilibrium may be vector
ally subdivided are the volumes that are relevantly involved.
440.00 Vector Equilibrium as Zero Model
440.01 Equilibrium between positive and negative is zero. The vector equilibrium is
the true zero reference of the energetic mathematics. Zero pul- sation in the vector
equilibrium is the nearest approach we will ever know to eternity and god: the
zerophase of conceptual integrity inherent in the positive and negative asymmetries
that propagate the differentials of consciousness.
440.02 The vector equilibrium is of the greatest importance to all of us because all the
nuclear tendencies to implosion and explosion are reversible and are always in exact

balance. The radials and the circumferential are in balance. But the important thing is
that the radials, which would tend to explode since they are outwardly pushing, are
always frustrated by the tensile finiteness of the circumferential vectors, which close
together in an orderly manner to cohere the disorderly a sundering. When the radial
vectors are tensely contractive and separately implosive, they are always prevented
from doing so by the finitely closing pushers or compressors of the circumferential set
of vectors. The integrity of Universe is implicit in the external finiteness of the
circumferential set and its surface-layer, close-packing, radius-contracting proclivity
which always encloses the otherwise divisive internal radial set of omnidirectional
vectors.
440.03 All the internal, or nuclear, affairs of the atom occur internally to the vector
equilibrium. All the external, or chemical, compoundings or as so- citations occur
externally to the vector equilibrium. All the phenomena exter- nal to-and more
complex than-the five-frequency vector equilibria relate to chemical compounds.
Anything internal to-or less complex than-the five- frequency vector equilibrium
relates principally to single atoms. Single atoms maintain Omni symmetries; whereas
chemical compounds may associate as polarized and asymmetrical chain systems.
440.04 The vector equilibrium is the anywhere, any when, eternally re- generative,
event inception and evolutionary accommodation and will never be seen by man in
any physical experience. Yet it is the frame of evolvement. It is not in rotation. It is
size less and timeless. We have its math- emetics, which deals discretely with the
chordal lengths. The radial vectors and circumferential vectors are the same size.
440.05 The vector equilibrium is a condition in which nature never allows herself to
tarry. The vector equilibrium itself is never found exactly symmetri- cal in natures
crystallography. Ever pulsive and impulsive, nature never pauses her cycling at
equilibrium: she refuses to get caught irrecoverably at the zero phase of energy. She
always closes her transformative cycles at the maximum positive or negative
asymmetry stages. See the delicate crystal asymmetry in nature. We have vector
equilibriums mildly distorted to asym- metry limits as nature pulsates positively and
negatively in respect to equilib- rium. Everything that we know as reality has to be
either a positive or a nega- tive aspect of the omnipulsative physical Universe.
Therefore, there will always be positive and negative sets that are ever

interchangeably intertrans- formative with uniquely differentiable characteristics.

440.06 The vector equilibrium is at once the concentric push-pull in- terchange,
vectorial phase or zone, of neutral resonance which occurs be- tween outwardly
pushing wave propagation and inwardly pulling gravitational coherence.
440.07 All the fundamental forms of the crystals are involved in the vec- tor
equilibrium. It is a starting-point-not anything in its own right-if it is a vector
equilibrium.
440.08 As the circumferentially united and finite great-circle chord vec- tors of the
vector equilibrium cohere the radial vectors, so also does the meta- physical cohere the
physical.
441.00 Vector Equilibrium as Zero Tetrahedron
441.01 Emptiness at the Center: All four planes of all eight tetrahe- dra, i.e., 32 planes
in all, are congruent in the four visible planes passing through their common vector
equilibrium center. Yet you see only four planes. Both the positive and the negative
phase of the tetrahedra are in congruence in the center. They are able to do this
because they are synchro- nously discontinuous. Their common center provides the
locale of an abso- lutely empty event.
441.02 Vector equilibrium accommodates all the intertransformings of any one
tetrahedron by polar pumping, or turning itself inside out. Each vec- tor equilibrium
has four directions in which it could turn inside out. It uses all four of them through
the vector equilibrium's common center and generates eight tetrahedra. The vector
equilibrium is a tetrahedron exploding itself, turn- ing itself inside out in four possible
directions. So we get eight: inside and outside in four directions. The vector
equilibrium is all eight of the potentials.
443.00 Vector Equilibrium as Equanimity Model
443.01 In order to reduce the concept of vector equilibrium to a single- name identity,
we employ the word equanimity as identifying the eternal metaphysical conceptuality
model that eternally tolerates and accommodates all the physically regenerative

intertransformings transactions of eternal, inex- orable, and irreversible evolution's

complex complementations, which are unitarily unthinkable, though finite.
443.02 The equanimity model permits metaphysically conceptual think- ability and
permits man to employ the package-word Universe. Equanimity, the epistemological
model, is the omni-intertransformative, angle- and frequency-modulatable,
differential accommodator and identifies the direction toward the absolute,
completely exquisite limit of zero-error, zero-time omnicomprehension toward which our oscillatory, pulsating reduction of tol- erated
cerebrally reflexed aberrations trends.
443.03 Humanitys physical brains inherent subjective-to-objective time lag reflexing
induces the relatively aberrated observation and asymmetrical ar- ticulation tolerated
by ever more inclusively and incisively demanding mind's consciousness of the
absolute exactitude of the eternally referential centrality at zero of the equanimity
model. Thus mind induces human consciousness of evolutionary participation to seek
cosmic zero. Cosmic zero is conceptually but sizelessly complex, though full-sizerange accommodating.
443.04 In the equanimity model, the physical and the metaphysical share the same
design. The whole of physical Universe experience is a consequence of our not seeing
instantly, which introduces time. As a result of the gamut of relative recall time-lags,
the physical is always the imperfect experience, but tantalizingly always ratio-equated
with the innate eternal sense of perfection.
451.00 Vector Equilibrium: Axes of Symmetry and Points of Tangency in Closest
Packing of Spheres
451.01 It is a characteristic of all the 25 great circles that each one of them goes through
two or more of the vector equilibriums 12 vertexes. Four of the great circles go
through six vertexes; three of them go through four ver- texes; and 18 of them go
through two vertexes.
451.02 We find that all the sets of the great circles that can be generated by all the axes
of symmetry of the vector equilibrium go through the 12 ver- texes, which

coincidentally constitute the only points of tangency of closest- packed, uniformradius spheres. In omnidirectional closest packing, we always have 12 balls around
one. The volumetric centers of the 12 uniform- radius balls closest packed around one
nuclear ball are congruent with the 12
452.03 Great Circles of Vector Equilibrium 169 vertexes of the vector equilibrium of
twice the radius of the closest-packed spheres.
451.03 The network of vectorial lines most economically interconnecting the
volumetric centers of 12 spheres closest packed around one nuclear sphere of the same
radius describes not only the 24 external chords and 12 radii of the vector equilibrium
but further outward extensions of the system by closest packing of additional
uniform-radius spheres omnisurrounding the 12 spheres already closest packed
around one sphere and most economically intercon- necting each sphere with its 12
closest-packed tangential neighbors, altogether providing an isotropic vector matrix,
i.e., an omnidirectional complex of vec- torial lines all of the same length and all
interconnected at identically angled convergences. Such an isotropic vector matrix is
comprised internally entirely of triangular-faced, congruent, equiedged, equiangled
octahedral and telra- hedra. This isotropic matrix constitutes the omnidirectional grid.
451.04 The basic gridding employed by nature is the most economical agglomeration
of the atoms of any one element. We find nature time and again using this closest
packing for most economical energy coordinations.
452.00 Vector Equilibrium: Great-Circle Railroad Tracks of Energy
452.01 The 12 points of tangency of unit-radius spheres in closest pack- ing, such as is
employed by any given chemical element, are important be- cause energies traveling
over the surface of spheres must follow the most eco- nomical spherical surface routes,
which are inherently great circle routes, and in order to travel over a series of spheres,
they could pass from one sphere to another only at the 12 points of tangency of any
one sphere with its closest- packed neighboring uniform-radius sphere.
452.02 The vector equilibriums 25 great circles, all of which pass through the 12
vertexes, represent the only most economical lines of en- ergy travel from one
sphere to another. The 25 great circles constitute all the possible most economical

railroad tracks of energy travel from one atom to another of the same chemical
elements. Energy can and does travel from sphere to sphere of closest-packed sphere
agglomerations only by following the 25 surface great circles of the vector
equilibrium, always accomplishing the most economical travel distances through the
only 12 points of closest- packed tangency.

Fig. 450.11 A Axes of Rotation of Vector Equilibrium:

A. Rotation of vector equilibrium on axes through centers of opposite triangular faces
defines four equatorial great-circle planes.
B. Rotation of the vector equilibrium on axes through centers of opposite square laces
defines three equatorial great-circle planes.
C. Rotation of vector equilibrium on axes through opposite vertexes defines six equal-

torial great-circle planes.

D. Rotation of the vector equilibrium defining twelve equatorial great-circle planes,
each of which passes through two opposite vertexes and two midpoints of the edges
of two opposite triangular faces. The axes of rotation pass through opposite square
faces.

***

Fig. 450.11B Projection of 25 Great-Circle Planes in Vector Equilibrium System: The

complete vector equilibrium system of 25 great-circle planes, shown as both a plane
faced-figure and as the complete sphere (3 + 4 + 6 + 12 = 25). The heavy lines show the
edges, of the original 14-faced vector equilibrium.

Fig. 457.30A Axes of Rotation of Icosahedron:

A. The rotation of the icosahedron on axes through midpoints of opposite edges
define 15 great-circle planes. B. The rotation of the icosahedron on axes through
opposite vertexes define six equatorial great-circle planes, none of which pass through
any vertexes. C. The rotation of the icosahedron on axes through the centers of
opposite faces define ten equatorial great-circle planes, which do not pass through any
vertexes.

Fig. 457.30A Projection of 31 Great-Circle Planes in Icosahedron System; The complete icosahedron system of 31 great-circle planes shown with the planar icosahedron
as well as true circles on a sphere (6 + 10 + 15 = 31). The heavy lines show the edges of
the original 20-faced icosahedron.

Fig. 457.40 Definition of Spherical Polyhedral in 31 -Great-Circle Icosahedron System:

The 31 great circles of the spherical icosahedron provide spherical edges for three
other polyhedral in addition to the icosahedron itself, whose edges are shown as
heavy lines. The shading indicates a typical face, as follows:
A. The rhombic triacontrahedron with 30 spherical rhombic faces, each consisting of
four basic, least-common-denominalor triangle.
B. The octahedron with 15 basic, least-conimon-denominalor spherical triangles. C.
The pentagonal dodecahedron with ten basic. least-common-denominator spherical
triangles.
458.04 Great Circles of Icosahedron 187

457.43 The spherical pentagonal dodecahedron is composed of 12 spheri- cal

pentagons.
458.00 Icosahedron: Great Circle Railroad Tracks of Energy
458.01 Whereas each of the 25 great circles of the vector equilibrium and the
icosahedron goes through the 12 vertexes at least twice; and whereas the 12 vertexes
are the only points of interagency of symmetric, unit-radius spheres, one with the
other, in closest packing of spheres; and inasmuch as we find that energy charges
always follow the convex surfaces of systems; and inasmuch as the great circles
represent the most economical, the shortest distance between points on spheres; and
inasmuch as we find that energy always takes the most economical route; therefore, it
is perfectly clear that energy charges passing through an aggregate of closest-packed
spheres, from one to another, could and would employ only the 25 great circles as the
great- circle railroad tracks between the points of tangency of the spheres, ergo, between points in Universe. We can say, then, that the 25 great circles of the vector
equilibrium represent all the possible railroad tracks of shortest energy travel through
closest-packed spheres or atoms.
458.02 When the nucleus of the vector equilibrium is collapsed, or con- tracted,
permitting the 12 vertexes to take the icosahedral conformation, the 12 points of
contact of the system go out of register so that the 12 vertexes that accommodate the
25 great circles of the icosahedron no longer constitute the shortest routes of travel of
the energy.
458.03 The icosahedron could not occur with a nucleus. The icosahedron, in fact, can
only occur as a single shell of 12 vertexes remote from the vector equilibriums multiunlimited-frequency, concentric-layer growth. Though it has the 25 great circles, the
icosahedron no longer represents the travel of energy from any sphere to any tangent
sphere, but it provides the most eco- nomical route between a chain of tangent
icosahedra and a face-bonded icosa- hedral structuring of a giant octahedrons three
great circles, as well as for energies locked up on its surface to continue to make orbits
of their own in local travel around that single sphere's surface.
458.04 This unique behavior may relate to the fact that the volume of the icosuhedron

in respect to the vector equilibrium with the rational value of 20 is 18.51 and to the fact
that the mass of the electron is approximately one over 18.51 in respect to the mass of
the neutron. The icosahedron's shunting of energy into local spherical orbiting,
disconnecting it from the closest-packed railroad tracks of energy travel from sphere
to sphere, tends to identify the icosahedron very uniquely with the electron's unique
behavior in respect to nuclei as operating in remote orbit shells
460.00 Jitterbug: Symmetrical Contraction of Vector Equilibrium
460.01 Definition
460.011 The jitterbug is the finitely closed, external vector structuring of a vectorequilibrium model constructed with 24 struts, each representing the push-pull, actionand-reaction, local compression vectors, all of them cohered tension ally to one
anothers ends by flexible joints that carry only ten- sion across themselves, so that the
whole system of only-locally-effective compression vectors is comprehensively
cohered by Omni embracing continu- ous four closed hexagonal cycles tension.
460.02 When the vector-equilibrium jitterbug assembly of eight trian- gles and six
squares is opened, it may be hand-held in the Omni symmetry con- formation of the
vector equilibrium idealized nothingness of absolute mid- dleness. If one of the
vector equilibrium's triangles is held by both hands in the following manner-with that
triangle horizontal and parallel to and above a tabletop; with one of its apexes pointed
away from the holder and the bal- ance of the jitterbug system dangling
symmetrically; with the opposite and lowest triangle, opposite to the one held, just
parallel to and contacting the tabletop, with one of its apexes pointed toward the
individual who is hand- holding the jitterbug-and then the top triangle is deliberately
lowered toward the triangle resting on the table without allowing either the triangle
on the table or the triangle in the operator's hands to rotate (keeping hands clear of the
rest of the system), the whole vector equilibrium array will be seen to be both rotating
equatorially, parallel to the table but not rotating its polar-axis triangles, the top one of
which the operating individual is hand-lowering, while carefully avoiding any
horizontal rotation of, the top triangle in respect to which its opposite triangle, resting
frictionally on the table, is also neither rotating horizontally nor moving in any
direction at all.

460.03 While the equatorial rotating results from the top triangles rota- tionless
lowering, it will also be seen that the whole vector-equilibrium array is contracting
symmetrically, that is, all of its 12 symmetrically radiated ver- texes move
synchronously and symmetrically toward the common volumetric- center of the
spherically chorded vector equilibrium. As it contracts compre- hensively and always
symmetrically, it goes through a series of geometrical- transformation stages. It
becomes first an icosahedron and then an octahedron with all of its vertexes
approaching one another symmetrically and without twisting its axis.
460.04 At the octahedron stage of omnisymmetrical contraction, all the vectors (strut
edges) are doubled together in tight parallel, with the vector equilibrium's 24 struts
now producing two 12-strut-edged octahedra congruent with one another. If the top
triangle of the composite octahedron (which is the triangle hand-held from the start,
which had never been rotated, but only lowered with each of its three vertexes
approaching exactly perpendicularly toward the table) is now rotated 60 degrees and
lowered further, the whole structural system will transform swiftly into a tetrahedron
with its original 24 edges now quadrupled together in the six-edge pattern of the
tetrahedron, with four tetrahedra now congruent with one another. Organic chemists
would describe it as a quadrivalent tetrahedral structure.
460.05 Finally, the model of the tetrahedron turns itself inside out and os- cillates
between inside and outside phases. It does this as three of its four tris- angular faces
hinge open around its base triangle like a flower bud's petals opening and hinging
beyond the horizontal plane closing the tetrahedron bud below the base triangle.
460.06 As the tetrahedron is opened again to the horizontal four-triangle condition, the
central top triangle may again be lifted, and the whole contrac- tive sequence of events
from vector equilibrium to tetrahedron is reversed; the system expands after attaining
the octahedral stage. When lifting of the top- held, nonhorizontally rotated triangle
has resulted in the whole system ex- panding to the vector equilibrium, the equatorial
rotational momentum will be seen to carry the rotation beyond dead-center, and the
system starts to contract itself again. If the operating individual accommodates this
momentum trend and again lowers the top triangle without rotating it horizontally,
the rotation will reverse its original direction and the system will contract through its
previous stages but with a new mix of doubled-up struts. As the lowering and raising

of the top triangle is continuously in synchronization with the rotating- contractingexpanding, the rotation changes at the vector equilibrium's zero-this occasions the
name jitterbug. The vector equilibrium has four axial pairs of its eight triangular
faces, and at each pair, there are different mixes of the same struts.
460.07 The jitterbug employs only the external vectors of the vector equi- librium and
not its 12 internal radii. They were removed as a consequence of observing the
structural stability of 12 spheres closest packed around a nuclear sphere. When the
nuclear sphere is removed or mildly contracted, the 12 balls rearrange themselves
(always retaining their symmetry) in the form of the icosahedron. Removal of the
radial vectors permitted contraction of the model-and its own omnisymmetrical
pulsation when the lowering and raising patterns are swiftly repeated. It will be seen
that the squares accommodate the jitterbug contractions by transforming first into two
equiangular triangles and then disappearing altogether. The triangles do not change
through the transformation in size or angularity. The original eight triangles of the
vector equilibrium are those of the octahedron stage, and they double together to form
the four faces of the tetrahedron.
460.08 In the jitterbug, we have a size less, nuclear, omnidirectional pulsing model.
The vector-equilibrium jitterbug is a conceptual system in- dependent of size, ergo
cosmically generalizable. (See Sees. 515.10 and 515.11.)
461.00 Recapitulation: Polyhedral Progression in Jitterbug
461.01 If the vector equilibrium is constructed with circumferential vec- tors only and
joined with flexible connectors, it will contract symmetrically, due to the instability of
the square faces. This contraction is identical to the contraction of the concentric
sphere packing when the nuclear sphere is re- moved. The squares behave as any four
balls will do in a plane. They would like to rest and become a diamond, to get into
two triangles. They took up more room as a square, and closer packing calls for a
diamond. The 12 ver- texes of the vector equilibrium simply rotate and compact a
little. The center ball was keeping them from closer packing, so there is a little more
compac- tibility when the center ball goes out.
461.02 Icosahedron: The icosahedron occurs when the square faces are no longer

squares but have become diamonds. The diagonal of the square is considerably
longer than its edges. But as we rotate the ridge pole, the dia- monds become the
same length as the edge of the square (or, the same length as the edge of the
tetrahedron or the edge of the octahedron). It becomes the octahedron when all 30
edges are the same length. There are no more squares. We have a condition of
omnitriangulation.
461.03 We discover that an icosahedron is the first degree of contraction of the vector
equilibrium. We never catch the vector equilibrium in its true existence in reality: it is
always going one way or the other. When we go to the icosahedron, we get to great
realities. In the icosahedron, we get to a very prominent fiveness: around every vertex
you can always count five.
461.04 The icosahedron contracts to a radius less than the radii of the vector
equilibrium from which it derived. There is a sphere that is tangent to the other 12
spheres at the center of an icosahedron, but that sphere is in- herently smaller. Its
radius is less than the spheres in tangency which generate the 12 vertexes of the vector
equilibrium or icosahedron. Since it is no longer
Fig. 460.08 Symmetrical Contraction of Vector Equilibrium: Jitterbug System: If the
vector equilibrium is constructed with circumferential vectors only and joined with
flexible connectors, it will contract symmetrically due to the instability of the square
faces. This contraction is identical to the contraction of the concentric sphere packing
when its nuclear sphere is removed. This system of transformation has been referred
to as the jitterbug. Various phases are shown in both left- and right-hand
contraction:
A. Vector equilibrium phase: the beginning of the transformation.
B. Icosahedron phase: When the short diagonal dimension of the quadrilateral face is
equal to the vector equilibrium edge length. 20 equilateral triangular faces are formed.
C. Further contraction toward the octahedron phase. D. Octahedron phase: Note the
doubling of the edges.
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194 System 461.04

the same-size sphere, it is not in the same frequency or in the same energetic
dimensioning. The two structures are so intimate, but they do not have the same
amount of energy. For instance, in relation to the tetrahedron as unity, the volume of
the icosahedron is 18.51 in respect to the vector equilibrium's volume of 20. The ratio
is tantalizing because the mass of the electron in re- spect to the mass of the neutron is
one over 18.51. That there should be such an important kind of seemingly irrational
number provides a strong contrast to all the other rational data of the tetrahedron as
unity, the octahedron as four, the vector equilibrium as 20, and the rhombic
dodecahedron as six: beautiful whole rational numbers.
461.05 The icosahedron goes out of rational tunability due to its radius being too little
to permit it having the same-size nuclear sphere, therefore putting it in a different
frequency system. So when we get into atoms, we are dealing in each atom having its
unique frequencies.
461.06 In the symmetrical jitterbug contraction, the top triangle does not rotate. Its
vertex always points toward the mid-edge of the opposite triangle directly below it.
As the sequence progresses, the top triangle approaches the lower as a result of the
system's contraction. The equator of the system twists and transforms, while the
opposite triangles always approach each other rota- tionlessly. They are the polar
group.
461.07 Octahedron: When the jitterbug progresses to the point where the vector edges
have doubled up, we arrive at the octahedron. At this stage, the top triangle can be
pumped up and down with the equatorial vectors being rotated first one way and
then the other. There is a momentum of spin that throws a twist into the systempositive and negative. The right-hand octahe- dron and the left-hand octahedron are
not the same: if we were to color the vectors to identify them, you would see that there
are really two different octahedra.
461.08 Tetrahedron: As the top triangle still plunges toward the op- posite triangle, the
two comers, by inertia, simply fold up. It has become the tetrahedron. In the
octahedron stage, the vectors were doubled up, but now they have all become

fourfold, or quadrivalent. The eight tetrahedra of the original vector equilibrium are
now all composited as one. They could not es- cape from each other. We started off
with one energy action in the system, but we have gone from a volume of 20 to a
volume of one. * The finite clo* In vectorial geometry, you have to watch for the times when things double up. The
vectors represent a mass and a velocity. Sometimes they double up so they represent
twice the value-or four times the value-when they become congruent.
Fig. 461.08 Jitterbug System Collapses into Tetrahedron: Polarization: The jitterbug system, after reaching the octahedron phase, may be collapsed and folded into
the regular tetrahedron. Note that because the vector equilibrium has 24 edges the
tetrahedra have accumulated four edges at each of their six normal edges. The jitterbug can also be folded into a larger but incomplete tetrahedron. Note that in this case
the two sets of double edges which suggest polarization.

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However, and unfortunately some 17 years ago I too was nave, and had an unrealistic,
overzealous plan to single out what I thought could enhance the quality of life. Yet, I
failed to account for the real power. Possessed by the Universe, Mother Nature, and
of course the route of all evil; possessed with the power of Money. And lets not forget
the rudimentary beliefs that certain men will always be destine to bring to the table.
Although as primitive, yet realistic as they ever are. These beliefs non-other than
ancient old religious beliefs.
Be it Catholic or Protestant, Sunni or Shia Muslims for the purpose of this comparison,
Ill highlight the differences as I see it between each. Whereas, the beliefs and teachings
of the Roman Catholic Church and most other Protestant denominations:
Authority Within the Church - Catholics believe the authority of the church lies within
the hierarchy of the church; Protestants believe the authority of the church lies within
the believer.

Baptism - Catholics (as well as Lutherans, Episcopalians/Anglicans and some other

Protestants) believe that Baptism is a sacrament that regenerates and justifies. And is
usually done in infancy. Most Protestants believe Baptism is an outward testimony of
a prior inward regeneration, usually done after a person confesses Jesus as Savior and
obtains an understanding of the significance of Baptism.
The Bible - Catholics believe that truth is found in the Bible, as interpreted by the
church, but also found in church tradition.
Protestants believe that truth is found in Scripture, as interpreted by the individual, and
that the original writings of the authors of the Bible are without error.
Books of the Bible - The Catholic Church includes the same 66 books of the bible as do
Protestants. As well as the books of the Apocrypha. Protestants accept only the 66
books of the Old and New Testament.
Clergy Selection - The Roman Catholic Church appoints all male, and almost all
unmarried clergy. Protestants elect mostly male, single or married clergy.
Forgiveness of Sin - Catholics believe forgiveness of sin is achieved through church
ritual, with the assistance of a priest in confession. Protestants believe forgiveness of sin
is received through repentance and confession to God directly without any human
intercessor.
Hell - The New Advent Catholic Encyclopedia defines hell in the strict sense. As the
place of punishment for the damned including limbo of infants, limbo of the Fathers,
and purgatory. Similarly, Protestants believe hell is a real physical place of punishment
which lasts for all eternity, but reject the concepts of limbo and purgatory.
Immaculate Conception of Mary - Roman Catholics are required to believe that when
Mary herself was conceived, she was without original sin. Protestants deny this claim.
Infallibility of the Pope - This is a required belief of the Catholic Church in matters of
religious doctrine. Protestants deny this belief as well.
The Lord's Supper (Eucharist /Communion) - Catholics believe this sacrifice is Christ's
body and blood physically present and consumed by believers (transubstantiation).

Most Protestants believe this observance is a meal in memory of Christ's sacrificed body
and blood, and it symbolizes only His life now present in the believer. They reject the
concept of transubstantiation.
Marys Status- Catholics believe the Virgin Mary is below Jesus, but above that of the
saints. Protestants believe Mary, though blessed, is just like all other believers.
Prayer - Catholics believe in praying to God, while also calling on Mary and other saints
to intercede on their behalf. Protestants believe prayer is addressed to God, and that
Jesus Christ is the only intercessor or mediator to call upon in prayer.
In contrast, both Sunni and Shia Muslims share the most fundamental Islamic beliefs
and articles of faith. The differences between these two main sub-groups within Islam
initially stemmed not from spiritual differences, but political ones. Over the centuries,
however, these political differences have spawned a number of varying practices and
positions which have come to carry a spiritual significance.
Whereby, the clashes between Islam's two big sects, the Sunni and the Shia, take place
across the Muslim world. In the Middle East a potent mix of religion and politics has
sharpened the divide between Irans Shia government and the Gulf states, which have
Sunni governments. A report by the Pew Research Centre, a think tank, found 40% of
Sunnis do not consider Shia to be proper Muslims. So what exactly divides Sunni and
Shia Islam and how deep does the rift go?
They suggest the argument dates back to the death in 632 of Islams founder, the
Prophet Muhammad. Tribal Arabs who followed him were split over who should
inherit what was both a political and a religious office. The majority, who would go on
to become known as the Sunnis, and today make up 80% of Muslims, backed Abu Bakr,
a friend of the Prophet and the father of his wife Aisha. Others thought Muhammads
kin the rightful successors. They claimed the Prophet had anointed Ali, his cousin and
son-in-lawthey became known as the Shia, a contraction of shiaat Ali, the partisans
of Ali. Abu Bakrs backers won out, though Ali did briefly rule as the fourth caliph, the
title given to Muhammads successors. Islam's split was cemented when Alis son
Hussein was killed in 680 in Karbala (modern Iraq) by the ruling Sunni caliphs troops.
Sunni rulers continued to monopolize political power, while the Shia lived in the
shadow of the state, looking instead to their imams, the first twelve of whom were

descended directly from Ali, for guidance. As time went on the religious beliefs of the
two groups started to diverge.
Today the worlds 1.6 billion Muslims all will agree that Allah is the only God and
Muhammad his messenger. They follow five ritualistic pillars of Islam, including
Ramadan, the month of fasting, and share a holy book, the Koran (Quran). But while
Sunnis rely heavily on the practice of the Prophet and his teachings (the Sunna), the
Shia sees their ayatollahs as reflections of God on earth. This has led Sunnis to accuse
Shia of heresy, while Shia point out that Sunni dogmatism has led to extremist sects
such as the puritanical Wahhabis. Most Shia sects place importance in the belief that
the twelfth and final imam is hidden (called in occultation) and will reappear one
day to fulfill divine will. Meanwhile, their sense of marginalization and oppression has
led to mourning ceremonies such as ashura, when followers flagellate themselves to
commemorate Husseins death at Karbala.
There has never been a clash between the Shia and Sunni on the scale of the Thirty
Years War, which saw Christian sects fight each other in 17th-century Europe with great
loss of life. This is partly because the Shias, ever mindful of their minority status,
retreated. The lines that divide Muslims in the Middle East today are being drawn from
politics as much as by religion. The Shia Crescent that runs from Iran, through a Mr
Assads regime in Damascus to Hizbullah in Lebanon was once praised by Sunni
figures. But the revolutions in the region have pitted Shia governments against Sunni
Gulf states such as Saudi Arabia and Qatar, who have supported their co-religionists
with cash. This is strengthening Sunni assertiveness and making the Shia feel more
threatened than usual. In most cases, though, members of the two sects still live
harmoniously together per se.
Unfortunately, until we as a people understand that religion and spirituality have a far
greater purpose and politics has no place in the middle, yet always seem to be. Well be
unable to fully thrive. Thus complicating the true meaning of spirituality, or the flow of
Mother Natures energy as a planet and how it could work for us. Instead, we continue
to use the world resources against one another, for political purposes, while letting
Nations and their religion infected thru governing their existence. Ill take one further
step and go outside the box and suggest that the true concept of religion has been
skewed by mans interpretation throughout the years and is why certain religions are
hindering the world and their faith altogether.

ISIS is being just an example, (also known as Daesh, ISIL or simply Islamic State) is a
Jihadist militant group in Iraq and Syria influenced by the Wahhabi movement. It aims
to establish a caliphate, or Islamic state in Sunni majority regions of Iraq and Syria. In
June 2014, they seized control of Mosul, Fallujah and Tikrit in Northern-Iraq in large
scale military offensives and in my opinion tarnishes the belief in Islam.
Whereby, the belief in Islam means;
1. Belief in One God, Allah in Arabic.
2. Belief in all of God's messengers. Belief in Prophet
3. Muhammad (peace be on him) as His last messenger.
4. Belief in all the books sent down to His prophets. These books
5.

include Torah, Zabur, Injeel (Gospel) and Quran. The Holy Quran is
6. the only divine book in extant today in the original revealed form.
7. Belief in the existence of angels.
8.

Belief in the Day of Judgment, Life after Death, Heaven and Hell
9. Belief in the Divine Decree or Predestination, its good and its bad.

It is a known fact that every language has one or more terms that are used in reference
to God and sometimes to lesser deities. This is not the case with Allah. Allah is the
personal name of the One True God. Nothing else can be called Allah. The term has no
plural or gender. This shows its uniqueness when compared with the word god which
can be made plural, gods, or feminine, goddess. It is interesting to notice that Allah is
the personal name of God in Aramaic, the language of Jesus and a sister language of
Arabic. The One True God is a reflection of the unique concept that Islam associates
with God. To a Muslim, Allah is the Almighty, Creator and Sustainer of the universe,
who is similar to nothing and nothing is comparable to Him. The Prophet Muhammad
was asked by his contemporaries about Allah; the answer came directly from God
Himself in the form of a short chapter of the Quran, which is considered the essence of
the unity or the motto of monotheism.

Chapter 112 which reads:

In the name of God, the Merciful, the Compassionate. Say (O Muhammad) He is God
the One God, the Everlasting Refuge, who has not begotten, nor has been begotten, and
equal to Him is not anyone.

Whereby, Ill suggest that the younger generation is our only hope to rectify the
ways of their elders or run the risk. That will continue to jeopardize our ability to
fully thrive as a cultured nation and contribute to a thriving planet.
I would respectfully suggest, that the Bible and Koran (Quran) and all other religious
writings be read thoroughly. Viewed as equal in value where historys time lines
suggest, and placed on a shelf side by side and left as that. Not to be fixated on, or
frantically forced to say one is better than the other, or mine is right, where yours is
wrong. Since my god, as I understand Him - is a spiritual entity that doesnt want
me to say a prayer for my fellow man then ask for $10 bucks. Nor does He want me
to strap on a vest full of dynamite to sacrifice my life and jeopardize the wellbeing of
others for the sake of any cause. Whereby, Im sure my god wants me to treat my
fellow brother and sister with the same decency and respect; full of love, kindness,
sharing, empathy and mentoring. With the understanding that a mans true
character is tested when youre up against it.
Yet, I am just one man whos entitled to his own beliefs, just as others are entitled to
theirs. Where in this vast pool of 6 billion, give or take a few million that make up our
diverse planet of souls. Where knowingly I swim alone and in a direction all my own,
where Im sure others dont. However, if in the sole of humanity, where others have
the free will to choose, in which their choice. Just happens to be a similar vision of a
planet that I want to help understand. Then just maybe, one soul at a time we as a
people can put the ideological misconceptions of years of skewed religious
interpretations behind us and truly thrive as individuals, families, communitys cities,

states, provinces, nations, countries, continents, and finally as the world where we all
agree that religion although wonderful in right. It is personal, and should remain just
that. And the Universe; along with Mother Natures beauty and awesome power can
be harnessed in the form of affordable energy. Utilizing modern day technologies
funded by the Money Mongrels of course. To seek alternatives that will allow our
governments and nations the ability to feed its people, eliminate the homeless in the
form of affordable housing. Power their communities, provide the necessary education,
health care, and opportunities expected from the nations elected representatives. That
will present themselves in abundances if we can all just learn to get along with one
another. Where the common denominator is to Strive to Thrive-while caring for our
planet and each other.
Unfortunately, I highly doubt that my core values or belief principles will warrant
much attention. As society and our political leaders will continue to judge someone
from their past endeavors. Or better yet, theyll continue to fill society with empty
promises behind ulterior motives that far out way the decency of mankind or their
respected nation wellbeing.
As the powers to be will continue to be corrupted by the absolute power possessed.
Further skewed by principles governed by elders and the misconception of religion
preaches. Fielded by geographical regions heavily rely on the natural resources. That
those locations hold and the single triangle in a multiplying pyramid that encompasses
the power of money. Whereby, in my cavalier attempt Id originally accounted for
only 4 power familys; being the Rockefellers, Rothschilds, Kennedys, and
Sinclair. But again, in my haste had not seen the true picture until I broaden my
horizons working abroad. In where the inserted clip encompasses 13 power
familys. Nothing like the "Bakers' Dozen" I'd been a part of. Just 13 insatiably greedy
mother fucken families this world's ever seen or should I say not readily seen.
Yet I too think there are a couple more that could be added to the list that truly dictate
who the real puppeteers are that pull the strings of their respected governmental
puppets.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RO0S6j2Zsqo&list=PLgjXjIAkwDcPzAI1PZCxUzyNoVXhR9sez&index=9

The Pyramid of Power and Money: The image below is a more detailed one that I
originally laid out. But over the years, has been enhanced for the global Power
Pyramid of Players.

See also: Cone (geometry) Volume The volume of a pyramid (also any cone) is a
\script style {V=} \tfrac {1} {3} \script style {bh} where b is the area of the base and h
the height from the base to the apex. This works for any polygon, regular or nonregular, and any location of the apex. Provided that his measured as the perpendicular
distance from the plane which contains the base. In 499 AD Aryabhatiya, a
mathematician-astronomer from the classical age of Indian mathematics and Indian
astronomy used this method in the Aryabhatiya (section 2.6). The formula can be
formally proved using calculus:
By similarity, the linear dimensions of a cross section parallel to the base increase
linearly from the apex to the base. The scaling factor (proportionality factor) is a \script
style {1 -} \tfrac{y}{h}, or \script style\tfrac {h - y} {h}. Where h is the height and y is
the perpendicular distance from the plane of the base to the cross-section. Since the
area of any cross section is proportional to the square of the shape's scaling factor. The
area of a cross section at height y is B\tfrac {(h - y) ^2} {h^2}, or since both b and h are

constants \tfrac{b}{h^2} \script style (h - y) ^2. The volume is given by the integral
\frac{b}{h^2} \int_0^h (h-y) ^2 \, dy = \frac{-b} {3h^2} (h-y) ^3 \bigg 0^h = \tfrac
{1}{3}bh.
The same equation, \script style {V=} \tfrac {1} {3} \script style {bh}, also holds for
cones with any base. This can be proven by an argument similar to the one above; see
volume of a cone.
For example, the volume of a pyramid whose base is a n-sided regular polygon with
side lengths and whose height is:
V = \frac{n} {12}h^2 \cot\frac {\pi} {n}.
Surface area
The surface area of a pyramid is a \script style {A= B +} \tfrac{PL} {2} where B is the
base area. P is the base perimeter and L is the slant height \script style {L=} \sqrt t
{\script style {h^2+r^2}} where h is the pyramid altitude and r is the in radius of the
base.
N-dimensional pyramids
A 2-dimensional pyramid is a triangle, formed by a base edge connected to a
noncollinearity point called an apex.
A 4-dimensional pyramid is called a polyhedral pyramid. Constructed by a
polyhedron in a 3-space hyper plane of 4-space with another point off that hyper plane.
Higher dimensional pyramids are constructed similarly.
The family of simplexes represents pyramids in any dimension, increasing from
triangle, tetrahedron, 5-cell, 5-simplex. A n-dimensional simplex has the minimum n+1
vertices, with all pairs of vertices connected by edges. All triples of vertices defining
faces, all quadruples of points defining tetrahedral cells, etc. Bipyramid
Cone (geometry)

Trigonal pyramid (chemistry) Frustum

1.^ Wenninger, Magnus J. (1974), Polyhedron Models, Cambridge University Press, p.
50,
ISBN 978-0-521-09859-5. 2^ Aryabhatiya Marathi: , Mohan Apte, Pune, India,
Rajhans Publications, 2009, p.64, ISBN 978-81-7434-480-9
Weisstein, Eric W., Pyramid from Math World.
Olshevsky, George, Pyramid at Glossary for Hyperspace. The Uniform Polyhedral.
A broad stroke understanding; when interpreting the underlining factors needed to
dissect the transformational pathway used by Vector philosophy - Equilibrium within
the triangulated pyramids components.

See the Light

Study the past, if you would divine the future Confucius

Things seemed to have died down since I found refuge in S.E. Asia. And for those that
arent in the know. Thailand is a country that borders on third world existence, yet has
all the amenities of any big city. Where if you know how to shop and do as the locals.
Then you too could survive on $10 - $15 a day; because in my experience that seems to
be what the normal wage earned for the unskilled. Not to say that there arent well
educated high earning people in Thailand. Im just talking about the average everyday
citizen. Aside from that, what I admire most about Phuket, other than the weather, the
women and 35:1 exchange rate of course. Is the fact that this country has a vast
Christian, Buddhist and Muslim population that coexist in complete harmony. To me,
that is the be-all-end-all and I wish the rest of the world would clue-in and get a grip.
Dont get me wrong, as an Expat I do go back once if not twice a year as Canada is still
home and I bleed the colors of red and white. Although working in the Middle East
where one most exude a tolerance towards their multi-cultural indifference. And while
residing in S.E. Asia for most of each year. I hadnt paid that much attention to what
had been happening on the western hemisphere as Id been, living the dream so to
speak Leading a prosocial existence working in a profession that not only I loved, but
in a field that happened to be in a global demand. Whereby, I could afford the luxury
to travel worldwide, while earning a Rockstar salary due to the shortage of qualified
professionals in the Exploration and Production sector, while drilling for oil in the Arab
C & D reservoirs; or shale gas found in the Khuff formation. Of course this life and the
style lived is heavily dependent on then price of oil. And when oil was at $150 a barrel.
I guy could write his own ticket. Yet, when the bottom fell out of the market and the
commodity dropped to the $20+ range. Became a whole nother story. Although, on the
brighter side the downtime had allowed me the opportunity to finish what they had
started; by completing the once liberated draft manuscript. Where under the
circumstances warranted a writers revision? Since it was technically a draft
manuscript in the first place and back in 1999; I wasnt aware nor was I made privy to
the unconstitutional act, or the behind the scene antics disguised in the original

Licence Agreement dated April 2000.

And since everything happens for a reason, allowed moi to open my eyes that were
held wide shut to the past and figure out what the fuck happened back then.
However, as I studied the past, prior to my revelation of a decade divinely lived.
Between the years of 1999 thru- 2009 and just when I thought I was out, theyd pull me
back in. And on their radar once again when Id picked-up for my sixth impaired while
out on bail for my fifth. And unfortunately, while motoring home in high gear from an
all-nighter. I had in my possession 2oz. of yeyo and in the other pocket around $8,000
in cash. It was a shame though. As Id done really well cloaked in darkness stealth
mode, after my release from prison and ultimate exit from Victoria back in 2002.
Although, back then, and prior to my strategic exodus stage left from the provincial
capital. And as you recall, I would be headed for a preliminary hearing in Calgary in
April 2002. For those 22 charges of fraud that Id picked-up while on BowdensIndividual Work Release Program. Thatd commenced on Monday, June 19th, 2000
and ended with the conspired Parole Hearing held on Monday, November 20th, 2000;
where, unbeknownst to me Id been the acting entity behind the OriginalInstitutional Broadcaster Network TWN1 (the Individual) 1999. And thus the
Original- Legacy
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X265YKti0vY&list=PLgjXjIAkwDcPzAI1PZCxUzyNoVXhR9sez&index=25

Knowingly the preliminary hearing was to be scheduled for an entire week. Where I
am also sure CSIS, and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) Integrated
Intelligence Division were both well aware of my upcoming hearing. As in Canada and
any time one is charged with indictable offenses. Are allowed to have a pre-trial
hearing to see what evidence the Crown had against you. It is just another classic chess
move so to speak, as every indictable offense that goes the distance ends up being
argued at a trail in Canada. Which of course had been fine by me as it would afford me
the opportunity to get a peek at what little evidence the Crown had left. Since my
attorney Mitchell had already through a fuck into the Crowns game plan. When our
motion was granted and the Crown had been court ordered to release all items seized.
When the government attorney had failed to petition the Court to keep possession of

those 98 items that they intended to use on the trail.

By no means, was our intent to challenge the validity of the search at the prelim. Ace
that can only be done on the trail itself. Although we were now one up on am from a
brilliant move disguised the finer art of deciphering law. However, the Crown attorney
was no slouch and had no intentions of rolling over with his legs spread or playing
dead. As he too had a couple of Aces up his sleeve that would make up for their lack
of physical evidence.
When he produced collaboration in the form of the two inmates testimony. That now
denied any knowledge of those credit cards I obtained from them; or their willful
involvement when they both had pocketed cash baffled the mind. Talk about going
from one extreme to another. When at first sight they both boasted being solid. To the
undeniable fact. In front of all to witness, sworn testimony that branded them nothing
more than a Rat piece of shit. Coward mother fucker as Id listen to a well-rehearsed
performance of innocence from them both. I literally smiled while I envisioned either
of them falling back into custody after their recital from the witness stand. Let alone
the damnation to come as God to listen to their lies. Where beforehand a hand had
been placed on a bible that swore otherwise. You already know what unit theyd
demand to be placed in and where theyd spend eternity. Foot that alone may God
have mercy on their now PC-sold soul. Can you believe that? I sure couldnt. But,
then again just a prime example of the cloth theyd been cut from. And when you take
the witness stand in that fashion and proceed to lie out your ass to save your own skin.
Is a perfect example of a couple of guys who maintained that they were man enough to
do the crime, but failed miserably when it was called upon them to stand up like one
and do the time.
The Crowns next witness that took the stand had been a senior bank official from the
Alberta Treasury Branch (ATB). Who, claimed under oath had been with that financial
institution for a quarter of a century. And swore her expertise in testimony and to the
validity of evidence that the Crown was about to submit.
After the normal introduction, the Crown asked, can you please state for the record by
identifying the contents within the sealed cellophane evidence bag. She said, I hold
a certified check, drawn from an account at our branch in which it was made payable

to a local business Simson Maxwell for the sum of $25,000. The Crown the asked,
Is there anything else that stands out or needs mentioning? ATB rep, do you mean,
other than the fact that the Calgary Police had brought it to our attention and that the
document used was a complete fabrication. The Crown then stated, can you be more
specific and elaborate further. ATB rep said, well in my 25 years experience working
for this institution have I had the embarrassing pleasure to be told by police that a
cheques had been uttered at our bank, and for us to please follow up as to its status.
Where, after a detailed search scanning our data bank. Wed found that this cheques
had cleared all levels of our financial institutions internal security, and that the funds
were since paid to Simson Maxwell. However, the cheques itself is a complete forgery.
I mean to say that the encoded account number at the bottom of the cheques is a
legitimate account at our branch, but it does not correspond with the name of the oil
company that the cheques itself represents and that too had proved to be a fallacy The
Crown, is there anything else that youd like to add? ATB rep, again in my time at
the bank, Ive never seen a fabricated document clear all our security and if it werent
for the due diligence of the Calgary Police Service we would have never known. At
that, I had to look over at detective Dave Jennings and in a mock; put my finger down
my thought like I was about to gag. He just smiled and nodded his head.
The Crown asked, so youre saying the cheques is good? ATB rep, its absolutely
perfect for being a complete fake. With that stated, Mitchell looked over his shoulder
at me and I could have sworn Id seen a smile appear. I returned in kind, then glanced
towards Dave, whod caught the non-verbal communication between lawyer and client;
and with that I nodded.
The Crowns next witness was none other than the salesman from Simson Maxwell.
After swearing him in the Crown asked, can you identify the defendant as the one
who presented you with the forged cheques when he picked up the generator? Simson
Maxwell, the guy who did show up was about 5-6 tall and weighed about 150 lbs.
Dressed in coveralls had handed me an envelope where I briefly looked at the certified
stamp, then instructed our warehouseman to load the equipment. With that
comment, I stood up without being asked for the court to see my 6-2 200 lbs. frame.
The salesman looked directly at me and said, thats not him.

Next up was the owner of the hydroponic store, where he too was unable to positively
identify me in person, or from any number of photos that the cops had taken of me
coming and going from his store. Now, either he was smoking the good shit, or one
solid dude. Ill suggest both.
The final witness against me had been a clothing store rep, where the items that the
Crown produced as evidence, were not even the brand that the store sold. With that,
the judge even started to laugh, although did set a trial date a year down the road. In
where the judge thanked me for taking the time to drive out from Victoria.
As I was standing in the courthouse lobby waiting for my lawyer to finish up some
paperwork, out walk the Crown and Dave Jennings. They approached and asked me
what I thought. I personally dont crack to the cops or government attorneys, so I gave
the two the cold shoulder. Yet noticed Dave seemed to have aged in years. With that I
could not help myself so I said, Dave, I remember when you came to see me in the
remand, all gun ho, dressed in your designer suit, with your dark slicked back hair,
looking like you stepped out of GQ magazine. But to see you today, I almost didnt
recognize you. It looks youve aged 20 years and havent slept in a month. Your hair is
graying, and it if I didnt know better, Id sworn youd just had a fight, rolling around
on the floor of life. You look tattered. He followed with you dont have a clue what
it takes or how many hour man hours involved just to follow up after every one of
your plays. I mean for every hour you work; I need at least 10 more just to keep up.
And I somewhat regret Stacy Miller dimming you out 3 years ago where that only
increased my work load. With that I was compelled to add, and Dave if it wasnt for
that Rat, I mean your star witness youd still be chasing a ghost!
On that journey back to British Columbia I knew it would only be a matter of time
before Id attract visitors form below the 49th parallel, if I hadnt already drawn their
attention. I felt that my options were limited and with money getting tight. My folks
were already questioning my moves; Just when I thought I was out; they pulled me
back in. I, too, was back in, and in more ways than one.
Back in Victoria, I stopped at the TD Bank and withdrew what little cash I had at my
immediate disposal. While I was waiting for the teller to return, she appeared with a
second lady in tow. I had no idea what was up. The lady in question introduced

herself as the branch manager, and wanted to meet me personally, as well she had a
few questions that needed to be addressed.
She began by asking my involvement with TAMAS CORP. I told her that it was a
family company and that if she had any question regarding the company that she
should direct her queries to my mother, as she was in fact acting president. I didnt see
the point of telling her that I was in fact majority shareholder and held 99,799 Class A
voting shares out of the 100,000 issued.
With that not noted, the lady, then said the reason she wanted to meet me, was the fact
that all TD Banks in BC had received a fax from a Calgary Detective. Warning them, of
my prior antics and further requested notification on any dealings that I or the
company are in evolved with. She claimed that the letter was quite specific and
derogatory towards my character. I ask if she would provide me or my attorney with a
copy. Unfortunately, she refused, indicating that the fax had been addressed to TD
corporate and thus the property of the bank. I told her that I already knew who she
was referring to as Dave Jennings being a thorn in my side and not to believe
everything she reads.
She smiled, unconvincingly as I left. I thought to myself that cant be right. This act on
Daves part must be morally questionable. How does a cop, who already has the law
on his side continue to get away with this shit? Yet, just further proof that when cops
have it in for you. They too do whatever it takes to accomplish their objectives,
regardless of the tactics and motives used that tends to see them fracture the occasional
law. Ill respectfully suggest that the 15-page report sent by Dave to TD corporate had
been the precursor and in part used in the development of Title 31 CFR 103.110, and
further to my investigation this relative sharing of information between financial
institutions; which that act in and of itself since, has saved financial institutions well
over $100 million over the years for what they learned by sharing personal information
and consequently applied. In essence, using that analogy, would it not be defined as a
penny save is thus a penny earned?
Appendix B to 31 CFR Part 103: The requirement for a financial
institution to provide Fin CEN with the certification currently found in
Appendix B to 31 CFR Part 103 (Certification for Purposes of Section 314 (b) of
the USA PATRIOT Act and 31 CFR 103.110) prior to sharing information

between financial institutions under 31 CFR 103.110 (new 31 CFR 1010.540) was
replaced in September 2002 with a requirement to provide notice to Fin CEN
prior to such information sharing.
I had only recently uncovered that suggested fact. However back then my spider
senses were all over the place. And at that point I made the decision to go
dark. Absconded again, virtually walked away from it all as that strategy had served
me well in the past. Within a day I was back in Calgary, yet needed to leave there
shortly thereafter when my parents underwent a rude awakening at 2 am one
morning. When their front door of their home had been unhinged from the Langley
RCMP forceful entry. Only to be interrogated beyond end for a kilo of blow that had
been found nested within the spare tire of our corporate Jeep. While in an attempt to
pass through a routine roadside stop on the TransCanada Hwy. I wasnt in the vehicle
at the time. Although witnesses the apprehension from a rearview mirror in a vehicle
just ahead when the two occupants driving my jeep were stopped. The two were taken
into custody, and the jeep of course had been impounded in Golden and held at Cams
Towing. A few days after I received a call from both my parents and needless to say an
RCMP officer Doyle. Who had demanded I come in and give my statement. I asked
him how long could he hold his breath while waiting for me to comply. On the 3rd call I
received from the RCMP. Doyle had implied that the Crown was applying to have the
jeep confiscated under the new Proceeds of Crime Money Laundering Act 2002.
(Hindsight being 20 /20 and all, how ironic is this. I was about to lose my jeep from an
established law thatd been derived in part from my original draft manuscript, liberated
by them 2 years earlier. The assertion is for the record and is undisputed.)
Another incident my mother wont soon forget.
Even though I was still nave to the established law and its surmised foundation after
the fact. I couldnt allow myself to go out like that. So I waited until July 1st. - Canada
Day and paid Cams Towing a visit. I figured since July 1st is Canadas Independence
Day. I too was needing some liberation. When knowingly it is a premier holiday and
for most full time staff would have the day off. Where I prayed that to be the case at
Cams Towing where I would encounter another nave person filling in. Sure enough,
when I approached the counter and stated, Good morning, Im here about pick-up my
jeep. The young lady tending immediately requested that I return the following day

as today was a holiday. I mentioned that I too knew it was a holiday, and since I
worked the following day. July 1st would be the only day I could pick -up my vehicle.
She seemed to buy that story and began rummaging through the papers on the desk,
she occupied, as she asked what my plate number was? I told her I couldnt remember,
but pointed to my keys that were pinned to a wooden post.
I sensed that because my keys were held separate along with my observation that my
jeep, positioned in their yard had no longer possessed a license plate on the it. That the
wheels of justice have been already in motion.
I immediately took her mind off all her questions posed regarding the criminal codes
she was reciting from the impound ticket and asked her to calculate how many days
would I be charged for stowing the jeep. Her mindset changed instantly and she
commenced to totaling the days off her calendar. Plus, she mentioned aloud; I think
more to convince herself than anyone else who was in charge that the jeep had been
towed twice and with that a further amount would apply. I knew I had her then.
Where after paying $468.00. I left Cam Towing with an ear to hear smile not easily
replaced and drove back to Calgary without a licence plate attached to my corporate,
artic white Grand Cherokee.
The next morning, I received a call from one pissed-off officer Doyle. Who immediately
demanded that I return the Jeep; and accused me of stealing a vehicle already
confiscated. I quickly reminded him that I had a receipt indicating that all outstanding
monies had been paid in full and that possession is nine-tenths of the law just before I
hung up on him. Although, knew Id run into an insurmountable hurdle down the
road if and when I tried to reregister the Jeep. With that, I persuaded the guy Id been
hanging with to further his purchase and acquire my jeep since hed already bought the
kilo of blow off me.
The science of persuasion is actually an art and after following the advice given by
Mitchell. Within 90 days, everyone involved had walked away scot-free except for the
blow. In where I have no proof, yet wouldnt surprise me a bit if the confiscated
contraband didnt end up at a cop party somewhere.
Soon thereafter my Spidey senses pick-up the surveillance team. Yet, this time at a
level far more intense than Victoria had ever been. Whereby, every time Id checked

into hotel in Calgary I felt that somehow. In some way I was either being videotaped,
or even video streamed live via TV. I know it sounds crazy, as things of that nature are
not everyday occurrences. Although, without fail, no matter what hotel I checked into.
I was forced to wait longer than the normal check-in process, and placed on a floor with
no other patrons that I ever noticed. And without fail, Id always get a visit from the
Calgary City Police patrol unit. Where they would acknowledge their presence, then
leave. That act, along with my gut instinct, which has never failed me as my perception
and instinct readings are always off the chart. Where of course Id mention it to
whoever I was with, and naturally theyd say, quick being foolish, you sound
paranoid. Although, my come back had always been the same,
Is it paranoia, if they truly are following you? - TD. Welch

Or is it not then, Total Awareness. I dont want to conclude this book, by opening a
Pandoras Box. What I do know to be gospel. Is that over the past; from the
acknowledged, closing bell rung on wall street Security Investment Deposit Fund
(SIDF) October 2012 is when I finally snap a grip, and began to slowly accept, as well as
understanding the signs. Please remember, I step back into my life that had since
passed me by. Yes, I know it sound ludicrous. However, please as you read on, do so
with an open mind. Where everything stated had transited and cannot be undermined
or disputed by anyone. As the Truth is the Truth. Where Ill suggest it finally boiled
down to an acceptance, then acknowledgment, and finally an understanding- hence an
absolute awareness can be nothing short of Total Awareness. And not a weird
dream, or a drug induced hallucination where one lives in a fantasy world. The writing
was truly on the walls of Wall Street. Just as real as the sun rises in the east, set in
the west, regardless of a mans belief where sixteen countries were now reliant on one.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r1YjwFty7-I&index=12&list=PLgjXjIAkwDcPzAI1PZCxUzyNoVXhR9sez

Where during the same month, I had received two additional anomalies. That to this
day have yet to be explained in full. Whereas, there are always three sides to every
story. My side, their side, and the truth. Where this version is my side and it is
the truth be told.
The first unexplained event had come in the form of a still picture background screen
saver. Activated when I turned on my computer after a power failure happened in my

building only; To illuminate a picture of the 44th president Barack Obama sitting behind
his desk in the oval office with a telephone at his ear. And the caption reads, you just
missed a call.
The second, even more stranger then a missed call from the president. Where I
received an email with the below document attached.
Notice of Encumbrance Against or Interest in Property Offered for Sale.
I did as much research and due diligence as possible without flying to Thomas County,
Thomasville GA. To no avail.
And unless Im high, the property outlined in the below Notice is the same
dilapidated shack Eminem is rapping in front of in the video link below; if not. Then it
is a dead ass replica and a coincidence, Im not one to easily accept.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngH0fkiNo-g&list=PLgjXjIAkwDcPzAI1PZCxUzyNoVXhR9sez&index=3

Notwithstanding the fact that I never been to Thomas County, Thomasville GA, or
know of any property that I owned there. And other than the similarity with the
Thomas name, I had no idea why Mr. Reed would send me this notification. Although
in Pauls email he had also made an unsubstantiated claim. That the US government
had temporarily contracted over 500 IRS tax gurus to follow the money earned from
all derivatives in all genres related. In where the number he quoted to me was a
staggering $1.2 trillion.

Add that anomaly, to my logo and the lyric - OC- come in test my weight. Where Ill
step outside the box again and respectfully suggest that the line stood for a concept
from my Kelowna company Okanagan Chopper were a strong selling point had
been for each custom built chopper thatd been ordered. Was to be fabricated to your
personal specifications. Just like youd get custom fitted for a designer suit when hand
made. I took it one step further and would weigh each customer to properly adjust the
air ride suspension to their exact body weight. Hence, Id theoretically test ones
weight. Now, Im also sure that any similarities mentioned above in the lyric will be
quickly downplayed, or chalked up too crazy. Whereas, the likely meaning had been
the weight of any other known street substance sold or otherwise. Either way, I dont
give a fuck and Im sure they dont either. Although another coincidence to wrap your
head around; and as Arsenio Hall would say, things that make you go hmm....

You want to talk about an A ticket ride on a custom built mono-swing arm
Renegade. Then I first had to admit that Id been part of its development. However,
to stepped right back in, with no preparation, no formal knowledge of its existence until
the last whorl, as the signs had been popping up everywhere. Even Ray Charles, God
rest his soul could have seen the grandiose opportunity when preparation and
circumstance had met. Needless to say, I was neither prepared nor inclined to concur
with the presented; at the time. Since back then; I was busy resurrecting a small city in
the Okanagan Valley. Vernon a ghost town when I arrived, where the majority of the
business on main street were already boarded up with plywood. Lay smack between
Kelowna and Kamloops; and I surmised had been squeezed by the success of the other
two cities.

I had just arrived from Calgary; and as youll recall just after everyone had walked
away from the temporary nightmare - interaction with the RCMP - Constable Doyle
and I knew no one in Kelowna that would be worth a fuck. And I needed to get my
hands on some quick cash and with that, I was back dumpster diving for credit card
receipts. When I had run into a dude I knew from Calgary. Within a month. I was
working the three cities to death with telephone orders similar to the ones I placed
while in the CRC. I had managed to attract three main buyers who couldnt provide
me with their itemized list fast enough at 50 cents to the dollar. Okanagan Valley had
never seen the likes of moi, nor had any of the cities within the valley been subjected to
these types of plays; and were more than accommodating; since everyone was getting
paid.
Especially Vernon. The business there - once desperate for sales; had relished in the act.
After theyd received a telephone order placed by non-other than Dr. Anderson or Dr.
Novak all but eliminated any concerns they may have had. Whereby, each order
placed had a sale value of $3,000 $5,000. Factor that with a minimum of 6 calls per
day for better part of 2 years. And one can easily calculate the amount of money
generated on any given day in the BC interior. From counter sales completed after
theyd been initiated from a mere phone call being placed. That had been urgently
needed; and ultimately a life line to thrive that breath life back into Okanagan Valley
Communities.
Although, you cant have good without evil; or success without failure. And
unfortunately I was able to successfully differentiate allies from adversaries. Be it in the
form of a divine intervention from a Guardian Angel, or a knock on the door from the
elusive Devil Advocate with their hidden agenda. At that point, I was more
concerned with the apparent, than anything else.
Where life had presented itself as an object of ridicule towards the unknown,
accompanied within its endless obstacles. A world that would soon pass, if it hadnt
already while aboard the roller-coaster of existence. Yet, the closer I got to stepping
off. The harder it became to hold on. If this wasnt a designed disaster waiting to
happen. Then for sure it was a one-way ride to hell. Left to escape purgatory on my
own and climb the highest of the mountains in search of the heavens above.

Ascending to a steady battle in each of its plateau. Where resolve lie within the
perception of others. Whereby, to this day I still,
Shoot for the moon; and if I miss, at least Ill be among the stars
Speaking of that, Im sure everyone has heard of Facbookand the majority of us even
have a FB page. I know I do. Amazing story behind their success and kudos to them
all. Im sure I read somewhere that the initial idea for FB had come from the
development of source code where Eric Young had been the author and developer of
cryptographic software and Tim Hudson gets acknowledgement as well.

Whereby, in computing source code is any collection of computer instructions

(possibly with comments) written using some human -readable computer language.
Usually as text. The source code of a program is specially designed to facilitate the
work of computer programs who specify the actions to be performed by a computer
mostly by writing source code. The code is often transformed by acompiler program

into low-level machine code understood by the computer. The machine code might
then be stored for execution at a later time. Alternatively, an interpreter can be used to
analyze and perform the outcomes of the source code program directly on the fly.
Most application software is distributed in a form that includes executable files, but not
their source code. If the source code were included, it would be useful to a user,
programmer, or a system administrator, who may wish to modify the program or to
understand how it works.

What we wont see is this, and again, I have no concrete proof but Ill suggest the either
Eric Young or Tim Hudson had been made privy to my criminality and in their
expertise were contracted to develop the cryptographic software to combat what I
did to the financial community which would stand to reason.
If you think of it along that line, and one should. Then the development of source
code and the cryptographic software combined had been a derivative of sorts. Add
that to the founders of FB, where I had sent them a query regarding my assertions that
FB too had been a derivative of a derivative of the source copy. With that, I received a
reply from the FB legal department stating that if I wanted to resolve this matter then I
should file a suite in San Jose.
My next assault was with Twitter, YouTube, My Space, and LinkedIn. The results are
as follows. Twitter, suggested that I let them brand me. No comment from You Tube,
yet my creator studio developer account is in excellent standing. My LinkedIn page
had been given a Rockstar status; and believe it or not. I had purchased the domain
name and Verisign for Myspace from Go Daddy where I used my AMEX card to

secure the domain name www.myspace.com; although within 24 hours. Bob Parsons
had terminated my order, never did refund my money. And upon my demanding an
answer was met with. The original owners of Myspace had let the account slide
where the domain name had temporarily become available. But since they had a ton
of cash, and I dont. Bob Parsons had kicked my ass to the curb, and while down, rolled
me under a bus.
Needless to say. Ill never use Go Daddy for anything again and Bob can suck my dick.
Whereby, I have no issue telling it like it is. Because the Truth is the Truth.
While on my crusade pissing on the bigger trees continued. I had stumbled across
American Registry for Internet Numbers (ARIN)
And while searching where no others go. I had come across a Bing Div. Directive;
where it said, hide all references to tdwelch1-hide all references. I tried desperately to
uncover more. But in my endeavors failed. However, I had received a claim form
issued from Microsoft. Where in a nutshell, they offered me a onetime payment of
$75,000 for any damages caused and if approved by them, then Id be held to a
confidentiality clause. If not, feel free to file my claim in any state as, quote on quote,
we have offices everywhere in every state.
My next email query had been sent to Yahoo corporate, where I was met with a similar
attitude. Although, I had to laugh, when at the time all of this commenced. I was
living in Langley, B.C. Yet since moved to S.E. Asia, and in the transition had received
an email memo from Yahoo Asia. I didnt pay much attention at first. Until I noticed
the then owner of Yahoo Asia had a name Thomas Langley with a DBA a
numbered account.
In the interim had had tracked my liberated manuscript to the Library of Congress, and
to access their site you needed to apply. Where I did and low and behold was instantly
approved, and assigned a chair in Congress under The Catbird Seat, where Id been
required to review poetry and literature and for that service had been allowed internet
access to the House. Where I could read live feed of what was happening. Where on
one day the CEO of Apple Tim Cook had been on the house floor. I only caught the tail
end. But afterwards Tim had offered a grant of $15 million to the young innovators. I
quickly replied claiming that Apple had used the concept of offering music onlinehence the development of iTunes. I further suggested that before iTunes was even a

concept. I had suggested that music should be uploaded and found everywhere on the
internet for free. Along with the known fact that my manuscript had been the first
book ever transmitted over the open airwaves, as well as the internet. Hence the
precursor to iBook, and eBook,
Apple in return had granted me software rights to iTunes 6.2 and no sooner did I
accept, along with a logo image of a Brain and an email comment from them stating;
its in your musical concept and mastermind that paved the way for that we value
your contribution. Please accept this token as a sign of our appreciation.
I didnt even get a chance to use the fuckin shit, or download any of the images either.
Whereby, as soon as I log on to Quick Tunes. An automatic software upgrade to 6.3
eliminated the previous and all access to the said mentioned.
Once again, I had been Stuck like Chuck.
With that, I surmised that since my manuscript was in fact the first transmitted data of
its kind over an open network. And the undisputed fact that the IRTF Internet
Research Task Force focuses on longer term research issues related to the Internet while
the parallel organization, the Internet Engineering Task Force (IETF), focuses on the
shorter term issues of engineering and standards; that had dubbed my written work as;
Orphan Works. Since Canada had been so kind when they did share my manuscript
to withhold my name from being made public. I wont begin to surmise why, but
regardless they did. So I thought if just as fitting to to start a shell company on-line in
Delaware named. iOrphan. There by my next brain wave should look at the concept
of data. Where after that idea; I called the next process.
IDON- Intermittent Data Oscillation-synchronization over Network-configuration.
With that further investigation led me to register with The Data Warehouse Institute.
Now, I know call me crazy, but I drew an inference within the initials of that company
and my name (TDW I) and thought what the fuck Ill shoot for the moon. So I went
ahead and signed up on their website not knowing what to expect. Where in doing so
Id been immediately given an honorary membership, that didnt amount to anything
more than that. But still made me scratch my head and wonder again about the things
that make you go hmm
Especially after I'd seen my shit embedded in these TV series'

By now, Im betting most of you think either Im full of shit, mentally retarded, or just
fucking insane.
Although, one could successfully argue the latter two; since it did take me a
considerable amount of time to finally say, what the fuck and ask myself what am I
trying to accomplish? I knew, I wasnt full of shit; and cared less what others thought;
since the writing was clearly written on the wall. Where in its interpretation wasnt a
mere confrontation anymore between David and Goliath. That over the past two
decades, this uphill encounter had escalated to a free-for-all on Sumit of Mount Everest.
Midst Goliath, his fraternal twin brothers, his entire family along with all his fucking
friends.
Whereby, after banging my head against the wall; while I thoroughly enjoyed the
watched for so many years made me finally think of the
ol saying, choose your battles wisely. After all, life isnt measured by how many
times you stood up to fight. Its not winning battles that make you happy, but its how
many times you turned the other cheek; and chose to look into a better direction that
truly defines you. Whereas, trust me when I say, life is far too short spent on warring
the world when you know; they arent going to let you win since the majority has
already passed you by.
Since I spent 50 years on the street doing whatever I wanted.
The last twenty was enough to finally concede the point and let it go and set my sites
on more important things my legacy for one - seen in the birth of my true star.
Beheld in the eyes of my little baby girl-Nitcha. Tiny and precious that shine bright
with each blink. So sweet, a true inspiration of innocent.

In where her sole survival left in the palm of my hands to do the right thing - the first
time around. No second chances given. Whereas, the other; you either continue to run
from your fears, or you face them. With that said. Ill consider those fears now faced
within the publication of this work.
When knowingly its about accepting who you really are. And I had long ago accepted
that documented fact.
So when asked by many, who are you Tom?
Is easily answered; and for those of you that do know me - for the past half century will
have concurred;
When I say,
Im a Bad Guy!
Although, arguably the nicest one youll ever meet, a Bad Guy all the same.
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