Making what is good, even better for humanity.
The INN of JUSTICE is a collection of personal reflections, essays, and conversations about life; which contributes to the knowledge of Good Families.
Our Family Psychiatrist for 'My Dysfunctional Family' told me, that my wife, "will kill me". I took his comment as a joke; because we talked like friends for more than 10 years; every Monday evening every week. I found out it wasn't a Joke. I'm still alive and able to fill this blog with my life story. You maybe married to woman like my wife - Beware! See the following link......................BPD ~ An Unreal Need for Revenge http://innjustice.blogspot.ca/2016/04/bpd-unreal-need-for-revenge.html I still love Her ! ---------------------------------------------------------------
To hear that someone has been killed, makes me and most of us cry. The other 15% don't feel any emotion. We must learn, what makes someone kill; so we can stop them or ourselves. This has been one of my passions. Stop what can make us killers I have come to know, that a devil gets into the mind of a person, who then kills, those who get in the way of the 15%. What he can not kill, He destroys. I never wanted to be a cop: however, I have been an "Investigator" all my life. God.... is in everyone's mind and we alone, are given the choice to frighten the devil away from influencing our brothers and sisters. Always remember where God lives, the is Devil behind him. All of us must full-fill the "Investigator" role. Even if the killer is being put to death; I cry. Killing is what the Devil wants. He gets into the mind of someone and they do the killing. What the devil can't kill.... he steals and destroys How can anyone kill, when killing is a sin. We can kill, if it is not a sin. Killing a devil is not a sin. Remember, that our workers of our Courts have God in them also. Published on Jun 24, 2015 Vickie Frost is violently abusive and controlling to her visually-impaired boyfriend, Rick Whitcomb, but when Rick decides to leave her after a year of torment, she goes into a blind rage. One evening in January 1996, she ends a violent argument by stabbing Rick once in the chest, killing him. Englishwoman Clare Nicholls regularly insults, abuses, and starves the father of her youngest child, kind but timid Andrew Gardner, and gets her brother and boyfriend to join her in the abuse. His body weakened by the constant torture, Andrew dies after Clare stomps on his chest, and the murderers try to claim he was attacked by a mugger. Drug dealer and adulteress Christene Kemmerlin is married for the third time, and her union with husband Wayne is in trouble due to her spendthrift ways and infidelity. By claiming Wayne is abusing her, she convinces a neighbor to murder her husband and disguise it as a car theft. Sentenced initially to death, her sentence is commuted to
life without parole.
I have borrowed the above copy.
God is in me and in you also. Get to know God. Meet everyone you see and get to know more of God Let nothing or no one stop you from Seeing God in any person. Remember that where God is the Devil is there with Him behind God. Get to know your children.
To My Children and grandchildren - February 9, 2016
We, Denise and I, were deeply in love with each other and in a marriage made in heaven.
This Marriage Contract, several pages long, was signed by Denise and me just before our marriage. We were both very serious Christians and were married in the Catholic Church
April 11, 1964. We took lessons, for weeks, in the Catholic Church to "understand what love means."
"Her lawyer said "it wasn't important."
"Without it; it wasn't the Lawyers case. to go forward with!"
What the full contract says, is that the house belongs to Don. Denise Prevost is a number or Pret-Non. Denise Prevost, does not exist. Denise Wesley has a social security number. One must read the Whole document. To my knowledge, no Judge has read the full document. Don 'manages his property, via this document called a Marriage Contract.. Denise knows this very well. To tell someone the house is hers, is a lie. Fraud, and Embezzlement has occurred.
Revised November 27, 2015. Still without Justice, since Xmas Eve 2008. Christmas and far from Home - God doesn't like this Crime - April 17, 1933 [Dons' birthday] The day Christ was born.
In 1933, it was Easter Monday.
Doctor Lundell; This is a picture of him. I wish he was alive today.
He is alive in the other world; the one so many doubt exists. He knew that BPD was best healed by God. I Don Wesley took this picture of Fred. He never prescribed medical drugs. He just caressed my whole family for over 11 years.
A slightly revised Story, just short of the injury predicted by our Family Psychiatrist, Doctor Fred Lundell.
The Divorce went through June 9, 2013.
I have yet to see a cent of my lost wealth
A song from the heart - "Ne me quitte pas"
Look this song up on YouTube...
“Resources to Rags – An Elder’s Earnings, Stolen by Fraud in an Unjust Civilization.”
“Five Christmas Eves, away from Home”
Hi, old pal, Victor Roth,
Our time-line of friendship started in 1942, in Montreal, Canada.
We have watched each other over these years with our growing awareness of what wisdom is all about.
By making mistakes, we learned what behaviours to avoid. Without mistakes there is no learning.
This story, which I am revealing here, is about the mistakes my Family made. Mistakes which some might refer to as evil. Other names can also be used. But evil fits my foundational world-view-system of logic and intuition.
And their evil doings, leave me to suffer. The name today, given to the suffering is called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. PTSD. Years ago it had no name and therefore did not exist as far as most people knew. A subset is called Legal Abuse Syndrome; check Google about it!
My son, Doctor Steven John Wesley, a Psychiatrist, knows better but doesn’t care.
His, not-caring, is a symptom of Psychopathy. [More in another story]
He is successful and I believe very helpful to his patients, except the first.
I must say at this point that I love all my Family and Francyne; but hate what they have done to me.
I repeat that I love them and care about them and always have. I miss them. Only my relationship to God and his Son are more important to me. This is my world viewpoint. I am just about 80, and it has served me well. That relationship, has kept me wanting to fight for change in governance, which now is truly unjust. I view the challenge before me now as the biblical story of Job.
As my Family's Christian father, I have the responsibility to tell them they have made mistakes which can be called sins. When they confess their crimes and repent I will be happy for them.
[An aside] Today, in the News, the Pope Forgave his former Butler, in the Jail House.
Now, back to this evening. I was invited, to a precious small and quiet supper and coffee before the fireplace, here on College Street in Chesterville, Ontario. I was able to answer questions of my hosts, Monique and Roger; questions about my whole story of “Five Christmas Nights, away from Home” or “Resources to Rags – An Elder’s Earnings, Stolen by Fraud in an Unjust Civilization.”
On Christmas day, it will be 5, since my Sweetheart and Soul-mate was tempted away from me, by a woman known as Francyne. Somewhat like Eve, the first advertiser. Francyne, apparently thought, she is a Harry Potter hero, whose job it was to rescue my sweetheart wife, named Denise. Denise, hurting gave in to the temptation. I have become the villain in their opposing story of miss-information.
To give comfort to myself, over this lonely period of 5, I have kept in mind, the baby child who was born on Christmas Day. Like most all of us, I fall in love with Children; most especially with babies.
I think about my grandchildren; but also about the child in each of us. When we see the undamaged child in each of us, we see goodness. Undamaged children are curious but do no harm, they just learn what not to do, by making mistakes.
My hosts, sat listening to my story, with all their awareness functioning. For me as the story teller; I felt the grace of our creator, as their listening released the energy of compassion. I felt very happy to see them understanding what they found to be a compelling story. Were they compelled enough to act, only time will tell.
As an opening to the story, I told them, it was you, Victor Roth who, operating from San Francisco, found me this room, in their home to live in. It is almost two years, living with them. You my old friend did act unselfishly, to help me. For me it was a miracle.
From here, as a base camp, not home, I began to meet kind people. But for me, I am still in a State of Homelessness. Kind people really do help a suffering soul. They can help but not heal. Only justice can heal, but for me and too many others, 5 Christmas's will have passed with no justice. Our system of governance is overloaded and doesn’t work. It is unjust by definition.
You, Victor Roth, my very old friend, made finding me this base camp, possible. I found some relief from the torture I was experiencing from the unconscionable actions of my own family - "evicting me, from my very own home with only the clothes on my back." No reasons were given except the lie saying that I was a tenant who failed to pay the rent. It was someone's crazy idea, but it succeeded in working. I immediately reported my lawyer to the Bar for mis-representing me.
It was so unbelievable to me, I thought as did the police officers, that I would be back in my home in a few days following appropriate Court remedies. We had all lived in the property since 1969 and were very well known in the community.
Returning didn't happen. The Court was lead to believe the lie my family told.
I have become of Victim of Elder Abuse. I will be representing myself before the final Judge in the early new year. I will ask the Honourable Judge to turn this case over to the criminal Court. I have all the information to proceed. No police officer is needed,
The whole truth is, that I bought and fully paid for this home in 1969. Denise inherited her parents home and money and doesn't need mine. She could have all if she if she stayed in our marriage made in heaven. Heaven is only a question of mind.
A well planned crime was committed by my family. If you find it difficult to believe; find excellent explanations on You Tube.
From my Home to a State of Homelessness, my forced eviction took place July 31, 2009.
I have a medical document declaring that it was enough to make me suffer PTSD.
I am traumatized, by the criminal actions of Denise, Francyne, Steven, and Michael. All used the power of the Court to fraudulently steal my family home from me. They all appeared pleased by the success they had. To them they deserved it. They were all so charming as all psychopaths are. They were quick to sell the home. I now was seen as the evil one. The evil accusers succeeded. Steven told an RCMP Officer in Ottawa, that they had to sell the home. He will find it difficult to prove that statement now.
[As an aside] Having learned more about PTSD, I can now say with good information that it was a time of torture. It is time for all to know that I, Don Wesley [1933] am just one of the all too many in humanity who are victims of such evil, by psychopaths.
I had first become a PTSD victim as an abused child and then again as a young man of 19, injured when struck by a drunk driver. That was in 1952. I was lucky to have survived.
The symptoms of PTSD include having problems with social interactions. I withdrew from people, to the quiet of my own mind. My wife and children suffered as as result. We were all ignorant of the fact that I had a Victims problem, to overcome [nothing more] Dad, to them was just a too stern father. Denise, ignorant of the harm she was doing gave them all and more than they needed. She hid from me their criminal doings as children. I did eventually find out and was shocked by what they had done as children and continued to do as adults.
Fortunately the good times outweighed the bad. I worked hard creating intellectual know-how, which I sold to make a very good living. My family benefited as we lived within a very comfortable income.
I rebuilt business organizations to make them more successful for all the stakeholders. Many of the companies were very big. My sons did work for some of them. My success in this area led to more work than I could handle. When my work as the creator of new organizational design finished, I left each firm. Leaving was when my symptoms of temporary PTSD would return.
My military Psychoanalyst told me that Denise would kill me. I later learned she was a victim of her fathers abuse. She showed the symptoms of Borderline Personality Disorder; self harm. So we were a dysfunction family. Denise and I didn’t argue, she most always agreed, but did what she wanted behind my back. I loved her I gave her all the money she needed.
[Back to my Story of “Six Christmas Eves, away from Home” ]
Like the Flag Pole Protestor of years past, I cried out to all who could listen;
“Wait until morning, to see if I would leave my pole top platform alive." It did grab their empathy listening.
Some provided a meal. Finally a Gentleman named Herb Foxwell provided money for a shelter.
Some nights the temperature reached 23 degrees below freezing as I tried to find comfort in my car. I had no money nor friends to come to my aid. All my wealth was in my property; my Home Property. Incoming pension cheques took weeks to arrive. I did receive some help as you can see seen in other small stories, in this blog.
It was too often gasoline or food decisions. It is for me, Hell on Earth. It still is at times, when my PTSD moods shift into hurting memories. Luckily I have the knowledge of Psychological Mind Sight and prayer to recover to fond memories. Now I also have knowledge of early "Attachment Problems." I learned all this knowledge to understand why I was in this situation of man-made suffering. Was it all my fault? No it is not. I committed no crime and was a compassionate, aware and very caring husband and father. I was very worried about my sweetheart Denise. In the middle of 2000, I searched for but did not find the understanding in myself of what she needed. I was ignorant and suffering with her. She need much greater emotional support that I knew existed at the time.
I did get angry with myself; but no longer. I still love her and pray for a miracle to find us back together. I am in good health, and take no medications. Divorce does not solve family problems.
My earnings and savings were put into my property, which I had carefully planned, to be our home until the end of my life with my wife Denise, who, still in my heart is my sweetheart.
That property was also where my office, studio and tool shop were separately located. The was no need for them to fraudulently steal my home. Denise my wife, since 1964 had inherited her own property to live in.
The reason they did what they did, can only be called greed, or the need to kill me.
Don's Victim Statement - Elder Abuse Torture
A Killer Family
The financial loss is certainly over a million and more. I started out very poor and amassed a little fortune and the Family Home.
So the story today, does not include a remedial solution; but I am told I will get my home back and that my sons, may have bought the home in 2009 and that would be fraud. There is hope however.
I have also turned over to the RCMP in Westmount, (Montreal) all information about the crimes I have identified that Denise, Francyne and my sons have committed. The Montreal Police have also been given the information.
My PTSD symptoms make me withdraw from social interaction, and my family mis-understanding is what I am suffering from. They withdrew and without knowledge, “psychologically abused me.” To them, I was the evil one; their story continues to mislead too many. They felt the discomfort of “walking on egg-shells” as my wife said. Such abuse is a Crime, but is seldom prosecuted by our police agencies.
Why, "Is what we are all beginning to talk about."
It is interesting to note, that today the CBC Television station News has covered the
New story with the tag name being - “ Idle No More.”
My dinner hosts quickly agreed with the following statement
“Our system of Governance has become Unjust.”
The question arising “Is it too late to save our civilization from regressing?”
Monique and Roger, are now are aware that my story is wider than, the narrower, focus of divorce.
Rather, it is a living story of
“Resources to Rags – An Elder’s Earning Escaping by Fraud in an Unjust Civilization.”
The Courts are unable to protect the Rights of all equally, “because processes are given priority over people.” Their is just too much complexity that has been added to living. It is chaotic.
I have also been able to hint an explanation of how psychopathic family members, can destroy a family and even murder a Parent.
We need, not just fixes, but revolutionary changes to our social organizations! These sudden opportunities to explain before an enlighten audience, are to me a miracle.
The subject of miracles today, by world renowned scholars is what I refer to here below:
Denise, my wife and I met and gave birth to two miracles, Steven and Michael. Our parents gave birth to me and my wife Denise. Being miracles, we must live to be who we really are. The old question of To Be or not To be, is still valid.
The question is, will we or will we not be who we are created to be?
We all have parents and must therefore be miracles! We must get it right, I think.
For me this night, I acknowledge the miraculous people who now know my story.
I share this little story with the world on this my Blog.
I hope it will have more legs, than the fairy tale of “Harry Potter.” There are probably 7000 more stories like this tonight; will it be enough to go viral?
I confess that this little story wrote itself, using my fingers
Via the wiring of my body-brain-mind and directed by my mind of one The seeing Eye
It makes me happy to share. Merry Christmas everyone: from my House to Yours
Scenario 1: Jack goes duck hunting before school and then pulls into the school parking lot with his shotgun in his truck's gun rack.1961 - Vice Principal comes over, looks at Jack's shotgun, goes to his own car and gets his shotgun to show Jack2011 - School goes into lock down, Police called, Jack hauled off to jail and never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors called in for traumatized students and teachers.
Scenario 2:Johnny and Mark get into a fist fight after school.1961 - Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up buddies.2011 - Police called and SWAT team arrives -- they arrest both Johnny and Mark. They are both charged with assault and both expelled even though Johnny started it.
Scenario 3:Jeffrey will not be still in class, he disrupts other students.1961 - Jeffrey sent to the Principal's office and given the strap by the Principal. He then returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again.2011 - Jeffrey is given huge doses of a tranquilizer. He becomes a zombie. He is then tested for ADD.. The school gets extra money from the province because Jeffrey has a disability.
Scenario 4:Billy breaks a window in his neighbour's car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his belt.1961 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to university and becomes a successful businessman.2011 - Billy's dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy is removed to foster care and joins a gang. The children's aid worker is told by Billy's sister that she remembers being abused herself and their dad goes to prison. Billy's mom has an affair with the aid worker.
Scenario 5:Mark gets a headache and takes some aspirin to school.1961 - Mark shares his aspirin with one of the teachers who also has a headache. 2011 - The police are called and Mark is expelled from school for drug violations.. His car is then searched for drugs and weapons.
Scenario 6:Mohammed fails high school English.1961 - Mohammed goes to summer school, passes English and goes to university. 2011 - Mohammed's cause is taken up by the province. Newspaper articles appear nationally explaining that teaching English as a requirement for graduation is racist. Citizen's Rights Coalition files class action lawsuit against the provincial school system and Mohammed's English teacher. English is then banned from core curriculum.. Mohammed is given his diploma anyway but ends up driving a cab for a living because he cannot speak English.
Scenario 7:Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers, puts them in a model airplane paint bottle and blows up a red ant bed.1961 - Ants die.2011 - CSIS, the RCMP and local authorities are all called. Johnny is charged with domestic terrorism.The RCMP investigates his parents --and all siblings are removed from their home and all computers are confiscated. Johnny's dad is placed on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.
Scenario 8:Johnny falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee. He is found crying by his teacher, Mary. Mary hugs him to comfort him.
1961 - In a short time, Johnny feels better and goes on playing.
2011 - Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job.. She faces 3 years in Prison.
Johnny undergoes 5 years of therapy at the expense of the taxpayers. And to this one I would add: and Johnny's parents sue the school board for having an unsafe yard!
"This should hit every email inbox to show how stupid we have become" "Author unknown"
I am sitting here at my computer wondering what to say to you, that I haven't said before, but you have landed in a pile of Shoe-it.
With tight money, it is hard to make the ball roll. Waiting for the blog to turn things around, could take a long time. I have no answers. I could blow smoke up your butt and say don't worry, you will figure this out and everything will be alright.
But the only hope I see is that your Lodge Brothers may be of help to you. These words are not what you may want to hear, but Don, I can only hope for the best for you.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
The Reply from Don
Thanks a million for your reply Vic.
Yes I am in Shoe-it as you so effectively say. Remember we sholved it as manure on the Farm.
1. Actually I have been in “Shoe-it” since the day Denise carried out her three month old plan; leaving without telling me, our home, on Xmas eve 2008.
2. The court should have recognized the “malice” and stopped? But they think no fault divorce!
3. Nothing has changed except that the courts put me out of my home on July 28, 2008. In Shoe-it.
4. To put that in other words we can say they changed my personal status from “Home to Homelessness.” In Shoe-it.
5. Denise did not throw me out, the court order did that. In Shoe-it.
6. The Court violated my Human Rights by throwing me out; ex-partie and ex-court with lies, lies and more lies. 7. The Judges delivered the results that the two lawyers wanted; fast access to the cash value of the home. Leaving the Shoe-it behind.
8. Denise gave her lawyer a $100.00 down payment, (several months before) to start legal divorce motions.
9. I on the other hand had to pay $5000.00 up front to get a lawyer, and 12,900.00 to get a car to escape, temporarily to Ottawa. Escaping one smell of Shoe-it for another.
10. I live here in a 70 square foot room; the size of a prison cell, on a month to month basis; “Homelessness.” In Shoe-it.
11. My wealth (which I built up (over my life time) was in my home, offices, studio and tool room and work-in- progress was fraudulently taken from me. Leaving me in Shoe-it.
12. I was instant talent at researching and solving complex organization problems which earned me a good living,
13. Now I live In Shoe-it
14. Using my intellectual knowledge to earn, was stopped, when Denise started this miserable process. In Shoe-it
15. Also stopped were other projects which would earn me more,
16. So now I am on skid row with thousands of other men, who are seen as losers. In Shoe-it
17. You now see me as a loser; in Shoe-it!
18. Nothing has changed except that I am getting older and I smell like old Shoe-it.
1. Get a noble project going, that addresses the issue of “Courts ignoring human rights.”
2. That is what I am doing now.
3. A noble project takes you out of Shoe-it!
4. Build a better story that tells the truth. The one and only Truth.
5. Build the better story, essay post by essay post. (Brick by Brick)
6. Reveal that Story in the INN of JUSTICE.
7. Get an audience and build it, modifying it as needs determine it should.
8. Get all your friends to support your efforts, in “every possible way.”
9. Plead for help and support; even money.
10. Don’t accept just hope! It takes money to wash the Shoe-it out.
This section is written in full understanding that divorce often adversely affects both sexes, and that often both partners share blame for the death of marriage. In almost every marriage there are many good times. When the dreams and plans of a lifetime are cruelly, uncaringly wrenched from the realm of possibility, part of the person dies. Although a marriage is buried, it is often buried alive. One-sided love is a tragic thing. Love is a great possession; its betrayal, a great catastrophe. Sincere partners dedicate their entire lives to each other. Greater commitment is hardly possible. Repaying this gift with treachery is extremely cruel. As the song goes, “A false-hearted lover is worse than a thief.” Loss of motivation accompanies the loss of love; and people are just no good without motivation, the sparkplug of life. Life becomes meaningless. The loss, the pain corrodes the spirit and paralyzes the will. Lack of a nice family to come home to has induced many a man to wallow in self-pity. The shock of aborted love is difficult to measure, and to predict its results is impossible. Serene acceptance, if it can be achieved, can be a blessing. But a loved one's defection can't be simply shrugged off by anyone who was really in love. Divorce is a world of broken promises, shattered hopes, wounded egos and empty lives. Divorce orphans are pitiful, but adult males arguably are primary, more direct casualties, financially and emotionally. It has been this author’s impression that most of the books for both men and children on how to live with a divorce are largely psychobabble written by muddle-heads who would expect a lobster to be content with being boiled alive. There seems to be a similarity between the price of procreation in human males and males of some lower species. The Praying Mantis and Black Widow spider discard the male after he has served his fertilization purpose – or kill him. This trait is not unknown in humanoids, figuratively speaking. His children are a man’s raison d’ être. Loss and probable estrangement of them are among the greatest injustices that can be visited upon a human being. Extreme heartbreak can lead to “the death of a thousand cuts.” According to Dr. John C. Cassel, department head at the University of North Carolina's School of Public Health, divorced men have a death rate three to five times higher than married men of the same age. Many good men have died of broken hearts, homeless on Skid Row. The death of John Fornica, while I worked at Charlie Metz’s A$DM, is a case in point. The DuPage County, Illinois, domestic court bears a great responsibility for it. This anti-male redoubt refused, except in token gestures, to enforce visitation provisions of his divorce decree. The daughter he loved too much became so brainwashed as a result that she screamed her hatred at this gentle man. He died of a broken heart, too young, removing items from the room she had occupied in happier days. Men without families who manage to survive are highly prone to various illnesses. They tend to suffer severe and chronic physical and emotional illnesses. According to a Danish study, divorced men contract tuberculosis more often than married men, ten times more often than married country-dwelling men, and five times more often than married city-dwelling men. It has been said that divorced men are “road kill” on the highway of life. A grim scene is widespread behind rooming house walls: a cubicle furnished in early Salvation Army, an unmade bed, a bare bulb, a soup pan on the burner, a lonely man choking down meals of crackers and cheese, and a john down the hall. It’s dreary. Many of us are only an accident-of-chance away from such an ignominious end. When they are not forlornly moving from place to place, the bitter, defeated flotsam and jetsam crowd jails and homeless shelters. Liquor lounges reap a windfall from both divorced men and women, but the latter are seldom there to cry in their beer. Sad ex-husbands are holding down bar stools all across the country, indeed the world. Various forms of drugs become their hemlock, gradually dulling, existence. I’ve been there, feeling as if flung into the pit of The Creator’s outhouse during an Almighty bout with diarrhea (OK, maybe I jumped in). In interviewing the habitants of skid row this writer found that most are divorce casualties. The shroud of despair was every where apparent. One could cut it with a knife. Despite appearances, some of these so-called bums are intelligent and philosophical. Interviewing them was enlightening, in a depressing way. You don’t just doubt The Creator – you can hate Him. Fearful that stress was beginning to affect my ability to control air traffic, I resigned from the Federal Aviation Agency in December 1966. Though I returned many years later, it was a financially costly sacrifice.
I am sitting here at my computer wondering what to say to you, that I haven't said before, but you have landed in a pile of Shoe-it.
With tight money, it is hard to make the ball roll. Waiting for the blog to turn things around, could take a long time. I have no answers. I could blow smoke up your butt and say don't worry, you will figure this out and everything will be alright.
But the only hope I see is that your Lodge Brothers may be of help to you. These words are not what you may want to hear, but Don, I can only hope for the best for you.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
The Reply from Don
Thanks a million for your reply Vic.
Yes I am in Shoe-it as you so effectively say. Remember we sholved it as manure on the Farm.
1. Actually I have been in “Shoe-it” since the day Denise carried out her three month old plan; leaving without telling me, our home, on Xmas eve 2008. 2. The court should have recognized the “malice” and stopped? But they think no fault divorce! 3. Nothing has changed except that the courts put me out of my home on July 28, 2009. In Shoe-it. 4. To put that in other words we can say they changed my personal status from “Home to Homelessness.” In Shoe-it. 5. Denise did not throw me out, the court order did that. In Shoe-it. 6. The Court violated my Human Rights by throwing me out; ex-partie and ex-court with lies, lies and more lies. 7. The Judges delivered the results that the two lawyers wanted; fast access to the cash value of the home. Leaving the Shoe-it behind. 7(a)added August 30, 2013. Even more money was transferred, using a corrupted method, Unknown to the Court, but not the lawyers. 8. Denise gave her lawyer a $100.00 down payment, (several months before) to start legal divorce motions. 9. I on the other hand had to pay $5000.00 up front to get a lawyer, and 12,900.00 to get a car to escape, temporarily to Ottawa. Escaping one smell of Shoe-it for another. 10. I live here in a 70 square foot room; the size of a prison cell, on a month to month basis; “Homelessness.” In Shoe-it. 11. My wealth (which I built up (over my life time) was in my home, offices, studio and tool room and work-in- progress was fraudulently taken from me. Leaving me in Shoe-it. 12. I was instant talent at researching and solving complex organization problems which earned me a good living, 13. Now I live In Shoe-it 14. Using my intellectual knowledge to earn, was stopped, when Denise started this miserable process. In Shoe-it 15. Also stopped were other projects which would earn me more, 16. So now I am on skid row with thousands of other men, who are seen as losers. In Shoe-it 17. You now see me as a loser; in Shoe-it! 18. Nothing has changed except that I am getting older and I smell like old Shoe-it.
1. Get a noble project going, that addresses the issue of “Courts ignoring human rights.”
2. That is what I am doing now. 3. A noble project takes you out of Shoe-it! 4. Build a better story that tells the truth. The one and only Truth. 5. Build the better story, essay post by essay post. (Brick by Brick) 6. Reveal that Story in the INN of JUSTICE. 7. Get an audience and build it, modifying it as needs determine it should. 8. Get all your friends to support your efforts, in “every possible way.” 9. Plead for help and support; even money. 10. Don’t accept just hope! It takes money to wash the Shoe-it out.
