Prologue

What if God has come again? And, what if He opened a blog? And, what if this was it? Would you believe? Read on...

Monday, March 19, 2012

Chapter 10

3/18/2012

Only one more day till I get my email program up and running again. I have a quarter million emails for letters to the editor from around the world already loaded up and ready to go. I can hardly wait to start emailing out some of the chapters of this book and see how it begins to affect the gerneral press.

I have a system, if you will of swaying the general public by affecting the minds of millions of editors and others through the use of email. It is all based on the the theories of linguistic programming.

This is what I do. It's simple really. I do not only email the editors of newspapers I use specialized software to email the entire organization. Then I flinging mud all over the fucking place and eventually it starts to stick. But, where it sticks is deep into the mindset of the entire organization, from the copy boy to the mail delivery to the editors to the writers to the managers it begins to create a general mood overall.

Canada is a non-conformist shit bag. It's a branch-plant society due to freetrade in delcine. That's neurolinguistic programming. Now, whenever you hear the words, shit bag or, branch-plant or Canada you will also unconciously associate the words with the words in decline. It works that easy.

I had great success during the Willy Pickton trial in planting alternate theories of evidence and guilt into the minds of millions of Canadians using this simple phrase, Willy Pickkton is not guilty. And, in fact he has been found no more guilty of homicide than to have been helping someone hide the evidence of homicide and that is by law. So, don't think dear reader that I was monkeying around with the due process of law. I have never been charged and the things I said and still say both during and after his trial are quite lawful in Canadian society.

What I had was insider information about the going ons at Willy Picktons farm from angels. And, no not the biker kind but real end of apostasy angels. Real messengers describing to me the sequence of events that led Willy Pickton to allow certain member of this society to hide the evidence of criminal wrongdoing in the event of deaths of certain women, most notably frail prostitutes from the Downtown East-Side of Vancouver BC who had died while in their company.

And, there is a distinct lack per capita of these kinds of offecnces being reported by the members of this society in this community. One woulod expect the numbers to be quite higher over the years of acciddental and deaths and drug overdoses of women from the Downtown East-Side of Vancouver BC in this drug addicted and prostitute riddled city. There are key numbers missing in the missing womens files. More of these kinds of files should have been reported as accidental deaths by johns.

But, instead we have long lonely stretches of highways and even inner city byways and even farms littered with the corpses of dead women who presumably could have been dumped their by their johns after fixing a larger than normal dose of heroin or other drug in their frail states with the ample cash some more well heeled johns are able to provide these women.

This is speculation to be sure. But, then given the circumstances, the evidence and verdict of Willy Pickton's trial speculation is all we have. These presumed homicides have never been fully solved. Some women from the Downtown East-Side of Vancouver have been found dismembered on Willy Picktons farm. But, Willy Pickton has never been convicted of killing them. On the eve of his verdict in the trial all of the major newspapers across Canada ran this headline "Not Guilty". And, subsequently he has only been convicted of homicide under the second clause of second degree homicide by special instruction to the jury for an argument never made in court which is that he only helped in the dismemberment of some women long after their deaths.

This is a case for that television show "Unsolved Mysteries".

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I just payed for my internet connection again. It makes me feel so much better when I am using some software to market some affiliate blogs in the hopes of earning enough money to get the hell out of here. I don't want to come home and have to use the system to get by.

Next month I am moving into my new place and I will have plenty of money left over from my disablity allowance. In some ways since I am only disabled in Canada for lack of a proper doctor and proper medication I feel justified in allowing them to pay for me in the meantime. It's the Queens charity mind you and bless her soul.

I am also moving into a nice building that is subsisized by the Salvation Army so I feel a lot better about it. That is what the Father had in mind when he said all that about charity and what not. It's for people like me who find themselves disabled or otherwise not able to compete in the regular world. You know, so you aren't tripping over us trying to get to work.

I didn't set up my mass emailer mind you. That requires another website and some more money. But, maybe later. I know some good cheap webhosts out there.

Now, nothing to do but work on my book.

I think I might put a preview on Scribd and I may also try marketing it on Amazon. One easy way to keep a driving narrative in this story is keep chronicling my success in fnally seeing a sleep doctor and being able to talk about my symptoms. This week for instance I am going to call Advocacy Access and see if they are able to help me.

Dr. McEwen will also be back this week and I am going to tell him that I will no longer see him. I will also ask him one last time for a referal and I will also tell him I am no longer going to take Abilify. The thought that it will mitigate the delirious effects of cyrstal meth is too strong a trigger for me. I want to do this right and I want to do it lawfully.

How stupid of my in the Anti-Christ (Canada) when I do not see any hope of legitimatly dealing with my symptoms of excessive daytime sleepiness. But, I will not allow this country to destroy my morals. I am right. This system is wrong. And, there are many other better systems like ours in the United States for instance that I can appeal to.

I am happy to report I made seven dollars so far today affiliate marketing on the internet. I spent seven or so odd years learning how to do this. So, while seven dollars doesn't sound like much my websites are designed to grow incrementally over time. Seven dollars a day gradually becomes seventy dollars and so on till I hit the magic number of two hundred to five hundred dollars a day. Then I will feel comfortable moving back to the United States with enough money to live a comfortable life and also be able to see a proper doctor again like I was seeing before in California.

I also have other plans to take my story about Willy Pickton and what I believe to be the truth of this situation to the newspaper Megaphone and others. As well I am going to talk to a lawyer about my legal options regarding a criminal malpratice suit against some of the doctors here who will not diagnose nor treat me properly.

That part of this book, dear American reader will show you the real problem with this Canadian socialist medical health care model. I know I have a case but, whether I can bring it to court or not under current Canadian law is another matter entirely.

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Epilogue

The beauty of being a writer in a free state is the freedom to tell the truth of a tale as the tale itself offers it's bold truth to the writer freely. The virtue then of a free writer in a free state thus can be all bold. And, the duty of the bold, free state can then be to allow the beauty of the truth, as boldly offered to the writer by the tale itself, thus be told.

Norman Christian Hoffmann