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...

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Chapter 9

Cityscape, Vancouver, BC, CanadaImage via Wikipedia

I just emailed the last eight chapters of my book to the local independent newspaper called Megaphone. It deals primarily with issues of poverty and homelessness, drug law and culture in the Downtown East-Side of Vancouver.

I wonder if they publish excerpts of my book as editorials or publish them at all. Megaphone seems to be primarily a traditional left wing publication but as I said in my email it would be interesting to see what kind of a synthesis could be had between us as a left wing publisher and a right wing writer given that so many of our concerns are the same.

But, we will see. There are so many other avenues to gather attention for my book through the interet. I have been quite succuesful before in using email software to gather attention to myself and Willy Pickton's plight during his trial.

The process is quite simple really and could easily be converted into a media machine for myself. Though last time I used it I was primarily describibng an alternate version of events regarding the evidence at Willy Picktons trial that would render the verdict of not guilty. Which seems to have worked since he was in fact considered not guilty of his original charges.

OMG. That reminds me dear reader when I tell you what happened to Willy Pickton your eyeballs are gonna bulge out of your head and your idyllic vision of Canada is gonna fade away into a slow smoldering hatred for this country and appreciation for ours, America. I have never witnessed such an extreme travesty of justice go unheralded before in my life.

Back then I built a computer program I still have that crawls the net and finds the email addresses of all the newspaper and magazine editors from around the world. It would be a cinch to load up a couple chapters of my book and have them emailed around the world. Maybe I might just do that. Somebody somewhere needs to know this information.

Vancouver BC is known as the worst open air drug market in the whole world. And, nobody in the mainstream media is paying enough attention to these kinds of problems. While at the same time Vancouver touts itself as one of the best places in the world to live. I think somebody needs to put a stop to all this lying.

And, who better than God's angel to tell the truth? Sounds like a job for me. And, since I am a member of the Satans Angels MC all the better for it, hahahaha lolololol... What do the Satans Angels have to do with it? Well, nothing really. But, they blame everything else on us. So what's the difference?

I'll tell you what the difference - discrimination and making someone eat crow in this city of ours. Somebody has to pay this mistake this city is making. And, it ain't gonna be the Satans Angels. We are gonna be the heroes that discovered something so unlawful and criminal we just to tell everybody, from the judges to lawyers to the government to the doctors to the police to the media to everybody. So take that mutherfuckers. And, I dare you prove that I am not in this club, the Satans Angels MC cuz I already know nobody is talking otherwise. Hahahhaha lololololol.

God, I just talked to some idiot in Onsite about the letters I wrote to Megaphone and he thinks I should be worried about the repurcussions of writing letters criticizing doctors and the medical system. He thinks that maybe I will not get any service at all if I do. Now, I just have to ask how many times does someone have to be hurt by their government before they live in fear of soviet style body politic.

Not me. I tried to explain that I am not recieving any services anyways. So what do I have to fear. Any less service and I will really have a medical malpratice suit on my hands. I really can't stand the average Canadian who has given up hope and accepted second best from their government without question.

Maybe it's now wonder this community is rife full of dereclicts, bums and hoboes. They have given up. And, it takes people like me and people like Onsite and people like Megaphone each with their differing assesments and opinions of this situation to SPEAK UP about what is going here.

Well, at least I am not a fucking idiot and I do not live in fear of my Government. In fact they live in fear of me and my words when they try and pass off anything less than best as what is good for me.

Could is be true that this community of the Downtowen East-Side of Vancouver is populated primarily by idiots who would rather give in and not care and take drugs. I think it is. So be it. Let them. I am no thrill seeker. But, then as I have said before I think the problem ios when people like me start to show up in these communal traps for the disinclined that offer no hope to the average democratic citizen that trouble starts brewing.

And, I am definetly a shit disturber. And, I just love to start fling the shit around till it starts sticking to walls whenever I feel abused. I love it. I absolutely love it. Today is Sunday. Tommorrow I will get some money and be able to hook up my internet again.

The question I wanted answered by that retarded freak staying with me in Onsite was whether or not I should care about people who have done me wrong. And, if so or if not should I blackmail them with emails like the chapters in this book to kingdom come? Of course he said not to and like a common criminal he suggested I am just pulling a con. Well, this is no con. This an outright vendetta. I fall down goofs and this community of losers in the Downtown East-Side of Vancouver seems to be full of them.

Stand up and be a man and fight back or fall down and go die somewhere else because I got no time for you comrade. That was just the kind of bad advice I needed to spark off another thousand words or so and the fire I needed to get my email machine up and running tomorrow.

And, reader please let it be known I am no saviour. I am the hanging judge. And, I do this not to save some poor soul. But, I do this for my own satisfaction of having hung the wicked by their own deeds. I am the angel of God. I am not Jesus Christ.
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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