During the day tomorrow, I will have a meeting with Edmonton Police Service detective who requested to have my personal property seized. I spoke with him on the phone today and we arranged a meeting so he could “explain to me why my things were confiscated“. Apparently, I have the right to know.
I must admit that on the phone, the detective sounded courteous and friendly but since I was not born yesterday, I realize that a “chat” with a detective is never a friendly sit down, but rather an opportunity for the system oppression enforcer to trick you into saying something he could use in a court of law against you to incriminate you with.
There have been no hints made as to whether I would get any of my things back. Having been without my essentials since, I have been forced to improvise, but that’s what I’ve done every single day over the past 5 years anyway so that’s not a biggie. My video camera is among the confiscated items and because of financial constraints I’m unable to buy another one so I won’t be able to record the “chat” myself, which means only the recordings made by the detective will be available and they will only be available to him, so he can edit it any way it suits him, but that’s something I will unfortunately have to deal with.
I suppose by this time tomorrow it will also be clear what they intend to frame me with. Child pornography seems to be a popular character smearing tool frequently utilized by the ZOG so that’s a very high possibility, although I believe they would have a very hard time proving it because I can pretty much account for every single minute of my life for the past several years. Terrorism is also a possibility, cause let’s be honest – owning an MP3 player to listen to music on the go is a clear sign that one must be a terrorist. Hate speech will likely come up but as far as I know, hate speech allegation would only stand if what you said was not true. That would make the allegation very weak and disprovable. I’m also prepared for the possibility that they would stuff my ancient, bulky MP3 player up with drugs of sort to perhaps try drug possession/trafficking charges? I really don’t know, but I expect to get either clear answers or solid hints tomorrow.
I will let you know tomorrow how it went. It didn’t sound like the detective was looking to have me sent to jail yet, but I can’t be sure of anything. It may sound strange, but at this point in my life, jail doesn’t sound all that unattractive. I have already done my part. The truth has been spilled and there ain’t no stopping it anymore. I wouldn’t mind taking a break from the world, knowing that the wheels are already in motion and will continue to move whether I’m around to see it or not. I’ve dedicated my life to fight against Evil and Lies, and I know that God and Truth are on my side. I do not fear the servants of Satan. One way or another, my life will end one day, and so will theirs.
Vincit Omnia Veritas,