malcanada (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} malcanada) wrote,@ 2008-07-20 17:41:00 |
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Email to Etal
No reply from SPCA to my letter
Another condo repair fraud
2-legged raccoon & her babies are gone
Trying to make me angry
My plants killed
(As I am trying to post this, my lights are flickering.)
At the behest of the RCMP, my criminal condominium neighbours have called a special general meeting for July 30th in order to add another $15,000 to the $311,500.00 make-believe repair bill. Only I am paying the special assessments, and the new boondoggle will add another $640 to the twelve and a half thousand dollars I already have to pay.
The pretext is ridiculous. The original amount included rebuilding the 14 balconies (that is not needed and will not happen; only cosmetic and minor work is required) and finishing them with wooden handrails and wood privacy lattices on the sides as they currently exist. Now there are two alternative resolutions before the coming meeting. The first is for aluminum railings and glass screens; and the second is to repair the balconies with wood. Either resolution will cost $15,000 and one will be chosen by the meeting, so I will charged another $640 no matter what. But repairing the balconies with wood was included in the amount I have previously been assessed, and charging me again for the same work is larceny on top of larceny.
This latest fraud by the strata corporation would never stand up to scrutiny of course, but who will scrutinize it? No one cares what the RCMP and local police do to me - not politicians I have known for a lifetime, not independent watchdog agencies, not government oversight boards, not my dreadful family, nor my erstwhile friends. I live in a police state where the RCMP controls all aspects of this situation. I will pay the new assessment without comment, which is not the reaction for which police hope.
In the last several weeks, police, my neighbours, and other helpers, have continually tried to make me angry and to elicit unwise behaviour from me which would allow the RCMP to carry me off, to drug me, and to forever discredit me by plunking me in a forensic psychiatric facility. I'll just tell you the highlights since my last email on July 14th and spare you the litany of all their nonsense. Some of the police machinations are so crude that I wouldn't be able to distinguish whether they are supposed to lull me or to annoy me, except that making me angry enough to speak out unwisely is obviously the current campaign against me.
When I wrote to you on Monday about the two-legged raccoon and her four babies, they must have already been taken away. I last saw them Sunday night, the 13th. That handicapped mother has lived here at least as long as I have because I heard people in the lane taking about the "three-legged" raccoon in the yard next door when I first moved here. Every summer she had offspring, and they grew up and moved away, but she stayed. I believe that she and her babies have been killed. Even if they were taken by some animal relocation service, she could not survive in the wild with her handicap and would be facing starvation. However, I assume that the SPCA, friend of, and people-and-animal-entrapper for the RCMP, attended and killed the raccoons. How did police expect me to react? With unwise anger?
By the way, the SPCA has not replied to my very civil letter sent by both fax and mail.
That poor mutilated raccoon bothered no one. Life is all the same. Anyone who would be cruel to animals would be cruel to people if he/she could get away with it. But then, I've already told you of the cruelty of police and of my neighbours. Don't forget, they have killed three cats of mine, and on Friday, July 11th, they poisoned Louie-Louie in a bid to send me to Xxxxx Veterinary Hospital where police again hoped to entrap me. It was only good luck that Louie survived.
The noxious inhalant is staggering. Every conceivable noise and annoyance has been visited upon me every day this week, but the "sewer gas" smell is much less (is that because I wrote about it?). I had a dreadful time trying to send you that last email and then to post it in my LiveJournal. Nothing but error messages and being cut off repeatedly, and you may have received multiple copies. I had an email from Fedex about a package delivery, but I deleted it unopened. Surely Fedex would ring my door bell or leave a message on my phone. Where would they get my email address? And who would send me a package?
I have received another small bill from the federal pension department because I was overpaid in 2007. Income tax and the federal government try to nickle and dime me to death.
Police trot out the neighbours they assume I particularly don't like, such as Mr. Xx in 30x, and have them enjoy loud cell phone conversations over my patio and open windows. Yesterday morning someone dropped a paper package of tiny silica beebees off a balcony onto my patio, and I discovered it as Maude was rooting around in them. I don't know if she had swallowed any of that toxic stuff. The same people in the co-op across the back lane continue to enjoy helping police with foolish noise and silly conversations. You'd think they'd know by know that I don't care what they do or what they say, and that they can't make me angry.
The clandestine plant murderer has killed more of my plants: my cherry tree, a rhododendron, a number of small flowering annuals, and two more cedar trees are dead. I spent four hours in the sun (we have still had no rain and everything is very dry) on Wednesday cleaning the patio - sweeping, washing, and putting all the dead plant material into three large garbage bags. I also discarded some of the small planters with murdered annuals. While I was working, three different men came out the back door and stood looking over the fence trying to get my attention. The first was Mr. Xx, but I don't know who the other two were because I never looked up from my work. Whatever those people had to say would have been unpleasant and an attempt to get me into an argument.
While I was finishing on the patio, my phone began to ring and ring. Many calls - all hang-ups on the machine. That's a tactic police have used before to annoy me. I knew that police would try to have someone entrap me (as previously) when I dragged all the rubbish through the back yard to the lane dumpster while I was hot, perspired, and tired. So I left the stuff piled against my fence and I took a bath, had a snack, dressed, and applied make-up. When I felt quite relaxed, I tossed the bags over the fence and took them to the lane. Then I took the hose from the back yard and washed all my plants to get off whatever police had sprayed on them to attract flies. No one bothered me. The fly population is way down, but there are still too many of them on the patio and some are coming into the apartment. I must prune my remaining large plants in the future.
On Wednesday evening I could actually sit on the patio for a while. Early Thursday morning Sxxxx Xxxx was in a shouting match in the lobby with Xxxxx-Next-Door, but I didn't listen. On Thursday afternoon I tried to sit outside and read, but Xxxxx-Next-Door came out on his patio and began to use a screeching electric saw to cut up little pieces of wood (I could hear them falling on the deck). I went in until the noise stopped, but when I went out again, the saw started once more. He kept it up until 6 or 7 pm, and the machine screeching was just as loud in my apartment as on the patio. I said nothing and never looked at him. There has also been a lot of loud music and yelling over the weekend. Normally this is a very quiet building and so are the others facing it across the back lane.
I told you about the fiction that Bxxxxx XxXxxxxxxx who owns 20x above me (and has been instrumental in helping the RCMP to abuse me) sold her apartment a few weeks after listing it and moved back to Alberta. I even received a note from a local realtor that he had sold 20x for $225,900 and he'd like to sell mine. To that, I said out loud, "I don't believe it". This is the same tactic that was used when Xxxxx Cxxxxxx moved away after his wife failed in an entrapment attempt against me. Cxxxxxx pretended to have sold the suite, while renting it out for five years before he actually put it on the market. Was the RCMP renting it? If police had removed me, Cxxxxxx would have returned to this building.
I don't know why Bxxxxx has done this. It makes no difference to me who lives above me because the RCMP will always be calling the shots. Her furniture is still upstairs, and there is someone trying to move about silently 24 hours a day. The RCMP might be paying her rent, too. Recently I wrote to you that the cans of noxious inhalant are still delivered to 20x every Saturday between 5:30 and 7 pm, but yesterday they were delivered at 3 pm by two plainclothes RCMP officers. The tall skinny RCMP I think of as "Stilts" was often around Bxxxxx's apartment, and yesterday he was here to accept the delivery.
Yesterday afternoon, and again today, when I go out onto the patio, Bxxxxx is on Txxxxxx Xxxxxxxx's 30x balcony with him. She has a distinctive voice and a laugh just like the Wicked Witch of the East. When I'm outside, she keeps laughing. I guess I'm supposed to call up to her, and then my neighbours can claim that I'm crazy and that she's in Alberta. Or do they think that I would have an argument with her? I don't care where she is. Where ever, she is a police stooge and someone to be avoided.
So that's my story for this week. Stupifying amounts of noxious inhalant to keep me feeling sick, and every possible annoyance (and some which aren't possible) visited upon me to try to get me to react angrily. But I'm not angry. And there's nothing they can do to make me angry. All of that negative energy has been sublimated into my resolve and the relentlessness to stand up to the RCMP and local police every day for the rest of my life if necessary. (I couldn't do it without meditating of course, and that's why police try to distract me with noise and sickness, but they can't.) Police will never be able to seize me because of any action of mine. As I've written so many times before: police will have to kill me, kidnap me, or suborn perjury from others in order to take me into custody. They are scum and I know they are capable of doing any of those things in the future, but I will always act in my own best interests.
Trixie has obviously had her newest kittens in the secret yard next door. She comes twice a day for water, and I offer her some food. All of the black and white cats from next door "talk" (Cary Grant always answered when he was spoken to) and Trixie washes Maude and tells her a long story and gets her to go home with her. Maude doesn't stay long though, except when Xxxxx-Next-Door was using the electric saw, she stayed away for six hours. Will the police kill Louie-Louie or Maude, or will Trixie and her newborn babies disappear?
I plan to go out tomorrow and Tuesday and Wednesday. I still want some new clothes, and I need food and household items. What will happen to me in the community? What traps by police await me? Or will I too simply disappear?
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