And then there was one

I used to have two blogs. This blog and cfbnamao.ca

cfbnamao.ca is now set to redirect to bobbiebees.ca

I’ve come to the frustrating conclusion that nobody is actually listening to anything I have to say, so instead of wasting money on two sites, I’m just going to run this site for now.

I’ll try to keep this site going for a little while.

The problem that I have is that child sexual abuse in the Canadian Armed Forces is such a niche topic.

In the civilian world the justice system generally works as it should.

The military doesn’t have a justice system, it has a disciplinary system.

Victims are of absolutely no concern to the military justice system.

The military system is more concerned with disciplining the service member.

Sure, we’ve had child sexual abuse in the catholic church, in the catholic run orphanages, in the Indian residential schools, in the boy scouts, in minor hockey, in minor baseball, in professional sports like the Maple Leaf Gardens. There’s even been kiddie diddlers in police forces and the juvenile justice system. But no one seems willing to believe that child sexual abuse would occur behind the barbed wire fences that encircled the bases and the PMQs on base.

I have no hobbies or other topics that would appeal to anyone.

The only thing that I really have going is my desire to be dead.

And I really don’t need two blogs for this.

A person can only do so much yelling into the void before they begin to realize that the void is empty and has nothing to offer.

I have about $10k worth of camera equipment at home that I know how to use, but taking pictures doesn’t fill me with anything.

I just bought a Raspberry Pi5 with some nice peripherals. Got it set up. And remembered that the reason that I never accomplished anything with the Pis that I’ve owned before is I have no drive or ambition to do anything.

And truth be told, getting yelled at by my father for being an idiot and pretending to be something that I’m not is something that I want to avoid. Yeah, sure, Richard is dead, but he lives in my head. After what he put me through as a kid he owns a large mansion inside of my skull. He always has lived there.

Work? Yeah, work is a paycheque. Keeps me fed with a roof over my head. So I guess I should be lucky.