I started out life as a military dependant. Got to see the country from one side to the other, at a cost.
Tattoos and peircings are a hobby of mine.
I'm a 4th Class Power Engineer.
And I love filing ATIP requests with the Federal Government.
Never had to make cremation arrangements before, but here I am.
Gotta take some time off work next week to fly up to Edmonton to go through my brother’s paperwork to see what comes next.
Air Canada has bereavement flights.
I gotta book a hotel room for a few nights, the sad thing is that Edmonton is not a very transit friendly city. The good thing is my brother’s apartment seems to have been located near an LRT stations, so as long as I book a hotel near the LRT I should be okay.
The cremation facility is going to take care of notifying all of the required government agencies and credit bureaus. If he’s financed a car guess I’ll have to tell the dealership to come pick it up.
As I said previously, contact between by brother and I has been almost as non-existent as contact between my father and I.
I honestly don’t know very much about him, where he worked, what his hobbies were, etc.
But, that’s the way that Richard raised us.
I once told Scott that we pretty well lived feral on the bases and he chuckled about that.
And it wasn’t that Richard was just a neglectful and absent parent.
Richard loved to play mind games. It was my fault whenever Scott got into trouble, and it was Scott’s fault whenever I got into trouble. I guess that men like Richard will do anything to avoid taking responsibility for their issues.
And Richard saw absolutely no problem with allowing his mother to live on base to raise my brother and I. She was a woman that he described to Alberta Social Services as being “extremely cruel to his children, especially when she was drunk, which was frequent”. But he was okay with that as that meant that he didn’t have to personally spend time raising his kids.
So Scott and I grew up in a household where you kept your back turned to the wall at all times so that you didn’t get attacked from behind in a surprise ambush.
There were no emotions to be expressed as kids least Richard or Grandma would rage out. And on military bases, whenever the parents or guardians were raging out it was obviously because the kids deserved it.
So yeah, Scott and I spent as much time out of the PMQ and as far away from each other as possible as kids so that one wouldn’t catch the beating the other was receiving. Beatings, beratings, and derision were common place things in our household. Well, truth be told, in the military company towns that the PMQ patches were, child abuse and child neglect was rampant, it’s just that the Canadian Armed Forces had its way of “washing the laundry” in house so that no one on the outside world would ever learn about what was going on in the closed military family communities that were isolated from pubic view.
The Edmonton Police Service constable who is handling Scott’s file has agreed to try to contact my stepmother Sue to let her know about Scott.
On Tuesday evening I was about to settle down on my bed and watch some Netflix before going to bed.
As I was about to lay down there was a rapid knock at the door. I walked over to the door and opened the peephole but I couldn’t see anyone so I said “Hello?”
A voice answered back ” Hi, this is the Vancouver Police Department, we’d like to talk to you, you’re not in any trouble”
I opened the door.
The one constable introduced himself and he asked me if I knew why they were here.
I invited them in.
I told the one constable that I was pretty sure that it had something to do with my brother as just about everyone else in my family was dead.
He asked me what my brother’s name was and I told him.
He said that beforehe could tell me anything more that he’d need to check my ID. So I provided him with my ID. He said that the name on my ID card didn’t match what they had on record. So I told him my birth name.
He then said that he was sorry to inform me that Scott had been found deceased in his apartment. The last he had been seen was on August the 8th and the police had been asked to do a welfare check on the 13th. And Scott was found on the floor of his apartment.
I told the constable that I wasn’t surprised. Scott did suffer from Grand Mal Epilepsy and he also had five stents in his heart.
He asked me if I was going to be okay. I told him that I’d be fine. And I guess the way that I said this took him by surprise a little. So I gave him an extremely brief “Reader’s Digest” version of my dysfunctional family and how my brother and I only started talking in 2013 after I went to Federal Court for judicial review. I said that prior to that Scott and I really had no use for each other, and that was the way that Richard raised us.
Currently the Alberta coroner is conducting the autopsies and toxicology testing and once they’re finished they’ll give me Scott’s death certificate. The only thing the medical examiner has said so far is that Scott’s heart was pretty well plugged solid.
Once I have his death certificate I can go to Edmonton and check out his apartment to see what I want to keep, what can be donated, and what can go to the trash.
It also looks like I’ll have to figure out what to do with his body. Creamation is probably what I’ll end up giving him.
Then I guess I have to settle out his finances. I’ve never had to look after anyone’s affairs before so this ought to be interesting.
I’ll have to check to see if he had a will. If he’s like me, he probably lived day to day without any longterm plans for the future as quite honestly we never expected to have a future.
It’s just too bad that he doesn’t get to find out if we prevail against the Canadian Armed Forces and the Department of National Defence. That’s one thing that he had been looking forward to.
Growing up as nothing more than glorified trailer trash living on Canadian Armed Forces bases in the hidden squalor of the PMQ patches with out of control alcoholism and angry men with untreated PTSD and other issues meant that life sucked for a lot of kids.
Sure, there were the good families on base, but more often than not they’d turn a blind eye to the dysfunction that was going on all around them.
When we lived on Canadian Forces Base Downview in Ontario, my father Richard pretty well abandoned Scott to the little thugs, wannbe gangsters, and outright shitheads that ran riot in the civie houses around the base.
As such, Scott was involved with the juvenile justice system in Ontario.
But, Richard just didn’t give a fuck.
As I said previously, Richard didn’t keep my brother and I because he loved us. Richard kept my brother and I because, as he told his friend Jacques one evening, “As long I they live under my roof, I control the costs. If I send to live with the bitch mother of theirs I may as well sign my paycheque right over to that cunt. And that’s not about to happen”.
The Canadian Armed Forces knew that they had a problem with spousal abuse. But the Canadian Forces turned a blind eye to it. When it came to child abuse and child neglect on the bases, the military did everything it could to pretend it didn’t happen.
Scott had tried to get on the right path over the years, but he always ran into the same ghosts from the past that I had. I think that once Scott realized just how horrible of a father Richard really was and how defective Scott’s childhood had been becuase of Richard, he started to change.
And so it goes, with Scott’s death I’m the last of the Gill / Waniandy clan.
I think that the reality of the situation is starting to set in for people that are involved with my matter.
The Department of Justice has access to the following documents:
All the CFSIU investigation paper work from 1980, this includes documents that have never been released to the public.
All of the 1980 correspondence between Colonel Daniel Edward Munro, his superiors and his subordinates.
All of the CFNIS GO 2011-5754 paperwork from 2011 and 2015 to 2018 including all paper work that was never released to the Military Police Complaints Commission in 2012.
All of the correspondence between myself, the Provost Marshal, the Chief of Defence Staff, and the Minister of National Defence.
In a court matter, the complainant and the defendant need to submit to the court the documents that they intend to use to argue their case. The DOJ doesn’t have to supply copies of the records that they used, but by reading the documents indicated above, the DOJ can formulate a plausible defence and they wouldn’t have to submit copies of what they have accessed to the court.
And the thing is that my lawyers would never have any idea of what the DOJ has accessed as we have absolutely no idea of what documents the Department of National Defence supplied to the Department of Justice.
Another issue that stymies my case and puts the sexually abused children from CFB Namao at a severe disadvantage is the spectre of the Official Secrets Act / The Security of Information Act.
There are those who will say that I am blowing things out of proportion with the Official Secrets Act / the Security of Information Act.
The Security of Information Act replaced the Official Secrets Act.The Official Secrets Act specifically applies to ALL persons who were ever subjected to the Code of Service Discipline.
Section 4(1) states that anyone who was subject to the code of service discipline at the time they became aware of information while on a defence establishment is guilty of an offence if they ever tell anyone outside of persons they are authorized to pass that information on to.
“Having in his possession or control any secret official word” -comma- “password” -comma- “sketch” -comma- “password” -comma- “sketch” -comma- “plan” -comma- “model” -comma- “article” -comma- “note” – comma- “document” -or- “information that relates to or is used in a prohibited place”. The adjective “secret” applies only to “official word”. The commas do not apply the adjective secret to every subsequent clause.
In other words the first sentence of Section 4(1) reads as “Having in his possession or control any secret official word” or “password” or “sketch” or “password” or “sketch” or “plan” or “model” or “article” or “note” or “document” or “information that relates to or is used in a prohibited place”.
The first sentence of Section 4(1) DOES NOT read as “Having in his possession or control any secret official word” ,” secret password” ,” secret sketch” ,” secret password” ,” secret sketch” ,” secret plan” ,” secret model” ,” secret article” ,” secret note” ,” secret document” or ” secret information that relates to or is used in a prohibited place”.
What is a “prohibited place”?
Basically, any Canadian Armed Forces base in Canada is a prohibited place. Any chapel located on a Canadian Forces Base is a prohibited place. Any military police detachment located on a Canadian Forces Base is a prohibited place. Any CFSIU or CFNIS detachment is a prohibited place. Any private married quarters located on a defence establishment is a prohibited place. Any military social worker’s office located on a defence establishment is a prohibited place. Any school located on a defence establishment prior to 1994, would also be considered a prohibited place.
What is “information”? Information is not specifically defined in the Act, so I will go with the dictionary definition of “information”.
Merriam-Webster defines “information” as “knowledge”, “intelligence”, “news”, “facts”, “data”.
So……… anyone who was an active member of the Canadian Armed Forces and who was subject to the Code of Service Discipline back in the period of time between 1978 and 1980 and knew about the exploits of Captain Father Angus McRae or the babysitter, or knew any of the details of the investigation, or knew why the brass didn’t call in the RCMP to deal with the babysitter, or knew who exactly it was that limited the charges against Captain McRae to only those charges related to the babysitter, is forever prohibited from discussing these facts or observances with anyone at anytime without the expressed permission of the Canadian Armed Forces, the Department of National Defence, and the Department of Justice.
This explains why Fred R. Cunningham had no problem telling me what he knew about the events in 1980, but shut his mouth pretty damn quick when I told the Provost Marshal in December of 2011 what Fred had told me in Nov of 2011. This is the same Provost Marshal that told me in January of 2012 that they couldn’t figure out who Fred Cunningham was and that I couldn’t put faith in what he had to say even though it would turn out that Fred Cunningham was the Acting Section Commander of the CFSIU in 1980 and was personally charged by Base Security Officer Captain David Pilling with investigating Captain McRae for “acts of homosexuality with young boys on the base”.
Fred even refused t0 be interviewed by the CFNIS in 2016 stating that he would only talk to the CFNIS if there were no records or recordings. The only thing that Fred did state as a matter of fact was that the “Provost Marshal threw the CFSIU to the dogs” in 1980. Reading the court martial transcripts and the CFSIU investigation paperwork, it appears that the Chain of Command was upset with the CFSIU for digging up more victims than was required.
If you’ve ever wondered why there aren’t more victims of military child sexual abuse from the military communities coming forward. It was all treated as a secret back then, and it’s all treated as a secret in the modern day with the people who could be our champions forever silenced by the Official Secrets Act and its very overly broad application to members of the Canadian Armed Forces.
Was at the doctor this morning for my monthly check-up.
My blood work is progressing along nicely.
He doesn’t think that the collapse that I had last month had anything to do with me being on anti-depressants or taking estrogen for my hormone therapy.
I’ve had a long running history of syncope. BP was 112 over 73. Not bad.
And my liver seems okay with the estrogen.
My testosterone results were online at the time of my appointment and they were around 1.1. I’d like to get those down as low as possible, but we’ll have to wait and see whether I can do this chemically or if I can do this surgically.
So, I’ve graduated up to three patches twice a week. That’s 150 microgram of estradiol per day. Whooo-Hoooo!
My most recent blood test revealed that I am at 479 pmol/l which is the same as a woman in her early 20s
I’m aiming to go for an estradiol level of 800 pmol/l which is about 210 pg/ml. This is equivalent to a woman in her late 20s.
Puberty to maturity in less than 6 months.
And then there’s going to be the eventual tapering off.
My body is old. Usually human bodies only undergo one sexual development and maturity per lifetime. Putting my body through a second sexual development and maturity is gonna be tough on it.
Is it worth it?
I think so.
I get a taste of what could have been.
I realize that there was absolutely no way that I could have transitioned early in life, especially not as a kid living on Canadian Armed Forces bases.
And even in my adult life, there would have been very few chances I could have had to have transitioned previously.
In a way, no matter how much psychological trauma I had to endure being involved with the Canadian Armed Forces “justice” system from 2011 until 2020, I wouldn’t have ever been able to contemplate transitioning until I came to realize just how damaged and fucked up the Canadian Armed Forces are and how as an organization they’re willing to destroy the lives of those they deem to be inconsequential so long as the CAF can persevere its public image.
Once I realized just how ethically damaged and psychologically challenged members of the Canadian Armed Forces such as Colonel Daniel Edward Munro, Captain Terry Totzke, and Master Corporal Richard Wayne Gill were I began to realize that all of the hose shit that Captain Totzke and Mcpl Gill had shovelled into my head from age 9 to age 16 was nothing more that the military’s standard bullshit that was deployed to keep secrets.
As I said previously, when my brother called me in 2019 to let me know that Richard had died in 2017, I felt an honest sense of relief knowing that the silly fucker was dead and gone.
And that was when I started putting some serious thought into transitioning.
Well, as you should know, I started hormone therapy back in May of 2024. I really didn’t have the opportunity to do this sooner in life no matter how much I wanted to. And with 2027 coming up I figured that this was the only chance that I was ever going to have to transition.
May 2024
May 2024 was when I started. This blood test was to establish what my base hormone levels were.
June 2024
June was the first blood test after I had started taking estradiol. My testosterone levels were cut just over half. Estrogen was starting to make its presence felt.
July 2024
The July blood test showed a nice jump in estrogen levels. By this point in time I had noticed that my facial hair growth had slowed down, my skin was a lot softer, fat on my body was squishier, and I was starting to grow breasts.
August 2024
The August tests show that my estrogen levels can stand to go a little higher. Hopefully the “results are pending” for my testosterone levels indicate that my testosterone levels are so low that they’re running the samples again to make sure that they’re not misreading the results.
It’s going to take a few months for the changes to really start to set in.
I’m going to reside somewhere in between the worlds of male and female. Never wanted to be male, but won’t be 100% female either.
What kept me from transitioning earlier in life?
I would have to say wholeheartedly the environment that I spent my childhood within.
This was Canadian Armed Forces policy from 1973 until 1994.
Yes, the Canadian Armed Forces and the Department of National Defence will both wholeheartedly point out that I was not a member of the Canadian Forces. But my father, master corporal Richard Gill was. My social worker, Captain Terry Totzke was.
A report that was commissioned by the Canadian Armed Forces in 1996 and released in 2001 entitled “Canadian Forces Response to Spousal Abuse in Military Families” had a few interesting things to say that might explain how catastrophic CFAO 19-20 was toward me.
I have never been able to find a corresponding report on violence against children in military communities.
Military social workers were seen by many to be “company employees”. And that they were. They were officers within the chain of command. They had rank over members such as my father, plus they also had to answer to their own superiors.
Military social workers were often lacked the credentials required to be a civilian social worker, and often simply remustered from other branches of the military. This was the same for military police back in the day. You didn’t join the Canadian Forces specifically to be a military police officer or a member of the Canadian Forces Special Investigation Unit. You could simply transfer from another completely and totally unrelated branch of the military if you decided that you wanted to be a member of the military police.
So…….. here we have Captain Totzke, instructed by his training in the Canadian Forces that ANY sexual abnormality was an undesirable mental illness that needed to be eliminated from the Canadian Forces at any cost, and here we have me, fresh off of CFB Namao and fresh from the Captain Father Angus McRae child sexual abuse scandal in which the military police, the CFSIU, and the base commander Colonel Daniel Edward Munro knew not only about Captain Father Angus McRae having committed “acts of homosexuality” with children on the base. But the military also knew full well about the actions of the babysitter.
No doubt the military rationalized that we were all homosexuals.
If Captain Totzke didn’t really have any type of credentials for social work, this might explain why his actions were completely baffling to my civilian social workers. Might also explain why he thought that it was completely appropriate to threaten me with arrest by the military police if I ever kissed or touched another boy on base.
As far as the military was concerned, there was no difference between us kids down at the lower age spectrum, and the 14 year old babysitter, and the 50 something chaplain. We were all guilty of committing the criminal code offence of Gross Indecency , which was the crime of two males having sex.
So yeah, it would be safe to say that the Canadian Armed Forces, CFAO 19-20, captain Terry Totzke, master corporal Richard Wayne Gill, and pretty well the entire military hierarchy enforced by the National Defence Act slammed me into the closet, and slammed the door shut.
I’m almost 100% certain that the abuse at the hands of the babysitter and McRae on CFB Namao had no effect on my gender identity nor my orientation.
I’m of the belief, and science backs this up, that gender and gender identity rely on more than just XX or XY chromosomes. There’s the timing and levels of hormones released in the foetus, there’s the mother’s exposure to Endocrine Disrupting Chemicals, and there’s just good ol’ variations presented by the expression of the genes.
The human foetus, just like the foetus of most mammals, is predisposed to become female.
This is why you can’t generally scan for the gender of a foetus before 10 to 11 weeks as all foetuses will appear to be female.
If the foetus has XX chromosomes its gonads will develop into ovaries, which will then start secreting minute amounts of estrogen which will allow the foetus to keep developing towards female.
If the foetus has XY chromosomes its gonads will develop into testicles, which will then start secreting minute amounts of androgens. This will halt the development of female external and internal reproductive organs, and start forming masculine reproductive organs. The brain of the foetus will undergo masculinization.
Gender identity and sexual orientation are both “hard coded” in utero.
If the brain didn’t have orientation or identity hardwired into it, human reproduction would have been almost absolutely impossible.
Nobody goes to school to learn how to have sex.
The brain is hardwired for this.
Only ignorant institutions or ignorant people would think that gender identity or sexual orientation are something that someone chooses on a whim
Well, it’s Pride Weekend here in Vancouver. My apartment sits right on the parade route which is on Beach Ave to Pacific Ave this year. Meanwhile I’m over at a nice little coffee shop on the south side of False Creek over by 2nd Ave.
As I’ve said before, the commercialization and the promotion of alcohol have always been turn-offs for me.
And then there’s the do nothing politicians like Hedy Fry that wrap themselves up in the gay pride flag for votes, but then come up with every flimsy excuse for their inability to help their constituents with governmental issues.
If that’s the one benefit of having grown up in a dysfunctional household on various Canadian Forces Bases across Canada is the fact that I learnt very young that I’m on my own and there’s literally no help coming from anyone.
In fact, I learnt very young that I’m better off just keeping my mouth shut as people in positions of authority don’t like finding out that there are problems and that these persons in position of authority are more than likely to blame me for bringing the issue to their attention as they are to actually do something about the issue. The “squeaky wheel” syndrome where instead of fixing the issue that caused the squeaky wheel, you just pump on massive amounts of grease until the squeaky wheel stops squeaking whether or not the underlying issue is fixed.
So no, I’ve never felt any benefit from the “community” or a need to “belong” to the community. Especially not a community that is extremely selective with its chosen “cause célèbre”. And not a community that is extremely protective of lame duck politicians because said politicians wrap themselves up in the pride flag and wave from a float in a parade.
Queers, gays, lesbians, trans, bi, and other people on the gender spectrum have existed since time immemorial. This need to be officially sanctioned by the local LGBTQ+ community is something relatively new.
When I first came down to Vancouver in February of 1992 to apply for a job in Burnaby, I knew that there was something different about Vancouver. When I got back to Deadmonton later that week, my mind was made up. Into the dumpster went all of my furniture, gave the keys back to the landlord, and off to Vancouver I went.
Of course I migrated towards the West End. But sadly when “queer went mainstream” the West End changed. The GLBTQ+ crowd that could, moved away. The Pride Parade at the same time went from being a massive “fuck you!” to the society in general that shat all over the queer community because the church told them to, to being a massive corporate advertising campaign for banks and booze.
And I don’t ever see this changing.
And now that the GLBTQ+ crowd has had a taste of acceptance, they’re willing to do whatever it takes to keep that acceptance, even if it means no longer making society feel uncomfortable about issues involving the GLBTQ+ crowd.
A trans teen goes missing from a Canadian Forces Base and no one bats an eyelash when their body is found in a river near the base.
Someone brings to light the fact that the Canadian Forces gave conversion therapy to the victims of male-on-male child sexual abuse due to the assumption by military social workers that male-on-male child sexual abuse was nothing more than homosexuality. Not one single fucking person cares.
This isn’t a community. This is just an excuse to get shit faced and wear glitter in a parade.
The fun thing about being the chief engineer at work is that bad designs by professional engineers for projects that were put in well before my time in the Captain’s chair are somehow my fault.
Friday was a 17 hour day and Saturday was a 6 hour day dealing with the A/C for a freezer room that hadn’t been designed correctly from the start, had absolutely no redundancy, and had been packed with more biological -80 freezers than it was designed to accommodate.
Had to bring in 70 kW of emergency cooling to deal with the room. This emergency cooling was comprised of four 17.5 kW water cooled A/C units.
Water hoses all over the place distributing city water to the A/C units to cool the compressors in the A/C units with the warm water going down the drain.
Had to get electrical in to install four 208 volt 3 phase plugs for the A/C units.
These units got the room under control and are cycling on and off which means that they have ample cooling capacity. More than the four 12.5 kW split A/C units that are in the room.
When sizing mechanical refrigeration for an area, if the unit is running 100% of the time and it can barely maintain its set point, the unit is grossly undersized. If the unit only comes on for 5 minutes and shuts off again, the unit is grossly oversized. For a simple reciprocating compressor with no capacity control a 20 minute run cycle with 10 to 15 minutes off between runs is about right.
So, tomorrow I gotta propose a solution for this.
Most of the system I’ll design.
I’ll propose using either four water cooled 17.5 kW units or four water cooled 35 kW units. Four 35 kW units would give the best option for redundancy. If I can get them to spring for four 35kW units, then I can have N+1 redundancy with the ability to do Lead / Lag alternating with extra capacity for out-of-the-ordinary extreme days.
I’d have to get the appropriate fluid coolers for this setup. Again, nothing too fancy, just some adiabatic coolers. I could also get some air coils put into the air handler for the Emergency Department or the 2 East unit so that the heat from the freezer room could be used to pre-heat the fresh air in the cool weather thus reducing our steam bills for these two air handlers. When pre-heat isn’t required for the Emergency Department or the 2 East unit the adiabatic cooler would just reject the heat to the atmosphere.
Pipes would have to be installed up the side of the building, but they’re tearing the place down in about 6 years, so………. And I’ve always been a function over form type of guy. And it’s not like they’d look horrible. Probably be a pair of 76mm pipes.
So, we’ll see what I’m up for tomorrow when I get in to work.
The law doesn’t work much for everyone. The justice system in this country is not equal and is easily manipulated by those with agendas.
The idea of justice is an illusion meant to keep the working classes in line with the bullshit belief that if you work hard then things will work out in the end.
Religion is far too great of an opiate for the masses. Far too many people refuse to face reality and instead placate themselves with magical people with magical plans. God will fix this, Jesus will fix that.
Governments can become so big that as an institution it spends an inordinate amount of time protecting itself from the wrongs it, its employees, and its agents have caused.
People really don’t give a rat’s ass unless it directly affects them.
People would rather victim blame because it’s far much easier to blame the victim than it is to admit that society’s biases and blindspots led to the victim being injured or harmed.
Some parents can be outright shitheads that should have been sterilized at puberty.
Humans are not nearly as smart or advanced as we think we are.
Expecting people to simply forget the past and move on and stop whinging doesn’t work. Especially when there is no acknowledgement of the past events.
Death is peaceful. Death is also the great equalizer. Death is the relief from the pain of life.
And those are the ten things that I believe to be absolutely certain.
Well, gonna head into work and get some drawings done. But before I go in, just thought that I’d say my piece about the latest news regarding the Canadian Armed Forces.
13 years ago I would have greeted the appointment of a female as the Chief of Defence Staff. But I’ve come to realize that the Chief of Defence Staff isn’t in a position to fix the issues with the Canadian Armed Forces. These issues are institutional issues that are created by how the Canadian Forces function.
Lt.-Gen. Jennie Carignan
Call me cynical, but there is no way that Ms. Carignan will be able to overcome the defects in the Canadian Armed Forces without a massive restructuring. Ms. Carignan has far too many subordinates running their own personal little fiefdoms in their own little silos to allow her to upset their decades long routes to easy retirement.
Since I had my unfortunate involvement with the defective CFNIS in March of 2011 the Canadian Forces has had 5 Chief of Defence Staff.
from Wikipedia.
In almost the same period of time there have been 9 different Vice Chief of Defence Staff.
from Wikipedia
And since 2011 we’ve had Tim Grubb, Rob Delaney, Simon Trudeau as the Provost Marshal. We’ve also had various commanders of the CFNIS such as the infamous Lt.-Col. Gilles Sansterre who was called “the incurious investigator” by the media because he didn’t want to know about the sexual abuse of young boys by the Afghan Forces on a base that was administered by the Canadian Forces in Afghanistan.
And remember, the Provost Marshal is directly subordinate to the Vice Chief of Defence Staff.
Section 18 of the Revised Statutes of Canada, 1985, Chapter N-5 National Defence Act
Yep, that’s right. The Provost Marshal who is supposed to be a Peace Officer as defined by the Criminal Code of Canada is under the direct command of someone who is NOT a Peace Officer.
Section 83 of the Revised Statutes of Canada, 1985, Chapter N-5 National Defence ActSection 85 of the Revised Statutes of Canada, 1985, Chapter N-5 National Defence Act
So there you have an entire section of the Canadian Armed Forces that is bound by the National Defence Act to dysfunction. It’s literally hard coded into the National Defence Act.
Even if Lt.Gen Carignan wanted to get to clean up the dysfunction in the Canadian Forces Military Police Group, she’s in for a massive battle. She will never hear the truth from low ranking investigators as those investigators may be under instructions by their superiors to simply blow sunshine up Ms. Carignan’s ass.
If you were an investigator with the rank of Sergeant or Master Corporal, and you had Lt.Gen. Carignan say “come talk to me if you have any issues you’d like to talk about”, but yet your direct chain of command told you to think twice about telling the Lt. Gen. anything but “happy time fairy tales” whatcha gonna do?
Remember, in the Canadian Forces you’re not simply gonna tootle off to NDHQ in Ottawa to have a chit-chat with the Chief of Defence Staff. No, first you have to ask your chain of command for leave from your duties. This of course is going to be where you have to explain to your chain of command why you’re going to Ottawa to see the CDS.
And when you explain to your local chain of command that you think that they’re incompetent and that they interfere too much in your investigations, guess what? Please see sections 83 and 85 of the National Defence Act.
Think I’m over exaggerating?
Three retired supreme court justices have reviewed the military justice system since 2014. And all three have basically pinched their noses at the stench and given the system a hearty thumbs down.
You can’t have a proper justice system when people with parochial and political agendas can simply issue orders in relation to any investigation.
The only way in which Lt. Gen. Carignan will ever be able to reform the rot within the Canadian Armed Forces is to abolish the Canadian Forces Military Police Group and to hand over the prosecution of all offences that are not of a purely military nature to the RCMP.
As long as Section 83 and 85 of the National Defence Act exist, junior subordinates will never be free to tell the truth about the interference from their chain of command.
And as long as their chain of command is allowed to interfere, issues will go unreported and uncorrected. This will always lead the military to the situation that it finds itself in right now. Unable to clean house because of its heavily compromised police agency.
Well, seeing as how I don’t have ovaries I have to get my estrogen the good ol’ fashioned way like nature intended.
Through a transdermal patch.
A trans on a trans………. I think I just made a joke?
ovaries inna box
I’ve noticed some changes so far.
But I’m still a few weeks away from the changes really becoming pronounced.
And this ain’t cheap. Those 8 packages are just over $30.00 each for 8 patches. That works out to $3.75 per patch.
The prescription calls for 4 patches per week, so those patches will last for 3.25 months. So in one year I’ll be looking at using 208 patches. This works out to about $800 per year. And that’s if I stay with the four 50 microgram patches per week. As I progress along my dosage will be increased. It could go up from 100 micrograms (two 50 microgram patches) up to a maximum of 400 micrograms (four 100 microgram patches). So yeah, this will get pretty expensive.
And no, this isn’t covered by provincial medical and it’s not covered by my Pacific Blue Cross insurance yet.
So, if you hear alt-right nutcases whinging on about “state subsidized trannies” or government paying to force transexuals on the rest of society there isn’t any such thing. There are special cases where the government will subsidize the cost of the medications, but this generally isn’t the case, at least not for me.
So, what am I?
Male, Female, or non-binary?
I definitely am not male. I’ve never really identified as male.
And NO, this so called “gender confusion” has nothing to do with the babysitter, McRae, or Totzke. I have honestly never identified with being a male. But the environment that I grew up in would never have allowed for the expression of an identity that did not match the junk between my legs.
Yes, there will be those who will scream that the civilian world was not much different than life in a military family living on a military base. And sure, the civilian world back in the ’70s and ’80s wouldn’t have been a cake walk for a trans kid, but……… in the civilian world there was no official order demanding that you rat out your co-worker or your neighbour. In the military community there was CFAO 19-20. And yes, CFAO 19-20 didn’t apply to military dependents directly, but it set the attitude of the members of the Canadian Forces that people who didn’t conform to sexual norms were mentally defective and a liability.
But, what will I identify as?
Me, I’m going to go with the letter “X”.
There are far too many areas in North America where identifying as a trans female isn’t legal, and travel wise there are some areas as well that don’t accept genders different from what you were born as. However, almost every jurisdiction will accept “X”.
And as I said, I’m not going for bottom surgery. I’ll get parts removed, but that’s it. I’m not getting things created. So in the end I’ll look like a Ken doll, but a Ken doll with breasts. And not as muscular or masculine……..
Washrooms? Thankfully most places have unisex / single washrooms. I haven’t ever encountered problems going to the men’s room in the lower mainland, or Iceland, or Washington state or Oregon. I suppose there is the possibility that this might change once my breasts start to become larger and more visible. Women’s room? Probably not. That’s far too much of a hornet’s nest for me to go poking just to take a piss. Even though I will eventually become a sitter and unable to use urinals, going into the women’s room will undoubtedly trigger some people, and I ain’t going there.
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