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The Class Action

Not too much to update on the class action.

Still going through the appeals process.

Although the Alberta judge ruled that this class action could proceed against the Department of National Defence and the Canadian Armed Forces for their bungled handling of the affair on Canadian Forces Base Namao, the CAF and the DND have dug their heels in.

The underlying goal is to have me removed as the representative plaintiff, which would more or less be the death knell for this action.

What the Canadian Armed Forces and the Department of National Defence have on their side is the frequent changes to the National Defence Act and the Criminal Code of Canada.

The DND and the CAF also seem to be leaning very heavily into the fact that the vast majority of Canadians have no recollection or knowledge of the various inquiries and hearings over the years that found the military justice system to be extremely inadequate and subject to manipulation by superior officers.

The DND and the CAF also seem to be conducting an experiment in law called “Schrodinger’s Base Brat”

Schrodinger’s Base Brat.
Subject at all times to the Defence Establishment Trespass Regulations, and the Code of Service Discipline when outside of Canada with their serving parent, but cannot expect protection from pedophile members of the Canadian Armed Forces.

Also DND and the CAF seem to be stonewalling in the search for other victims.

It’s not like the DND or the CFNIS have to take on a massive hunt for other victims.

DND and the CAF already have the names of the other ~25 victims of Captain McRae and his helpers that the base military police, the CFSIU, the modern day CFNIS, (ret) Brigadier General Daniel Edward Munro, and the various officers on the courts martial panel know.

It’s also worth wonder if the DND or the CAF have settled with previous victims of Captain McRae and his helpers.

To date the DND and the CAF have insisted that they were never responsible for the safety of children living in military housing located on military bases. The DND and the CAF have also indicated that they have no responsibility for the actions of their service members towards civilians.

Are DND and the CAF just going to run the clock out? This is a favourite tactic of the CAF and the DND. Dead plaintiffs can’t set precedents and can’t claim compensation.

I get to apply for Medical Assistance in Dying in 15 months and 21 days.

All the DND, the CAF, and the DOJ have to do is delay, delay, delay.

But Bobbie, you simply have to stay alive or you’re just going to let the DND, the CAF, and the DOJ win.

Who fucking cares?

Through the 14 years of lies, bullshit, and subterfuge since this matter began in 2011 my father has died. Master Corporal Richard Wayne Gill will not have to explain what deals he made in 1980 with the chain of command.

When my father gave his statement to the CFNIS in 2011, he contradicted social service records and medical records that existed in three provinces that he was unaware of. When I examined him for federal court in 2013, he outright contradicted his statement to the CFNIS. I first gave my social service records to the CFNIS in 2011, then again in September of 2015 when the RCMP suggested to the CFNIS to take another go at the investigation. In 2015 I even gave a copy of the examination that I gave to my father in 2013. You would think that the CFNIS would want to hear the explanation from him as to why there was such a discrepancy between his statement to the CFNIS in 2011 and his statements to social services in 1980 through 1986. Nope, the CFNIS weren’t concerned in the slightest. They had the story they wanted. And that’s all they needed.

The goal of the CAF and the CFNIS in 2011 was to bury this matter. After all the babysitter insisted during a telephone call to Master Corporal Robert Jon Hancock that “Anything he had been involved in as a youth has already been handled by the military” and “if charges were to be brought against him, a lawyer would handle that”.

What deals did the CAF and the DND make with my father in 1980 and then again in 2011? We’ll never know.

My brother died in 2024. We’ll never know what drove him to start injecting ketamine, but apparently he was suffering from major depression and anxiety due to the events of CFB Namao and the dysfunctional household that we grew up in that the CAF shielded from public social services.

What deals did the CAF and the DND make with the babysitter? Again, we’ll never know. Any agreement reached between the babysitter and the DND and the CAF will no doubt be covered by a massive Non Disclosure Agreement.

And yes, NDAs are often applied in these matters. I’m already covered by an NDA. Yeah, I can mention the existence of an NDA. But I can’t mention a single detail about it.

Does the CAF, the DND, or the DOJ have any intention of justice or compensation for the children abused on CFB Namao by an officer of the regular force that were subsequently swept under the rug and posted off to various bases across Canada?

I don’t think so.

This case is so fucking toxic for the CAF and the DND.

Up to now the DND and the CAF have been able to claim that there was never a problem with child sexual abuse on the bases in Canada simply due to the lack of prosecutions.

Meanwhile the truth is we’ll never know how many instances of child sexual abuse were swept under the rug due to the 3-year-time-bar flaw, the summary investigation flaw, the fact that commanding officers had the authority of provincial crown prosecutors to approve or disapprove of criminal code charges against their subordinates, the fact that the CAF has sole jurisdiction to investigate and prosecute service offences, that service offences included all criminal code offences, and that the military retains sole jurisdiction for historical service offences.

The other thing that the DND and the CAF like to insist upon is that all of the questionable members of the Canadian Forces or its various predecessors prior to unification in 1968 were all one-offs, like each base was operated by an independent franchisee like 7-11 stores or McDonald’s.

Colonel Russell Williams
Base Commander of Canadian Forces Base Trenton
Most of the undergarments that he stole belonged to young girls
Agreed to plead guilty to the murders and the rapes so long as the crown didn’t charge him with possession of child pornography that was on a hard drive found in the basement of his home.

RCAF member Sgt. Alexander Kalichuk.
Was found to be driving around the backroads adjacent to RCAF Station Centralia offering free panties to girls aged 9 and 10. Was associated with the Lynn Harper family.

Corporal Donald Joseph Sullivan.
Enlisted in the Canadian Armed Forces WHILE being investigated by the Ottawa Police Service for numerous sexual assaults on Boy Scouts in the 1970s.
Was kicked out of the military in 1985 after sexually assaulting children on Canadian Forces Base Gagetown.
These charges were not made known to the provincial crown or entered into CPIC.

All of these men were recruited by the Canadian Armed Forces or the various branches that existed prior to unification in 1968. All of these men were vetted as being suitable for service. All of these men had easy access to the children of service members living on the bases in Canada.

If any of these men molested children living on Canadian Armed Forces Bases prior to 1998, charges can never be brought due to the 3-year-time-bar that existed prior to 1998 as service offences included all criminal code offences that were committed by a service member while subject to the code of service discipline. Regular force members are subjected to the code of service discipline 24/7/365 from the day they enlist until the day they retire ( or are booted from the military). The National Defence Act states that any service offence committed by a person who is no longer subject to the code of service discipline but who would have been at the time of the offence remains the jurisdiction of the Canadian Armed Forces.

There are no exceptions to this.

A sexual pervert or deviant that was a member of the Canadian Armed Forces has the right to expect their service offence to be dealt with by the defective military justice system as it was prior to 1998. Which means that the 3-year-time-bar applies as does the requirement for a summary investigation.

This is why you don’t hear of charges against members of the Canadian Armed Forces for sexual crimes against military dependents that occurred prior to 1998.

Am I a morning person or a night person.

Daily writing prompt

Are you more of a night or morning person?

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I’m definitely not a day person.

Far too many people to deal with during the day.

Night is better, but I have to deal with my daemons at night.

I’m more of a sleep person.

What are my favourite animals?

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What are your favorite animals?

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Anything but humans.

Humans are an evolutionary disaster.

We have brains that can remember, plan, and forecast.

But instead of using our brains to their highest potential we use our brains to lie, steal, maim, scheme, and deceive.

Some of us even hallucinate magic beings that justify our misdeeds.

Others use these magical beings to inflict their wills upon others, even with the goal of intentionally causing pain, suffering, and even death.

Apple

How much of Apple’s revenue is driven by their faux concern about “privacy” and “Security”?

My brother dropped dead of an OD last year. Cops only found his corpse after the downstairs neighbours complained of a foul liquid dripping through the ceiling. I am his only living next-of-kin, hence why I got woken up by my local police force on behalf of a police force in a difference province about 1800 km away.

Made arrangements with the coroner to have his body transported to a crematorium after the autopsy. Paid to have his body cremated. Flew to this other city on a flight booked at a bereavement rate. Booked a hotel on a bereavement rate.

When I arrived at this other city met with the landlord, checked his apartment for personal effects, grabbed his iPhone, his Apple watch, and his Macbook. Couldn’t really access much in the apartment as most of the flooring had been removed as part of the cleanup process. So I signed the paperwork authorizing the landlord to dispose of his belongings. The next day I picked up his ashes from the crematorium, filed for survivor benefits under the Canada Pension Plan, and gave the landlord a copy of his certificate of cremation and transferred the ownership of my brother’s car to the landlord for disposal.

Gave the hotel a copy of his certificate of cremation to validate the bereavement rate

Gave the airline a cpoy of his certificate of cremations to validate the bereavement rate

The crematorium had forwarded a copy of his certificate of cremation to Equifax and Trans Canada Credit.

The crematorium had also sent a copy of his certificate of cremation to the Canada Pension Plan so that they would accept my claim for CPP survivor benefits.

When I got home, I did factory restores of the three devices.

Activation lock……

Okay, fine, not a big deal. I don’t want access to his information. The life he led I’m pretty sure that some things are better left unknown, otherwise I’m pretty sure that I’d be obligated to get law enforcement involved. But I could have given the devices away.

Nope.

Apparently Apple can’t verify a death from a Death Certificate, a certificate of cremation, a coroner’s report, a phone call to the coroner, or a phone call to the investigating officer.

They need a court order…….. not for access to his information. As I said, somethings are better left unknown.

Court orders run in the neighbourhood of $10k.

I’m not great at a lot of things, but I am good with math. $10k – $2500.00 = $7500.00

So, I’d be $7500.00 in the hole for equipment that brand new was worth $2500.00

And when you consider that I am not the only person in this situation, this actually works out pretty good in Apple’s favour. Perfectly functional hardware going to the e-recycler or the landfill means devices that Apple doesn’t have to compete against. This translates into sales of new equipment.

Well, it’s your brother’s fault for not setting you up as the next of kin.

We hadn’t spoken to each other in ages. Our family was extremely dysfunctional.

But that didn’t matter to the police force that found his body.

That didn’t matter to the coroner

That didn’t matter to the crematorium

That didn’t matter to the airline

That didn’t matter to the hotel.

That hasn’t matted to the various creditors looking for payment on his massive debts

I was the only person that they could find contact information for and that was good enough to have his corpse cremated.

So it should be more than good enough for Apple to remove the activation lock from a device and allow it to be used by someone else after it has been wiped and updated.

Nope.

Gotta divert this stuff to e-waste or landfill so we don’t have to compete against it on the resale market

Two little resistors, so much headache.

Every now and again something pops up that brings Richard back with full force.

I will be so very happy when I am finally freed of Richard.

I started getting into BACnet at the hospital back around 2019 when the outside contract management was replaced with in house management.

Our plant was so far in the dark ages. Pneumatics still make up the vast majority of our controls.

One of the first thing that I started doing when I became the Chief engineer was to start nibbling away at a lot of the inadequacies of our ancient automation systems. And this is where BACnet came in.

I’ve never used BACnet prior to this position. Networking I’ve done. I’ve worked with RS-485 networks before. I’ve got decent knowledge of controls. I’ve also learnt that proprietary licenced controllers are no longer the only way to accomplish automation.

One of the reasons that I’ve taken a shine to ABB drives over the last few years is that they can run by themselves without the need for expensive proprietary controllers that can only be programmed with expensive proprietary software developer kits, proprietary interfaces, and exorbitant licencing fees.

I’ve also installed various other devices that further expand the monitoring capabilities of the system.

But, there was always one piece of equipment that I could never get to work reliably.

With RS-485 networks, the network is supposed to be laid out in one continuous daisy chain. The network is not supposed to have stars or stubs.

Daisy Chain is good.

Stars, rings, backbone with stubs, backbone with stars are bad.

That’s where repeater hubs come in to play.

Or at least so I thought.

Some of the equipment would work fine on a hub, some equipment would work at super slow baud rates, and some equipment absolutely refused to operate at all.

I could never figure out what was going wrong. I thought that my dream of expanding BACnet all over the hospital was a dying dream.

Recently I happened across some documents from Texas Instruments talking about recommended design of circuits using their RS-485 transceiver chips used in communication equipment.

Up to this point in time I had always used MSA Fieldserver BACnet routers as the interface for the network loops. On the router are switches for each port.
Bias (+)
Bias (-)
Term

I had always set the positive and negative bias on, and of course the terminator resistor was turned on. I would also set the terminator resistor at the end of the loop to be on as well.

Well, being the complete idiot that I am, I never noticed that the hubs that I was using, and I’ve tried three different brands, had termination resistors, but they had no bias resistors.

I should have clued into the fact that the outputs of these hubs are galvanically isolated.

To be galvanically isolated, the outputs can’t be tied high to a common power supply nor can the outputs be tied low to a common ground. And this is why they couldn’t have biasing resistors.

This means that while the network was terminated, the 0 and 1 levels were not being defined properly and they’d go all over the place due to common mode voltage.

Some equipment like my ABB drives could handle the floating loop, but other equipment obviously expected the loop to not only be terminated, but to be biased. Equiment like the ABB drives can actually supply the bias voltages for the loop. Most of my other equipment can’t supply the bias voltages.

So, with the knowledge of my lack of knowledge in hand, and with Richard laughing widely in my brain, I soldered up a pair of 4.7k resistors with some hookup wire and some heat-shrink.

The resistors that were missing were the RFS1 and RFS2 which form the bias for the network. The two RT resistors are the termination resistors.

With this diagram as a reference, RFS1 = 4700 ohms, RT = 120 ohms, and RFS2 = 4700 ohms.

As soon as I connected RFS1 from the DC power rail to terminal (A) the LED on the port actually illuminated and started flickering on and off indicating data transmission. And once RFS2 was connected from (B) to ground the intensity of the LED changed the flashing was more defined. A check of my laptop showed that all communication errors on this node went away and all of the devices were back on line.

Why did some equipment work while others didn’t?

Simple.

The ABB, Yaskawa, and Schneider variable speed drives that I have in use at the hospital all have the capability to inject bias on to the loop.

Other equipment that I have such as the flow meters and the actuators typically don’t have the ability to inject bias into the network, and so the network common mode voltages will go all over the place. If the network is allowed to float all over the place the transceivers get confused.

But Bobbie, people make mistakes all the time, you caught this one.

No, the one problem that I face is that I have no paperwork, therefore when I make a mistake it’s because I’m an outright moron. When people with degrees and certificates create massive mistakes, fuhgeddaboudit, don’t worry about it.

It’s actually quite funny, but in a sad and tragic way.

Trades, certificate programs, diploma programs, they’re all made for people without scars. You got scars? Piss off and get outta here.

Well Bobbie, it’s your own damn fault, you should have taken a real trade when you were younger, don’t bitch at us.

Back in my day, to get into the trades you needed either the support of your family or the support of social services.

That wasn’t going to happen.

Being a military dependent is odd in the sense that because you’ve moved amongst the provinces, you’re the other province’s issue.

When I found myself unemployed during Alberta’s recession in 1991, Alberta was willing to give me a bus ticket back to Ontario.

When I first moved to Vancouver in 1992, BC Social Services was more than willing to give me a bus ticket back to Alberta.

When I moved out to Toronto in 1993, Ontario wanted to buy me a bus ticket back to Nova Scotia. Sure, I was born in Nova Scotia. Ain’t got any family out there. My father just happened to the stationed at Canadian Forces Base Shearwater when I popped out.

Your father’s employed with the Canadian Armed Forces, you don’t qualify for this aid program.

You’re a military brat, surely the Canadian Forces is the place for you.

This training program only covers you if you meet these criteria points.

You have no collateral.

You’re gonna need somebody to co-sign a loan for you.

Can’t you get a job where your employer will let you take paid time off whenever you need too?

Find your mother, she’ll fund you.

Tell your father you’re sorry for fucking with his military career when you got abused by Captain McRae and maybe he’ll give you some money.

Why don’t you shack up with someone and let them pay your bills.

What about finding a program that takes your knowledge into account?

Those programs typically existed back in the ’70s and ’80s, but they don’t exist any longer. Basically you’d have to interrupt your entire life and take a full-on trade program that may or may not give you any credit for your adult experience.

I am so looking forward to this…….

As I’ve said before, I will be so devastated if the Government of Canada falls through on implementing Medical Assistance in Dying for reasons of Mental Health.

Roger Bazin pt ?.

In the aftermath of the investigation of Captain McRae in May of 1980, Captain McRae was relieved of his duties.

Major Roger Bazin was brought in to assist Captain McRae with his duties.

In the time after I had been discovered being buggered by my babysitter (McRae’s altar boy) in his bedroom in May of 1980, and before the fire at the babysitter’s PMQ on June 23rd, 1980 the babysitter had caught me in the change rooms at the base swimming pool.

He aggressively escorted me over to the sauna where there was a man waiting in the sauna for me to perform oral sex on him. The questions that the man asked about my ability to perform oral sex and the answers the babysitter gave indicated to me that this man and the babysitter weren’t just randomly in the sauna at the pool.

I turned 9 in September of 1980 if that’s any indication. The babysitter at this point in time was just weeks shy of his 15th birthday. The man had to have been in his 40s.

Anyways, when I received the 1980 CFSIU investigation paperwork in 2018 the name Bazin jumped out at me. After Bazin had retired from the Canadian Forces he was involved with paying a cash settlement to a family for inappropriate sexual relations with their son. Apparently this occurred in a small religious community in northern Ontario and the family didn’t want to make a fuss. And more importantly Bazin had been investigated in 2010 for molesting a young child on Canadian Forces Base Borden when he was the base chaplain in 1974.

The case against Bazin was strong enough that it made it to court. Sadly this case got derailed by the 3-year-time-bar.

And that’s more or less what happened with my complaint.

Apparently the CFNIS contacted Bazin and asked him if he remembered anything from Canadian Forces Base Namao. Nope. Couldn’t remember anything.

Now, what I don’t understand is why the CFNIS never went any further and tried to contact the babysitter to see who this man was that he provided me to. Was it Bazin or was it someone else?

And if it was someone else, who was it?

Was it a member of the reserves?

Was it a member of the regular forces?

Was it a civilian relative of a service member like a brother or a brother in law?

I feel pretty safe in saying that middle aged men just don’t randomly hang out in the saunas at the Rec Centres on Canadian Forces Bases hoping to get blown by 8 year old boys.

Comments from my babysitter to Corporal Robert Jon Hancock

I wonder what the Canadian Armed Forces actually knew about the babysitter and the extents of what he did on CFB Namao from 1978 until 1980. I wonder why the Canadian Forces are “handling” things for him.

Did the Canadian Forces know in 1980 who this man was?

How many other kids was the babysitter pimping out to “men in saunas” and military chaplains?

When the military agreed to “handle” things for the babysitter, was the military trying to protect the babysitter, or was the chain of command trying to cover their own asses and limit their liability?

The only reason I can think of for the CFNIS in 2020 not wanting to talk to the babysitter to positively identify the man in the sauna is that this would result in yet another civil action.

Well, missed this one.

https://ottawacitizen.com/news/local-news/priest-guilty-of-assault-and-sex-assault-at-nordik-spa

This apparently happened back in 2016.

Another Canadian Armed Forces military chaplain was involved with unwanted sexual touching.

I can’t be the only one sensing a trend going on here.

Captain Father Angus McRae (chaplain).

Captain McRae’s altar boy.

Brigadier General Roger Bazin (chaplain)

Corporal Donald Joseph Sullivan (instructor of altar boys)

and now Captain Jean El-Dahdouh (chaplain).

And no, these aren’t the only chaplains.

Unfortunately the way military record keeping worked is that military convictions via summary trial or courts martial were not compiled in a database or made known to the Canadian Police Information Centre (CPIC). The only way that the sexual escapades of a member of the Canadian Armed Forces ever made it into the public realm is if the member appealed their military conviction in the Courts Martial Appeal Court of Canada (CMAC). Only after the conclusion of a CMAC appeal would the fact that a courts martial occurred become public knowledge. This is how the Ontario Crown was completely unaware of Donald Joseph Sullivan’s military convictions for child sexual abuse when he was sentenced in the 2000s for sexually abusing children in the ’80s.

Who knows how many kiddie diddler chaplains there were in the Canadian Armed Forces.

Somehow Captain El-Dahdouh got the bright idea to assault women at a nordic spa in Chelsea in the province of Quebec.

Two of his known victims were 17.

Apparently the Canadian Armed Forces took swift and decisive move in 2016 of suspending the good Captain until he was convicted in 2019. Not sure if he was confined to barracks, or suspended with pay.

Going to go out on a limb here and I’ll just assume that the Canadian Forces National Investigation Service conducted one heckuva detailed investigation to see if the good Captain had any interactions with military dependents under the age of 18 on which ever bases Captain El-Dahdouh had been stationed at or had visited.

All I can say is that it’s a damn good thing that these incidents of abuse occurred OFF-BASE and after December 1998 and the passage of Bill C-25(1998).

Had these abuses occurred on base prior to 1998, then the 3-year-time-bar would have been in full effect as well as the summary investigation flaw. Even if the women had reported Captain El-Dahdouh to the military police or the CFSIU right away, the women would have had to hope like hell that Captain El-Dahdouh’s commanding officer didn’t simply dismiss the charges brought against Captain El-Dahdouh.

“He was just being overly friendly”

“He had a little too much to drink”

“Ministering to the military causes a lot of stress”

I wonder how his commanding officer would have explained this away.

Privacy

Sometimes you gotta wonder what drives companies like Apple to shape their “privacy” policies like they do.

Sometime around July 31st, 2024 my brother Scott fell and died in his apartment.

Looks like he had been participating in a “Ketamine Infusion Therapy” program and became addicted to Ketamine. According to Scott’s landlord Scott had graduated from snorting Ketamine to injecting Ketamine.

His death wasn’t noticed until he started leaking through the floor into the suite below.

The VPD contacted me on August 12th, 2024 on behalf of the Edmonton Police Service to inform me of the death. They gave me the contact information for the EPS officer investigating the matter.

I contacted the EPS officer and she gave me some of the details. She asked me to contact the Alberta Coroner to make arrangements for the disposal of Scott’s body.

The Alberta coroner told me that I’d have to wait until the official cause of death was determined and then someone had to collect his body from the coroner’s office and have it buried or cremated.

I asked the coroner if they had tried to contact anyone else.

Nope. They couldn’t find anyone else.

I contacted the EPS officer and asked her if they tried to contact his former wife or any of his girlfriends or even our stepmother in Morinville, AB.

The stepmother was unreachable and the phone numbers I had for Richard were not in use anymore.

I had no contact information for the former wife or any of his girlfriends, and the police couldn’t find anything else.

I was therefore the only legal next of kin.

And the police had no indication of any other information.

So, I made arrangements with the Alberta coroner and a crematorium to have my brother’s body transferred there and I would pick the ashes up.

I made the trip up to Edmonton and went to his apartment to try to locate any documents or records.

It wasn’t safe to walk around in there as the floor had been removed from the apartment as his bodily fluids had spilt all over the place and ruined the flooring.

Even though most of the flooring had been removed, the stench of his death and decomposition was still overwhelming in the suite. I couldn’t spend more than 10 minutes in the space before becoming overwhelmed with the urge to vomit.

Apparently his cats had been shitting and pissing all over the apartment. They had found one of the cats, but the last cat was hiding out in the joist space under the floor and was continuing to shit and piss all over the place. The cats had been drinking the water out of the toilet and had emptied the toilet out to the point that sewer gas was coming into the apartment.

From what I’ve been able to piece together, Scott received an inheritance from Richard when Richard died. Scott had used his inheritance to buy this “condo”. I say “condo” as this seems to be a scam going on in Edmonton where old apartment buildings are turned into condos and the apartment suites are sold off as condo units.

Scott’s ketamine habit had increased to the point that he sold off his condo for cash and was renting it back from the person that he had sold it to. This probably explains his urgency to settle the class action lawsuit with the Canadian Forces and why he kept getting agitated when I’d inform him that the DND and the CAF were doing everything in their power to delay the initiation of settlement negotiations until after I underwent M.A.i.D..

Scott had texted me around July 29th, 2024 asking about the settlement. So I think he was at the end of his rope. His depression and his anxiety were obviously keeping him from regular employment, his Amazon business wasn’t doing good. So, I can’t help but wonder if he took the final jab of Ketamine to escape the impending collapse of his world due to all of his creditors looking for money.

I did manage to grab his iPhone, his Apple watch, and his Macbook.

Now, you’d think that it would be a simple matter to call up Apple and either get access to my brother’s accounts to at least find contact information for his friends and girlfriends and ex-wife.

Fuck no.

Why would a certificate of death and a certificate of cremation mean anything to Apple? It’s like these silly fucking companies just throw all common sense out the fucking door. It’s the easiest way for them to insulate themselves from having to give a fuck in the slightest.

I know that when Richard died, Sue gave Scott all of our childhood pictures that Richard had. Scott told me after we started talking again that he just threw the pictures in the garbage. But Scott doesn’t do shit like that. He would have scanned the pictures for himself. Just the way he was.

But again, does a certificate of cremation with my name and address listed on an official document matter?

Nope.

“We need you to go to court and become appointed as his executor”……

Fuck that.

I paid $2,500 for the cremation of a brother that I was estranged from due to our father’s shitty parenting skills.

And now Tim Cook and Apple want me to dish out $7k to $10k to be appointed his “executor”?

So far I have been contacted by just about every credit card and service provider in Canada looking for payment of his extensive debts.

The running total of his debts is over $60k.

Not being the executor means that I’m not responsible for these debts at all.

Which is great because I don’t think he had any assets. And the headache of being appointed his executor just isn’t worth the hassle of paying for a private investigator to try to track down all of his relations to see if they had a will or access to his assets.

“BuT boBbIe, If YoU dOn’T wAnT tO bE hIs ExEcUtOr WhY sHoUlD yOu HaVe AcCeSs To HiS aCcOuNt”…..

Well, the Edmonton Police Service, the Alberta Coroner, and the Alberta Government have declared that I am his sole next of kin. Why the fuck do I need a court order declaring the exact same thing?

If Scott thinks that I wrongfully had him cremated he can call the police and make a complaint.

Instead we get companies like Apple that try to absolve themselves of any responsibility by hiding behind almost insurmountable barriers.

You would think that if anyone wanted any proof of my legal relationship to my brother that it would be the Edmonton Police Service, the Alberta Coroner’s Service, or even the crematorium.

Nope, everyone was fine with me claiming my brother’s body and having my brother’s body cremated, but Apple wants to be the paragon of legal “i” dotting and “t” crossing.

If it wasn’t for Microsoft being even more dysfunctional and dystopian than Apple I would never have switched to Apple back in 2021.

And yes, this is the problem when basically two tech companies and their lawyers lock everything down.

Why does Apple do this?

Dead people don’t need privacy.

Can you imagine what would happen if the police could convince the next of kin of a cartel member or an arms smuggler to allow law enforcement to have access to their next of kin’s equipment?

Just imagine what would happen if one of Jeffrey Epstein’s multiple clients died and their estranged next-of-kin had access to their Apple account and their hardware?

Even if Apple wasn’t worried about retribution, they would surely be worried about the sale of their equipment to people wishing to hide things from prying eyes, and instead of having a policy that takes individual circumstance into account, it’s just better to have a blanket policy no matter how tone deaf the policy actually is.

What the fuck more does Apple want?

What the fuck can a court do that these documents can’t?

What do I do at work

At work I generally work so far out of my qualifications that it’s not funny.

And I think this is one of those issues that cause so much conflict between myself and my subordinates.

Power engineers are employed at hospitals like the one as I work at as provincial regulations require power engineers to be on shift to supervise and operate the power plant.

Power engineers are not trade qualified millwrights or industrial mechanics. You can have power engineers that have more qualification, such as a 4th class with a millwright’s ticket, or a 3rd class with an electrical ticket.

We take rounds and readings, make sure that chemical readings are done and that chemical levels are maintained properly. We supervise the boilers, the chillers, the heat recovery systems to ensure that the systems are running as efficiently as possible while maintaining the proper temperatures, air flows, and pressure differentials for the infection control.

I came into this position offering more skills than what is typical of a 4th class power engineer. But this is how I’ve always been. It’s always something that I’ve had to do in order to offset my horrific personality.

After all, when you don’t have any safety nets to fall back upon, you learn how to make yourself valuable.

This is one of the reasons it was always so easy for me to find employment in the bowling industry. Since the ’80s computers and electronics have found their way into bowling centres. Most centres didn’t have anyone that was familiar with electronics and so they would bleed with the electronic repairs. I come along, I can do the mechanical work with ease, but I can also do the electronic repairs in-house, which brings the expenses down substantially, considering that I’m getting paid the same amount as the mechanic with no skills in electrical, electronics. This makes me valuable even though I wasn’t making that much. Better to be poor and employed than poor and unemployed.

I have skills in electronics, networking, DDC, pneumatic controls, etc.

Working with machinery like the fan motor above is something that I can do.

Once I moved into the Chief Engineer’s position there was a sort of resentment directed towards me by the others in my section because there was no one doing the heavy duty work anymore.

Work that I had been doing since I started at the hospital fell to the wayside. Somehow I was not only unqualified to do the work, but now I was being lazy for not doing the work.

One thing that I’ve had to learn over the last few years is that mechanical aptitudes cannot be taught. A person either has a mechanical aptitude, or they don’t. And it’s no use banging your head into the cinderblock wall trying to instil a mechanical aptitude where there is none. It’s like trying to teach someone who has absolutely no interest in music how to read music and keep time. They may be able top memorize the scales, but it will never click for them.

I rebuilt the Phase 2 Domestic Water Booster Station back around 2012. The fun part was that none of the gate valves would hold. So I had to arrange to get ball valves threaded on pretty well as soon as as I pulled the regulators out. We finally managed to get the booster station replaced around 2019

Again, this was a project that I did by myself. This isn’t something that power engineers do.

I ran a copper compressed air line from the Phase 2 Level 4 mechanical room all the way down stairwell 13 and into the Burrard Building by myself. I had a company come in and radio graph the stairwell to guide me so that I’d miss the rebar and the buried conduits. Cored all of the holes by myself and soldered the entire length of pipe myself.

Sat. October 18th, 2024

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Describe a family member.

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Describe a family member……….

Well, I think I’ve described my father the best I can.

My stepmother? I didn’t really know her all that well even though she lived with us from August of 1980 onwards. There is a lot of truth to the old medieval stories about wicked stepmothers. Didn’t help much either that she was only about 10 to 12 years older than me and that my father started dating her while she was in her very late teens or early twenties.

Stepbrother? Again I don’t know him. I moved out of the house just after he turned 2. I had some brief contact with him when he was 5 and we moved to CFB Griesbach for Richard’s last posting but I haven’t seen him since.

My mother? I don’t really know her too well. She left when I was five. My father poured all sorts of lies and bullshit into my head when I was a kid. When I finally did meet her again in 1990, she was very damaged. When I saw her again in 2013 she was even worse than 1990. Extremely broken. But just about everyone who came into contact with Richard ended up being fucked up.

So, let’s talk about Scott.

Remember in my previous posting about my dealings with Sheldon Robb of the RCMP? I went to Edmonton in the summer of 2013 to see Scott to talk about the matter from Canadian Forces Base Namao. When Scott found out that I was going to meet with Sheldon Robb, Scott wanted to meet Sheldon. Scott wanted to ask Sheldon to check his CPIC history to see if there was anything in there that would explain why he couldn’t get into the States and why he was randomly being pulled over by the Edmonton Police Service.

We met with Sheldon at a Timmies in St. Albert. Sheldon was absolutely fascinated with and perplexed by the Captain McRae affair from CFB Namao and how things had unfolded.

Scott asked Sheldon if he had a chance to look into Scott’s CPIC file to see if there was anything that would explain his inability to cross the border and his frequent interactions with the police for traffic stops.

Sheldon proceeded to excuse himself saying that he had just received a text and he had to return to the detachment, but that we could meet again latter. There would be no later. When I called Sheldon the next day he explained that there were warrants for Scott’s arrest. And as Sheldon was with the federal RCMP and not the municipal Edmonton Police Service he’d have to arrest Scott and take him into custody.

After Scott’s death, I attended his apartment in Edmonton. Couldn’t stay for long in the suite as the entire floor had been removed and the smell of death and rot was still very heavy in the apartment. But I did manage to snag his passport before leaving. Around 2019 he had been denied entry into the States. He apparently made it to Mexico for gastric bypass surgery.

I can’t explain the difference between Scott and I. We were like night and day. Same household, same neglect, same mental, physical, and sexual abuse. Same alcoholic grandmother and same alcoholic father. Same rage fulled grandmother and same rage fulled father.

The one thing that I think may have possibly contributed to the difference is that Richard had dumped any responsibility for raising Scott on to me. I was responsible for my actions, and I would receive punishment if my actions were deemed inappropriate. I was also responsible for raising Scott as if he was my son, and if Scott got into trouble. Richard liked it this way. If I fucked up, it was my fault. If Scott fucked up, it was my fault. This way Richard could keep his hands clean. Wasn’t his fault that his kids were fucked up, it was always somebody else’s fault.

I guess the difference between Scott and myself would be best summed up by the fact that when I moved with Richard and Sue back to Edmonton in July of 1990, Scott didn’t move with us. Scott was still completing his sentence at St. John’s Training School for Boys in Uxbridge, Ontario.

Scott had detected early on that Richard would unleash on me for anything that Scott had done as I wasn’t “raising my brother right”. Scott had even delighted in telling one of his friends that if he wanted to get Richard to beat me up that all he’d have to do is take one of Richard’s screw drivers out of his toolbox, and just remove a screw from one of Richard’s computers or whatnot and that Richard would explode. It was a great source of pride for him.

Scott wasn’t too bad until we moved to Canadian Forces Base Downsview in North York, Ontario. That’s when things went off a cliff.

The first time that I knew Scott was getting in to trouble was when we went to Edmonton for the summer of 1985 to stay with our grandmother. Scott got picked up by the Edmonton Police Service for breaking into lockers in the men’s change room at the Kinsmen Sports Centre and stealing cash and credit cards.

When we got back to Toronto after the summer that’s when Scott and his friend Greg started getting into all sort of legal trouble. Greg was some civy kid that lived in the local neighbourhood.

Stealing cars, breaking into houses, breaking into semi trailers, breaking into warehouses. You name it Scott and his buddies were doing it. Scott tried stealing Richard’s ’83 Mustang GT once but he couldn’t drive standard. But he did steal our stepmother’s Pontiac Chevette once. Scott’s theft of the Chevette was directly tied by Richard to me allowing the babysitter to have abused Scott from 1978 until 1980.

I had a weekend job working for a man named Bob Becker. Bob owned a company call Trans American Video Amusements. He was a video game operator. He had a workshop up on Keele St. and Steele Ave. I’d go up on weekends and work on video games, pinball machines, or jukeboxes. Perfect job for a loner geek like me. Gave me a place to be away from Richard. Anyway Scott shows up with his buddy Greg and some friends. Scott has told Greg that I agreed to fix Greg’s V-6 Nova. Problem was I said no such thing. Greg was the last person that I’d ever do anything for. Greg and Scott made a habit of stealing my belongings. And the other problem was somebody had pulled all of the electrics out of the engine compartment and made a mess of it.

Even though I didn’t have a driver’s licence at the time I backed Bob’s truck out of the shop so Scott and Greg could push Greg’s car in. Once in Greg and Scott started looking for anything of value that they could pocket. Scott and Greg disappeared for a short bit but they came back around an hour later. After having no lock with the car I pushed it back outside and got the keys for Bob’s truck and drove it back in. Once back in that’s when I realized that Bob’s truck mounted mobile phone was missing and one of the side cutters from the shop were sitting on the floor by the remnant of the phone’s wiring harness.

There was no doubt that Scott and Greg stole the mobile phone. Stealing the truck would have been too obvious. And besides it was a late ’70s Chevy Karyvan with a large cube box and a lift gate on the rear. Definitely not the most indiscrete vehicle to steal.

When I worked for another small video game operator I would often do service calls for that company. That meant that I had to carry the master keys for the machines. I used to carry a pager. Vince or Ravi would message me if there were service calls for me to look at after school. Well, I checked the pager after school and it was a whole bunch of messages from Ravi and Vince. Both wanted to know how my some kid named Craig got hold of my keys. Turns out that Scott had taken my keys out of my bedroom and sold them to one of his friends for about $50.00 and then told this kid the addresses for a lot of the locations that Vince and Ravi had games at. This kid Craig got caught opening up machines and taking quarters out of the coin boxes.

In the years after Scott had been diagnosed with Grand Mal Epilepsy he developed this state where he would be asleep but if awoken he would be in an uncontrollable rage until he gained control. As he wasn’t allowed to smoke in his bedroom he’d often come downstairs and pass out on the couch in the “TV” room, or he’d pass out on my bed. After the first time or two of waking Scott up to get him to go upstairs and go to bed and being on the receiving end of his rages I decided that I would just go upstairs and sleep in the living room. Even Richard would no longer try to disturb Scott. In a way it was fun watching the once mighty Richard cower in front of Scott, but it was short lived joy as I would often be subject to the same rage.

How much trouble did Scott get into after I moved out for the first time in 1987, and then for good in September of 1990? I don’t know. I know that by his own admission he did some jail time.

When Scott finished his sentence at St. John’s he was sent out to Alberta. He moved in with Richard and Sue in their new house in Morinville, but his stay was even less than my three weeks in Sue’s house. Richard called me up one day at work and said that he wanted to stop by my place for a visit. Scott was in Richard’s car. Richard told Scott to get out of the car and that he was now my problem to look after, that Richard was washing his hands of us and that it was time our mother started looking after us. It took Scott less than three days to eat up all of my food and to get me some eviction warnings from Creepy Walter, the landlord. The warnings were due playing my music too loud. Wasn’t me playing the music, it was Scott. But same thing. I called Richard for help with the groceries. Fuck no, he had paid enough all of these years to raise us, I could fuck off if I thought I was getting another fucking penny out of him. He suggested that I hit up that bitch mother of mine and get her to foot some of the bill as he was sick and tired of not being able to enjoy his paycheque.

I made contact with Marie and she agreed to take Scott out to her acreage by Wabamum Beach.

After I left Edmonton in ’92 I never saw Scott again until 1996 when Scott showed up in Vancouver to go to “Columbia Academy for the Performing Arts ” on West Broadway. Richard called me up and told me that Scott was having car troubles and that I owed it to Richard to help Scott. So I did. Then Scott went away. He came back around 2000. He only stayed out here a short while, then he was gone again. Saw him once in 2003 when I drove to Edmonton over the summer. After that I never saw him again until 2013.

I would find out that after I left in ’92 he has stolen a truck from a car dealership in Canmore, AB and drove it all the way out to Ontario where the OPP caught him just outside of Kenora, Ontario. No doubt he was heading back to Toronto.

Scott was shipped back to Alberta to stand trial and he got sentenced to more time in juvie. Apparently Richard refused to have anything to do with Scott. And when Scott tried to get our mother Marie to pick him up Marie was hesitant as Scott had become extremely belligerent to her before he stole the van.

On the morning of January 1st, 2000 Scott gave a pair of Skytrain attendants my name, my social insurance number, and a fictitious address that had the proper postal code had that address actually existed. Scott worked for a company in the geographical area serve by this postal code and he knew fictitious addresses that would look as if they were plausible.

I didn’t discover the impersonation until 2006 when ICBC sent a collections agent after me. I knew the ticket wasn’t mine as I’ve never had a fare evasion ticket anywhere, AND more importantly I was at work on standby for the chaos that was supposed to break out due to the Y2K bug.

And I had been told by John Potter at my Sea Cadet corp in February of 1987 that Scott had used my name and SIN when he had been arrested for stealing yet another car. So Scott giving my name for a fare evasion ticket was par for the course.

In 2013 I had to track Scott down due to the statement that Richard had given to the CFNIS in 2011 and I also needed to serve Scott with a written examination for Federal Court for my judicial review to ask him some question “on the record” to be admitted to Federal Court as evidence.

Scott said that after having not spoken to them since 2008, Richard and Sue were in a panic to find Scott as Richard and Sue wanted to know what the fuck was going on and why I was giving Richard a subpoena for Federal Court.

I asked Scott what he meant that he hadn’t spoken to Richard and Sue since 2008. He asked me if I remembered Erik from the first time we lived on Greisbach in the ’80s.

Kinda, I replied.

Well, the pussy committed suicide back in 2008 and Richard and Sue wanted me to go to the funeral, but there was no way that I was going to go, not for him.

Why? What happened?

Well, I came across some credit cards. Okay, I stole some credit cards from the gas station I was working at. I gave Erik some of the cards and then we went over to West Edmonton Mall on a shopping spree. The thing is we got caught.

Scott then went on to explain that he used his previous experience in the criminal justice system to keep his mouth shut. “If the police have enough evidence to charge, they’ll charge. They don’t need to talk to you. If they’re talking to you they’re trying to get you to give them the evidence to charge you”. He said that Erik was so scared that he was trying to explain his way out of being charged, but that Scott just kept his mouth shut. In the end Erik took the fall for the entire affair and Scott walked away hands clean.

Of course, being charged with credit card fraud and receiving a jail sentence will pretty well prevent you from going places both travel wise and employment wise.

According to newspaper articles I’ve found, Erik went off the rails, started drinking, got into an incident at a bar, and then committed suicide a short time later.

I don’t really know how solid the relationship was between Scott and Erik was prior to the credit card matter. I know that when we lived on CFB Griesbach, Sue would often go hangout with her friend Darlene. If I remember right, Darlene and Sue knew each other from their time at AGT. Sue and I didn’t spend much time together, and she rarely took me on car rides, especially not on shopping trips, and especially not over to Darlene’s place. Scott was Sue’s constant companion. So much so that Sue took Scott for ice cream once at the DQ on Castle Downs road, as she was getting in the car with Scott, I asked her if I could come. Nope. Retards don’t get ice cream. She called me retard frequently after I was admitted into the Westfield program for emotionally disturbed children.

There was one time that I went to Darlene’s place that will forever stand out in my mind. Darlene and Sue had gone off to Londonderry Mall to do some shopping. Darlene provided her kids with just about everything they wanted. They had some video tapes with kids on them signing popular hits from the radio. This was definitely not something that Richard would have tolerated in his house. I’m signing along with the videos and having a good time. But then I realize that Scott, Erik, and Erik’s younger sister are nowhere to be found. After checking around outside I made my way upstairs and discovered Scott, Erik, and Erik’s younger sister naked as jaybirds playing doctor.

As the events of CFB Namao were still fresh in my head, and as I was still receiving “therapy” from Captain Terry Totzke, I knew that this wasn’t going to be good. So I fucking hightailed it back to the base. That was about a 1 hour walk, but I did an awful lot of walking as a kid anyways. I could walk from CFB Griesbach to grandma’s apartment on 107th and 111st whenever Richard had blown his fuse. I could walk to my job at Pizza Plus in Kingsway Garden Mall. Booking it back from Darlene’s place to the base wasn’t a problem, and was far preferable to getting caught in the same house as those three.

How close was the relationship between Scott and Erik? Don’t know. But they did see each other far more frequently than I ever did. And the fact that Scott thought that Erik was worthy enough of being Scott’s partner in crime means that they must have had more than just a casual relationship. But no matter how strong that relationship was, it wasn’t strong enough for Scott to not turn his back on his friend.

There were times after the 2011 CFNIS investigation where it became very clear that Richard was still very capable of playing head games with Scott. For instance, the morning of my Federal Court hearing Scott gets into my Facebook and Twitter feed with all sort of accusations that I had allowed and encouraged the babysitter to abuse us. A quick check of Scott’s facebook feed showed that Richard had shown up at Scott’s place the evening before and had given Scott all sorts of computers and computer equipment. No doubt Richard also took the opportunity to “set things straight” which explained Scotts weird tirade.

Scott kept up these accusation right up until 2020 the Military Police Complaints Commission released their report on the 2015 to 2018 CFNIS investigation in which they said that it was very clearly obvious that Captain McRae was a pedophile and that the military police and the CFSIU in 1980 were very much aware of the babysitter’s actions, that the babysitter was known to have molested numerous children on base and that the babysitter was actually receiving psychiatric care at the time for his sexual attraction to children.

Scott’s attitude further changed once my class action was filed and became public knowledge.

Was Scott evil?

No.

Scott came from the same fucked up and dysfunctional house as I did.

The difference between Scott and I probably comes down to the fact that I tried to desperately get out of the house whenever I could. I always had jobs at pet shops, or pizza shops, or working on electronics, etc.

Scott on the other hand was under the direct influence of Richard.

Richard was probably the single most toxic person that I ever knew.