Activist judges are never a good thing. Judges should always strive to impartial and to not let their personal opinions or personal beliefs and biases cloud their decisions. Themis is depicted wearing a blindfold and holding a scale. She is blindfolded so that she can only judge based upon the weight of the evidence placed upon her scales. Themis is not supposed to bow before any king, politician, or god. Rich and poor, religious and atheist are all supposed to be equal before her.
It’s always a scary thing when activist judges use their power to exert their personal views upon others.
I can’t find too much on Justice Simon R. Coval, other than he practiced commercial litigation before being appointed to the BC Supreme Court. You gotta ask yourself, how does a commercial litigator get to force someone to live if they don’t want to live.
And reading his reasoning for his judgement isn’t all that awe inspiring.
More of the “I know what’s good for you” father knows best B.S..
Gotta wonder if the outcome of this matter would have been any different had it been the husband that wanted to obtain M.A.i.D and the wife tried to stop the procedure vs. the wife wanting to obtain M.A.i.D. and the husband wanting to stop the procedure.
From the article “Coval said he recognized the injunction “is a severe intrusion into (the woman’s) personal and medical autonomy.”
“I can only imagine the pain she has been experiencing and I recognize that this injunction will likely make that worse,” he said. “
So, he was cognizant of the pain this woman is enduring, and he even acknowledged that this judgement was going to make things worse for this woman. But he obviously didn’t care when it came to imposing his opinion on another person.
Simon then takes of his commercial litigator’s hat and puts on his neuroscience expert’s hat and concludes “As I’ve said, the evidence suggests (her) situation appears to be a mental health condition or illness without a link to any physical condition and it may not only be remediable, but remediable relatively quickly,” he said.
Let me tell you a little secret about mental health treatment and mental health therapy Simon. All this shit does is teaches you how to mask your fucking issues so that no one has to hear your whinging and suffering.
That’s what the pills are for.
That’s what the therapy is for.
I’m the one who came from a dysfunctional military household.
I’m the one who endured the rage and anger of an alcoholic member of the Canadian Armed Forces.
I’m the one who was raised by his alcoholic grandmother that was suffering mental trauma from her time in Indian Residential School.
I’m the one who spent two years being sexually abused by his babysitter and escorted over to the base chapel to be given wine by a chaplain who would be charged with child sexual abuse.
I spent three years receiving “conversion therapy” from a military social worker that was hellbent on keeping a lid on the truth about CFB Namao.
I’m the one who had the military justice system slam the door in his face in 1977, 1980, 1984, 1985, 1990, 2011, 2018.
The Canadian Armed Forces helped my father avoid my apprehension by Alberta Social Services by transferring my father out of the jurisdiction of Alberta when Captain Totzke was informed about my impending apprehension.
I’m the one who spent his teenage years on Canadian Forces Base Downsview enduring the wrath of his father for having “fucked with his military career” and receiving physical abuse and mental abuse instead of receiving help with this diagnosed major depression and severe anxiety.
I’m the one who had to live with a father whose sole reason for keeping custody of the children he hated was so that he could control the costs.
I’m the one who had to live their life hating everything about themselves because that’s what was drilled into their fucking head.
And I am beyond fucking tired.
Pills don’t fucking work.
Therapy is all about telling your counsellor what they want to hear.
So I really don’t need an activist judge such as Simon R. Coval opining their personal beliefs.
I can promise you that if Coval had to walk 50 metres in my shoes he’d be a fucking babbling pile of tears begging for it to end.
I wasn’t wanted as a kid.
My parents got drunk and fucked.
That’s it.
That’s all.
My father always said that my mother tricked him into getting her pregnant so that she could trap him in the marriage.
My mother said that Richard was the one who wanted a kid, until he realized that he’d have to look after it.
I wasn’t wanted in the first place.
I don’t want to be here any longer than I have to be.
And I’m not going to let some activist judge like Justice Simon R. Coval, commercial litigator and neuroscientist deny me M.A.i.D. when M.A.i.D. finally becomes available.
Beeshive 