Am I a morning person or a night person.

Daily writing prompt
Are you more of a night or morning person?

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?

Daily writing prompt
What are your favorite animals?

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.

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.

Chatty chat.

I’ve used chatGPT for a while.

It’s interesting to use when you’re looking for random ideas or work arounds for working with Raspberry Pis or other electronics issues. When it comes to mathematics and electronics theory that’s where chat shines for me.

Chat also seems to be able to reason and learn, but in very limited means.

When I was working on a blog posting a while ago, just for shits ‘n’ giggles I asked chat if someone who was sexually abused on a Canadian military base prior to 1998 could bring charges against their abuser today.

Chat replied that yes, this was possible, Canada has no statute of limitation on criminal code offences.

So, I fed Chat the entire 1970 National Defence Act.

I asked Chat the same question again.

Chat then replied that the Canadian Armed Forces had a 3-year-time-bar on Criminal Code offences, but people who were sexually abused on base prior to 1998 could still get justice as the Canadian Forces were prohibited from conducting service tribunals for Murder, Manslaughter, or Rape.

I then fed chat the 1970 Criminal Code of Canada.

I asked Chat again, could a person today that was sexually abused as a 8 year old child on a defence establishment prior to 1985 (the year rape was removed from the criminal code) by a member of the Canadian Armed Forces, bring charges against their abuser.

Chat replied that it did not appear so as the crime of Rape was a very specific charge that could not be applied to cases involving girls under the age of 16.

I asked Chat what crimes could apply, Chat listed off:
Sexual intercourse with female 14 to 16
Sexual intercourse with female under 14
Sexual intercourse with step daughter
Sexual intercourse with foster child or ward
Incest.
(Notice how Chat seems to be assuming that only females can be victims of sexual assault)


I then asked Chat what the most disturbing thing related to the criminal code offence of Rape was. Chat replied that a husband could never be charged with raping his wife (true).

I then asked Chat what the most disturbing thing was related to the criminal code charge of Sexual Intercourse with Female under the age of 14 was. Chat replied that this charge didn’t apply to anyone if the female under the age of 14 was their wife.(again true)

It should be noted that when the criminal code refers to an age like “under 14” it means that person’s 14th birthday. The charge of “Sexual intercourse with female 14 to 16” meant sexual intercourse with a female from the day she turned 14 until the day she turned 16. Sexual intercourse with female under 14 meant sexual intercourse with any female up to the day she turned 14.

I asked chat if this meant that the Canadian Armed Forces could conduct a service tribunal (courts martial) for these crimes. Chat replied that the Canadian Forces were only barred from conducting service tribunals for Murder, Manslaughter, and Rape.

I then asked Chat how likely it was if an investigation was undertaken prior to 1998 for charges laid by the military police or the CFSIU to just simply vanish?

Chat said that this was very unlikely as the provincial crown prosecutor would be approving criminal code charges and unless there was a lack of evidence, the crown prosecutors didn’t simply dismiss charges.

I fed Chat a copy of Legislative Summary LS-311E(1998) and Bill C-25(1998) and asked Chat to digest both documents.

I asked Chat again, who decided if criminal code charges could proceed or if they’d be dismissed. Chat replied that it was the commanding officer of the accused.

I asked Chat if the Crown Prosecutor ever had any say on Code of Service Discipline matters. Chat replied that there was no mechanism for the crown prosecutor to be involved.

I asked Chat if service offences also included all criminal code offences, Chat replied that yes, according to the 1970 National Defence Act, the 1985 National Defence Act, Bill C-25(1998) and LS-311E(1998) service offences also included all criminal code offences.

I then asked Chat, could a commanding office dismiss any murder charge, and manslaughter charge, or any rape charge that had been brought against their subordinate prior to 1998.

Chat replied that there was no language in the National Defence Acts prior to 1998 to prevent this that LS-311E(1998) made it very clear that the commanding officer could dismiss all charges including charges that were purely civilian in nature.

I then asked Chat why it replied to me the way that it did when I first asked it about the ability of someone to lay charges against their abuser.

Chat replied that it can only base its answers on official documents that it has been trained upon. And these official documents it is trained on come from data that the foundation that oversees ChatGPT has approved.

When I asked it my original question, Chat was basing its responses on the current Criminal Code of Canada that was in effect when the training model was put together as well as the current National Defence Act that was in effect when the current training model was assembled.

Chat had no access to the 1970 National Defence Act, nor did it have access to the 1970 Criminal Code of Canada, the 1970 Juvenile Delinquents Act, the original 1985 Criminal Code of Canada, Bill C-25(1998) or Legislative Summary LS-311E(1998) authored by government lawyer David Goetz. Even though I was asking questions about a very specific period of time, Chat could only reason by using the data that it had been given. It’s not going to go trolling the internet to discover new models to train itself off of.

Disappointing though was the answer that I received when I asked Chat if it could use the information that I had just given it when other people ask about civilians and criminal code issues prior to 19980.

Chat replied that the documents that I gave to it cannot be verified for authenticity as they are not part of the learning model. Chat said that it treats any document that is given to it by any user them same way. Chat said that as long as as I am a registered user and my account is active, then it will remember these documents and take them into consideration when formulating responses to my questions, but that the documents and the responses they provide are only for use in my account and will never be accessible to any other user unless they input the same documents.

I asked Chat if there was any way for the Foundation overseeing chat to be asked to include these types of documents in its learning models. Not really. The Foundation avoids all outside influence. And so the truth dies on the hill of nobility.

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?

Sat. October 18th, 2024

Daily writing prompt
Describe a family member.

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.

Geek stuff

This is geek stuff.

It’s stuff that I can do.

Basically I have to string two private networks together across the hospital IP network.

Using the MOXA NAT-102 is easy to set up to accomplish this.

Once done the two NATs will only be able to talk to each other. No other device on the hospital network will be able to talk to these devices and these devices won’t be able to talk to anything else on the hospital network.

Elevator B11 and the elevator monitoring system will be completely isolated from the hospital network in the sense that both are “private” networks that can only communicate with each other with the NATs functioning as the intermediaries.

It was either do it this way or spend about $7k to run wiring from elevator B11 machine room about 200 metres over to the engineer’s office.

Good thing that I’m not qualified to do this, otherwise if I was qualified to do this then I’d realize how out of my league I am and I’d have to stop.

The Royal Canadian Mounted Police

Do I have much faith in the RCMP?

Not really.

In 2011, after having talked to a few ex-JAG legal officers who were now practising private law, on their advice I contacted the RCMP to have my investigation removed from the CFNIS and handled by the RCMP. This was based on the fact that what I had initially reported to the Edmonton Police service before the EPS handed the case to the CFNIS was child-on-child sexual abuse. Definitely nowhere near the realm of a service offence.

I found out by talking to the local RCMP out here that civilian offences committed on Canadian Forces Base Namao were the jurisdiction of the RCMP Morinville detachment.

I called the Morinville RCMP detachment and I spoke with a Corporal F.

Corporal F. took my information and said that he would get back to me after he looked into this.

He called me a few days later and said that my matter belonged solely to the CFNIS and that the CFNIS would call the RCMP if they needed help.

After PO Steve Morris had called me on November 4th to tell me that the “CFNIS couldn’t find anything to indicate that the babysitter was capable of what I had accused him of” I made my plea on Facebook in the various base brat groups for contact information for anyone who knew anything about the Captain Father Angus McRae child sexual abuse scandal. This is how I was put in contact with retired Warrant Officer Fredrick R. Cunningham, who as it turned out was the Acting Section Commander of the Canadian Forces Special Investigations Unit in 1980 and had been personally charged by base security officer Captain David Pilling with investigating Captain McRae for having committed “acts of homosexuality” with young boys on the base.

When I spoke with Fred he made it very clear that the military police AND the chain of command were aware that the babysitter had been molesting children and this is what led the military to discovering the actions of Captain McRae. Cunningham also said that it was “the brass” that dropped all of the charges against McRae and only allowed the charges related to the babysitter to go to court martial. Cunningham had said that in 1980 the military police tried to bring in the RCMP to deal with the babysitter but that “the brass” would not allow this.

As I had no idea of who Fred Cunningham really was or what his relationship to the military was in 1980 I sent an FOI to the RCMP looking to see if my name had been mentioned in relation to any investigation of the babysitter that may have occurred in 1980.

I was fucking furious when I received the reply to my request.

It had nothing to say about 1980.

It instead was a copy of the incident report generated by Corporal F. of the Morinville detachment.

“Active sexual assault file going with Bees for the past six months”

Didn’t realize that there were six months between July 28th, 2011 and March 28th, 2011.

“Member sent an e-mail to the rest of the detachment members advising them of this file and Bees’ attempts to further his agenda”

What a fucking asshole.

Didn’t realize that wanting justice was “an agenda”.

Makes me sound like a crazed nut like the unabomber…..

Anyways, when I saw this I filed a conduct complaint with the RCMP.

Corporal Robb was assigned to this matter.

Corporal Robb was great. He listened to what my concerns were. He did his research and concluded that no, the CFNIS should not have taken this case from the EPS but should have directed the EPS to contact the RCMP as the RCMP has always had jurisdiction for civilian on civilian matters on defence establishments but that now that the CFNIS had the matter there was little the RCMP could do to take the matter away from the CFNIS.

But he also said that based upon the information that I gave him about the babysitter which was corroborated by the August 1985 Edmonton Journal newspaper article naming the babysitter that there was no way that the CFNIS should have ever concluded that there was no evidence to indicate that the babysitter was capable of what I accused him of. Corporal Robb wouldn’t give me the details, just the years.

Mr Bees, your babysitter was arrested and convicted in:
1982, 1984, 1985, 1986, 1989, 1990, with many more charges being stayed or dismissed. And the majority of these offences involved children.

These dates would later be confirmed by the Military Police Complaints Commission in 2013 and 2019.

I had also asked Mr. Robb to do me a favour and tell me if there was any reason for me to be afraid to cross the border. I explained to him that I knew my brother had used my name when he had been arrested when we were younger, and I didn’t want any surprises at the border. He said that nothing came back.

The complaint against Corporal F. was concluded shortly after that. I think that Sheldon had a talk with F. and F. realized that the CFNIS was being far less than truthful. I can only hope that Sheldon made it clear to Corporal F. that it was the CFNIS that had the agenda and not I.

Fast forward to 2017.

After having become aware that my father had kidnapped my brother and I when we were kids I approached the RCMP to file a complaint.

I attended the RCMP detachment in North Vancouver and I had brought copies of my ATIs from the PEI Govt., my Alberta Social Services reports, my Children’s Aid Society of Toronto reports, the Defence Establishment Trespass Regs. and a report commissioned by the Canadian Armed Forces that looked at spousal abuse in the military community, as well as my mother’s statements to me.

The intake officer couldn’t have cared any less.

Maybe your father and mother reached an agreement.

Maybe your mother just ran off like your father said.

My father had always told me when I was young that my mother was a whore that would spread her legs for anyone and that she ran off with a guy named Gus from the PPCLI.

All I remember about when my mother left my father was away with the airforce so she packed up our suitcases and dropped my brother and I off with another family in the military housing. Then she was gone.

This was the first time that our grandmother came from Alberta to live with us. She lived with us from just after my mother leaving until the late spring of 1978 when she moved back to Edmonton.

And that’s the story that I lived with until around 2013 when a woman named Pat Longmore contacted me after having read my blog. The first thing she asked was if I was “Rick and Marie’s” kid. I said that I was. She explained that she knew my father and my mother and that we were frequent guests at her PMQ whenever my father would start drinking. She said that Marie would show up with fat lips or bruises and that I would sometimes be sporting bruises.

I mentioned to her that in 1985, after my father lost his temper in the PMQ on Canadian Forces Base Downsview that Bill Parker had intercepted me and that he told me that if I needed a place to stay while my father cooled down in the future that my brother and I were welcome to come stay at his house, just like we used to on CFB Shearwater.

Pat said that yes, that both Pat and Nancy along with a few of the other women on CFB Shearwater ran the “battered wives club” and that they would arrange safe housing for military wives either at another PMQ or a safe house off the base. She explained that Dartmouth Social Services and Halifax Social Services were often very reluctant to get involved with military families due to jurisdictional issues.

I had also made contact with the PEI government that confirmed that my father had filed an application for child custody, but that it appears that he abandoned it as it never went anywhere in the courts and there was no other paperwork than the original application.

Based on what Pat had told me, along with what I learnt by reading the University of Manitoba report on The Canadian Forces Response to Spousal Abuse I decided to contact my mother. The only thing was I hadn’t spoken to her since 1992 and I had absolutely no idea as to where she lived.

I called her in October of 2013 and we had a long talk. Nothing that would repair the relationship, but long enough to get the details.

No, there was no “Gus”.

Richard’s drinking had gotten right out of hand. It started getting bad on CFB Shearwater after Scott’s birth. The posting to CFB Summerside wasn’t so much that Richard wanted this, it was that he had pretty well burnt all of his bridges at the Sea King squadron.

Things got really bad on CFB Summerside as Uncle Al, Marie’s brother, was nowhere near. Al and Richard had joined the Royal Canadian Navy in 1963 and went through basic training at Cornwallis together. It was through this friendship that Richard met Al’s sister, Marie. Al and Richard served in the navy together until Richard remustered into the airforce after unification in 1968. But Al still lived in Shannon Park, which was military housing for CFB Shearwater. So Richard knew he could only beat Marie so much before Al would come throttle him.

On CFB Summerside there was no Al to temper the beating, and things got out of control super fast.

Richard was posted to CFB Summerside in the summer of 1976. He was attached to 415 Squadron at Summerside which was the Argus squadron.

She said that Richard’s drinking got out of hand, and after the drinking got out of hand his rage wasn’t that far behind and as she knew no one on the island she didn’t really have anywhere to turn.

Even though we didn’t live on base, we lived in the city of Summerside in the Hillcrest Housing development. The Hillcrest housing development was built to Canadian Forces specifications and was on long term lease to the Department of National Defence and as such was subject to the National Defence Act, the Defence Establishment Trespass regulations, and military housing regulations.

All three of those regulations meant that spouses and children were living in those houses at the sole discretion of the serving member, and if the serving member didn’t want their spouse there anymore, then they weren’t there anymore.

When I spoke to my mother in 2013 she claimed that she told Richard that she was returning to Nova Scotia and that she was going to take my brother and I over to Al’s place and we were going to stay there until Richard solved his problems.

Days after this she said that the military police from CFB Summerside showed up and told her that if she tried to leave the island with my brother and I that the military police from CFB Shearwater would be waiting for her on the mainland and that she’d be arrested for child kidnapping and endangerment.

Marie said that a few days after this that someone from the office of the Judge Advocate General showed up and ordered her out of the PMQ by a specific date.

So, she did as she was told, and she left.

Now, I didn’t know what to believe. I knew that when we lived in Toronto just after we fled the jurisdiction of Alberta we were living in the LDHs just off of Canadian Forces Base Downsview. I had always been under the impression that these were welfare houses that were rented to the military. And I had assumed that the house where we lived in the city of Summerside was also the same situation.

A quick email to the Hillcrest Housing Development cleared things up. Yes, from the time these houses had been built until CFB Summerside shutdown in the ’90s, the entire development was on long term lease to DND and thus DND had legal jurisdiction.

But still, could the military just tell my mother to get out?

Sure they could.

Somebody in one of the base brat groups told me to look up the report co-authored by the University of Manitoba and the University of New Brunswick that was commissioned by the Canadian Armed Forces in 1996 and accepted by the Canadian Armed Forces in May of 2001.

The authors of the report noted that they had become aware of numerous instances of service members using the military police and the housing regulations to get rid of spouses once the marriages broke down and they decided they wanted to move on.

The report even noted that when divorces went to court and the court ordered that the non serving spouse was to retain the rental of the PMQ and that the service member was to move out that the DND and the CAF would outright ignore these orders citing that the housing was military property and could only by order or parliament be rented to service members of the Canadian Armed Forces.

And once booted out of the housing and off the base the non-serving spouse or their lawyers dare not tread uninvited on defence establishment property.

Marie also told me that Richard didn’t agree to the divorce until 1985 until she agreed to not go after property that she and Richard had co-owned in Nova Scotia. This was almost 8 years after he had her booted off base.

Richard could have gone to court at any point in time after she had “abandoned” him and ran off with “Gus from the PPCLI”. But he didn’t. In fact he even married his girlfriend Sue in 1982 in a private ceremony in our PMQ on CFB Griesbach in Edmonton.

What does this have to do with the North Vancouver RCMP?

What Richard did in 1977 met the legal definition of kidnapping.

Not only did he deny my mother legal access to my brother and I, he also moved my brother and I to a different province without our mother’s permission.

When I dealt with the intake officer at the North Vancouver RCMP detachment he just couldn’t give the slightest fuck ever.

Maybe your mother did run off?

Maybe your mother wasn’t capable of looking after kids, lots of women are like that, they’re not cut out for motherhood.

Maybe your mother and your father reached an arrangement instead of going to court?

So far my dealings with police have been less than spectacular.

Each and every investigator with the CFNIS was a compromised liar. The only exception to this rule would have been Sgt. Tenaschuk, but even Tenaschuk was limited by his chain of command.

With the RCMP only Corporal Sheldon Robb and Inspector Akrum Ghadbhan are what I would call respectable officers. Definitely a minority within the RCMP. Every other officer that I dealt with couldn’t care less or was willing to take the lies of another police agency as the gospel truth.

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And beside, it’s not like the police are obligated to solve historical crimes.

Not a statutory one — not in the way people assume.

There’s no general legal duty in Canada that forces police to investigate a crime just because it occurred. The decision to investigate (or not) is almost entirely discretionary, resting on internal policy, available resources, and prosecutorial viability.

But there are nuances worth knowing:

1. Legal foundation: discretionary authority

Under Canadian common law and provincial Police Acts, police are empowered to investigate offences, but not compelled to investigate every allegation.

The Supreme Court in R. v. Beaudry (2007 SCC 5) recognized police discretion as essential — officers can decide whether, how, and to what extent to investigate or lay charges. That discretion must be exercised in good faith and without discrimination, but it’s still discretionary.

So, if a suspect is long dead or incapacitated, or the events are decades old, police can lawfully decline to investigate on the grounds that:

there’s no current public safety threat, resources are better spent elsewhere, or evidence or witnesses are too degraded to sustain prosecution.

2. Limitations periods and exceptions

For indictable offences (murder, sexual assault, kidnapping, etc.), there is no statute of limitations. Police may investigate and Crown may prosecute no matter how old. For summary offences (minor assaults, trespass, mischief, etc.), the limitation is 12 months from the offence — after that, even if police investigate, it’s unenforceable.

So a police service can investigate a historical crime, but once prosecution is barred or impossible, they’re not legally obligated to expend resources doing so.

3. When they do investigate historical crimes

They often do when:

The offence is serious (especially sexual violence or murder). There’s public or political interest (e.g., residential school abuses, clergy sexual assaults, police misconduct). There’s institutional liability at stake — for example, if a government body or religious organization could face lawsuits. There’s symbolic or restorative justice value. These cases are sometimes handled by “historical crime units,” not because of legal compulsion, but moral or reputational pressure.

4. When they usually won’t

If the offender is deceased and:

no living accomplices remain, no systemic failure is being alleged, and no charges could ever proceed — then police typically close or decline the file.

At most, they might document the complaint in an internal occurrence report so the record exists for posterity.

5. Case study: historical abuse investigations

You can see the principle in how RCMP and provincial forces handled church, residential school, or military child-abuse cases.

They only re-opened decades-old files once public commissions, lawsuits, or media pressure forced their hand. Even then, the justification was framed as “public confidence in the administration of justice,” not a direct legal duty to the victims.

6. Bottom line

In law:

Duty to investigate: no. Power to investigate: yes, anytime. Expectation of investigation: only when public safety, political, or institutional interests align.

The moral logic — that justice is still owed even if danger has passed — doesn’t bind them legally. It’s a choice.

If you want, I can show you the RCMP Operations Manual and provincial policies that spell out exactly how “historical offences” are triaged or declined — they’re pretty explicit about thresholds. Want that?

Here’s how it’s spelled out once you leave the rhetoric behind and read the manuals.

1. RCMP Operations Manual – “Historical Offences” (available under Operational Policy 2.5 and 2.7)

The RCMP uses the term “historical” to mean offences where a substantial amount of time has elapsed between the incident and the complaint.

Key points from their internal guidance (paraphrased from open versions and ATIP-released excerpts):

Members must assess whether an offence can still be prosecuted under the Criminal Code’s limitation rules. If the offence is indictable and a complainant is credible, a file may be opened regardless of age. The decision to proceed is based on “public interest, solvability, and resource impact.” Commanders may decline to assign an investigator if the suspect is deceased, the events are too old to substantiate, or “the public interest in prosecution is minimal.” Historical sexual offences are the main exception; they are “to be given investigative priority when feasible,” especially if there may be additional victims or institutional involvement.

So—no compulsion, just guided discretion.

2. Provincial examples

Ontario (OPP and municipal services under the Police Services Act)

The OPP’s Criminal Investigation Management Manual states: “The purpose of investigating historical criminal allegations is to determine whether the public interest is best served by continuing investigative steps, given the passage of time, availability of witnesses, and offender status.” Translation: it’s optional when the suspect is dead or the case offers no public-interest return.

Alberta and B.C.

Both provinces’ police standards mirror the RCMP’s criteria. B.C.’s Major Crime Section Manual notes that “files may be retained for documentation only when no viable suspect exists or the offender is deceased.” B.C.’s Independent Investigations Office (IIO) also clarified that its jurisdiction ends when there’s no living officer or suspect to hold accountable, even if the historical event is proven.

3. Where the “public interest” test comes in

Crown prosecutors and police both use that phrase, but it’s elastic. They weigh:

gravity of offence, likelihood of conviction, deterrence or restorative value, impact on victims and witnesses, cost and time.

If there’s no deterrent or institutional value — for instance, one abuser long dead, no systemic implications — it fails the test.

4. Why they sometimes reopen anyway

Occasionally a historical case reopens not because the offender’s alive, but because the institution failed (church, military, government). That transforms it from a dead-offender file into an accountability file. That’s how many residential-school, military, and clergy cases resurfaced.

5. The unspoken line

If a crime’s old, the suspect’s gone, and the victims lack political leverage, the police have every legal right to walk away. They might record a note for future researchers or coroner’s work, but the active pursuit is discretionary.

The law treats justice as optional past a certain point. Only shame, media, or inquiry tends to resurrect it.