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.

Captain Angus McRae
Brigadier General Roger Bazin
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.

Yet another day yet another spin around the axis.

What do I do for fun?

Nothing really. I slept most of yesterday day and today.

Why don’t you volunteer and get out and meet people?

Not my thing. It’s not that I don’t care. I just don’t have the energy or the desire. Besides, I really like to be left alone. No matter what I do or what I try I find that out of a crowd of ten people there will always be one or two that are never happy with me and will plunge their daggers into my back just for kicks.

Why don’t you hang out with people from work?

I don’t do the “hanging out” thing. Single and solitary is the way that I like it. Less anxiety, less chance of disappointment.

Why don’t you get into music?

Never really listened to music until I was in my 20’s. Living under my father’s roof as a kid taught me that music was something that degenerate people wasted their time on.

Surely you have a favourite TV show or movie that you like?

Nope. Didn’t spend much time in the house as a kid so I didn’t spend much time in front of the boob-tube.

Surely you like activities?

As my social service records from the early ’80s state, “There doesn’t seem to be a single activity these people do as a family”.

GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE!

GET THE FUCK OUTSIDE NOW!

SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU’RE MAKING TOO MUCH FUCKING NOISE!

Our stepmother didn’t want us in the house. I guess that she bought Richard’s lies and his fanciful stories lock – stock & barrel.

Richard didn’t want us in the house. Due to his untreated PTSD, his alcoholism, and the dysfunctional household that he was raised in he had absolutely no parenting skills or coping skills. And besides, we reminded him of our mother. And as he told one of his airforce buddies, he only kept us so that he could control the costs.

So no, we weren’t sent outside to play for exercise.

We were sent outside so that they could pretend that we didn’t exist.

To me, life is just one meaningless day after another.

List 30 things that make you happy.

List 30 things that make you happy.

1-?

2-?

3-?

4-?

5-?

6-?

7-?

Who the fuck am I honestly trying to fool?

Make me happy? I don’t think that anything makes me happy.

See, as a kid I learned to not hope, or desire, or want. If I let Richard now that I wanted something or hoped to get something he’d make sure that this would be denied to me

Happy? No, you didn’t dare be happy around Richard. If you made this mistake of letting Richard know what made you happy then he’d go out of his way to make sure that you were kept aware from what made you happy.

At work things don’t make me happy. Doing things correctly and properly shouldn’t be sources of “happiness” and it isn’t. I do what I can, not because it makes me happy. I do what I can so that people can’t attack me.

I learnt a very long time ago to always make an effort to appear happy. People like that shit.

Nobody likes emotionally disturbed people at work. Nobody wants to work with depressed people.
Nobody wants to work with anxious people.
People don’t like this shit.

Who would I invite for dinner

Daily writing prompt
If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?

Would this have to be a civilized dinner or could this be something straight from the pages of “The Game of Thrones”.

A civilized dinner?

Can’t think of anyone.

A “Game of Thrones” themed dinner.

Yeah, far too many people involved with the Canadian Armed Forces………

What gives me direction in life?

What gives you direction in life?

What gives me direction in life is cleaning my name before I die.

That’s it

That’s all

The only thing keeping me alive at the moment is knowing that if I do die then the Canadian Armed Forces win be default.

Other than that I have no direction in life.

It’s not an obsession.

It’s all that I have

Ever since colonel Daniel Edward Munro signed his name to captain McRae’s charge sheet in June of 1980 dominoes were being set up, one by one, day by day, year by year, until March of 2011.

In March of 2011, after reviewing the 1980 CFSIU investigation paperwork and the transcripts from captain McRae’s court martial, it was the Canadian Armed Forces itself that knocked the first domino over.

The Canadian Armed Forces had the ability to do the right thing in 1980.

They chose not to.

The Canadian Armed Forces had the ability to do the right thing in 2011.

They chose not to.

The RCMP urged the Canadian Armed Forces to do the right thing in 2015.

The Canadian Armed Forces still chose not to.

After the release of the courts martial transcripts and the CFSIU investigation paperwork in 2020 the Canadian Armed Forces could have done the right thing.

The Canadian Armed Forces still chose not to.

Is it my job to bring to light all of the pre-1998 subterfuge that the Canadian Armed Forces have been allowed hide due to the flaws that existed in the pre-1998 National Defence Act?

Not my circus, not my monkeys.

If a member of the Canadian public wants to stick their nose into criminal code offence events that occurred prior to November of 1997, knock yourself out. Have at it.

Is it my job to make sure that people understand that I didn’t want the abuse on CFB Namao, that I didn’t want the babysitter to abuse my brother, that I had nothing to do with the babysitter molesting the little six-year-old blond haired girl?

That’s my job.

Is it my job to make sure that people understand that the CFSIU knew in 1980 that Captain McRae had been running a kiddie diddling ring on the base right under the nose of the base military police and that the CFSIU and the chain of command knew that McRae had been molested a great number of children on the base but that parents were reluctant to let their children be interviewed due to the view of the military police that captain McRae had been committing “acts of homosexuality” with the children that he was molesting thus implying that their children had been participating in “acts of homosexuality”?

Yes, that’s my job.

Is it my job to point out to people in the civilian world that “lawful” commands by superiors also include superiors instructing subordinates to not talk to the military police?

That’s already public knowledge, so not really my job.

Is it my job to make sure that the public understands that an untold number of children living on the bases were “involved with” the military social workers and that these social workers had a very negative and detrimental effect on the mental health and wellbeing of these abused children?

Yes, that’s my job.

I can’t fix all of the fuck-ups that the Canadian Armed Forces were allowed to keep hidden from the public eye via the National Defence Act, the Official Secrets Act, and the Security of Information Act.

But, I can at least do what I can to clean my name before I die.

And that is my direction in life.

One of my pet peeves.

One of my pet peeves is when people who don’t have a single emotional scar, let alone a single emotional scratch tell me that I just have to think happy thoughts and that everything will fine.

That all I have to do is apply myself and I can be anything that I want.

What these people will often not admit is that they practically had everything in life handed to them on a silver platter

And these people are usually the first to shit all over me.

They’re usually the ones who are still in close contact with their parents.

Even when mine were alive, one resented me for having “fucked with his military career”, and the other moved on to a new life and wrote me off.

Their parents almost always took an active interest in them when they were young and their parents ensured that they never fell behind in school.

My father would rage out at school teachers when they’d suggest that he participate in activities with my brother and I.

Their parents would have moved heaven and earth to get them treatment if they had endured any type of event that would have caused them psychological harm.

My father obeyed his orders from my military social worker and basically denied me any treatment for the events from CFB Namao.

Their parents provided them with housing and shelter and funds while they went to college, or university, or trade school.

My father was more than convinced that grade 9 was more education than anyone needed and that all I had to do was to get a job and work my way up.

They didn’t have to live on the streets and couch surf for the first few years of their working life.

I was working for a company in West Vancouver in 1993 that had to close down. The regional manager liked me and liked my work, so he arranged for the branch in Mississauga to hire me. The branch manager liked me, but my immediate supervisor Don didn’t. He was always ranting about “No one from the West Coast was going to tell him who the fuck he had to hire”. Plus, he knew I was queer. So out the door I went. EI did a little investigation and my claim was re-opened, but it was going to take about 4 to 6 weeks for my original claim from British Columbia to be redirected to Toronto. I knew better than to call my father. And it wasn’t out of shame. It’s just I knew that there would be absolutely no help.

My father was a piece of work.

When he received his final posting to Alberta in 1990 he invited me to move back with him. He said that “we could try to be a family again”. I think he had found out that I had just finished a 6 month contract job with a company called Canshare Cabling and I had about $30k in the bank. I paid for most of the expenses for the move, plus I also paid for a bunch of new furnishing for his computer area. As I was 18 at the time, I didn’t have an understanding that he could claim these expenses from the Canadian Forces and that he would be reimbursed.

My brother Scott didn’t move with us at the time as he was finishing his jail sentence at the Uxbridge Training School for Boys in Uxbridge, Ontario.

When my father bought his retirement house in Morniville two months after we arrived back in Edmonton, I moved with him into the house, but I only lasted about 2 weeks there before my stepmother got me booted.

My brother didn’t fare much better.

When he was released from jail he was sent to Alberta by the Ontario government. He lived in Morinville with my father and Sue for a couple of weeks before my father unceremoniously dumped Scott off at my apartment. Scott ate through all of my groceries in three days. Everything was gone. Fridge, freezer, cupboards. Everything.

I called up my father and asked him if he could help out with groceries and if he had any idea of how long Scott was going to stay with me before he went back to Morinville. Richard laughed. He said that he was done with paying for my brother and I, that he had paid enough for us when we were kids, and that maybe it was time for that “bitch mother” of mine to start paying some of the bills.

I was able to get hold of Marie, she came into town and picked Scott up and took him to the acreage she lived on with her husband Art. She bought me groceries.

Richard quickly took Scott back to Morinville when Marie reminded him that Scott was under 18 and if she took him in, she was expecting child support payments from our father.

Richard’s attitude was not unexpected and it didn’t shock me as all. He did tell an airforce buddy of his around 1986 that the only reason he kept my brother and I instead of dumping us with our mother is that if we lived under his roof he could control the costs, but if we went to live with her that he’d have to sign his paycheques over to “that bitch” and that sure as fuck wasn’t going to happen.

So no, there was no fatherly love or motivation for a higher education.

But, let’s dial this back into common day.

I’m currently 53 going on 54.

The position that I’m in has no requirement for secondary qualifications.

But if it did have requirements for secondary qualification these secondary qualifications would be red seal Trade Qualifications.

Some of the red seal trades that can be attached to a power engineering certificate are Electrician, Millwright, Refrigeration Mechanic, Welder, Pipe Fitter, Steam Fitter, etc. These are all four year full-time apprentice programs. These all require a very heavy investment for tools and materials.

But, it must always be remembered that I didn’t become a power engineer because I wanted to, or because I thought that it was a career path with potential, I got into power engineering because it was the easiest way for me to keep a roof over my head and to keep my bills paid.

Going through life with diagnosed but intreated mental illnesses has always meant that I’ve just taken whatever work I can.

I don’t fit in anywhere.

I am a misfit.

I am accepted at work because I bring skills that are typically far outside the skill requirements for the positions that I occupy.

But I never have the opportunity to get official “qualifications” for these extra skills which means that I am always at loggerheads with others who do have the official qualifications.

And even if I were offered the opportunity to take these course the depression would surely destroy my every attempt.

But I can hear the choruses of the unblemished already.

Bobbie, think happy thoughts!

Bobbie, are you eating properly?

Bobbie, more sleep will cure depression!

Bobbie, you should find god!

Bobbie, you should volunteer!

Bobbie, I know what you’re going through, my cat died when I was 14 and I still miss Pepper, but I soldier on and so can you!

My depression has cost me dearly in life.