I was living at 1138 East 14th Avenue in the month of July 2002 and paid $350 rent for that month, I have receipt to prove that. The landlord is Carol and her live in boyfriend, John (AKA Jack) . On about July 15, 2002 Carol's dog (Shadow) died, she was fourteen years old and Carol assumed it was a natural death. On July 19 Carol's cat (Amber) died, she was eight years old. On July 22, 2002 as John was about to bury Amber Carol said it was poisoned, Amber slept in the same room as me and rarely left that room, so Carol was then inferring that I poisoned the cat. I made another inspection for rat bites (highly unlikely) as I had four rats in a cage in that room, then John buried the cat.
Later that day I went out and came back a few hours later to pick up my drill. The neighbor from the house east of the above was in the back alley telling me to hand over my keys and keep going because he was deeply concerned about what John would do to me, he said John was flipping out saying I killed his cat. I said f*** that, he's wasted more than enough of my time already, I have a job to do and I'm picking up my drill. I got my drill and a bit from the garage. John was going on about the cat having an autopsy at the SPCA that said the cat was poisoned with methanol. The neighbors to the east (Travis, Trent and Jay) were insisting on getting my key and I wasn't giving it up, I thought they were going to beat me up and take it due to their Travis's threatening stance and attitude. As I was riding away John yelled at me "When you come back you'll see your cats dead right here!" pointing down at the alley.
I went to the nearest 'phone booth and dialed 911, I was told to wait there and an officer would arrive. Several hours passed and I called 911 again and was told to wait some more. In the next hour or two I 'phoned 911 several times wondering if they'd ever arrive and saying things like "What do I have to do????, go there with a can of bear spray???". Eventually, Vancouver "police" constable (PC) #'s 1991 and 1934 arrived and told me that I couldn't return to my residence without a police escort or I'd be arrested. They said that John and / or Carol told me to leave before, this is untrue. They also said he said he had an autopsy at the vet's on the cat, that's obviously untrue but the "police" believe anything he say's no matter how obviously untrue it is. The police said there was no threat ..., inferring that I was paranoid. They asked me questions like "Why do you have methanol?" The female said there was no threat and it was all in my imagination. They refused to escort me at that time to rescue my pet, I was supposed to 'phone 911 again, that was unacceptable given their track record so far. The next day I had to see my doctor to get prescriptions replaced, the only dysfunction he noticed was agitation and lack of focus and he said John's paranoid.
Carol and John received a letter from Bruno Drucker of the now defunct Legal Services Society Community Law Clinic letting them know that my belongings were not abandoned and that they had to feed and care for my pets. The letter asked them to leave a message with my friend Joe to arrange a time for me to pick some basic necessities, that call never came. I phoned them from Joe's and talked to Carol and couldn't arrange a time. John called back soon after and threatened me. John phoned Joe about a day later and threatened him. Carol phoned Joe a day or two later and said she was going to give my rats to the SPCA at noon the next day. I made an attempt to rescue my rats with PC#'s 1702 and 1709 at about 10:30 that day but they weren't answering the door. I saw someone sneaking a peek from inside, the "police" were acting like I was paranoid. I assumed the 911 operator would phone to see if they were home but they didn't, the "police" refused to help me any further then and one of them said that if I attempt t get my stuff (pets included) I would go to jail, never get my stuff and "... I don't care if your pets die". I went to the SPCA and spoke to Special Constable Paul Reviere, he said the SPCA won't help if the "police" don't, the "police" should get a restraining order against the landlord and charge him with theft and bust the door down if necessary to get my stuff. I then went to the Cambie street "police" station and I had to yell at a 911 operator for about a half an hour to get my four rats out of there. Noon passed during this time, Carol and John were still sleeping. In the early afternoon, I was able to rescue my rats. They were living in a sewage swamp with little drinking water. The next few days were spent being jerked around trying to get my cats out of there without any success. The Vancouver city pound also refused to help me, I walked dogs for them, not any more. I went back to the SPCA and spoke to Special Constable Peter Francis and told him that I was going to make a flyer to solicit the neigbors help to get my stolen endangered pets back and I would tell them about all the hoops so far, embarrassing everyone involved. I asked him if he could 'phone them (and work around their call display BS) and try to rescue my 2 cats. He did and was able to rescue Darwyn at that time. John and Carol were to keep my other cat in when he returned that night and to 'phone Peter the next morning for a pick up. They never 'phoned and I 'phoned Peter that afternoon and told him that they wouldn't 'phone. He managed to get my remaining cat, Blackbeard. When he delivered Blackbeard, he was totally freaked out and very weak, he died a few minutes later, that was the last time my other pets saw him, that was John's final act of terrorism to my pets. Peter returned when I called him back as Blackbeard was dying in my lap, he delivered my pets corpse to the shelter on 7th Avenue and it was sent to a lab for a necropsy the next day. The necropsy says the primary cause of death was feline infectious peritonitis, and Peter's treating it as a natural death, I'm not, all my pets were terrorized, if the "police" had of allowed me to rescue ..... F.I.P. doesn't suddenly appear and kill in a few minutes, Blackbeard was sick and neglected and probably terrorized for a few days and had lost about 4 pounds. This is just like the OJ Simpson case except Carol and Jack didn't need a lawyer, just the "police". There will be a civil trial though. Carol and John are keeping my cat's food, litter, litter box, hairball medicine and Advantage. Advantage is expensive, I can't afford more and Darwyn needs it.
On August 16th, 2002 I was walking by the above address and was slandered and threatened by John and his neighbors were supporting him, later John was chasing me with sticks and threatening me. Later that night, I saw John standing behind my computer watching someone operate it. The next day my friend Andreas came running up to me saying John has been 'phoning him many times a day at all hours and saying that I'm 'phoning him and threatening to kill him. Andreas also told me that Travis (the neighbor) has been telling people about the files on my computer, I don't care about the files, rotten.com is not into everything they have ..., I do care about my right to privacy, as well as all the other rights that my pets and I have been denied. I felt there was no point in me calling the "police" again, the best I could hope for now is the ERT beating up my neighbor by mistake.I have a quiet basement room now and Darwyn only comes in around 10 PM, for food and affection when I'm there, he's extremely frightened of being left there alone, he managed to crawl out of a surprisingly narrow gap to get out. Darwyn is totally feral now except for his affection for me. Update: Darwyn is feeling a little more at home now, I hope he doesn't prefer to freeze outside when I go out this winter.
On August 20th, 2002 I passed by the above address again and saw John tampering with my computer again. This time I 'phoned 911 and demanded my computer back. We arranged to meet at the above address so I could take my computer back. I was waiting across the street and Travis came out with a baseball bat and some friends and asked me "What the f*** are you doing here!?". That's assault with a deadly weapon and other neighbors saw it. Any "police" officer who asks if he said he was going to beat me up with his bat is just grabbing a BS excuse. Then Travis offered to help move my stuff, GET A GRIP ... TRAVIS, I DON'T WANT THE LIKES OF YOU TO KNOW WHERE I LIVE, I'LL SEE YOU IN COURT TOO!!! A "police" officer arrived, I calmly explained my animosity re: how the police prevented my pets rescue and that one died a few minutes after the last rescue, I also told him he was going to get a bunch of jerk around BS from Carol and John and that I don't want to have anything to do with it ... Finally, I had an officer that realized that it was John who wasting everyones time ... and he let me get my computer and stereo (less my big speakers because they were in the garage and they are swamped with much more important things) Carol was going on about me killing my cat and their two pets and they were both whining about me taking my stereo, they lost theirs to a pawn shop. They are totally out of touch with reality. I think the attending officer knew they were sticking their feet in mouths big time. I wonder if I can count on a accurate, competent affidavit or testimony from him.
My Windows 98SE computer wouldn't start properly, I was able to start it in safe mode, I found that thousands of files were accessed in my absence, hundreds were modified. I'm about to make sense of it by separating the Windows accesses and human accesses on a daily basis, including the accesses by PC Owen. Andreas told me that John told him that the police were in there snooping around my computer. The next day when I was getting some rain gear etc. with the help of PC Owen, Owen said "The cat I saw looked very healthy". This really caught my attention because he said none of my cats were there then, he started verbally stumbling around and I said something like "Yeah yeah, sure". He must have seen that cat while snooping around my system. The "very healthy looking cat" was probably Blackbeard RIP. Nearly all of my program files were not where they belonged, I thought they were deleted. I deleted my Windows directory and reinstalled Windows, as I was restoring my program files from my backup I ran out of disk space, I discovered that my program files had been moved, it was now too late for the simple fix of moving them back. I had to buy and create floppy boot disks because nearly all my stuff is still stolen. The forks on my bicycle snapped on my way to the store. I had to do a lot more walking for five days because of John and have blisters to prove it, I only have one pair of sandals in my possession.Carol and John are keeping my stuff with nearly impossible conditions for me to get it back, ie. I have to get a truck, see if their car is there, assume they're home, call 911 and wait indefinitely for "police" to arrive to "keep the peace" (BS, they'd rather piss me off till I eliminate the vermin and go to jail for it!), then, if they answer the door, they can say not now, we're going to the fireworks, and the "police" will say, "Too bad, maybe next time" (it happened). I've passed by there and saw John several times and rather than let me take anything he only slanders and threatens me. It's obvious that he doesn't want me to have anything and he's jerking around everyone and using a bunch of lazy idiot "police" (I'm sure that pigs are much smarter and infinitely more ethical) to make my life hell. My life has been near total dead time for over a month now, the slander that I know about is only the tip of the iceberg and I'm sure I've lost several job opportunities. My entire time is spent trying to get what's mine or travelling to line up for free food. I've been to my MLA's office and people there are trying to help me now. I've filled complaints against the Vancouver "police" at the BC Police Commission office (the "police" desk clerk said there is no such form!) Welfare won't help me with moving expenses because I don't have an eviction notice, IF I HAD A PROPER EVICTION NOTICE I WOULDN'T NEED MOVING EXPENSES!!!, THEY ARE PUNISHING ME FOR HIS CRIME AND HELPING HIM KEEP MY STUFF, THEY SHOULD LET ME GET MY STUFF AND GET ON WITH MY LIFE!!! ... VPD Sergeant Kim Serinuk of Internal Investigations just grabbed his own convenient interpretations and excuses to not investigate, I'm just waiting for it in writing for the next hoop. His attitude seemed to be that this is business as usual and they don't have to answer to anyone. I've also been to the BC Civil Liberties Association, the Tenant's Rights Action Coalition, and The BC Human Rights Commission to no avail, I HAVE NO RIGHTS!!!! I've also been to the Attorney Generals BC Residential Tenancy Office, they also told me to take him to court Going to court won't get me my stuff, like thousands of pictures of my life, I'm quite sure that anything they dispute will be judged in their favor too. Perhaps, I should 'phone 911 as many times as necessary and say that I'm going to get some of my stuff and since they're going to attend anyway, they can arrest me or let me take some stuff. Then, they can take an obvious case of harassment to the crown attorney or just let me get on with my life. I tried that and it didn't work, I tried again a half hour later and they said "... no problem, just 'phone 911 when you're nearby. I don't believe them, they're even more manipulative than Carol and John, they probably want to arrest me for flipping out at the Attorney Generals ... I'll wait till Monday.I'm considering lawsuits for theft and ongoing possession, wrongful death, defamation, invasion of privacy and police harassment, rental, loss of use, ozone destruction (you should see my tan lines)....
November 15, 2003
THE DIRTY TRICKS CONTINUE
The police complaint was not properly investigated. I threatened to take the landlords illegal guns and was arrested, jailed for 4.5 days and abducted to a hospital in contempt of court after a Judge released me. While in jail the "police" were in my place snooping around my computer and probably everything else. My computer was left on. my premises was unsecured, my house key was taken off of my key ring, my friend was visited by unsolicited "police" impersonating mental health workers trying to get thier hoof in the door, ...
I wasn't known to the "police" before john slandered me and threatened my pets and I. The "police" allowed him to slander me, threaten my pets and I, my friends that he threatened didn't see any point in reporting it but my lawyer will use them. john and carol are also guilty of false pretenses as well as cruelty to animals. The "police" officers that wre wearing bogus badge numbers were seen on thier way to the SPCA, after which I was treated like some kind of psycho killer, they were there slandering me. The autopsy was fixed. I've also been threatened and slandered by VCp veronessi. he told a pedophile with a long record of property offences that I am dangerous and he should stay away from me (i am now a friend of a victim of his who was also raped by a Vancouver "police" constable in front of others). The "police" are guilty of conspiracy to all the above as well as obstructing justice, slander, uttering threats, negligence of duty, invasion of privacy, etc. and they don't have to answer to anyone!!! What you see in the news is not even the tip of the iceberg because complaining only results in repercussions for the victim so many of thier crimes do not even get reported. I have to see a forensic shrink who is backing them up by saying that I'm paranoid. Nobody else thinks so. What happened happened as well as current and upcoming crimes like perjury and more slander at my trial, now postponed another five months so my witnesses can move or forget or whatever, it's to start on April fool's day, hopefully the one day that they tell the truth (by accident with my lawyers help).