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Leon (Lew) Gunin
PERSECUTED FOR BEING A
HUMAN...
(CANADA: HARPER'S MATRIX)
Denying citizens' rights not to be watched 24 hours a day,
and to move freely within their cities of habitation, Harper's
regime came zoomed close to North and South Korean models.
North Korea is famous for her ban to move freely (restricting
the "permission to walk" exclusively to work and from). South
Korea is known for her "ubiquitous cities", where every inhabitant,
personal apartment and each thing indoor become a Web file,
watched through the Internet 24 hours a day and forever.
Present-day Canada under Harper and his Israelo-philia is the
closest real-time reproduction of the famous cinematographic
Matrix. We live today in a nightmare.
We were completely restricted from the forests and other
"wild nature" zones. The government has built fences and
"Chinese Walls" around them. We are banned to
enter parks, river and canal banks, many alleys and lot
of other places, and even some squares and streets after
darkness. Elite's cottage villages and
residential complexes - growing as mushrooms - expropriate
public (municipal, and other) lands, and form huge closed
zones, denying ordinary citizens any access to them.
We are forced to live under a kind of a house arrest,
watched in our "last fortresses" (residences) by the cameras,
which eyes have been hijacked by the government. Our last
castle of shrinking privacy (home) is rapidly becoming our
prison cell.
Optical cameras with enormously high resolution and various
scanning devices (dangerous for human health) were deployed
in paranoiac - fantastic - numbers in the busses, metro, and
city trains, in the streets, trade centers: everywhere, brutally
intervening into our private life, i.e. stripping us from
our human values, features and nature. Secretly paid by
authorities, and on behalf of the government, gangs of morons
are vandalizing our cities: to provide the regime with an excuse
for putting more spying devices, and for pushing further the
denial for humans to be humans. Without realizing it, our
rulers became servants of electronic machinery, which
functionality's goal is to enslave people on an unprecedented
scale, and - after - to bring the whole human
race on verge of extinction.
Here is a
short story of my struggle for not been watched
and move freely around the city and my misadventures
[note that some of these events could relate to my political writings].
Viewed separately, each of the events can be regarded
as an ordinary accident, occurred occasionally (as
coincident). However, interpreted in a complex with
all other similar events, and in combination of heavy
police surveillance, it will fit into another logical
scheme. For example, police and video cameras monitoring,
with their unprecedented intrusion into people's private
life, viewed in complex with unlawful searches in dissidents'
apartments, can show us, how the intruders know if the owner
is out of his dwellings. Analyzed together with police
escorting and surveillance, physical attacks on dissidents
under Harper's regime can show us a much wider picture.
Simultaneously, all the events, even if viewed as separate
accidents, combined with the denial of medical help
(treatment of injuries) show something else (state terrorism).
If someone is hit by a car at a pick of police's aggressive
surveillance, it can explain how the police or / and maybe
a driver involved in an accident were used without their
knowledge. If you forget that the new metro-bus pass (Opus) is nothing else
but a smart card with a chip inside, which allows someone to monitor all your
movements, you'll see suspicions about police cars that show up too often at
the trajectory of your movement as your own persecution mania. We're also
tend to forget that the policemen may think that they're escorting and monitoring
you for protection but whoever gives orders may use obtained information for the
opposite goals. When, in Harper's era, security and surveillance,
medical software and its maintenance, telephone conversations'
tapping, and Internet monitoring are given to a pirate foreign
state (Israel): nothing legal and fair can be produced by such
a symbiosis. If such companies as Verint, Websense, or Comverse
are given a marshal law authority - and Mossad received an
exclusive right to persecute people on Canadian soil: it's
a marasmatic degradation of justice.
In all my movements around the city
I am strictly
controlled and closely watched by police. In the serial
of my articles under a
common title
"License to kill" (full version is available
only in Russian (use online translators) I am
giving examples of permanent police's monitoring of my everyday life. At the
very moment of showing up at the street I often see a police car - waiting
downstairs or passing by. Then a police car that was just standing goes after
me.
Below is my story how and why I am persecuted
just for being a human.
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1. Since approximately 2001 I started to notice more and more
surveillance cameras in the metro and underground city. I made a number of
photos for Internet to show that the cameras have been doubled, tripled, etc. Later
the whole bunch of photos has been vanished.
Soon it was forbidden to photograph in the underground city.
It outraged me: they don't allow us to make photos while
watching us non-stop through their cameras!!!
There is no doubt that the principle and sudden aggressive surveillance policy
started in Montreal in august 2001, prior to alleged "muslim" "terrorist
attack" on N.-Y. and Pentagon. It was later excused retrospectively "by the
attack". Montreal's Jewish Zionist activist Jil Troy and other Zionists have
been threatening people by such an attack, "if we'll oppose to non-judicial
persecution of the critics of Israel" (spring-summer, 2001). Prior to the
attack, Israeli Mossad's firms (similar to Websense and Verint) have been hugely
penetrated European and North American market, and the 9-11 gave them new
colossal profit all around the globe.
2. Since approximately December 2001 or February 2002 I started to
notice that I am followed. A task to monitor me was given to young men of
16-17. They were very aggressively chasing me. Principle changes have been
occurred in the end of 2004 - beginning of 2005, when I noticed at the first
time that whoever coordinated the young men received an access to surveillance
cameras. Actually by then Canadian conservatives, backed by Israel and the
Jewish lobby in Canada, have started to gain more and more power. When in the end of 2005
Steven Harper literally hijacked the Progressive Conservative Party of Canada,
and unlawfully usurped the political power in Canada, I was subjected to a
demonstrative, intimidated and harassing monitoring, executed by experienced people
and in cooperation with the police. I am nor sure if it was a response to a
series of my articles, which depicted Harper as an Israeli creature, and predicted
an electronic tyranny (surveillance mayhem), and conversion of Canada into an
Israel-controlled police state.
In 2001 small municipal tractors that clean the snow on the pavement harassed
me and my mother almost hitting us in a place where it was no escape.
3. When in the residential building, where
I was living at Aylmer, Michele was replaced by a new
concierge [according to rumors: a former secret services
agent], a surveillance camera was installed in the lobby,
and it was banned to exit through the backdoor. Immediately,
one or another police car started to intercept me at the
corner of Milton-Aylmer, or Aylmer-Sherbrook, or just near
my home. If I used to exit ("illegally") from the backdoor,
no police car intercepted me at my area. However, the new
concierge somehow knew about my escapes from the camera view,
and threatened me by "criminal charges" (!) and even
beating. Soon he started to follow me in the streets, in the
process changing his coat and cap, hiding behind trees, and
employing a number of other professional tricks.
4. In 2005, a newly "elected" (the opposition called
his victory "a forgery") mayor Trambley, protégé
of Israeli-Jewish lobby, has launched a campaign of expulsion
of under-paid and even middle class tenants from downtown.
Landlords have received green light and marshal-law authority
to unlawfully expel tenants. We and other tenants were harassed,
warned, and illegally plundered in building's administration's
attempt to force us to leave. The camera in the lobby was used
to see if no one is at home, and search
the apartment and destroy tenants' property. In two occasions,
small quantity of marihuana were found at student's apartment,
and the concierge has blackmailed them, and they left. I managed
to collect tenants' signatures under a letter, questioning a need
of camera in the lobby, and protesting against intervention
into tenants' private life. However, in our absent, our apartment
was searched, and the petition with all the signatures stolen.
The landlord has started a true war on us, destroying our property
and terrorizing us in many different ways.
Let me stress that before approaching Harper's
era nothing (incidents or accidents) has happened to me.
5. In November or Devember 2004 a car hit me on
the corner of Milton-Aylmer, when I was returning from
a Dépanneur. The driver stopped, telling me to
cross the street, and then suddenly rushed on me. By luck,
I had no broken bones, but received a painful and very
slowly healing trauma.
6. In April or March 2005 I was standing at a bus
stop at Park-Milton, when
a motorcycle rushed from Aylmer to the pavement, and hit me. I grabbed the driver,
and we both fell (I on top). The driver attacked me with his fists, but a found
a refuge in the bus. I had bruises, and almost a year: pain in my right
shoulder.
7. Living in McGill ghetto, I had some influence
on McGill University students, and was in contact with
the student radio stuff. Once, in the end
of 2005, when I was attaching my leaflet with a pamphlet
against the surveillance cameras to a billboard at McGill,
an alleged "municipal worker"
has approached me, and said that I might be "so angry"
because of my harsh
housing conditions, and several days later we received
a municipal "logement"
at Pont-St.-Charles. We had no choice, because the
pressure from the present
landlord became outraged, but I never used to a new
location, and am always
missing the McGill area. For half a year I was so
depressed after being
expelled from Aylmer that did not compose and did
not write anything.
8. It is not excluded that the authorities
(Canadian or not: it does not matter...)
knew that I am so attached to McGill ghetto.
They could learn this only from
one man: a former Soviet and then an Israeli
citizen (let call him "B."), who
was "sent to me" from Israel, and started
accompanying me in my walks around
the city. The same man has encouraged me to
learn to run a bicycle, and in my
age of 51 I became a bicyclist.
What if through him someone hoped
to get rid of me (starting bicycling in
my age and without any previous experience
prospected a big expectation of future accidents.
My successful debut as a bicyclist has provoked
me to start running on rolling blades, and this
was even more dangerous.
9. In December, 2006, around 17.00, the same driver that hit me at
Milton-Aylmer in the end of 2004, almost kill me when I was crossing Notre-Dame
at De Lima, and I fell, receiving a bad injury.
10. October, 20, 2006. Going back home around midnight from Bord de Lac,
I miraculously avoided a deadly accident, when a man in all black was standing
under the railway bridge from one side, and his huge black dog: on the other
side. An abrupt running off and sharp virage prevented me from hitting the
brakes. All lights around the tunnel were suspiciously turned off, and a train
was accurately by then passing by (with its all noise).
11. Between 5 and 12 of May, 2007, at day time,
a police car went to the trottoir at St.-Patrick, and
almost hit me (I was walking). I had to jump, and slightly
injured my tender ligaments. In the same day, when, on
rolling blades, I was going home from the opposite bank
of the canal, oil was splashed on my way,
and, falling, I seriously injured my hand. Perhaps,
I could avoid the injury of
not the previous trauma in an incident with a police car.
At the same day,
earlier, 2 policemen have called from downstairs.
12. End of May, 2007. Oil was splashed on the ramp that I use to access
the bicycle trays. Simultaneously, a girl on a bike was "pressing" on me from
behind, which contributed to the accident.
13. Mid June, 2007. An "administrative dame" in a uniform (came in a Volkswagen,
Quebec 065 MXE) has inspected the yard, and went to my balcony.
14. End of September, 2007. 2 individuals have attacked me near Glen and
St.-Catherine. I met them before only one time: when they approached me and
"B." (see paragraph 8) near Viger and Berri. By then, I had no conversation or
contact with them. I managed to defend myself but received bruises, scratches,
and ligaments' trauma. These 2 individuals looked like young homeless men. Few
days later same 2 types were chasing me at Côte-des-Neiges and Sherbrook.
I found a refuge in a bus.
15. October the 2nd 2007, Tuesday (21.10).
I was badly hit by a car 988 PPH. Knowing some facts about
the modern technologies, and a possibility of using the driver
and his car as a weapon even without driver's knowledge and his
consent, I am not guarantying that it wasn't an attempt on my life.
The driver was 100 percent guilty. Before I was hit by the car, police
cars 98-07 and 50-92 were following me. Besides, there is a link
between this car and a car 492 LTJ that attempted to kill me next year.
Also, on 9 of January 2008, the car 988 PPH was pursuing our car for
some time near Villa Maria metro. It is also very possible that the
driver of black Tojota Yaris 325 VXK (Quebec) that was during one year
monitoring my movements many times and in many different areas -
is the same person that hit me in the car 988 PPH. Read the full
story:
"License to kill" (full version is available
only in Russian (use online translators)
In St.-Mary hospital and other medical institutions, I was denied
ANY medical treatment. The thrombosis resulted from the injuries could finish
my life if a thrombus traveled to my heart. I was lucky that few days later,
blood from my leg traveled down to the foot area, forming a terrible hematoma. I
spent about 2 months (actually around 3 months) in bed, unable to walk and
receiving no medical help. I had terrible pain, and still: no prescription.
Only an obsessive self-treatment and advises from medical doctors from abroad
brought me back to life.
16. April 23, 2008. Going back home around midnight from Lachine,
I miraculously avoided
a deadly accident, when someone placed a canister filled with water on my way. The
canister was artificially cut to form sticking pieces, sharp as knives. It was
placed under the bridge and at a steep turn just few second before my passage. When,
at a considerable speed, I was going down the turn, another bicyclist has
appeared from "nowhere", behaving strangely. The road was wet; no light was on;
and, in addition, someone covered fluorescent marks on a small wall by a
garbage bag. 2 girls were standing on the bridge and laughing, but, seeing that
I noticed them, rapidly left. Hiding behind shadows and trees I secretly
followed them, and saw that the same bicyclist later joined them.
17. June 7, 2008, Saturday (9.15). The car 492 LTJ did an attempt to hit
me, abruptly turning form the road, when I was walking on the pavement. Trying
to avoid the car, I received lot of bruises and scratches. On June 14, 2008,
Saturday (12.15), the driver of the same car attacked me with a knife, and cut
my left hand. Several times me or my friends: we saw both cars, 988 PPH
(that hit me in October, 2007), and 492 LTJ,
standing side by side. I think that the same man was driving the car that hit
me in December, 2004, at the corner of Milton and Aylmer (see paragraph 5),
and he was the driver that almost killed me in December 2006 at Notre Dame
(see paragraph 9).
18. October, 18, 2008, Saturday. When, after accompanying my wife and
daughters to a bus station I came home, I found the door open. It was a mess in
my apartment. All lights and all computers were turned on, and signs of an
illegal search were everywhere. Same day my telephone stopped working. I called
my telephone company and Bell, but the phone was dead. Later, in the evening, young
guy's from the 1-st floor friend smashed window of another neighbor's
apartment. I was an only witness. I have a well-grounded suspicion that they
both are gendarmerie's informers. The second, a black guy, and his gang, have harassed
me several times in the Old City and Old Port of Montreal. When the policemen
came in police car 15-11, they went to my balcony, and next day I found out
that my bicycle's wheel is pierced (cut). It doesn't mean that the police
non-doubtfully sabotaged my bicycle, because it could be done by someone else
to provoke me to accuse the police.
19. Since October, 2008, electrical-electronic devices in my room started to
burn "for no reason". I made a supposition that the electrical system in the
corridor and my room is defective. I've contacted the municipal office, but
they dismissed my complaint as "nonsense". I lost 3 computers and other
devices. On March 15, 2009, Sunday (23.30), it was a blackout in our apartment,
after a loud click. Interestingly, it happened when I was speaking on the phone
with about mentioned "B.". Concierge did not repair the system, and forbid me
to approach the panel. Nest day he announced he going to call specialists from
the company that installed and maintained the electrical system. Few days we
were without electricity. When the "specialists" came, they took out an
interrupter that did not match the panel and looked as an object from outer
space. Without the "interrupter" everything was working fine, and better then
ever. However, the specialists came back, and told that it is "forbidden" to
use the panel without it. They brought another, a normal interrupter, looking
as most interrupters, and completely different from the previous one.
20. March 17, 2009. A letter from the municipal office has urged us to
provide a copy of the key from our apartment. We called them, and explained
that we did it right away, when moved to this apartment in 2006. Besides, I
wrote them a letter, demanding to show us the duplicates that we gave them, or explain
where the keys are. However, they never called us in this matter or sent an
explanation. A good question: if they don't have the keys' duplicates, then who
has?
21. May, 2009. After discussing with a bus driver high resolution
cameras, placed at 5 cm from passengers' faces, I was met on exit by the police
and questioned. They knew exactly, where I must get out.
22. August, 2009. A poly-functional player was stolen from me at the
Jewish General Hospital, where I had to bring my mother, and later was thrown
to me in a metro train.
August, 3, 2009.
4 separate incidents. 1. Going home from my mother, I had to pass two
policemen from the Pr?vention d'incendie team. When 5 minutes later I turned from St.-Catherine
to Glen, a motorcycle run on me from a shelter, where was hiding, and only miraculously I manage
escaped. (21.20-21.50). 2. Bicycling after 11.00, I was stalked by the same young man that was
standing with his dog on my way on October 20, 2006 (see paragraph 10). Near Des Seigneurs
he went at my lane, threatening me by a collision. 3. Near Wellington and Peel I was attacked by
2 young individuals, one black and one white, who did an attempt to beat me down. I recognized
the white guy as a bicyclist, involved in the incident with the canister on 23 of April 2008 (see
paragraph 16). 4. On my back way from the Old Montreal, in the end of De La Commune, two
black individuals have intercepted me and started to chase. One was a head of a gang that intimidated
and harassed me around the Old Port. Only 2 years later I discovered that he's the same guy that
smashed my neighbor's from the 2nd floor window (see paragraph 18), lives nearby, and friend of
my neighbor's from the 1st floor stepson. I went much faster then them, but at a very narrow passage
I lost too much time, and the friend of my neighbor intercepted me and pushed my bicycle, which
run into a post. Only miraculously I wasn't killed or injured. Without seeing, what happened to me,
he gave me a death threat in French: "Tu veux encore jouer? Si tu continue ton jour, tu est mort!"
23. From 12 to 13 March 2010 someone broke the barrel of my bicycle's rare
wheel. In the same time lot of pounded glass was dropped in the backyard (coincident?).
24. May, 3, 2010 (15.01). Policeman in the car 70-45 that was involved
in monitoring my movements, has stopped my wife, and issued a fine for no
reason. He claimed that (driving the car) she did not allow a pedestrian to
pass, but there were no pedestrians, and, besides, the passage for pedestrians
is forbidden in that particular place. 16.40, on the our back, the same police
car 70-45 was following us at Notre-Dame, and then was hiding in one of the
backyards.
25. July, 14, 2010. Around midnight, when going home after bicycling
with "B.", I was almost hit by a car, and had no doubt that the driver tried to
hit me intentionally. Later, closer to my home, a smoke cartridge was thrown at
the road while I was bicycling, and just by luck I had avoided an eventual
collision with a car. During our "joint venture" "B." several times spoke on
the cell phone.
26. 21, July, 2010. Me, and my wife, we attended a birthday party. On 24
of July, 2010, I have discovered that 4 volumes of my diaries have vanished.
27.
August, 1 - 29, 2010
When (August, 4th) Daniel S., an English-speaking
anti-Zionist activist, has paid me a visit, there
was a call at 14.15 from my Internet provider,
with a claim that ostensibly a massive spam was
sent from one of our computers (ip-id's). Was it
a warning about Daniel's visit? (Our Internet
worked from Lunix DVD, so, the claim was ridiculous)
Same evening an RCMP car (Canadian gendarmerie)
has intercepted me around Atwater 6 times.
On 5th of August 2010 someone called me, and
told that dialed a wrong number. However, my
id-caller display has identified the call as
made from Verint: an Israeli Mossad - CIA
company that installed and maintains the
surveillance system in Montreal's metro and
buses. I dedicated several works in Russian,
uncovering the truth about Verint and denouncing
Verint's intervention if many countries' internal
affairs.
This very day a drone was flying along the canal
of Lachin with two sparks: green and white. It
came up and over a roof of my dwellings.
On 6th of August, Friday, the same drone was
against my windows again.
From August, 7th till August, 14th a police
car (15-10, 15-3, or 15-30 (a "new one") met
me every evening, during my walks, and waited
on the bridges when I was going back home.
Since August, 15th police cars (3 or 4) appear
15-20 times in half an our of my "promenade",
mostly 15-9 (that "replaced" 15-10 and 15-11).
Each time we are leaving in our car, this police
vehicle 15-9 is lashed at the tail-end.
September, 1st - November, 25th, 2010
A new level of contacts with police is defined by
the fact that the policemen have started talking
to me from the police vehicles. Two policewomen
have discussed abstract subjects with me from
approximately 11.30 in the evenings near IGA at
Charlevoix. Before they have turned to me from
the vehicle, they "have cut" me in miscellaneous
streets 8 times.
I was intercepted by police vehicle 15-3 near
my home at a silent and small street St.-Charles,
and the policeman has stopped me, and asked,
"how are you doing". In November (at 5 o'clock
in the afternoon), two policemen have discussed
with me some miscellaneous subjects.
December, 1st, 2010 - March, 20th 2011
In the beginning of February, 2011 they started
to follow me extremely obsessionally. Each time,
When I leave my home, I see a police vehicle
(15-3 since end of January, and 15-13 since
February, 12th). On 28 of February, 2010, I walked
from Mont-Royal back home, playing "games" with a
police car that followed me: just for "fun". It
intercepted my way 13 times without seeing me.
I was noticed only near Notre-Dame, by an undercover
black jeep. When I crossed Notre-Dame, a drone was
flying perpendicularly to the street. A usual
helicopter at a distance could not skip over
street's sectional view so wantonly: it's not
a bullet! Plus, it would vanish behind arbours.
1-2 minutes later, when I was at canal parkland,
a police car 15-14 have rushed directly at me from
a shelter behind brushes and trees, where there are
no passages, streets, or roads. It's necessary to
add that I have not walked towards the bridge, and
have decided to cross the canal on sluice (canal lock)
just because did not wish to be intercepted by police.
I suggested that
on such an islet of wilderness - among bushed and trees
(and, in mid-winter!) - a police vehicle can emerge just
in a... dream... in a dreadful dream. The police car has
sharply braked just near me, and policemen have stopped
me, and began to interrogate.
In not French-speaking areas some policemen can be rude
and mock me, bearing malice. In one municipality far away
from my area, policemen in a patrol car 27-8 were haughty
gloating over, when they managed to catch me while trying
to escape from shadowing.
In March-April, 2011, surveillance, escorting,
intimidation and chasing came to a worse faze
(or level), because the police was now not just
escorting and (or) intercepting me, but - as a rule -
stopped me and questioned. They were still speaking
with me politely, but now more formally, and less
friendly. The situation, therefore, has been
threateningly changed. To the end of April (since
February) I was stopped and questioned by police
15 times. This is not just abnormal, but very
threatening.
And on the 26th of April, 2011, I was intercepted,
stopped, searched, interrogated and punished by
police. This brings a dramatic and principle difference
from all previous persecutions, as every one can see.
If disconnected from all previous events and permanent
police monitoring, it can be interpreted as just an
unjustified penalizing in an attempt to bring some
money into impoverished municipal treasury. However,
it brings a full gamma of questions about police's
(globally) implementation of marshal law (including
curfew), and harassment of citizens in deserted areas
or (and) after darkness. In my case it brings even more
questions, damasking very sinister things, and putting
my health, life and freedom under a permanent threat.
Another crying fact is that many of those events were
reported to police. However, I never heard from the police,
and my statements were left without any attention. Both
incidents with the cars were reported to police. Some time
after reporting the 1st incident I came to police station
at Decarie - Van Horne, asking for conclusions of the inquiry,
but was told nothing.
Here I must stop the description of this kind of events,
because I gave enough examples. Yes, this was not
a full chronicle, but just some selected facts. It can be
easily suggested that not all of the described incidents,
accidents,
conflicts and troubles were parts of someone's malicious
"conspiracy". However, regarding a huge number of
omitted events, and number of above mentioned, they are
too multiple and too specific for just coincidental "bad luck".
LIVING UNDER A PERMANENT POLICE SCRUTINY
In all other cases, a police car appears within 2 or 5 minutes
after I exit my home.
The police intercept my way at key points: on or under the
bridges; and so on.
Sometimes they are demonstratively following me with
my own (pedestrian) speed,
and, if I turn left, they turn left, if I turn right,
they turn right, and so
on. In some occasions they're doing so with the alarm
lights and siren.
If I manage to disappear from their sight, they search
the whole area, calling
for enforcement. Sometimes if I escape for 10, 15,
or 20 minutes, later 2 or 3
police cars with flashing alarm lights and sirens
block my way in a
"punishment". Levels and categories of the "punishment"
are strict enough: for
vanishing from police's "observation", for expressing
(by looks or a gesture) my
protest against unlawful and illegal espionage, for trying to hide my contacts,
for "escaping" from my area to a neighbor or distant area. The last is "awarded"
by an inevitable direct contact with the police, accompanying by interrogation
(questioning). Lowering the window, a police officer starts asking me - where
I'm going, and what I am intended to do. This happens near gates, bridges, tunnels,
or passages between two neighborhoods. The same happens, when, after vanishing
from police's sight, I appear near my home.
I can not be mistaken when in francophone areas I feel a palpable police
officers' sympathy towards my case. They do what they were ordered to do, but
they feel uneasy. And in non-francophone areas a number of policemen openly
mock on me, or express their triumphal superiority when catching me while
trying to escape "observation". My location is detected instantly when I pass
under a first surveillance camera.
By experience, now I know that all cameras, installed for private use, are
virtually "expropriated" by police, secret services, local mafia, and foreign
intelligence. Cameras in the stores, banks, pharmacies, café and
restaurants, etc., are used against the customers and customers' essential interests.
In rare occasions repressive "services" just hack into the transmission of the
video signal, but in the most of the cases companies that install and maintain
the surveillance are willingly handing "a second" (or third, fourth, etc.) access
to police, or whoever is paying / intimidating.
Many (if not most...) of the security and surveillance companies in Montreal are
literally owned by Israeli Mossad. Israel-found and Mossad-owned (and linked
to CIA) company "Verint" is a contractor of STUM (Montreal transportation
system). The whole monstrous system of surveillance inside Montreal Metro
(underground
trains' lines) and underground city (biggest in Canada) is in the hands of
Verint (Mossad). Such huge security companies as IsraGuard are based in Israel,
owned by Mossad, and employ almost exclusively former Israeli Army's officers. All
innumerous security and surveillance companies became a real mafia that does
not serve Canadian national or even governmental interest, but (the opposite)
undersubordinated
the whole country to their interests and needs. This mafia was given a status
of private police, with the authority of police and secret services, and a
"real" police became just "a supplement". In my work
Matrix a la Canada [in Russian only;
use online translators] I give detailed information about many of
such companies, their "origins", location, hidden links, etc. They are a symbol
of Harper's era.
As a rule, police starts to follow me after my location has been noticed by an
undercover. First contact takes place when a civil car (often without a
registration plate, or with a plate covered by dirt) intercepts me near one of
the "key points" (tunnels, bridges, or near my home), aggressively "accompanying"
me. Within a minute, a police car appears.
For short periods of time police surveillance completely disappears. I can walk
an hour or two without seeing a single police car. Or, if sometimes I notice
one, it's just passing by, performing a routine patrol, with no interest
towards my person. In such days the whole procedure of surveillance is handed
over to undercover. Most of them are taxis: 6 or 7 with the same registration plate
numbers, which I know pretty well. Those are, in my opinion, police agents, and
I'm not afraid of them. But among "undercover" are also strange cars with no
ID, pseudo-"military" vehicles, or very old and "smashed" Fiats or Peugeots,
without lights. In a police state like Canada, under unimaginable for people in
Russia, Belarus, Lithuania or Poland police surveillance, cars without ID-s and
/ or lights "can not exist": or must be "authorized". Drivers of those cars
have a very clear Israeli "phenotype", and typical Israeli behavior. Sometimes
I am confronted by luxury and very expensive cars, in which people of this type
are sitting. As I suggest, those are the "coordinators". I think, THEY are
lashing the police at me. They also coordinate (keeping police in darkness) and
combine police surveillance with attempts on my life, attacks, and dirty
provocations.
I think that I know at least three of the "coordinators". One is a former
Soviet citizen, who also spent 5 years in Israel. Another one is an alleged
Israeli-born "businessmen" and an owner of several stores in Montreal. The last
one is also an Israeli-born bureaucrat, who confronted me at Canadian
Immigration (St.-Antoine 10/10). I believe that they are responsible for number
attacks, attempts on my life, and other incidents.
Before Harper's era I was never subjected to massive police surveillance, and
was never confronted, stopped, or questioned by police. This can be linked to
so-called Canada-Israel treaty (about security of "common borders"), which
official and secret articles have subverted Canadian authority over the enforce
institutions and submissed them to Israeli intelligence (see in:
"Matrix a la Canada" ). Israel received unrestricted access
to persecution of Canadian citizens and to
personal confidential information on every Canadian.
Harper is the most pro-Israeli leader in the world, who declared his course of
the "defense" of the "Jewish State" and "Jews" "more important" then the
national interests of Canada, and whom Israeli Prime-Minister Netanyahu called
"friend of Israel Number 1" ("better" then even USA).
In combination of unlimited privileges, and the status of impunity, superiority,
and permissiveness of the leading powerful Jewish organizations, institutions,
and communities, the "Canada-Israel Treaty" made a destiny of anyone, whom they
"don't like" plausibly pitiful.
No wonder that attacks and attempts on my life came together with the massive
police surveillance. They are combined with the denial of medical help. My injuries
and infections were left completely untreated. Many of my serious health
problems are simply ignored. Blood tests and other tests are "normalized". Presently,
the consequences of untreated infections and injuries became so alarming that I
am preparing myself to the worse.
My medical file is obviously
a subject for enforcement agencies'
studies, because each police intimidation and interrogation, or attacks and
other incidents are "attached" to my most recent complains to a
doctor, and, regarding my age and cardio-vascular problems, aim to finish me
out. When Quebec Immigration gave me a permission to stay, the Federal
Immigration, headed by Ministers with potential or actual Israeli citizenship, launched
a "medical terrorist" campaign against me and my mother, based on fake and
falsified medical records. My mother's torturing heart disease and her stroke
came as a direct result of those "medical persecutions". They "accused" me of
having "syphilis", "malaria", "leprosy" and "tuberculosis", and ordered a
forcible treatment. If I agreed with this cruel and outraged decision, I could
be dead by now. Instead, I turned to famous medical doctors, human rights and
public organizations, political activists, deputies, etc., and, of course, I
did independent tests in private laboratories. The amazing (totally opposite)
"differences" between Immigration and "civil" medical tests can fully explain the
blatant "normalization" ("overage data") of my today's medical tests.
A new wave (and level) of intimidation in last weeks (I'm omitting description
of pre-26 of April events) could be an attempt to trigger a dramatic decline of
my state of health. The same can be said about the last intimidation,
suspension, interrogation and punishment by police.
Manipulations with a medication that I need to control my blood pressure - and
the joint campaign of medical - police terror indicate that I might not have a
very bright future.
EXAMPLES OF POLICE AND UNDERCOVER SURVEILLANCE
WHAT REALLY HAPPENED (A TRUE STORY)
I left home around midnight, April, 26, 2011.
On bike, I moved from my place, along the Lachine canal, to the West, and
crossed the canal by a pedestrian-bicycle bridge near Beaudoin street. Suddenly,
a police car 15-9 literally emerged from darkness, illuminating all the lights.
Preventing me from approaching and seeing their faces or something else, two
men have ordered me to go off the bicycle trays, and to move up along the
square George-Etienne Cartier.
Something terribly wrong was about this police car, and, terrified, I moved to
Notre Dame, closer to people and lights. Expecting that the same car will make
a circle to meet me further at Notre Dame, I stepped from my bike, and walked
under the bridge to St.-Jacques. A taxi of a light color, with 11T in the
beginning of the registration number, followed me demonstratively,
zigzagging in response to my zigzags, and going backward if I went against the
traffic (all that time I was walking). There and then a police car 12-16
with alarm flashing lights and siren has intercepted me at the corner
of St.-Antoine (Park), and - after intimidating - ran away. I've decided
to return home through Maisonneuve street, with its bicycle trays, and
approached the Glen street. Having no intention to climb the hill atop my bike,
I have placed myself in the saddle, just to rest for few minutes and to consider
if to continue several meters, and then to walk. I was standing there unmovable,
when a small police car, like one of the metro police squad (STUM) cars, almost
smashed into me, and a policemen, looking out from the window, shouted me to
displace my bike to the pavement, and to go up atop my bike. I've pretended that
I am obeying the order, but as soon as the police disappeared, I have stepped
down from the bike, and climbed Glen Street walking. The car 12-16 first
appeared from under the bridge, moving towards me, and disappeared from my sight
somewhere at or after St.-Jacques' corner. Only then it returned to intercept me.
What happened after refers to the previous chapter. However, in my "official
version" of what happened, I have not mentioned few things.
1. Interrogating me, the policemen suggested that I look at them as if I
was thinking that they know me. I confirmed this, and told that it's not the
first time I am followed by police, and in the past was stopped and questioned
around 15 times, just without my ID verification.
2. At one instant, when the policewomen was questioning the onboard
computer, the policemen told me that I have a criminal record, but quickly corrected
himself, saying "ah, no, not really". However, I received an impression that I
am somewhere on a black list.
3. I told that was bicycling along the Lachine canal, until the police
car 15-9 stopped me and ordered to step off the bicycle trays, and later I was ordered
from another police car (calling this a conspiracy) to run atop my bike on the
pavement. They have contacted the police car 15-9, and received an answer that this
car did not approach me today. In this case I tend to trust the police
officers, and this leads to a sinister supposition that a car, which
intercepted me near G.-E. Cartier was a fake. It is also very significant that
the car 15-9 was on duty by exactly that time, and that the patrol officers
said that did not approach me TODAY.
4. When I objected
accusations, and stressed that was stopped while standing on my feet,
separately from bike, they've agreed that this is true, but added that saw me cycling
on the pavement (when: a month, a week, an hour ago?). Then, I said, they had
to stop me for that right away, not after.
5. The policemen have warned me that in the future I should not run out
from a police car, but must stay in sight if followed. I must stress that not
occasionally was stopped and interrogated by police at the corner of Glen and
St.-Catherine. As a rule, in my everyday life I am intercepted on the bridges
when crossing the canal (at Peel, Seigniors, and Charlevoix), or when walking
under a bridge.
I have no doubt that the police car 12-16 was sent specifically to catch
me down Glen (Courcelle), near the railway, because the "coordinators"
might seen this as an only scenario possible. They were absolutely sure: after
being ordered to go up to St.-Catherine atop my bike I had to do the opposite. Normally,
sorrounded by 2-3 police cars I usually go to an opposite direction. They have also
calculated my logic. Directed by a smaller police car to St.-Catherine, I was
actually directed to a place of arrest and interrogation, as for this the
policemen often tell motorists or bicyclists to move to a place more suitable
for them. Besides, St.-Catherine is another borough, with stricter and more
severe bylaws. Thus, to avoid a very predictable police action against me, I
had to run. They foresaw that I'll try to escape on my bike, on maximal speed -
towards Notre-Dame, crossing the railway. If I did so, they would pursuit me
with the siren and alarm, and would lay criminal charges. However, they knew
nothing about an "imposter" police car 15-9 and my fear to go back "to
it".
Thus, passing the bridge, the policemen in 12-16 did not believe that are
seeing me, and continue chasing "would-be me" down Glen. When they didn't
meet anyone who looks like me down there, they came back to St.-Catherine. If
they were bad people, they could confiscate my flashlight, and pretend that I
was cycling without it. They also could add that I'm wearing no helmet. And, of
course, they could question the technical condition of my bicycle. Multiple
charges could open a wide road for a criminal case. Probably, ordered to accuse
me in any kind of misconduct by any mean, they have chosen not the hardest.
However, next time the authorities will send stonehearted policemen, who will fabricate
enough crap to put me behind bars.
The specifics of my health problems and my psychological state (no wonder!) are
such that any serious stress is killing me. My enemies know that, and their
real goal is to finish me out. I'll not survive even a short detention, as I'll
not survive without outdoor activities. Anyone who can do something about my
situation, please, help me!
CONCLUSIONS
We, humans, are "diminished" to digital files, and "restricted" to a "Human
Ghetto", which territory is constantly shrinking. New totalitarian (neo-feudal)
regimes treat us as a commodity (non-leaving "property"), denying us our human
functions. For them, the interaction with people under their usurper electronic
tyranny became an obsessive computer game, which fascination is growing in
direct proportion of the "amount of power". More power and authority: more fun.
They exercise their electronic toys on us (from surveillance cameras to "medusa"
killing devises; from drones and helicopters to police vehicles; from scanning
machines to robots-murderers) as if we were characters within their computer's
monitor. More power over individuals: more addiction. Rulers' addiction is
growing, and consequently tyrannical restrictions and violations of our human
rights are growing proportionally. An understanding that the privacy is a
cornerstone of our survival as humans and simply living beings became a core
issue, which absence is the most essential tragedy.
Boycott of restaurants and stores with the most intruding into our private life
cameras; iPhones and other champions of spying on users; busses with the spying
cameras and the most "intruding" metro stations; ICQ, Twitter and Facebook; software
that demands "web registration" or "installation over Internet": all this could
become a message - that enough is enough. Instead, the public is accepting mass
psychosis and addictions that were "vaccinated" by the governments, making the
future of the Mankind hopeless...
Montreal, April, 2011.
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