I never conformed to the rules of school and inevitably in Grade 11, I was expelled permanently from Queen Elizabeth High for trying to tell other
classmates the teachers and principal were mere puppets. I went nose to nose with the Grade Coordinator in a private meeting which he called for, in
his office, and I was expelled for good for refusing to change my beliefs and accept the rules and policies of the school system.
However, I was free from the institution, which is truly what I wanted. A confirmation from them to tell my parents it was the schools decision, not
my own, call it a crutch if you will, but back then, I did not want to upset my folks by dropping out.
I was free of the chains of this man made structure, I was still under legal age. I never wanted to remain a robot of the school, being taught
obedience and beliefs that were contrary to my sense of reasoning. I only appreciated the math and language arts and that was all that school had to
offer, everything else seemed mundane and too much like mental training camp, teaching kids to trust people by employment and not by actions.
I was phenomenal at quarterbacking, practicing hours upon hours every day since I was 8 until I was 16, learning to run and throw long distances with
precision at full speed. Hell, I never wanted to be a ball licker for some company, I wanted to play ball professionally. Well, I ended up being a
ball licker and never making the big leagues, such is life.
Judge people based on their position within the system or their clothing, and do not judge them on their actions? This spoon fed mentality was an
element I never trusted in the school system, and one I would never miss. I was free to state that people in system positions were the same as people
who were not employed in system positions, their actions speak for themselves, and I was free again to judge on that principle alone.
It was this time as a teenager closing in on adulthood, I experienced the greatest man made concept of wrong doing under the guise of protection, and
the greatest organization of governance enforcement, the police. I learned quickly that they were no different than the groups of school kids who
would organize together to attack others individually. They act like innocent pupils before a judge and become gang members outside of the courts.
I then remembered the sorrow of hearing about the murder of Jesus when I was in Sunday school at 5 years old. I remembered hearing how the law
enforcers of that day tortured him and speared him as he hung, as he was dying, and how they laughed and mocked him on the cross. I remembered hearing
how the socialites called for his prosecution, and the administrators of Rome endorsed his public murder. The cops today have the same mentality as
they did back in Roman times, and for that sake, all of humanity has the same mentality today they have had throughout recorded history.
As I became an adult, I had my first child underway, a daughter I now love more than life. While the mother was pregnant, my sister threatened to kill
the mother out of rage and retaliation because the mother thought her son was spoiled, and my mother supported my sister. My father followed order. A
family I had loved more than life had tried to make me choose between them and the mother of my daughter, I made my choice and have not seen my
original family in over twenty years. This was a heart breaker.
When my daughter was a year old, the mother I chose over my family of over twenty years found a new mate, and I was given the pink slip from her, time
to move on cause another guy was moving in, literally. What is wild was that we had just loaded the home with brand new furniture throughout every
single room and a couple of cars, only weeks prior. I walked out with the clothes on my back, NOTHING MORE!
Within the year, in 1993, I was the youngest candidate in Canada during a federal election, I ran for the government of Canada in the Edmonton North
East constituency. I ran with a party I agreed on platform was correct. They stood firm that bankers of the Earth control all religion, all government
and all commerce, and that monetary reform was the only way to solve financial issues in government. I never won the riding, but I learned that those
who do not participate in politics want change and never get it, while those who do participate in politics do so to influence the changes they
desire.
I learned way too much about the political systems during this time, I learned about the structures of government, the legislative process, and the
infrastructures that form government. I was more than overwhelmed by meeting some of the bigger political names in the province and the country, and
to hear their stories. I could see how our current world is a carry over of beliefs and structures formed thousands of years ago.
I was also called in to be a guest on a provincial television show to discuss political issues, and when I did the show, the people in the party I ran
with turned against me for not promoting their agenda. Needless to say, I lost interest in returning to politics, too easy a game to understand
anyways once you get in deeper.
I survived out of a homeless shelter for a few months after the pain of constantly having my daughter held against me and not being able to see her to
please the mother. I had never experienced anything like it, being raised in a corner lot home all my life with food and security. I was in my later
twenties and learning of an environment that introduced me to the poor, the prostitutes and the addicts.
I dated a prostitute for a few months and tried to help her get her kids back from social services after learning that her 2 year old daughter was
crippled for life after being removed from the mother. The little girls name was “Valley Green”. I would later in years see the same little girl
and her brother on a local TV channel called Tuesdays Child segment of the news, she was walking with permanent crutches and a hockey helmet, and the
current foster mother was trying to find new foster parents to raise the two kids.
During the time at the homeless shelter, a few homeless guys were being picked on by a few guys working as cops, and I stood up to the cops. These
cops did everything they could to set me up with phony criminal charges, almost 100 charges and the charges were dropped in court within minutes of
the opening trial.



I have a whole day planned.