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The cops, the chicken wings, and the whore

Updated: May 27, 2023

It's Saturday, it's fucking freezing outside (currently feels like -42c), so I think it to be a perfect day for a spicy story about cops, chicken wings and the whore. There was a pizza, too, but the wings played a much bigger role in the story.

2015: The surety of the person


In order for any of this story about the chicken wings and the whore to make sense, you'll need some context.


In 2015, I was 3 years post-professional suicide. You can read about that, here. By this time, I've understood money is debt in transit, I've understood that Iceland had voided their debt, I've got my eyes on Bitcoin, and that we somehow needed to replicate voiding the debt in Quebec - the pieces of the financial puzzle are coming together.


I reserve the political party name Pirate Party Quebec and myself as its leader, start networking with Bailey from Pirate Party Canada and Birgitta Jonsdottir from Pirate Party Iceland. I want to know HOW they did it. How did Iceland jail the bankers?


36 Bankers, 96 Years In Jail! Sounds good to me. Off we go:


Scott Duncan, Rocco Galati, and Pete

"Ceux qui se ressemblent, se rassemblent"
Those that resemble each other, assemble together.

There I was at a conference about a court case that caught my attention along this path to voiding the debt: The People vs. The Bank of Canada. I went there with a friend. I wanted to know about this group leading a historical fight in Canada. Rocco Galati, lawyer, along with Ann Emmett and the Hon. Paul Hellyer, plaintiffs, were holding a presentation about their court case, a historical one whose goal was to reinstate the Bank of Canada and the people's bank. You see, the bank of Canada is longer our lender. Please, don't believe me, verify like I did. Here are the details of Quebec's last loan:





Back to the topic at hand: the conference.


Right, so the presentation is over and those who are interested may stay if they have any questions. I need not detail the conversation, but little did I know the strangers around me would turn out to be game changers in my life and in the lives of so many in Quebec.


Standing there was a man named Pete. That evening after the conference, Pete left a comment on the FB conference event page inviting us all out for a drink. We had common interest in the public debt, so why the hell not, right? I'm trying to build Pirate Party Quebec, we've got a good group going, let's keep networking with the right people.


I don't know WHY I went as far as to borrow 20 bucks to go there. Something said I needed to be there. I had committed professional suicide and was broke af. But I needed to get there.


That night at the bar

The final piece of the puzzle


Don't ask me how long we were there for: all I know is the pieces to this financial puzzle I wanted to solve landed with a 3$ glass of concentrate cranberry juice.


I sat there as Pete talked to us about our fundamental rights. I was honest. My answer went something like this:

Uh geese, I don't know Pete, something about the right to education, I think? They don't talk much about that in school.

The first flag goes up: why don't I know my fundamental rights? Pete then hits us with article one of the Quebec charter:

1. Tout être humain a droit à la vie, ainsi qu’à la sûreté, à l’intégrité et à la liberté de sa personne.
Il possède également la personnalité juridique. 1975, c. 6, a. 1; 1982, c. 61, a. 1.

Translation:

All human beings have a right to life, as well as to the surety, the integrity, and to the liberty of their person.


He equally possesses the juridical personality.


I'm translating it for you for 3 reasons:

  • our document is originally written in French

  • the English version on the site is an INTERPRETATION

  • LAW is rooted in English and only the legal definition applies, so TRANSLATION required if you really want to understand

The next two questions changed my life:

Who's the person? It says THEIR person. Their table. Their chair...

Me:

Wait... what?

Him:

It also says you possess the juridical personality. POSSSESS.

Me:

🤯

Him:

What's SURETY?

Me:

I have no clue.

Him:

Good answer.

Pete proceeds to pull out the legal definition of SURETY for me on his phone:

Me:

Tears start to swell up in my eyes as the dots start connecting.

Wait a minute. You mean there's a surety somewhere if I fail to pay or perform? My person, which I possess, has a surety and I have a fundamental right to it? How do we use it? When?

Pete went on to tell us about how he had been DISCHARGING public debt using the SURETY of his PERSON. Taxes, electrical bills, tickets. He wasn't doing it because "he no longer wanted to pay taxes."


He was doing it because the whole damn system is corrupt to the core, with ample evidence on public record to prove it in a court of law. He had determined that all debt associated with his person was fraud, he had every reason to believe it, hence was claiming the right to the surety of his person to settle these debts.


This right to the surety of the person was given to us by Rene Levesque. Some (myself included), suspect that this was his answer to Trudeau Sr. signing off on the bank act - the moment the Bank of Canada ceased being our bank. He knew the debt would swallow us, and gave us a way to protect the fruits of our labor.


I could go on and on, which I surely will throughout many articles, but let's get to the main event: thugs with guns, chicken wings, and a whore.


Late 2016-2017: The peak of crazy

Thugs with guns, chicken wings, and a whore


By late 2016, the pirate party group had become one with a new group which was used to document Pete's ongoing actions in discharging public debt. We called the new party PUCCAP - Peuple Uni Contre la Corruption et les Abus de Pouvoir (People united against corruption and abuse of power). A new public trust was founded: Droits Fondamentaux Québec. Our mission was to have fundamental rights recognized, respected, and valued ($$$). I'm actually still listed as vice-president on the registry. LOL.

It was peak frenzy publicly. 84000+ reach on social media and a private group nearing the 4k mark.


One lovely night, the man who taught Pete everything he knew, Scott Duncan, decided to comment on a post made by Montreal's favourite antifa martyr of the male kind, Xam Borg. Xam was butthurt because Scott made fun of him. Scott is a very direct dude. If you think I'm raw, you have no idea what being raw, means.


Xam was pulling a pity fest, asking "but what if I kill myself?", to which Scott answered he'd provide the rope.


Oops. He poked the wasps' nest. Next thing our group new, we were being mobbed online by angry leftists. Most of them had no idea who Pete was. They just answered to Xam's victim story and came in droves.


Scott was the one that made the comment, but this trickled down onto Pete - and the admins of the group - ie: me. As a growth hacker, I was happy. They had just given us amazing reach online, whether they wanted to or not. But then shit got weird.


When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore


First, a pizza delivery. I had not ordered pizza, but there it was at the front door. I headed into the Telegram group we had and let them know I had just received a pizza I did not order. Understand that while this is happening, the droves are whacking us online from every direction.


The working theory is that my Facebook page was being watched by the angry mob and me talking about pizza caused some idiot to order one in my name.


Putting the theory to test

The chicken wing comment

Wanting to verify if this theory was correct, Scott's wife, Tara, went to Facebook and made a comment about chicken wings on my wall.


If you guessed that chicken wings showed up at my door, you guessed right.


I report our test results back to the Telegram group - and then another knock at the door.


No word of a lie. A prostitute.


The angry mob ordered a prostitute. I wonder what she felt when TWO PEOPLE opened the door. I digress.


Make that money, girl

Time to investigate.

I apologize to the prostitute but make her an offer so she can still make money: find out who ordered the call, give me a phone number, and I'll pay you.


After about 20 minutes in the parking lot, she came back with a phone number. These shitheads were SPOOFING my own number via VOIP (voice over internet protocol). There went finding out who was making these calls.


My next move was to call local businesses and warn them about the prank calls. I told them to call the number back before processing any orders.


The night's not over

Because what good are chicken wings and a whore without cops?

Just when we thought our adventurous night was done, a beaming flash of light came in through the living room window.


Now we suddenly had cops scoping out the yard and skimming the land with their lights:

What was suddenly a funny night turned into a Hollywood scene in the house: close the blinds, close the lights, hunker down, and get as many people on Telegram to listen in as witnesses should something go wrong.


The neighbor later confirmed that the cops were indeed looking for Mario, the other human in the house with me. We'll never know why. All we know is that the cops stopped the neighbor thinking he was Mario. Needless to say, this night was far from boring. And that, friend, is the story of the thugs, the chicken wings, and the whore.


There's so much more to the surety story, from 50+ gun-totting thugs invading a home and place of business, to Longueuil police not following procedure just to give us a hard time in the middle of winter- I honestly think it will be the longest chapter when I put all these stories into a book.


Crazy times. It's what may have also lead to this government call I received.


Alright, this one is long enough.

Until we meet again.



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Feb 04, 2023

What the fuck. People have no lives.

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