#ThisIsNotMyYYC#CalgaryPolice#DoBetter 1/?
So in a beautiful day in Calgary, minding my business and discussing the definition of the values that shape our country. With my favorite intellectual. Not the best day.
I leave dealing with whatever it is that life throws at you. Distracted, on the phone… about 10pm. This fully camouflaged man, who I didn’t notice pulls out a machete. He is flying high on Meth. Wiry, muscular and with the strength that only a good meth binge can give 2/?
He has definitely seen time in the system. Machete in the right hand and exposing his gangsta crotch holstered gun. He said he was there to kill me. He pushes me into an alley, by the parking lot. Obviously he wanted my stuff before, which I gave him. 3/?
I wasn’t surprised, not courage, but distracted. In any case I somehow under several cameras and in front of several Calgarians in their trucks literally drove off. Somehow, I manage to remove the machete which he attacked me with, 4/?
I think in our struggle, his gun, fake or real, which I had no interest in finding out, fell inside his boot tucked in camos. I didn’t use his weapons against him. There was no need, but mostly because I figured the cops would show up at that point and just shoot us both. 5/?
I then realized my wife was alone at home. He had my keys, including my gun safe key as I am a proud and responsible gun owner, my address labelled knapsack and my phone. Not my wallet, for whatever reason I took it back. First place I see is the Holiday Inn. 6/?
I literally commander the lobby. Two dumb “Karens” were in the lobby, just watching. Fucking stupid. Two phones at the front desk. I tell the clerk to immediately call my wife, so I could tell her to barricade herself. Only when I spoke to her I thought of calling 911.
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Obviously the lobby is filled with Cameras. I have to be honest, I told the Karens to fuck off when they refused to call 911 or leave the lobby. Clerk was smart, he locked down the hotel. Police arrive. They dragged me out of the hotel. I tell them that I was attacked. 8/?
I tell them about the knife, the gun. They don’t give a shit. One British dude, actually asks me what I did to upset him… as though he was settling some beef in the hood. Body Cams were working. The confirmed as much. They refused to ask for a description. 9/?
Race, height, or anything. No report. They begin harassing me. They refuse to file a police report. They refuse to protect my wife or send a patrol. They didn’t even ask what was taken. Let’s be honest. 10/?
I am not one for fashion these days, so my usual uniform, is a cap, a hoodie, jeans and sneakers. Since Covid, my beard has been overgrown. I wear the red bandana of my people around my neck… no not the Bloods you dummies,
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here it represents the Blood nation and the larger First Nations. Red like their blood that was spilt. Red like “red Indian”. An honor for me to be bestowed this as a gift. Also handy during COVID.
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At some point, really too late, they decided they were not dealing with the average ummmmmmm……. Whatever. When I told them that he macheted my leg, the Brit laughed. He laughed quite a bit. Didn’t laugh when I reversed the question and he shut the fuck up. 13/?
At this point, they did not even pretend to investigate the crime. They refuse to call me a fucking cab, instead insisted that I either get in their detention truck or walk home and very possibly face my assailant. I did anyway. Get home, my wife is barricaded. 14/?
Good. Curious as to why the police would not do their duty, I get my very white wife to call this man that harassed her and get his Seargent Milne 4733. He does. Sergeant cannot answer the questions and instead focuses on why I would be agitated. 15/?
He even says that I wasn’t letting him speak enough. Conversation, as per him, being recorded. He began defending the officers without having heard or seen their body cam footage. I told him to weigh his next words carefully. 16/?
Now, sitting here awaiting 24 hours later to hear from them. Nothing. There is a mad man with a gun, a machete walking the streets, who attacked me. Nothing. The deafening of the silence is nothing new. The experience is nothing new. 17/?
What really pisses me off, is forget calling the police, which I wouldn’t do. Last week they stole my truck. No one took a report. The dude with my truck an accused pedophile walks free. Every other day, I see how they treat citizens. This has to stop. My patience ended. 18/?
So…. The point of this is, if you hear anything, No I wasn’t selling loose cigarettes. No I didn’t pass a fake $20. No I didn’t call nor my wife called the police. If they come I will be naked. 19/?
I have no access to my legally purchased firearms since the guy that tried to kill me has my safe key.
If I get shot by the Police, is pure reprisal. If you hear I lost my mind, it’s pure reprisal. If you hear that, I became the one man Kingpin of Calgary, it’s reprisal. 20/?
If you hear I was on drugs, I had a blood test conducted. If you hear that I magically twinned myself, and attempted to kill myself, it’s reprisal. If they come to my home without a warrant, to conduct a safety check, without a translator as guaranteed and enshrined to me in 21/?
both natural rights and in Section 14 of the CCRF and hammered out in SC Macdonald Vs City of Montreal (1986) in both Napolenic Code and Common Law, that is fluent in Italian, not dialect, but GAS Italian, it’s reprisal and a violation of my Charter Rights.
I am not BLM. 22/?
I will not put up with bullshit. I am not George Floyd, I will not be stepped on.
***update the apparently several others, called in the suspect after. Yeah hard to miss a guy in the middle of the city in full camo with a 40 inch machete. Look outside. 23/?
Those looters and rioters are people just like me. Just like you. We the people, delegate our Legal Enforcement management, here to a Minister of Justice, who delegates it to a Chief of Police. If their conduct is unsatisfying, they by the will of the people will be recalled.24/?
I have an emergency that I would like my Twitter Family's #Help with.
I am worried about my friend Jenn and her co workers that run @HarvestHillsYYC.
They have run themselves ragged and need help.
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There's a reason why Jenn and the team have not posted or shared a lot lately on their social media accounts.
She is probably going to kill me for doing this (RIP @Hell_Berta)......but I need to do something for them. I can't sit back and watch them burn themselves out.
As everyone knows, Jenn was in a car accident in Dec. and she was hurt pretty bad. I am talking grade 3 concussion bad and really really bad whiplash and other injuries.
She is at home recovering and her fellow board members and dedicated volunteers have picked up and helped.
If you can help @HarvestHillsYYC Please do. They're unfairly being targeted by UCP Conservative Party Trolls & are being harassed by people who are going after their organization.
They've even gone as far as demanding Jenn retract any & all statements she made in regards to being critical of the current Alberta Government.
We are indeed dealing with a cruel & heartless government.
These EVERYDAY heroes, are the very people that are stepping up & filling the GAP that our government is refusing to fill.
The @Alberta_UCP can't see the damage that is being done to the province that I & others love so much. From Doctors to Parks, Everything is being attacked.
This is Cara's Story. **Names have been changed upon request and for protection**
Cara has gone through a lot as a child. Growing up she had difficulties in coping with traumatic experiences that she and her other family members both lived with and went through.
Ever since she was on AISH, Cara and others we have talked to all recognized that all the AISH workers that our daughter and others have had to work with have always reinforced to their clients the lifelong message that many clients were unworthy of support, care & medical care.
Cara and her sister grew up in a home that had a mother with serious mental health diagnoses as well as an alcoholic father who left when Cara was 9 and her sister was 6.
*Husband after a night out drinking with friends. He caught an @Uber home*
Hubby: (wakes me up when he comes into the room wanting to give me a kiss before he goes to his side of the bed, only to step on the cats tail which sets a whole shitshow into motion)
Manages to go to his side of the bed and lays down only to giggle like a school kid passing gas in class for absolutely no reason.
When asked why he was giggling he looked at me and said I farted and it was silent but it’s deadly cause I ate an onion and bean dip at Rogers.
He then continued to giggle for a solid ten minutes.
Once he settled down he got undressed and comfortable and then promptly fell asleep.
You’d think it stops there but ooooooo no. It gets worse.
This is what happened when I got home tonight. I cried. I cried at work yesterday. I also cried 3 different times last night after getting home from work.
I am an Office Administrator at an elementary school and this is how my day has gone. I'm crying because the work and expectations that have been put upon us with the added ridiculous time frames are overwhelming.
I'm crying because I am having to answer the phone and hear the concerns and frustrations of parents who are upset at the policies put in place to protect their children while they are at school.
Yes I am still feeling sick. Yes I am still in iso. My hubby was kind enough to let me sit in his truck while he worked on it in the driveway! He said that way he can keep an eye on me and stop me from anymore online shopping!