City of Welland, Ontario, Canada, Protest Mayoral Candidate John Watt
As a signal, I am beheld in many cells, no longer made out of iron bars.
After being just published for so many years, my domain has found regard.
And if the font that flows so fast, starts the wattering down of your brain,
the things you read and the photos you see, might take you out there, again.
police officer was asking
about peace in my life, for me. Before I describe, what it truly is like,
be the life-long, most needed to hate man,
for The Ward Family and Cindy Forsters'Vagabonds,
I just want to describe what isn't peace for me, so
that any other soul who finds
out, will not
have their own anxieties and
fears, rise up inside them, as any kind of sympathy or understanding,
because of or for me.
The word peace, in my lifetime, for the peoples of Europe who
first began to speak English,
was about nations stopping the
wars. Peace in our lifetime with the lifelines of our technology,
became The First World War, The
War to End All Wars, before the peace of The Second World War.
As much as that practical use of the word peace, is lying in
peace, the death of the flesh,
buried, cremated, rotting and
oozing, never to be active as being alive again.
That use of the
word peace is observational, seeing the dead as un-moving, lying
What I seek in life, what allows me to function
as completely as the man I was born to be,
is achieving balance
in my life, to express creativity. When something negative happens to
I seek the positive, naturally.
When I'm out
there, pulling an all-nighter for a long distance bike-hike, being
tired, sooner or later, just watching the road, toward the end, is an
oblivion. That's not forgetting, just being too tired to feel myself
as part of humanity.
When I'm resting along the shore of
Lake Erie, looking at the same view that existed almost
thousand years ago, after all the ice melted, seeing those
striations, the echoes of glaciers from long ago, after all the ice
melted, no sight of either shore, no sights of the works of
deep in the night, I am drawn out of the sorrowful
interior, into the eternal. When I see those blue and red lightnings
coming down from our
universe, that charge the tops of our atmospheres, our spinning
world, becoming the white bolts of electricity that render our skies,
I no longer can be asking why, as these majesties play out before
When the anger, fear, hates, denials of truth, and all
the sicknesses and diseases around me,
no longer remove their
touch upon me, as alone as I can be, The Great Spirit, the healing
hands of the Mohawk elders, reach out and up to me, coming from the
sands, healing me as only such a vision can. When my heavenly father
and mother, my parents, are with me and in my dreams, their love
keeps me strong.
A law of The
of Canada was used against me, what is usually associated with an act
of treason against a king or queen. American precedents of this law
were quoted, more than any Canadian.
A panel of twelve
judges from Ottawa sat silently in a Welland court room, to witness
this court case against me, as I acted for myself. Wearing black
robes, their chests were covered in medals.
When the Welland
judge would not let me address the court in defense of myself, not
I could point at the Province of Ontario shield behind
him, and point to the colours of my mother's Royal Buchanan tartan,
the same colours that were hanging on the wall. That law no longer
The law of The Charter of Ontario was used against
me. M.pee-pee Peter Kormos and his adaptive mother, Yvette Ward, are
no longer alive, and great and
poisonous has been their
downfall. It goes on.
The bylaws, the passing of new
bylaws, by the City of Welland, have been used against me.
the City Hall employees who conduct elections have said they will no
longer work with these new by-laws, that only contravene our charter
rights as citizens. The police that enforced them are no longer
In the midst of all this, now world famous tragedy,
this pedophile and drug city who use murder and gang rape for their
narcotic desires, I have felt the strength of my ancestry, what
justifies it all for me.
Now, I need justice, and justice
that is seen to be done, if I am to find the final balance, so I can
go free, and for the first time since 1985, live my life to enjoy
myself. And when you set me free, so many victims of rape and incest
and brutal beatings, and all the deaths, will rise in splendour, will
join me in the spirit,
for what we all are
born and live for, our final
It gives me great comfort to know we are living in
a prophesied worst of times, where no one man, not even a begotten
descendant of the heavenly beings around us, can help what is left of
what the meek shall inherit.
I am not of
the meek. I seek. And I seek justice. I will impose it, as the
inherited Black Watch responsibility,
I can wear, that only I can
bear, and as the legal tartans I wear, grin and bare it.
lives of our loves demand it.