If you rely on satellite signals and the internet to do any business in Ontario,

you are not secure.

The Province of Ontario is the only province in Canada where online is owned by Americans in America.

When the Liberal government of Kathleen Wynne decided to replace all the security systems in Ontario with one new, "over-arching" security system, the highest bid from an Ontario company was $600,000,000.

A company in the United States that bid $780,000,000 won the contract.

I can prove to you how Bell can interfere with a municipal election in Welland, Ontario.

That originated in the United States. Canadian provinces and other countries changed protocols in dealing with Bell, Ontario didn't.

I have been detained by American border authorities in America, even if I was on the Canadian side.

Near the Queenston-Lewiston Bridge, I have seen a small, black helicopter with machine guns on both sides, hovering, aiming at me from fifty feet away. The pilot wasn't smiling.

I have been approached in the dark by the river after midnight on the Canadian side after Americans report visualizing me, in Niagara-on-the-Lake.

I have been detained by Canadian border security, even if I was on the Canadian side.

Previous experience makes me hold my hand out if I have to urinate anywhere along the Niagara River, knowing they are watching me.

A Police officer from Welland stopped his van and entered a woods when I was urinating.

This and more, so I don't feel secure out there in the fresh air.

Here's a security certificate, and I should have saved more,

to show that there are still Canadians who like Canadians,

and who can grant me unlimlited access to military bases.

I also can forward you email from The Royal Scottish Register.

It's my "Scottish" ancestry that grants me this, and so much more.

Over 75% of Ontario civil servants are still of Scottish descent,

and when this Watt is talking with them, the accents come out.

In Welland, I'm seen as not being enough of a citizen to help with serious crimes loaded with evidence.

I talk about my son of the Gael ancestry, The Royal Scottish Register going back almost 2,000 years.

I talk about my ancestors not going through the Dark Ages, being authentic humans, to say the least.

How does that work in Ontario, and why have government officials been visiting me since a teen?

Not going to win the Rose Festival, saying Ward Gang.

Not standing onstage in bars playing guitar, saying I will be a witness is someone calls the police.

When I was attending Fitch Street School in grade seven, we were given an intelligence test.

Not an I.Q. test, even if that was part of it, but a general aptitude and knowledge test.

It was lengthy, it had questions for essay answers and mathematical equations to solve,

or not solve, just chosing the most appropriate answer.

With Louis Lasovitch, principal, watching, I finished two minutes early.

He said no-one has ever finished this test, you're not supposed to be able to finish it,

and I had two minutes left, I should go and look over my answers.

I said I was happy with what I wrote and wanted to go home and slot car race with my brothers,

going to Fitch Street, going to school, without them for the first time.

My test results were perfect.

Two government employees from Toronto came to visit and ask me to do an adult test.

When the results first came in, Mr. Lasovitch announced that in the entire history,

of the Lincoln County School Board and the Province of Ontario,

I was the only person to ever finish this test and the only person to get a perfect score.

Ron Ward, sitting at the back beside me as being the two tallest children in class,

didn't like that. He threw my bicycle over a fence and wouldn't let me get it,

until I gave him what he wanted. I didn't. I waited until the bell rang and he returned to class.

Being late, I was called into the principals to explain and tell him why.

Ron called me a rat, and when I was walking home when the plaza was still a field,

I was attacked from behind by one of his friends, Russel Forand, who became an R.C.M.P. officer.

When the two adults from Toronto who wanted me to do another test came,

I told them what happened and said I didn't want to do it.

As a Fitch Street student I saw that classmate when I visited my aunt at the A&W drive-in,

when there was one across from he police station.
I saw Ron Ward pull a police officer out of his car and beat him, leaving him lying there.

Even though I was talking like that in 1985,

Officers Hugh Demsey and Detective Mike Kershaw really didn't like me. And they had lots of friends.

I was getting such high grades I stopped doing homework to lower them,

giving me more time at home. Teachers at Centennial would center me out for being so smart,

but failing their classes because art and English put me over passing grades.

When I was hired as a salary player for a major Toronto showband,

getting paid more than Max Webster, Gowan, Rush, bar band players at the time,

I was sponsored in a residence by Professor John McCallum, electronics at York University.

He went to Hong Kong to design their internet and write university curriculum.

I know online and computers, even if the world would be better without them.

Not The Great Depression, when New York did it with hand written book-keeping,

but the new Dark Ages when all these glowing screens flash and shut down hard and fast.

My self-owned, self-published domain, has more secure email than you do as provincial employees.

Scottish independance was portrayed by Ontario media as being the same as Quebec independance.

Far from it.

Scottish people saw that $600,000 was taken from a school board account,

and traced it back through the European Union to a financial institution on Wall Street.

Scottish people had a fast attention grab, and because almost every Scottish adult has a Master's degree,

from a Scottish university, government leaders and accountants from around the world,

came to visit Scottish people in government offices, homes and bars.

What I really don't like is knowing the original "Garden of Eden" was where Iraq is.

The big bunker city the Americans built to control oil production, is called the Green City.

When the Iraqi army was ready to fight the Americans in their desert,

the giant bulldozers that the Americans custom made buried over 40,000 in one afternoon.

The total death tally for media was 3,400.

President George Bush first invaded Iraq, and any antenna going up got shot down.

President George W. Bush attacked Iraq as the shock and awe, a lesson for other countries.

Giant hovercraft carrying two hundred marines secured offshore rigs before the attack.

American helicopters flew down streets with "head-popper" bullets, shooting people in homes.

They drop bomblets, multiple explosions almost like confetti, over market squares.

The disUnited States got rid of a lot of nuclear garbage by making bullets and shells out of it,

irradiating Iraq enough to cause birth defects for generations.

The two New York towers have been proven conclusively to have been brought down by detonations.

A third skyscraper went down. It was the first building insured for a terrorist attack,

by a friend of George W. Bush. He paid $400,000,000 and months later received billions.

If you want some paper proof of that, I have some.

The City of New York spent $175,000 for a firefighter statue like Iwo Jima, only better, more detail.

The City of Welland spent over $325,000 for the Ward family fountain downtown,

and they don't even have a canal boat anchor or a list of the names of dead workers.

If you don't want to believe my definition of the front statues as being about the Wards,

look at the teenage in modern dress sitting on the other side.

Sad to say, that's Claire Ward's son, who commited suicide when he was fifteen.

I would help her take that away, not thinking about a far more family way,

but for the prevention of fogging up a dearth and future day. "dearth" as in de-earth.

And when I type fog, I'm not referring to the fogs of Scotland that are now advertised as being the hearing of spirits talking to you. And as they say, you'd be crazy not to do what they say.

Crazy in this sense comes from being crazed, which could be a rock scar from a passing glacier,

or the scratch a knife makes it it doesn't cut. Trying to cover that up is a glaze.

In these worst of times our lives are beginning to satisfy Biblical prophecy.

The small missiles they first used were called Sparrow missiles.

"Those little falling sparrows did not meet his gentle view."

I know I do.

What is my deep and enduring mental health problem? I know I've got one.

I'm not happy unless everyone else is happy.

This is a traditional Welland Police protocol, as recently demonstrated by a young Police Officer McClarey.

When a Welland resident makes a complaint about another citizen seen as an influential citizen,

and that doesn't have to be another person born in Welland,

the officer would ask if he could enter your residence, and upon entering, compliment you about an item,

them seeing that as disarming you, while he looked around for a reason to arrest you. You also inform the criminal being complained about that someone is actually complaining about them.

     I started calling that a clown act, first time I heard that term, but after it became a North American cliche that all clowns are pedophiles, I say officers like that are just an empty uniform.

It's bad for us that too many provincial employees like that are really glocked up.

     I would have to pull a wagon with a lot of electric chair batteries, but if I have to fight you with your own technology, I'll convert a free TV remote from St. Vincent dePaul so that I can click it at you to interfere with your brains' sin-app-tic energies. Yeah, synaptics are so easy and your weakest part.

You'll get real happy, standing there repeating, watt's up, watt's up, in audio-stereo.

If you are not using the authentic meaning of the words you say, you're not getting authentic results.

Windows are not what you see when you look at a computer screen.

Window, an ancient word, is based on the wind, the rush of fresh ocean air, and what it endows in you.

A window is looking into eyes of another living being to see their soul, which could involve any and all evolutionary traits of primal life from the sea. See? I know you don't.

Eve, eve vulva, evolve, evolution, that's where that's coming from.

"Having googlee-eyes" is looking into His eyes and seeing a window into eternity.

Even the magnetic energies of your brain attract unwanted residues and undesired satellite and grid interferences. That causes brain wasting diseases and cancers, plus various impotence.

You should know how to clean that up and deny those. No-one got a chance to vote about it.

Unless all you want to be is an end user.

And you don't have to be psychic to see, the people of Ontario don't want to become Americans.

We won that war, before. Lest you forget.

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