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The Future of Human Rights

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Mansions, Mercedes’ and BMW’s, fancy suits, fine dining, and expensive vacations, dirty underwear’s, and the truth

Robber politician

When people holding positions of power in society, band together to obliterate the existence of one cripple man through lies, deceit, and violence; know that the - bull in a china shop - has been set loose. Incompetence and corruption is at its extreme peak and change is imminent.

I’ve been bullied all my life. But I realized very early on that first fights wouldn’t take me very far because there will always be someone bigger and stronger than me. If I really wanted to protect myself from abusers, I knew I would have to study law and become better than any lawyer in any field from any university. But I didn’t want to go the formal education route because even at 12, I could see that formal education was designed to put shackles on one’s imagination and creativity. Education is meant to set you free, not bind you to any one system.

Dad was already studying law via correspondence through La Salle and so I devoured all the books he had, and there were literally 100’s; all lined up neatly in a cabinet. Later on in life, my love for law, led me to study persuasive, descriptive, narrative, and expository writing, and when I was introduced to the the World Wide Web in 1989, I knew instantly, how powerful it would become in the future. And so, I studied web development. In those early years, I had know idea that my young epiphany was getting me ready to take on some of the biggest human rights violators and criminals in Canada.

The system sister, is not not bad. It is designed to serve a purpose. But those controlling the system, manipulate it to serve their whims.

The Truth is vey simple and straightforward. Those we put in office, and appointment to top public and government positions, live in a house that we pay for while many of us barely scrape by. They drive a Mercedes paid for with our money, while we dig deep to make payments using credit cards and lament over gas prices. They go on expensive vacations while we, working two jobs 365 days a year, can’t take our kids to a movie.

We put their kids through university, while ours get mired in student debt that sometimes takes a lifetime to pay back. We dine them in fancy restaurants, while many of us go hungry. From their suit, tie and fancy dress, right down to their socks, shoes, underwear - and the detergent with which they wash that dirty underwear- it’s all paid by you.

Next time you see the prime minister, premier, mayor, the police chief, or a high ranking public official walking down the street, know that they are wearing your underwear. Whenever you come across a political campaign, see someone run for mayorship of Surrey or Vancouver, it is extremely important you keep in mind that they are campaign, so they can wear your underwear.

Now, how much mud and sludge they will subject that underwear to - in order to satisfy their greed and satiate their hunger for power - that sister, I can’t tell you. But my father once said, the higher up you go, the dirtier the game becomes. He did give politics a try. But when time rolled around, he couldn’t lie.

People who fall so low that they have to make their living taking the publics money but doing nothing in return for them in the face of deteriorating conditions and paramount expenses, deserve no respect nor remuneration. I arrive at this discernment using statistics of past 500 years. More about this later.

Public support of such people must be withheld until they prove their worth

Why is it important you remember that you provided those hired to serve you, with their livelihoods? Because once you comprehend this truth fully, you’ll become motivated to do something about this injustice. But remember, good travels at snails pace. One needs boundless patience for any meaningful change to transpire.

And what does boundless patience look like?

Let me try to give an example. Despite suffocating agony and daily tears, so far, I’ve waited 6,265 days and 13 hours to see my son. I have another 308 days to go. That’s 10 months and 4 days. To put it in perspective.

But it’s not only patience one needs, more important than patience, is for one to not become attached to the outcome in any way. One must be conscious of their long term goal, but they must keep their focus on the short term objectives and the actions they need to take in the moment without having any stake in what the results turn out to be.

You see, if my son never wants to see me again, I will be hurt, but I won’t break. After all, my patience and preparations are geared towards the development of character, not for any particular outcome.