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I went back to the 4th floor ward where I was being kept against my will, not by force, but by signatures on a piece of paper. Two doctors had signed me in and Justice Hurley deferred judgment on the lawfulness of that detainment to the Board of Appeals.

This body would only be able to look at the continuing aspect of my detainment or treatment, not the lawfulness of the detention itself. That power would require the attention of a Supreme Court Justice. As of now, the Court of Appeals has allowed the Appeal of Justice Hurley’s ruling and a new date has been set to examine the issue. Initially the earliest date that was possible was September 21st, but after exerting some pressure the matter has been set for July 7th, 2017.

This is over two years after the initial detainment. Two years of having to deal with police and lawyers and CYFS prying into my life and demolishing my family unit. They say I’m ‘at liberty’, but I say I’m still detained and limited by their actions.

Thanks to the age of computers, a record of an involuntary psychiatric detainment shows up on my personal health files. Police records have been created, indicating I was detained for having a mental disorder. Anytime I interact with a doctor in the province, I have to fully explain the detainment and provide documentation to regain any sort of credibility. Police don’t care for documentation though, having already made up their mind and classified me as a dangerous radical.

While I continue this narrative, I’d like to discuss some of the long term consequences.

Prior to my detainment, I was starting a business and engaged in research in a field I considered of utmost importance to the public. I’d invested a significant amount of time, energy and money trying to champion the results of my research and its potential. I’ll try to summarize it.

I had discovered a non-toxic therapeutic protocol based on organic compounds available in seaweeds and hyperbaric therapy that targeted cellular metabolic disorders, including cellular senescence and cancer.

I had devised an organic strategy for combating climate change on a global scale through adaptation of agriculture and forestry practices. This research targeted controlled production of insects, mimicking certain natural roles they play in the environment. This allows the hardening of plants against infestation without harmful pesticides and triggers an immune response that promotes larger crop yields and increased growth rates. There are also additional uses in biodegradable plastics, medicine and a host of other fields. Newfoundland and Labrador stands uniquely poised to benefit from this advancement.

Since my detainment, work on both these areas has halted. In my view, this goes against the public interest. In fact, given that the protocol I’d developed would have saved lives in the last two years, the outright attack on my credibility which halted the progression of the research can be seen as an attack on the health and well being of everyone.

Beyond the attack on my credibility that came from the detainment there were much more direct and specific threats that came in the aftermath.

Because I’d spoken out against the Gaza massacre of 2014, my family was subjected to racist death threats online. A ardent supporter of Israel who lived in Grand Falls-Windsor began to stalk me online, threatening to murder my family and burn down my home.

This matter was reported to the RNC, but they refused to act on the information. This would eventually result in us leaving the province, although only after getting permission from the courts who were still pursuing me.

When my son was born in Cape Breton in July of 2015, CYFS showed up with armed police at the hospital to accuse me of being a criminal-terrorist-mental patient-drug addict that was trying to flee the law. This in spite of the fact that I had gone through the process of informing the court of my plans to take my family to Cape Breton for his birth.

CYFS would continue to follow us until January of 2016. The file was closed with the admonishment that I should avoid speaking out on social media to avoid suffering the consequences.

We moved in July of 2016 back to the West Coast of NL. Shortly after returning, I ended up back on CYFS’ radar for speaking out about the Don Dunphy killing and my detainment on Facebook when former Justice Riche made public his concerns in September. Within days, CYFS intervened to separate my family, creating an enforced disappearance situation where his mother was told not to contact anyone in the family or let them know where she and my son were now located.

I had no clue what was going on. I got a family lawyer, filed charges of abduction, then brought the matter to family court.

The justice ordered my son back to the province, but due to the statements made against me by CYFS officials, decided to remove him from the care of both parents.

Right now this is the battle I’m fighting. As much as I’d like to return to working on publicizing and disseminating the medical advances or means for addressing global warming, I’m still dealing with the consequence of the detainment.

Day 5 was otherwise fairly uneventful. I chatted with some of the other patients, had a meeting with my family doctor who assured me he’d sort out the medical marijuana prescription problems (he never would) and waited.

It’s difficult to provide a precise description of the day of my habeas corpus back on April 10th, 2015. Too much time has passed and pretty much everything that happened is on record at the court, so there isn’t much need for excess detail. I’m going to skim over most of what happened that day, but I’ll raise a few issues that stand out in my memory.

I awoke anxious because I hadn’t heard from M that evening. She would arrive early with the news of the RCMP arresting her and seizing all my computers and the only medication capable of treating my condition. It was shocking, but knew I had a medical record of my illness and had may repeated attempts to obtain a prescription from my family doctor. I figured it would sort itself out (I was wrong about that.) so I wasn’t too worried. I was just anxious to get the whole issue before a judge.

Two of the memories that stick out in my mind about that day relate to Jamie Merrigan, the lawyer for the hospital (also happened to be the Chief Adjudicator for the Human Rights Commission) who would argue against my right of habeas corpus.

The first matter occurred while waiting for the hearing to commence. I was sitting at the table behind and to the right of him in courtroom 3 of the Danny Williams Building. I noticed he was using one of the new BB10 Blackberrys so I asked him how he liked them. I’d owned a Z10 prior to the RCMP seizing it and eventually destroying it for no good reason. Currently writing everything on a Passport. I just like the operating system. I like that both the hardware and software were Canadian made. I even owned stock in the company for a few years.

His response? Only drug dealers and criminals like Blackberrys. They think the encryption is unbreakable and they’re safe, but the police have ways of getting into any device.

I found this a bit odd. Sort of a veiled accusation that the only reason I liked my BlackBerry is because I was up to no good. I don’t use encryption on my phone. I only recently started using a passcode to keep my infant son off my Twitter account. I had nothing to hide on it. Yet this lawyer seemed to be accusing me of criminal activity. I suspected he’d heard about the police search of my home the night before and had decided I was a drug dealer. The RCMP would later come the opposite conclusion, that there was no evidence of trafficking or any intent to traffic, but that the entire supply was for personal use. Didn’t seem to make much difference to this lawyer. He’d already decided I was a criminal or a terrorist and that I would just take time for the proper authorities to gather evidence. He’d even make a similar statement to the Justices at the Court of Appeal hearing and was verbally smacked down by Justice Rowe for making unfounded and slanderous allegations during the hearing.

I informed him I didn’t use any means of encryption or security on my phone, but that I didn’t think he was 100% accurate in his assessment of the abilities of the police to break encryption. You can use brute force computing power to break encryption, but it takes time. When you’re dealing with encryption of any sufficient sophistication, the possibility of real-time access is fairly non-existent. To be able to read everyone’s encrypted messages in real-time you’d have to have a backdoor into the system. He insisted that he had a math degree and knew better than I did. I told him I’d graduated from an electronic engineering technology program and thought his claim to any proficiency at math seemed questionable as he didn’t seem to understand the concept of orders of magnitude. I’d later discover he only had a liberal arts degree.

The other thing that he did that sticks in my memory was trying to imply that I was hiding things from my lawyers and the court. That I’d purposely withheld a portion of my medical file that was somehow damning and the hospital was prepared to place it before the court. I took immediate issue with this, but had to flag it in a round about way. As my lawyers weren’t present in the courtroom, I had to speak to the legal aid and have her request a moment of their time. This would result in the court room being cleared of everyone save myself, my lawyers appearing via teleconference, and the legal assistant who was present with me. I raised the issue that i’d signed a consent form that allowed them full access to my file. Merrigan had established a false pretense by suggesting that I hadn’t offered full consent and was being secretive. I felt slandered by a statement that had zero foundation in factual evidence and wanted to know how that was going to be allowed to continue. We spoke briefly on the matter and agreed that it would be addressed in the future. The court was reconvened and my lawyers put forward the assertion that my full medical file would most assuredly be presented and I wasn’t withholding anything. It didn’t appear to matter as the assertion, combined with the fact of the mental health detention, appeared to be sufficient to have Justice Hurley deny the application and violate my Charter right to have the lawfulness of my detainment determined. As of yet this false pretense hasn’t been dealt with. I hope it comes up during the future habeas corpus hearing.

Hurley himself should have likely been recused from the matter. He was overseeing my original Charter application and had a lawyer appear before him a day earlier to pass along that I’d been detained under the Act and was unable to appear. To any reasonable person, this would create an apprehension of bias issue and he should have never presided over the habeas corpus in the first place. However, in the rush to get the matter before a judge that was never considered. Habeas corpus was a right guaranteed by the Charter. It never occurred to me that the courts themselves would deny a Charter right.

The final matter that bothered me about the habeas corpus application was the physical arrangement of the court. At the applicant, I was seated on the right side of the court with my legal assistant. I had no lawyers appearing on my side. On the other side of the courtroom we had Jamie Merrigan, as well as the screen used for teleconferencing. On this screen appeared both my lawyers, another lawyer for the hospital and my parents via telephone. So from the perspective of Justice Hurley, no arguments were coming from my side of the courtroom. Everything is coming from a single side. It seemed to me that this put me at a disadvantage in terms of how arguments are viewed and weighed by the judge. Jamie Merrigan was the only lawyer physically present in the room and he essentially instructed Justice Hurley to ignore the Charter issues at play and to defer to the expertise of the hospital. According to him, there was a scheme in place that could address this matter. This would be another misdirection on the part of Mr. Merrigan. While there was legislation that could allow review of my continued detention, there was no way to address the lawfulness of the detainment itself other than through the court. Habeas corpus was the most appropriate route. This has been made clear by the Court of Appeal, but two years after the original detainment.

At the writing of this post the matter has been remitted back to the Supreme Court for a full hearing. There is no date set as they don’t consider the matter pressing. I consider the matter very pressing. The detainment and defamation have had long term effects on my ability to do almost everything. My family has been broken into pieces. My business has been destroyed. My research has been halted. I’ve been harassed by other government agencies and told to specifically to stop speaking out about the issue online.

Where is the justice?

Where is the freedom of speech?

Where is the Charter?

At the end of the 4th day, I returned to the secure 4th floor ward of the Western Memorial Regional Hospital. My Charter rights had been deemed non-existent by the Supreme Court.

Picking this story back up two years later is more difficult than I would have liked, considering how things have gone, but i’ll do my best to fill in the details.

When I suspended the recounting of my experience two years ago, I was up to the day of my Charter Challenge. As I’d been detained under the Mental Health Care and Treatment Act, my newly assigned lawyer Jennifer Curran appeared before Justice David Hurley and informed the court that I wouldn’t be able to appear essentially because I’d been certified insane and was being kept in a secure ward with no signing authority to see me to the courthouse. If I’d been arrested and charged with a crime, the RNC would have been responsible for seeing me to the courthouse. Instead, I was rubber stamped into mental health detainment simply because the RNC told the doctors at the hospital to do it. At least, that’s what the certificate of involuntary admission states. No diagnosis, just that the RNC wanted me detained for matters of public safety.

I had just clued up the day 3 of the detainment from my perspective. April 9th, 2015. I was left waiting on the 4th floor ward for Misha to arrive, hopefully with a razor so I could ditch the playoff beard I’d been growing. I wanted to be clean shaven for my habeas corpus hearing the following day. She would never show up that night. I wouldn’t find out until later it was because the RCMP had arrived at my home as she was preparing to leave to serve a search warrant to seize all my electronics.

This caught me off guard when I heard about it, but I wasn’t really surprised. I’d said some pretty harsh things about Stephen Harper, his perceived crimes, and the likely punishment that would come from having those crimes discovered. Remember, back in the Summer of 2014 I filed charges against Stephen Harper for inciting genocide between Arabs and Israelis in the 2014 Gaza War. At the time, I’d made it clear in the charges that his incitement would have enormous political and religious repercussions. His actions would create division between Christians, Muslims and Jews in the region and it would have global repercussions that would be felt in Canada and abroad. He legitimized the inhumanity of that war and created a whole new swath of recruitment material for fanatical Muslims who adhere to a violent interpretation of Islam. The rise in acts of religious terrorism since his initial speech to Israel in January of 2014 can be seen as a result of his influence on the region. These charges and my political views on the matter would have me flagged as a radical and a potential threat to national security.

Suffice it to say I have said a number of bad things about Stephen Harper. There was one Twitter-based utterance where I reference a Kids in the Hall sketch in that I wished I could just pinch my thumb and index finger together and crush his skull between them. Using forced perspective of course. I didn’t quite put it in those words though and the RCMP interpreted them differently. The charges would be withdrawn at first appearance as the Tweet failed to meet the legal requirements for a threat, but at the time those words looked threatening and they felt had to charge me for typing them out.

To prove I’d sent the tweet in question, they got a warrant to search my home and seize my electronics while I was detained. The warrant also authorized them to search quite a bit more and was quite overly broad considering I’d never once denied sending a tweet any time I’d ever been asked about them. If I hadn’t been detained, they wouldn’t have even had the right to ask for a warrant. They would have been limited to talking to me. But since it was unreasonable for them to speak with me due to my being kept incommunicado on a secure ward, they had no other option than to execute a search warrant to prove that I’d sent the Tweet from a month earlier by seizing all my electronic devices.

The RCMP arrived at my home to execute a search warrant regarding a tweet that didn’t meet the legal requirements for a criminal threat on the evening of April 9th, 2015. A charge was laid, but was withdrawn at first appearance. No chance of a conviction. No crime committed. They were allowed to do this by notifying the justice that it was unreasonable to speak with me while I was detained under the Mental Health Care and Treatment Act and that they needed a search warrant regarding the devices in question to prove I’d sent the non-criminal, freedom of expression protected utterance.

The judge complied with their request and authorized them violate the privacy and sanctity of my family home and seize all the devices that had ever logged into my Twitter account. It also authorized them to seize any relevant documents that might relate and was fairly broad in nature. Bet they thought they were going to be beating down the door of another radicalized lone wolf who was bent on taking down the government violently. Expecting to find a cache of guns or bomb making materials.

Imagine their surprise to discover the complete opposite. I own no weapons. My computers contain no traces of violent imagery or sinister plans of any sort. I was working on insect-based research with the local university on means of restoring and maintaining soil fertility for agricultural use. Had built a business model around the idea and was working towards a larger scale implementation. They found a basement that had a wood working area that was full of home made grow chambers. In them I had mint, green onions, collard greens, grape vines, snap dragons and other species I’d been experimenting with.

The only ‘sinister’ item that was found was a small quantity of marijuana. It was for a medical condition, but was unprescribed at the time. My family doctor at the time knew of my usage for my condition, and had since our first encounter back in 2009 when I approached him about both matters. He appeared amenable to the idea of prescribing, but wanted to defer it to a later time when it was more acceptable in the local area. He didn’t want to be the first. At that time I was seeking to get a legal prescription so I could be authorized to grow my own supply and cut the costs associated with it. I’d known there was an underlying pathology to my health since around 2002 when my health improved significantly after engaging in a period of recreational marijuana use. I knew there was a medical benefit, but had no idea what the condition was that it was treating, only that my health had improved. He would have the diagnosis handed to him in 2009 after someone informed me of something I couldn’t see myself, but he never went on to associate it with my existing health file that showed the existence of the condition since childhood. Suffice it to say I have a new family doctor who signed off on my prescription and the matter is dealt with properly. Aside from the fact that we’re still facing these charges.

These charges feel like nothing more than an affront to my basic human dignity. I have a condition that is treatable with medical marijuana. In the eyes of some people that makes me a criminal, which is really just a modern word for sinner. My whole life and existence is then seen as a criminal act. Like I should have died ten years ago from a stroke brought on by massive blood pressure swings while I sleep and thereby not burdened the justice system with the need to address the legality of my existence. I have the right to seek out medicine prolongs my life. Interfering with someone’s attempt to save their own life is a crime in Canada, but good luck pressing that matter against the State. As it stands, this is still progressing through the courts two years later, in spite of the recent R v. Jordan decision that limited the amount of time a matter could be dragged out before the courts.

There is no innocent until proven guilty in this matter. I claimed the entire supply as my own, but defended my possession as an act of self defense. Despite having a videotaped confession, they’ve refused to drop the charges against Misha because it gives them more leverage against me. In short, the courts have been used as a weapon against me and my family for speaking out about what I’d seen.

Misha was arrested twice that night. Once when the first arrived to search the home. Again after they found the marijuana. Never properly cautioned. When she was released later on they dropped her back home without even a phone. All communication devices had been seized by the RCMP.

Keep in mind that she’s six months pregnant at the time and that the warrant they used to gain access to the home was withdrawn by the Crown at first appearance so there was no evidence a crime had even been committed that would have allowed them access to my home.

These matters are still proceeding through the courts. The Crown wants to punish us for being unable to secure the proper paperwork regarding our chosen form of medicine in a timely fashion. The matter isn’t being heard in any sort of reasonable timeline as we’re being pressure by legal aid to simply plead guilty and accept a punishment for having medical conditions, flying in the face of the original R v. Parker decision that legalized marijuana for medical use in Canada.

I’m going to move on to Day 4 now. This will include the first habeas corpus that was denied. That ruling has since been set aside by the Court of Appeal and ordered back to the Supreme Court for a full hearing of the facts, but at the writing of this post it’s been two weeks since the ruling was issued and no date has been set.

I do have a new date for the Charter Challenge that was interrupted two years ago. The application hearing is proceeding this Friday, April 28th. Justice David Hurley, the judge who presided over my initial application hearing and denied habeas corpus, is currently scheduled to hear the matter. I expect I’ll have to ask him to recuse himself.

Before I go into any detail regarding the story of the last two years, I figured i’d provide a brief recap of the events.

I was detained on April 7th, 2015 and released on April 13th. Despite not having a diagnosed disorder or previous hospitalization for treatment, no treatment while I was detained, and released without a diagnosis of disorder, the fact of the detainment remains on my permanent record. An attempt has been made to have it addressed through the Court of Appeal, but it’s been almost a full year since the matter was heard and there is still no ruling handed down.

I halted my recounting of this story back in May of 2015 at the request of certain family members. Recent revelations have shown they were already in conflict and didn’t want to have their involvement made public. They’ve been hounding me to pretend the whole situation hasn’t happened and that I should go on with my life and remain silent about it all.

As I mentioned, the detainment has remained on my permanent record despite there being no diagnosis or treatment. This would become a major issue that still hangs above my head today. The stigma associated with being involuntarily detained is massive, but to be involuntarily detained without even a reason provided just makes anyone who comes across that information excessively suspicious and paranoid. It’s caused repeated problems with police, doctors and child-care workers following the birth of my son and I have no way of having it addressed at present.

I’ve had police repeatedly show up with guns around my family. I’ve been accused of being a radical, a terrorist, a criminal and a mental patient. All without a single diagnosis, conviction or shred of evidence to provide some sort of foundation for the allegation.

My family has been torn apart by it and we’ve been made homeless. Legal aid is refusing to adequately represent us, despite our impoverished status. I have a certificate but no lawyer. My son has been taken from the care of both of his parents and put in the care of people hostile to us. We have no history of alcoholism, drug abuse or violence, but that doesn’t seem to matter to those involved.

My business and livelihood were destroyed by the police raiding my home and seizing all my computers. The charges that allowed them to do that we’re withdrawn at first appearance, but i’m still being pursued for marijuana-related issues that arose from the search. No trafficking offense, just personal use without a prescription. I have a prescription now, but the Crown still wants to punish me for speaking out about what I saw.

The Dunphy Inquiry has since come and gone. Evidence has come forward that the officer who shot Dunphy was involved in my detainment along with his best friend, another officer who is under active investigation for the fourth time. Complaints have been filed, but they will take quite a bit of time to get anywhere.

At present, i’ve had to leave my son behind in Labrador with his mother in the care of the people who it turned out played a role in my original detainment and subsequent issues we faced. I spent the last two months living in an emergency homeless shelter trying to have situation addressed once that information came to light. I kept a full-time job for that time and contacted legal aid frequently about the matter. They’ve persistently delayed assigning a new lawyer and have compounded the matter by allowing it to continue without being addressed. I’m currently back in Corner Brook, still very homeless, but I hope to be able to press the issue in the coming days.

I’ll try to provide an accurate recounting of what happened to bring about this current state. The story is filled with judgmental people, discrimination and human rights abuses. I don’t know if telling this tale will prove to have any benefit, but I feel like it should be told.

If nothing else, maybe my son will get to read it when he’s older and understand why his parents, who both love him dearly, weren’t allowed to be around him.

Luke 12:2-4,  KJV

 “For there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; neither hid, that shall not be known. Therefore whatsoever ye have spoken in darkness shall be heard in the light; and that which ye have spoken in the ear in closets shall be proclaimed upon the housetops.”

It’s been almost two years since Don Dunphy was shot. Two years since I was detained. Certain facts of both matters have only come out in the last few months. It will take a while, but I’ll do my best to tell the story of what happened from my perspective.

At present I’m surviving as working homeless in Labrador. I’m coming up on 2 months of living like this, just trying to maintain contact with my son. Ultimately, the matter is futile in this area. There is no justice. The matters before the Courts have still gone unresolved. I’m being treated like I’m a radical, a criminal, a terrorist and a mental patient.  Judgement has been suspending to allow the abuse to continue. No facts have been heard or addressed. My family has been broken up and we’ve been made homeless.

I’m only writing this to keep track of my thoughts and my understanding of what happened. There are too many factors involved from too many parties and the whole thing needs to be brought into the light.

I’ve been giving it some thought and will have to suspend this rendition of my story at this point.

I’d planned on providing Misha’s recounting of her arrest, followed by my day in the Supreme Court to have my habeas corpus denied. However, these matters are to be brought before a Supreme Court Justice at a later date. At this point it is best to maintain a proper respect for the Supreme Courts so as not impugn the reputation of the Court itself.

I have a number of issues from these days I hope to have addressed, but will be requesting they be examined by my lawyers and the Courts and fully validated before proper inclusion in the series. I wouldn’t want to defame anyone by associating their name with crimes they haven’t been proven to have committed. Copies have been written and distributed, but will be withheld until such time as deemed necessary.

-Andrew

While working on the next installment, I’ve received my first specific death threat against myself, my family and my home.

In writing this section, I’ve realized there is some rather unfortunate false intelligence floating around out there that led to these death threats occurring. The Western Star falsely printed on April 16th that I had been charged by the RCMP for the tweet that got me detained on April 7th. The original tweet refers to ‘Bringing down Confederation of Canada and having genocidal politicians judicially executed.’ Italicized sections are the full context of my tweet that was provided during my stay 144 hour stay on the 4th floor. The meaning was already there when combined with my pending Charter Challenge, but as a single tweet the context was lost. No threat towards the Confederation Building ever actually existed. Seeking judicial action through the courts is completely lawful, so no charges were even possible concerning that particular tweet. This didn’t stop the State for detaining me for 6 days and trying to keep me for 30, though.

The RCMP would go on to charge me with threatening the Prime Minister himself, not a threat to Parliament or the Confederation Building or to politicians in general. That tweet was from a month earlier on March 18th, not a tweet from April 6th, as the Western Star falsely indicated. In fact, the tweet I was unlawfully detained for was from April 7th, so the Western Star got it doubly wrong.

The tweet the RCMP charged me with was from March 18th and uttered as part of a series of blasphemes. It was a sentence crafted from my previous experience with the RCMP as most likely to get a response. I can’t remember it directly, but it went something like “If the Prime Minister were here before me right now I’d kill him with my bare hands. #HonorKilling” It wasn’t even directed at the Prime Minister’s twitter account, just an idle threat vocalized in frustration that only followers of my Twitter account would see. It resulted in the seizing of my electronic devices, my research, the marijuana production charges against myself and Misha and the peace bond. No threats to public buildings, public servants or generic politicians were ever made, despite the Western Star’s suggestive misprint. One specific tweet regarding the genocidal PM himself got me charged, unrelated to the misunderstood tweet that got me unlawfully detained.

The Western Star has advised me they’re looking into the matter, but they haven’t informed me of what they’re planning on doing. I’ve since reached out to my lawyer and am expecting to hear from her this afternoon. It’s been almost a month since the story was printed and it has been out there with this libelous spin for a while. Now someone new has earned themselves criminal charges and possible jail time for misinformation provided by the Western Star.

The threats themselves came from some pro-Zionism douchebag. Likely thinking himself immune to criticism since the Canadian government announced it would consider the boycotting Israel a hate crime, he decided to level some pretty hefty death threats against me online through social media accounts. I’ve received them before through Twitter, but usually block or ignore them as trolls simply doing what trolls do. This particular person decided to stalk me on Facebook first after reading an article about the incitement towards genocide charges I filed back in July of 2014. I would have just ignored this troll too, but his profile indicated he was in Gander, a mere 3 hour drive away. When he started leveling accusations about blowing up Confederation building, l blocked him and ignored the issue. After that he took to posting on my YouTube account, escalating the to a new level as these kinds of stalker-troll-types often do.

I’ve taken screen caps which have been forwarded to the RNC who are currently investigating. I’ll quote them here, unedited:

“yeah, I saw you called me out on twitter as “supporting genocide”. well that;s fucking it. you’re fucking dead. i will hunt you down and will fucking kill you. i will burn your fucking pot house to the ground. you’re a fucking dead man. if you know what’s good for you you’ll get the hell out of the province.

youre fucking dead.”

and

“yeah, i saw the twitter post you did about me. you’re fucking dead, sandnigger.”

and

“THERE IS NO GENOCIDE IN GAZA YOU DUMB PIECE OF SHIT”

and

“+Andrew Abbass and you’re a fucking dead man.”

and

“+ParadigmSlip the only good raghead is a dead raghead. go ahead and try and get me jailed for pointing out that fact, but you’re fucking dead either way, sandnigger.”

Since receiving them yesterday morning, the person has offered no further messages. I expect to receive a call today requesting password access to my Google and Facebook accounts from the RNC. This will leave me unable to update my business, petition or GoFundMe account, but I’d like to see this individual tracked down if possible. I submitted to a psychiatric evaluation for much less, why shouldn’t he?

Like my detainment, as well as Don Dunphy’s execution, its another example of the kinds of things that can happen when people operate on flawed or incomplete intelligence. However, other posts online by this person describe Palestinians as rabid animals, one of the hallmarks of the language of genocide, so I suspect he’s got some deeper issues.

Unless their parents were exceptionally arrogant, this person is likely using a pseudonym instead of their real name. They use their account to be an anonymous troll, issue threats and spew racism. I use my public identity as a citizen to be an activist against political corruption, knowing full well my words will be held to account. Unlike my tweets, these messages can’t easily be seen as idle threats or out of context, despite the false context provided by the misleading story in the Western Star. These are direct and specific threats to hunt down and kill a person and burn down their home. They’re also coupled with racial slurs, which elevate the death threats to the level of a hate crime.

Canada’s government announced it was pursuing a zero tolerance policy towards hate crimes on Monday.

Think they’ll live up to their words?

Now working on the story of my home being raided and Misha’s arrest for the tweet I sent on March 18th, not the tweet issued on April 7th (6th) as falsely alleged by the Western Star. Hope this clears up some confusion. I also hope they retract their unfortunately libelous statements in a future edition of their paper.

I woke up on the third morning more than a little groggy. It’s bad enough I had to sleep in a strange location, unwillingly taken from my family and friends and involuntarily detained via a certification of insanity, but the effects of my untreated sleep apnea were becoming uncomfortably noticeable.

Thursday, April 9th, was a largely uneventful day. It was originally to be the day that I was to argue my Charter Challenge before the Supreme Court here in Corner Brook, but instead I was sitting around waiting for breakfast in a secure psychiatric ward. Not quite what I’d expected for the day I’d spent months working towards, but at least it wasn’t a jail cell and I wasn’t being forcibly medicated. It was distressing to see the state of the other patients though.

I’d spent the previous day cluing up a few loose ends. Misha brought my jacket and pants for court and this gave me the time I needed to sew on a button. Had to do it in full view of the nurses station though. Can’t have stray needles floating around. I’d finished composing my counter arguments for the Charter Challenge in the hopes that I’d get to speak, but at this point I’d resigned myself to the knowledge that my hearing would be further delayed. I’d given my lawyer authority to speak on my behalf before the Court to apologize for and explain my absence. A delay has since been granted, but the final date hasn’t been determined as of the writing of this post.

My lawyer would finish filing the papers on Thursday and I’d meet with a legal aide in the evening to give them full access to my medical file prior to Friday’s Habeas Corpus hearing. This created another strange series of events that would further illustrate just how perverse the abuse of process was becoming.

Before I go further, I’m going to discuss some of the side effects of being pulled in. Aside from being unlawfully snatched from my home, slandered, and having my family and professional life completely disrupted, being detained can be surprisingly expensive. As I’ve spent the last few years living at or below the poverty line, I knew how to establish a solid budget and stretch my cash out quite well. As I was trying to develop a business idea with limited access to funds, I was stretching my finances further than I ever had before. This would come to an end when I was pulled in. What little cash on reserve for rainy days went into cab fair and trying to keep things calm for my family.

Upon emerging from detainment, I would find out two weeks later that my business assets would be frozen and I’d have to start making some quick phone calls. Things have been restored, but I still have been offered no proper explanation of how it was lawful to detain me as well as disrupt and degrade my business life.

Bill C-51’s new powers weren’t even needed for my detainment. The government simply leveled the accusation that I was delusional to expect to be able to argue before a Supreme Court Justice that they’re crooks and liars committing crimes against humanity so they had me committed for psychiatrist evaluation. They had full knowledge of my Charter Challenge and they can’t claim otherwise. The Attorney General of Newfoundland and Labrador specifically chose not to submit an argument after his attorneys were provided with my Memorandum of Argument. They chose to feign indifference and ignorance to the whole matter instead.

Another patient, Mary, was a good example of how detainment can shake the foundations of your life. She’s been forced to take a drug that’s making her gain weight and loose her teeth, along with a host of other side effects. The drug itself is known to her as Seroquel and it comes with a disturbing list of known issues. Its also been aggressively marketed for a number of off-label uses by an Australian pharmaceutical company, AstraZeneca, based on falsified reports for clinical trials that never actually took place. There are 10,000 lawsuits that have been filed against the company for the damaging side effects of this drug. Yet, here we have detainees under the Mental Health Act being forced to take it against their will.

Mary was recently detained because it had been discovered that she’d flushed her medication. She was tired of the physical and mental side effects and wanted freedom from her pill-shaped prison. They’d pulled her from her home before she could pay her rent for the month of April and brought her to the ward where I met her. Her rent for the month of April was left sitting on her television. Her landlord, disliking that she’d missed rent and perhaps thinking it would be ok to discriminate against someone detained by the State, served her with eviction papers. We discussed options for dealing with the landlord tenant issue. She’s since made plans to move to a less hostile location. I don’t know how her situation worked out, but I hope it got resolved.

Criminals are treated with more respect than wards detained by the State for reasons of mental health. Criminals are immediately offered legal representation. Patients detained under the Mental Health Act are not. Who really argues for the patients in these situations? I had the right to be advised of the reason for my detainment, but that never arrived. I expect the true reasons will emerge as hearings progress.

Criminals can also appeal their charges before a judge. The reasons for their detainment can be examined. Patients seem to lack this basic right of self-determination. Once medicated, they are under the authority of the prescribing psychiatrist. That doctor’s opinion then carries the weight of law, which is another example of how the rule of law abused in our country. A doctor can be appointed to a position of authority over another human being. They can remove that person’s right to liberty and freedom for refusing to comply with their directions. Patients can ask to be removed from their prescribed medications, but the doctors don’t actually have to listen. Especially with drugs like Seroquel, which have no standard protocols for discontinuing use. It turns the pill-shaped prison into a mental labyrinth, with the prescribing psychiatrist as the minotaur guarding the escape routes.

Seroquel is also known as Quell, which is darkly appropriate when used in politicized psychiatry or for simply sweeping societies uncomfortable mental health problems under the rug. Have a dissenter criticizing you too openly and angrily? Drag them off and have them ‘Quelled.’ I thank God for the peace of mind my personal beliefs inspire in me. They allowed me to weather the storm of detainment and double certification without much anxiety, which made the eventual release that much sweeter. As I mentioned in a previous blog, I believe spirituality is the root of the tree of wellbeing, not one of the branches or leaves, but the foundation itself. Building your mind on anything but the way you connect to reality is like building a house on sand. A good storm can undermine your foundation. Newfoundlanders especially should understand the idea of a house built on rock. Properly built, it can weather the worst that Mother Nature can deliver.

To that end, I spent most of Thursday anxiously awaiting my hearing before the Supreme Court the following day. I met with Misha and Ben during the afternoon visiting hours. Misha was exceptionally tired at this point. Like me, she wasn’t sleeping well due to the situation, but she is also 6 months pregnant so she had extra reasons to be tired. They left with Misha promising to return for the evening visiting hours. This wouldn’t happen as Misha would end up being arrested by the RCMP shortly after returning home. I wouldn’t know this until much later.

When visiting hours rolled around, another friend popped in to visit. He’d expected to meet Misha upon arrival, but this didn’t end up happening. He hadn’t heard from her since the earlier meeting. We tried calling her phone, but couldn’t get through.

As Misha disappearance was being noticed, my lawyer’s legal aide would arrive with disclosure consent forms to sign. She requested access to my medical records and provided two consent forms that I assumed granted full disclosure. I signed both, giving over full access to my file, then left her to make the needed photocopies. I took nothing from my file, nor did I ask anything be withheld. I opened my files like a book and offered the legal aide full access to everything that was available, then went back to hanging out with the visiting friend and trying to phone Misha.

This was the first time I was simply unable to reach out and contact Misha during the entire ordeal and it was the one that made me the most nervous. I had no idea where she was or what was going on. I contacted my family to see if they’d heard from her. I contacted Ben to find out if he’d seen her. He let me know that she was probably exhausted and home sleeping with the phone turned off. I hoped this was the case, but did let my roommate know I was a getting anxious about the whole issue. I’d already been taken from my home unlawfully. If a man’s home is his castle, my castle had been laid siege to and I felt as though my family now stood undefended.

I had a very rough night, unable to get more than a few hours of sleep due to the growing anxiety over what could have made Misha disappear. I wasn’t even thinking of the Court hearing in the morning, I just wanted to know what happened to her.

This concludes My Life of Certified Insanity (Day 3 – Part 1). The next installment for this day will cover Misha’s experience with the RCMP that left her cut off from any means of communication with the outside world.

To pick up where I left off with my last post, I had just requested a second opinion on my initial assessment. Shortly after requesting and thinking my transfer to a new doctor was denied, I found out my wish had been granted.

I’m not going to go into too much detail regarding the follow up that got me released. Suffice it to say I wish to protect the identities of the doctors involved. I will go so far as to say they were both from nations familiar with the impact of deep racial divisions so they had broader understanding of where I was coming from. In fact, once they understood the context of what brought me into the care of the hospital, they made no attempt to dissuade me of my line of thinking. I was certified completely sane and rational and released the following Monday. This gave me a total of 144 hours of detainment, or 6 days, with no legal or psychiatric reason to have done so.

While these details were being sorted out, I was being introduced to provincial abuse of process on a massive scale. This forms the foundation of my argument for the courts. A new layer of oversight is needed to prevent these kinds of situations from arising for other Canadians. I fear the scale of abuse that already exists is so massive it beggars the mind and illustrates how subverted our legal system has become to ‘Crown schemes.’

Through my contacts with the Western Star, I’d arranged with them to have my picture taken to put on record that I was being detained against my will. They’d followed the day of my detainment and other previous news reports concerning my filing of genocide charges from the previous summer, and my years of community radio involvement, local entrepreneurship and agriculture research. On the 8th of April they ran their story about me being detained under the Mental Health Act, giving more of a context for my tweet than the RNC offered to the psychiatrist when I was taken in. They also mentioned that I didn’t have money for a lawyer and that I was still thinking I would get a pass to attend my Charter Challenge. This would later be proven wrong.

It’s interesting to be able to look back and see your own direct quotes.

“Because the government is always right and can never be wrong. Anybody that dissents with them are just going to be flagged as crazy and thrown into situations like this.”

This article would be picked up by the Telegram out in St. John’s and come to the awareness of Jennifer Curran, my current lawyer provided by mental health legal aide. She was quite interested in my case as I fit none of the requirements for a person to be remanded under the act. I have no mental disorder and no criminal charges were forthcoming. At the time of all this occurring, my certification papers still only had one signature on them.

Once we’d made contact and entered into a lawyer-client agreement, she informed me that she wanted to file an application of Habeas Corpus to have me brought before a local Supreme Court Justice to argue my detainment was unlawful. This would turn out to be the same Justice originally scheduled to hear my Charter Challenge. Small world. She also informed me that any discussion of sending me off for 30 day analysis was also unlawful as I hadn’t been charged with any crime. This isn’t Soviet Russia, despite what our Prime Minister or Premier seems to think.

So by Wednesday afternoon, I’d met with my new doctor and had our first discussion. I’d been contacted by a lawyer who wanted to represent me and I had been photographed with my disheveled beard in all it’s glory for the front page of the Western Star the following day.

At this point, I still hoped I would be able to attend my Charter Challenge, but questions were beginning to crop up. My doctor was willing to issue a pass to allow me to attend my Supreme Court proceedings, but there was a requirement of an escort to and from the Courthouse. As I hadn’t been charged by the RNC, they had no authority to bring me before the Courts. The Hospital also shrugged their shoulders as they had no legal reason to do so either. When I’d be originally told that a pass could be issued, they’d assumed I was a defendant, not a plaintiff. With no option to proceed, I called my lawyer.

Jennifer informed me that she was trying to get the Application of Habeas Corpus filed for the following day, April 9th, but had to jump through a few hoops. I gave her permission to apologize to the Justice for being unable to attend and requested an opportunity to reschedule.

Later on in the evening, the situation would become even stranger. While sitting with Misha and my best friend Ben during evening visiting hours, one of the night nurses brought me in an updated copy of my certification papers. Remember, for the whole day I’d been walking around with my admitting papers with only one signature. I’d also been transferred to a doctor that wasn’t as prejudiced by the situation due to the original RNC presence. I had a lawyer trying to get me before a Supreme Court Justice. But suddenly… there were two signatures on my certification papers.

Two signatures. Thistle and Talpur. Signed and dated five minutes apart from the first night I’d been admitted. Now, unlike a patient brought in for a simple 72 hour observation, I had been certified insane by two separate doctors after a total of five and a half minutes of analysis. No diagnosis, no speculations on a diagnosis, just certified insane. The first signature was required to keep me under observation for 72 hours. The second left me legally certified insane under the Mental Health Care Act and remanded as a ward of the State for further observation. The nurses told me they’d never seen anything like it. This would later be used to deny the application for Habeas Corpus. The Justice’s hands would now be tied by the second signature into a system of Crown schemes and common law precedence.

Obviously, someone wanted me kept under lock and key for a while.

I would spent the second night of my detainment once again sleeping fitfully. Sleep apnea is a harsh disability when you have no way to remedy it. During my six sleeps on the ward, I probably averaged four hours a night. I was still ok at this point. The physiological effects didn’t begin to pile up until Saturday.

That concludes Day 2 of My Life of Certified Insanity. Day 3&4 should be available before the weekend.

When Day 2 of my time on the 4th Floor ward started out, I had been certified by a single signature of an ER doctor. It was supported by a five minute discussion with a psychiatrist who wanted to observe me for a month. I would later find out she has a hearing problem.

I made my first mistake while looking for breakfast. Not realizing the individualized menu system in place, I thought all meals were the same as the trays were laid out haphazardly on the tables. I didn’t spot the name of a fellow inmate until after I’d eaten most of the meal. I ended up swapping the name tag for my meal with his, but it was still strange that there wasn’t even a discussion about the meals or menus. I had to learn about the process from Red Sonya.

Red Sonya is a prime example of how underfunded the mental health care system is in Newfoundland and Labrador. She suffers from bouts of confusion due to difficulty in regulating her insulin, but due to a lack of funding for specialized needs she gets thrown into the 4th floor ward with possible violent offenders.

After breakfast I made a point of inquiring with the nurses which doctor I would be seeing for my follow up assessment. When I was told I would be seeing Dr. Talpur, the same slightly deaf tiny hindu woman so frightened by RNC presence she wanted to keep me under observation for a month, I was a little surprised. I’d spoken to her last night, why would she now be offering the second opinion? This was fishy. The first signing doctor, Thistle, could technically say he’d seen me. We’d been in the room together. He shook my hand and we chatted for a brief moment. He was also in the room in the presence of police who could witness that he’d seen me. However, I felt that his signature on that original assessment was supported by Dr. Talpur’s 5 minute assessment, so this really wasn’t a fair baseline as her impartiality had already been affected. She’d already been in the presence of armed men who’d brought in a man with a long beard and a stack of legal documents. The RNC were presenting her with a copy of my tweet, blown up to fill a full sheet of paper. I shit you not. That’s how they do it. One tweet fills a single page. Poor Mr. Dunphy. Such small words on a cell phone, blown up and magnified to such a huge size. I can only imagine how confusing that must have been.

I think the comparison to the Ottawa Shooter was influenced mostly by the police presence and the beard. I wasn’t raving or incoherent. I peacefully submitted to the entire process. If I had been clean shaven, she wouldn’t have given that extreme of a comparison much of a second thought. I had a stack of legal documents that explained my reason for being there. It provided context. But when presented with slice of my twitter history, my beard, and my arabic last name, she decided I was planning on blowing something up. Instead, I’m just an outspoken activist engaging in legal action against a government that has committed crimes against humanity. I’m also into the idea of building cheap advanced organic farms to feed people. Nothing in that plan should scare anyone except those who hate freedom and independence.

Just for clarity, I never recanted any of the words I uttered on Twitter during my time at WMRH. I still think Premier Davis is an abject coward who is threatening the economic stability of the province with his lack of foresight and inability to deal with the complexities of a changing world. His vision for Newfoundland became evident when he released his pro-police state RNC recruitment video last fall. He’s militaristic and Newfoundland should have no place in it for his brand of intimidation. It threatens families, which form the beating heart of this island. Richard Squires did it less than 100 years ago and it seems that Premier Davis is poised to make the same mistake.

For further clarity, and to assure my point on context is understood, I believe that the Confederation of Canada must be brought down to strip power from the federal government. Through their actions they’ve incited genocide abroad and are responsible for crimes against humanity. They should be arrested, face trial and if found guilty, be executed for their crimes. It is not a threat. It is an insult aimed at Premier Davis combined with a demand for a free and democratic society that embraces true justice. It was misinterpreted in the same manner as Mr. Dunphy’s tweet, out of its organic context.

However, this tweet was different from the one that the RCMP arrested and released me for with an order to appear before a judge. That one was an idle threat I’ll discuss later. Different tweet, different context, different aspect of free speech. I am scheduled to appear before a judge of a lower court in June to discuss the matter. I have no interest in securing legal aide on the matter as I’m comfortable preparing my own case and have an established lawful intention that goes back most of a year in a well documented process.

To get back to Premier Davis’ gutless cowardice, he has our province drowning in so much oil he’s stealing from our future to keep this leaky oil tanker afloat. We can’t bail the political class out anymore. They’re leeches who just want political power and authority. They’ve got no real ideas on how to right their ship because politicians never do. They’re just stealing from Peter to pay Paul. Literally. Let their ship sink.

Newfoundland and Labrador has a bright future, but all in resources that are currently under utilized because educated people are being completely ignored by these Conservative governments. Only 20 percent of the known arable land on the Island is currently producing food. Why are we paying so much to import tiny produce when we could supply all of our own cheaper and provide worthwhile jobs to locals?

Did you know there was a experimental greenhouse in Gander that provided fresh vegetables for 500 US soldiers year round? All the fresh produce they needed was provided by this one greenhouse. Imagine 1000 of these providing all the fresh produce for every family on the island. All organic. Never a worry about ferry service being unable to deliver or poor quality produce. Build them underground, use geothermal heating and tie them into Muskrat Falls to provide power for LED grow lights and Newfoundland and Labrador will never have to import fresh produce again. Ever. Might take ten years to build them all, but why wait? We could break ground on the first of them this summer if this government didn’t have its head jammed so far up its own oil-filled arsehole.

Other resources that are going underutilized are our shellfish wastes. Did you know that crab, lobster and shrimp are rich sources of chitin? Chitin is the amazingly versatile organic compound that will underpin the future for a number of fields. It is also the foundation of my research with insects. Want to know an excellent source of renewable and perfectly biodegradable bioplastic to replace polluting oil-based plastics? Chitin. Want to know how to keep produce from spoiling longer organically? Chitin. Want advanced bandages that speed wound healing? Chitin. Want to use less pesticides to control insects or fungus on crops? Chitin. Bigger flowers with brighter blooms? Chitin. Forget graphene, graphane and carbon nanotubes, one of the most important molecules for the future of our planet is chitin and its derivatives. Newfoundland currently just throws the majority of it away.

The other groups of molecules that Newfoundland has in a unique abundance are dihalogenated acetates based on chlorine, bromine and iodine. These are present in seaweeds. The results of the research I’ve been engaged in since 2007 show that they are an unrecognized vitamin for promoting proper mitochondrial function. I have a hypothesis that these compounds played a key role in the early evolution of multicellular life. They already have a 30+ year history of use in treating metabolic disorders. They were also shown to have a broad spectrum effect on triggering apoptosis in cancerous cells (2007), provided normoxic conditions are present (2010). Their unique, simple and compact shape puts them among the strongest organic molecules capable of reducing oxidative stress. Oxidative stress builds up over time and results in cellular exhaustion through mitochondrial dysfunction. Health Canada continues to claim these compounds are synthetic, despite research from the 60s and 70s and broad rediscovery in marine sources today. Check chemspider. There is plenty of corroboration there.

Between the electrical ties to Labrador, the shellfish, seaweed and farming resources, rural Newfoundland would have a bright, independent future on lock down.

However, the greedy, shortsighted mental midgets running the province from the Avalon think with their guns instead of the brains God gave them. They only want to lay claim to rural Newfoundland to deny others rightful access. They’ll change the Crown Lands Act to reclaim land that they want to exploit, pushing off families who’ve had the land in their families for generations. The Avalon will do to rural Newfoundland what Israel is doing to Palestine, steal the land out from under the families trying to live peacefully. Look at how they’re continuing to cut public services. Look at the cuts to education. Look at the gerrymandering under the guise of budget cuts for MHA representation. If they really wanted to uphold democracy, they’d slash their own salaries in half. Less representation diminishes democracy. Small powerful governments supported by a militaristic police have a tendency to become dictatorships. Ask Richard Squires.

So, as my final statement on the tweet that got me detain, I think that Premier Paul Davis is a useless simpleton that is steering Newfoundland towards economic disaster. He wasn’t even a real cop with the RNC, he was a desk jockey. Head spin doctor for media relations. He’s ignorant of the larger issues at play in the world and the province of Newfoundland and Labrador will suffer further due to his shortsighted stupidity.

To get back to my own issue on the 4th floor, when I found out Dr. Talpur would be conducting both the first and second assessments, I requested a second opinion.

At first, the nurses were a little reticent to discuss the matter, but when I explained my situation to them…

I’ll finish off the Day 2 in the next installment.