Draft 2 of a Letter to the Mayor of Victoria, BC Regarding the Homeless Situation – Revisited
Herewith my re-issuance of something I posted, then suspended, June 26; my story will unfold in the draft of the letter posted below. Suffice to say the day before, June 25, I very foolishly decided to take a walking tour of the homeless encampment on Pandora Avenue here in Victoria, British Columbia… and in the wake of what happened – I’m probably lucky to be alive – talked to three friends about it.
An “e” back-and-forth June 26 with a friend whom I’ll call Barahir, when I asked him “What the F***?” advised:
“Perhaps you should cool it on the expletives because it’s not an open mic comedy set you’re doing and they’ll simply dismiss you as vulgar. There’s a way of saying things in different places – know your crowd. If you haven’t issued it yet, then don’t. Re-draft as per my suggestions. The points you make are solid but your delivery for this audience is simply shite.”
“Hmm”… thought I … Trouble is he’s in South Africa, which while it’s undergoing its own version of slow-motion collapse, is not Canada. Thus I asked a co-worker whom I’ll call Éomer “What the F***?”; he told me rumour hath it amongst the homeless that there’s lots of free money, free food, free medical, free dental, free drugs, free I-don’t-know-what-the-f***-else out here, plus the climate’s mild, so out here they come. Welfare, plus “extra money for their pets” = extra money for their drug habit. Methadone clinics twice a month.. you can always tell “Welfare Wednesdays” because the garbage cans are tipped over so they can find cans and bottles to refund: “I got $900 but I need $500 for my drugs, I’ve got to get extra money somehow”... Mentioned how when the Olympics were in Vancouver, they decided to clean up the city by shipping the homeless over to Victoria – and “The Red Scorpions” came over with them. He mentioned the Premier of Saskatchewan had had enough of “The Homeless”, gave them a choice; jail, or a bus pass to Vancouver / Victoria. Ditto for Québec, according to Éomer no help there for the junkies plus the bitter winters, so, out here they come...
“Hmm”… thought I, some more; thus last night (June 29) after telling him my story asked “Denethor” (another co-worker) “What the F***?” … he opined thus; variations on a theme but very much as with Éomer: “It’s the Liberals and Knee Dippers (NDP / New Democratic Party) in Ottawa. The Knee Dippers running the shit-show in British California. A bunch of bleeding hearts running Victoria itself, and money, money, money, money, money, money, money... A fortune being made in drug sales, “Ka-Ching! Ka-Ching! Ka-Ching!” go the merry bells of Big Pharma’s cash registers”…
And he assured me that:
I was indeed incredibly foolish, that “those camps are fucking dangerous!”
and
A letter to Mayor Marianne Alto would also indeed, be completely useless... 🙄💩
Meanwhile since these photos were taken, the homeless encampment has grown; tents are now on both sides of Pandora Avenue, extending for about two blocks.
As I said in my intended letter, I was probably lucky to get out of there alive. As I’ve ruminated on this experience, it occurred to me yesterday, back in the day (19th / early 20th Centuries) there existed institutions to deal with these creatures, whom they called (with scant patience for the prattling of Freud, Jung, et al) “morally deficient”, “moral imbeciles” or “morally insane”: These institutions were called “Workhouses” and “Lunatic Asylums” and there the alcoholics and drug addicts were domiciled and compelled to hard labour to justify their keep, because you see, they were considered responsible for their bad behaviour and for their moral turpitude.
And after what I experienced on Tuesday June 25, I’d say it’s high time such institutions and attitudes towards these delinquents was restored: Obviously the enlightened, compassionate approach of the last 70-odd years hasn’t worked so well…
Trouble is the Politicians are as morally degenerate as the druggies, and after all, this is their pocketbooks we’re talking about risking.
À la prochaine... 🤔
Capt. Roy Harkness
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June 27, 2024
Mayor Marianne Alto
1 Centennial Square
Victoria, B.C. V8W 1P6
Dear Mayor Alto:
I am writing in regards to an incident that happened to me June 25, 2024 on Pandora Avenue.
I’ve viewed presentations on YouTube, created in Vancouver and many other cities, illustrative of their on-going decline; a typical example is “East Hastings, Vancouver Canada Spring Walk” done June 14, 2024:
Thus as I was going about my business, running some errands, doing some shopping, when on the spur of the moment I very foolishly decided I was going to do a walking video tour of the homeless encampment on Pandora Avenue, right beside the Victoria Conservatory of Music. I was almost immediately accosted by inhabitants, they were extremely hostile and abusive, one seized my cellphone, saying he was going to erase what I’d recorded; then threw my phone on the pavement, amazingly, did not destroy or seriously damage it, but what I was attempting to document was lost.
I quickly went home, had a couple of stiff drinks and thought about what I’d done; the reality is I could have been murdered, my body “disappeared”, and no-one would ever have learned what became of me.
At this point in my life I am 65 years old; I work full-time, cannot afford to retire; I support a wife and stepdaughter on a security guard’s wages; my wife is working part-time, her waking hours are mostly directed to the care of her 28-year-old daughter, who has sustained permanent injuries consequent to four injections of the “Covid” “Vaccination” and thus will never again be able to work. If something should ever happen to me, they’re up a certain creek without a paddle.
I look around the Capital Region, aware of the sudden sprouting of homeless encampments all over the place like so many poisonous toadstools. At this point they’re avoidable. But in what? 2 years? 18 months? 1 year from now? What will the situation be then? Not too pleasant for working stiffs such as myself I imagine, meanwhile for politicians such as yourself? Undoubtedly safe behind walls, gates, alarm systems and I imagine armed guards? The consequences of your blinkered, hypocritical ideology, disgraceful malfeasance, gross incompetence and criminal irresponsibility — already amply demonstrated during the 4 years of the Covid Fraudemic — will never be an issue for you. As for my wife and I, living in a rat-and-cockroach infested apartment that costs me 64% of my take-home pay? It’s illegal for me to arm myself; thanks to Dear Leader Justin Castreau (praise and blessings be upon his name) firearms are forbidden me anyway; I have only the dubious safeguard of the overburdened police, who if they show up at all, will likely arrive an hour or two too late, to tag the bodies.
Mayor Alto, this steadily deteriorating situation is absolutely and utterly unacceptable. It is insane, it is intolerable. But it is our reality, living in Victoria. Little children and teenagers are going to the Conservatory for lessons. At what point will some 15-year-old girl be raped and possibly murdered, while you, you tax-fattened parasites, you shiftless, irresponsible, incompetent dolts, continue to sit around with your thumbs jammed up your assholes whilst twiddling your private parts? Possibly a repeat of what recently happened in Germany, where a 15-year-old girl was gang-raped by migrants, the judiciary let them off scot-free and arrested and imprisoned any German who attempted to voice their displeasure at what happened? (“Woman receives a two-day prison sentence for insulting a rapist”)
Further to the above, here’s “An Unspeakable Outrage”, by Paul Joseph Watson:
I will be blunt: The vicious drug-addled beasts in these encampments are not the pathetic victims of a cruel, arbitrary, unjust, and oh yeah, “patriarchal” social order. They are not suffering from any “disease”: They are living this way as a deliberate choice, and the various levels of government and misguided charitable agencies support these parasites out of my taxes through welfare payments, medical and dental services, additional drugs in the form of useless methadone “treatment”, clothing and of course, gifts of food. They are filth, they are vermin, they are human cockroaches, they are not deserving of any compassion and I want them the Hell out of my city!
Let me conclude by adding I also have no desire they be fobbed off on some other municipality or province via “one-way” bus tickets. Let’s put those asinine Concentration – pardon me – Quarantine Camps, built on order of Canada’s dimwit WEF lackey-in-chief, Justin Castreau, finally to some use: Send the rubbish there, and let them do useful work like breaking rocks on a chain-gang to earn their daily bread!
Best regards,
Capt. Roy Harkness
A well expressed letter Captain; however, expect jail time if you send it. Remember everything is upside down and inside out in the world today. ❤️