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I blame Ken! I blame Ken for everything. Ken & I are new friends. Denis & I are old friends. Denis lives at Doug's. Doug wants to be friends. Denis looks like Tony Curtis. Shaded from the afternoon rays by the grape vines covering Earl's patio, Denis is holding court. The sun that does come through pleasantly enhances the silhouette framed by our barmaid's translucent blouse. Approaching us is the unmistakable deep-throated rumble of Ken's Harley. With the sun at his back, canoe size boots, barrel chest, unruly beard, patched leather vest and a less than legal helmet, he throws a full-size shadow through the patio portal pausing patiently and passing pleasantries as he walks heavily toward our table. I make the intros. Denis and Doug, meet Ken. Ken, meet Doug and Denis You guys have hydraulic excavators and heavy-duty equipment in common. Denis and Doug are brokers. Ken is an operator. Ken is also Canada's foremost biker poet, known as Mountainman by readers of Canadian Biker. Ken's appearance and vocal volume makes other patrons noticeably uncomfortable. With obvious appreciation for the silhouette and with an intimidating, no need for telephone voice, he orders a Shirley Temple. It's the summer of 95 and all seems good. Denis and I are in the waning hours of another undeserved lunch saturated with copious quantities of cheap red wine. I do not drink for taste. I drink for effect. Doug power drinks. Denis drinks for taste and effect. Despite the temperature we're about to switch to heated double Grand Marnier, with token coffees on the side. Doug doesn't drink coffee. For no reason I mention that Ken doesn't drink. Immediately and indignantly he retorts in an even louder voice, I just ordered a Shirley Temple didn't I? I think some of the other patrons expect trouble. I could be wrong, but soon after Ken orders another Shirley Temple, we have the patio to ourselves. Ken looks totally incongruous sipping delicately on his second Shirley Temple complete with paper umbrella hanging from the side while wondering out loud if Denis is connected to the World Wide Web. Do I look like a nerd to you, replies Denis? No, says Ken, You look like Tony Curtis. Without pause he continues, I'm hoping to meet one of the Lawyerslayer's computer literate friends or associates so as to help me convince him to help me start an Internet Service Company. The beginning of the end has begun. One more Shirley Temple, three more double Grand Marnier, no coffee for Doug and the happy hour crowd begins to form. The next day I can tell by the tone of the ring that it's Mountainman. Remember everything you said? Of course, I say, even though I don't. Well, Cory, at Friendly Computer expects us there before lunch, which you said you're also buying. Through the self-imposed fog I do vaguely remember committing to buying the hardware so as to start an Internet Service Company. Never underestimate a sober biker poet computer freak. I'm thankful for the 45minute drive to prepare myself to enter cyberspace. Who me? Three hours and $4969 later we are equipped with the latest and greatest. A Pentium 90, 16 megs of ram, 1.2 gb of hard drive and some things called floppies, which aren't. Ken says, that I am but moments away from having my own yawning portal to the “information highway”. In theory – I can scan, print, fax, e-mail and surf. In reality – I cannot type and do not read or follow instructions. On birthdays and Christmas eves I gladly pay more for the floor model. So thanks to Ken, here I am, hooked to the net, wired for sound. C. Fast Publications - “Web Builders” - the future Elite I.S.P., is what our business cards read. I blame Ken. I blame Ken for everything. A new beginning The first order of business is to build a site for Machiavelli, his associates and their Emprize, ergo www.machiavelli.com Ken is self-taught in everything, including html. I am pleasantly surprised to learn how difficult computers aren't. I now control my “paperwork-world”. I've become my own secretary. Thanks a lot! Ken. Our efforts bear fruit. We make contacts never before possible. This is great. Why didn't I learn about this sooner? We are actually converting Internet derived contacts into sales of hydraulic excavators, big boats, Kenworth and Mac trucks and other pieces of construction equipment. There are orders for the 69 Minute Managers and Corporate logo golf towels. Who would have believed it? The Internet is working for us! I blame Ken. What a wonderful world we live in! We are succeeding in cyber-space without resorting to selling sex. Speaking of sex. Homosexual sex sites seemingly outnumber heterosexual sex sites. Statistics say that a little less than 10% of males are homosexual. If true, why such overwhelming disproportionate numbers of homosexual sex sites? 10% must be low. Is there a homosexual agenda? Are homosexuals better organized, mobilized and synchronized to promote their agenda? Their pervasive presence on the web certainly furthers the hypothesis. In response to the questions, Ken creates Our Internet Enterprise is taking shape. We do contract work and continue to add dot coms; I think we're pretty good. We're making headway in uncharted waters. I'm starting to believe our own press releases, which can only be an omen of trouble. I still blame Ken for everything. Despite the Provincial Election returns, guaranteeing four more years of N.D.P. inadequacy, I feel so positive about our potential that I am gay, in the true and traditional meaning of the word. Homosexuals are homosexuals. Gay means happy. Can homosexuals be truly gay in the traditional meaning of the word? We can afford to care. Does anyone care? Kari Simpson cares. Kari Simpson is the executive director of The Citizens Research Institute, a nonprofit organization promoting family values. www.citizensresearchinst.com The Citizens Research Institute stands alone in the efforts to keep tabs on the sweeping powers of the B.C. Provincial Ministry of Children and Families. That Ministry, on an anonymous phone call and/or without substantiated cause, has the power to take children from the home of any British Columbian. They (the Ministry) enact those powers readily, some times with cause. The Ministry responsible for children apparently isn't. So right and courageous do I think Kari Simpson is in her stance against the unchecked powers of the Ministry that I believe, had Kari been on Tianimen Square that day, those tanks would still be parked. Our research reveals that the Citizens Research Institute has yet to build a website. To satisfy my magnanimous mood Ken acquires the domain name citizensresearchinst.com. My intentions are to built and bestow it to Kari and her Citizens Research Institute on a full maintenance and for gratis basis. cri.html Kari Simpson is not cooperating. She is not responsive to my messages. Persistence pays off! Ms. Kari Simpson agrees to meet. She's great, straightforward, sincere and professional and turns me down flat. She is refreshingly frank about political will and ill will and restrictions imposed on Institutions wholly financed by donations. Bottom line, for her cause, she sees me as a politically incorrect liability. She is probably right. I'm going somewhere to lick my wounds. What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a domain name like citizensresearchinst.com? What am I going to tell Ken? How can I blame him for this? Meanwhile, Ms. Kari Simpson and the Citizens Research Institute take on the Surrey School teachers bent on bringing books to Elementary School kids' curriculums lauding homosexual unions. Elementary School Principal billy bennest is a homosexual pedophile. Burnaby elementary school principal billy bennest is charged with procuring sex from a person under 18 and charged with making and possessing child pornography. A spokesperson for the College of Teachers at the University of British Columbia says, billie bennest has been a member of their society for more than twenty-five years, yet they have no idea that he might be a problem. MIGHT BE A PROBLEM? billy bennest and I both attended (same time same station) Oliver's High School. The whole school and the whole town did not suspect, they knew billy bennest to be bent. How could the College of Teachers let him be an elementary school principal knowing that billy bennest is a homosexual and now deny that he is a homosexual pedophile? Just how blind is the British Columbia College of Educators? Why is there no indignation? The lenient treatment afforded homosexual pedophile billy bennest is outrageous and shameful!!! Isn't anybody going to say something? Say Something As a father, a Canadian, a humanitarian and as a Machiavellian, I have to say something. Bingo Bongo, the inst. in citizensresearchinst.com will stand for instrument instead of institute. Presto, the Citizens Research Instrument is born. Who will know? I think I'm brilliant. Can I blame Ken? A website for my personal thoughts and opinions. Built purposely to oust and roust billy bennest, homosexual pedophiles and those that condone their behaviour. This freedom to display my opinions is exhilarating and symbolizes what I thought was Canadian. Uranus My attention span is short when the threat of remuneration does not exist. After a few afternoons of anger management by purposely penning the Citizens Research Instrument machiavelli.com/cri/home.html I fail to see any potential financial benefits. I shelve the project, letting the pages exist in cyberspace without links. We are tight for computer space. Our web business is the reselling of Internet Services and the building of websites and pages for profit. In order to make room on our computer I store the Instrument pages on our host server's computer via our new high-speed cable connection. Business is good. We sell equipment. We tame alligators. We perform paradoxical performances (the exact opposite of what lawyers do) we cater to those who buy jewelry and ride in limousines. The golf projects have great potential. While searching for remote activation for our golf slope simulator we meet a mysterious and strange guy. Had I known the continuing impact he was to have I would have taken him more serious and done more due diligence. I blame Ken. The man of self-purported mystery presents himself as a “crazy” inventor who says, he can heal the sick with frequencies, make an engine run on water, and tap in on free energy. His name is Branislav Klco. Branislav hates the Internet, fancies himself a Slovak Valentino, has no friends and thinks he can play chess. Chuck Kaleda is wrong. Branislav is not an asshole. Branislav is an opinionated asshole. Branislav is and always proves he's to smart for his own good. Branislav is a Braggart How do astronomers say Branislav? – Uranus. Branislav pompously says that the solutions to our slope simulation system are child's play. He says we can use his talents for the furtherance of the golf slope simulation project. Without sufficient due diligence I retain his services. August 18, 1999, Welcome to the Canadian Human Rights Commission Ring-ring. Machiavelli & Associates' Emprize, how may we help? Good afternoon, my name is Andrea Chase. I'm calling from the Canadian Human Rights Commission. May I speak to the manager? You're speaking to the Emprize's lawyerslayer so speak your spiel. This is a notification that a complaint of sexual orientation discrimination about certain website content has been filed against Machiavelli & Associates Emprize Incorporated. Fast-forward to the last 3 answers, the last 2 questions and the last statement made in this conversation. A) I am not allowed to reveal the complainant's identity at this time. Q) Will you be in contact with the complainant? A) Yes, I will be. Q) Will you relay a message from me? A) Yes I can do that. S) Thank you. Please tell the complainant to go fuck himself. Click The rest of this initial 2minute conversation is told after the first complaint form Welcome again to the Canadian Human Rights Commission and mark schnell The Canadian & Provincial Human Rights Commission's mandates were and still are to offer ombudsman type sanctuary for allegedly abused Government employees who did not like the security and benefits of working for the Federal and Provincial Governments. Furthering the mandate to include the self-serving interests of special interest groups was never the intent and done without Parliamentary approval. Initially Canadian and Provincial Human Rights Commissions set their goals to work for the day when they would no longer be needed. Ironically, according to almost every minor/major mainstream/slipstream, local, provincial and national newspapers the Agencies achieved their goals some time ago. To achieve worldwide web Internet jurisdiction, the Canadian Human Right Commission and its Tribunal knowingly go to bed with mark schnell. The Commission is aware that mark maintains homosexually explicit websites like uncutdicks & gayfucksites.com. The Commission knows that Mark's websites Meta words are designed to attract the attention specifically of gay-men, gay-teens and boys! Boys? mark schnell is sly, bent and zealously determined to hide his special interest while furthering his homosexual agenda. mark is, as militant as any white supremacist and in another time would have readily worn an SS armband. Getting into bed with the Commission is no problem for mark. Neither is lying. In less time than it takes to coerce the willing, mark adopts, in its entirety, the Commission's cause. He virtually cloaks himself with the Agency's agenda. For the first time in his life he senses the feeling of self-worth and he likes, nay he craves it. He's craved it his whole life and like an addict, now that he knows where and how to get it, will stop at nothing to systemically satisfy his urges. As if possessed by a perverted poignant purpose, mark schnell, proceeds with a plethora of prepared plagiarized and polarized paperwork. Ernst Zundel is a chicken shit Ernst Zundel, Paul Fromm and Doug Christie are enjoying a pre-victory lunch at Banners, the serve yourself, all you can eat with unlimited no name cola for $9.69 eatery. Ernst judges restaurants by the quantity served. Banners Restaurant is Ernst's favorite. They are celebrating because they're assured of a draw if not a win in the Commission's quest to quell the Zundel Internet site and Keegstra has been completely silenced by the Commission, leaving Ernst free to argue the numbers. Ernst Zundel is sick. He suffers from German-guilt-syndrome also known as Holocaust-denial, an incurable affliction inherent in German male children who were born too young to be boy soldiers and too old to nurse during the Holocaust. It is anticipated that the disease and sickness will die out as the carriers do. In the meantime German authorities are compelled to outlaw the verbalization and personification of Holocaust denial and make it punishable by an automatic 5year jail sentence. Besides being sick, Ernst Zundel is also a chicken-shit. He ran from Germany and Canada rather than stay and fight for his convictions. Running and being a chicken shit are activities that Ernst is good at, he runs at the mouth, he runs from the law and picks fights only with the defenseless dead. Mathematics As it is mathematically improbable to be 100% wrong all the time, even Ernst Zundel must be right about something. Ernst Zundel proves the math when he states that Canadian Human Rights Commission Tribunals do not accept truth as a defense. The Canadian Human Rights Commission and its enforcement arm - the Canadian Human Rights Tribunal are simultaneously right and wrong. The Rights Commission is right in its attempt to inoculate Canadian society against the spread of German Holocaust-denial disease. Wrong and unlawful in its implementation and methodologies to do so. The Rights Commission's special interest intent is as wrong as Ernst Zundel's message. Fortunately the natural aging process will disarm Ernst Zundel and his nazi storm troopers. Unfortunately, the Canadian Human Rights Commission is continually appointed and therefore immune from Mother Nature who needs assistance in the disassembly. To that end, Machiavelli & the Lawyerslayer are fighting completely unarmed to expose the Commission's unbecoming conduct in its misguided efforts spurned on by special interest groups no less zealous and no less ignorant than Ernst and to allow truth as a defense at Canadian Human Rights Commission's Tribunals. Across town The Canadian Human Rights' Chief Commissioner, Chief Council and Lead Council in the Zundel and the soon to be announced Machiavelli Tribunal are pretending to enjoy each other's company over lunch. Lunch is free to them at the exclusive Parliamentary Commissary, which is unbelievably expensive to the taxpayer. Talk about feeding at the political trough. Chief Commissionaire Madam Michelle Falardeau-Ramsay Q.C. is overwrought. This does not diminish her continual food intake. She and Zundel would tie for first at any pie-eating contest. Her Commission career and her Supreme Court nomination ambition are trembling like the walls of Jericho. She blames Machiavelli & the Lawyerslayer. She's making Richard Tardif taut too. On the other hand Eddie Taylor is cool. He sees nothing but opportunities. Hell, if he plays his cards right, he too could be inline to be the next Chief Commissar. Richard grabs her flabby wrist in an effort to gain her attention. She interprets his actions as an effort to prevent her from buttering another scone. Listen to me, he shakes her wrist as if to, but unable to loosen her grip on the scone. During your many out of country experiences Eddie has spent his time and our dime in Vancouver and is the bearer of good news. Her mouth is so full. She can only nod in agreement as far as her chins will let her. We've got ourselves a completely convincing compliant complainant. We can commission and control our own complaint. The good news is that that son of a bitch Machiavelli & his asshole Lawyerslayer buddy are going down. We've got more than a half dozen somewhat independent witnesses in our pocket and have notified the Commission's cunning linguist, Gary Prideaux, that we want something linguistically special and ironclad to combat Machiavelli's pen. We are poised to deliver you World Wide Web Internet Jurisdiction - on a platter. CANADIAN HUMAN RIGHTS COMMISSION COMPLAINT FORM FILE#w48126 COMPLAINANT: mark schnell RESPONDENT: Machiavelli & Associates Emprize Inc. DATE OF ALLEGED CONDUCT: June 13, 1998 and on going. ADDRESS where incident occurred: on the worldwide Internet web. ALLEGATION Machiavelli and Associates Emprize Inc. discriminated against me based on my sexual orientation by communicating messages on a web site which is likely to expose homosexuals to hatred and contempt in contravention of section 13 of the Canadian Human Rights Act. PARTICULARS I am a gay man. On June 22 or 23 rd of 98, my friend informed me about a web site at http://www.citizensresearchinst.com/, which contained various derogatory statements against homosexual people. I went to this site on this date and found many offensive comments, such as "Question – are all homosexuals pedophiles or are all pedophiles homosexual? Answer – Yes" and "Question – are all homosexual pedophiles school teachers? Answer – No! Some are "men of the cloth", scout leaders and coaches." Another example is: "Warning the gay and lesbian "educators" of British Columbia (gale) live and practice a repugnant "lifestyle" into which they intend to lure and abuse our children. Since that date I have gone back to the web site as often as once every two days and found the same derogatory statements. The site indicated that more than 2000 people visited the site between December 11th 1997 and June 23rd1998. This site has been accessible as recently as April 28 1999. I attempted to find out who provided the web site by visiting www.internic.net (which has information on the server and the creator of web-sites) and found the Machiavelli & Associates Emprize created the web site I am gravely concerned that this web-site leads the public to falsely believe that all homosexual people are sex offenders thereby exposing homosexuals to prejudice and hatred. I have read (or have had read to me) the above allegation and to the best of my knowledge it is true and correct. I consent to the release to the CHRC of all information and documents concerning me that the CHRC considers necessary for its investigation, such as personal records, documents, data, medical or hospital records which relate to the complaint. I also authorize the CHRC to have such information examined by any person it retains to provide advice and assistance in dealing with my complaint. Signature mark schnell April 29th 1999 August 18, 1999, The Rest of the Conversation as promised Ring-ring. Machiavelli & Associates' Emprize, how may we help? Good afternoon, my name is Andrea Chase. I'm calling from the Canadian Human Rights Commission. May I speak to the manager? You're speaking to the Emprize's lawyerslayer so speak your spiel . This is a notification that a complaint of sexual orientation discrimination about certain website content has been filed against Machiavelli & Associates Emprize Incorporated. I would like to speak with Mr. Ken Fast. Ken's in Winnipeg - unavailable and won't call you back. Is Mr. Fast the owner of the company? No, he's not. Are you? I'm the facilitator and responsible for any and all transactions made by Machiavelli. Are you aware that a discrimination compliant based on sexual orientation about your website has been filed? No, why would I be? I pause to gather my thoughts. I immediately blame Ken. I knew that sooner or later some queer was going to make a Federal case from fuck all by claiming that being pro heterosexual means being anti homosexual. Ken lives under a black cloud and now some faggot is trying to rain on his parade. Well at least the visitors counter at the heterosexuals.com should be worth watching. The site is pro heterosexual not anti homosexual I retort. Can't you tell that from the name? Heterosexuals.com! The complaint is not against heterosexuals.com as a matter of fact we are not even aware at this time of such a site. I have no idea what to say. So I say nothing. Miss Chase goes on to explain that, the complaint is about the Citizen's Research Instrument site I really don't know what to say. What can I say? The Citizen's Research site is an anti homosexual pedophile site I retort incredulously. Only a homosexual child molester can complain about that! There is an investigation process she begins to explain. I cut her short. Is the complainant Svend Robinson? No, he is not. Is the complainant Svend's young boyfriend? No. Has the complainant identified himself to you? Yes. Will he enjoy the luxury of anonymity, just like snitches? Yes. Are you going to reveal the complainant's identity? You've already read the last 3 answers, the last 2 questions and the final statement some 8 paragraphs before the first complaint form. Fear of the unknown Who to call first? I have her direct work number in the car. Hi Connie, must be quiet around the house without Mountainman. Are you expecting to hear from him before the weekend? Be surprised if I don't. Great, on the weekend, at his convenience, please have him give me a call. Is it urgent? No, I wouldn't call it urgent, life altering perhaps. In a nutshell Connie – I just hung up on some investigator from the Canadian Human Rights Commission who actually called to speak to Ken. Is it about his heterosexuals site? No, I thought so too when she first asked for him. I guess they got his name from Uniserve where he's listed as the contact person. It's about the Citizens site. Can you believe your ass? Apparently the complaint is against Machiavelli because of the Citizen's Research Instrument, not Ken. Actually Connie, the phone call rather shook me and my mind was racing when I should have been listening. I think I told her to fax me something. Anyway, I'm the guy who made and owns the Citizens site. Machiavelli is simply an Internet service supplier and re-seller just like Uniserve, only smaller. I don't think there is a problem for your man other than it's his fault and I blame him. I'm on my way to Stefanos to meet the guys. They won't believe it. Bye for now Connie. Say hi to Ken and tell him I feel his cloud moving over me. Who to call next, shit I'm already at Stefanos. I must be shook. I've driven here unconsciously. I don't remember the route I drove. As I round the corner I see Denis has attracted three ladies to join the table and I hear him ask if they are looking for Mr. Right or Mr. Right-now? Denis is on a roll. He's charmed them into an unexpected extended lunch. No one is interested in hearing about my phone call from the Canadian Human Rights Commission. A few libations and another 15 minutes of Denis's act – and I am momentarily able to forget about the call. It's not true. No matter how hard I try I cannot forget the phone call, proving once again that fear of the unknown is the greatest fear of all.
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