Adolf Hitler, Mein Kampf, Chapter XII, The First Period Of Development... p. 332 (Manheim Translation)
Up in the Great White North we have certain social traditions. One of them is the coffee circle at Tim Horton's. If your retired or just never going to work again you fall in every morning to your circle. Of course for the Oracle of Ottawa this is no exception. Also it is a great way to piece out that middle of the night blog posting.. You can hear a lot of stuff in a Horton's on any given day... The Oracle feels compelled to share a wild story, of a former City of Ottawa employee, who, due to a pending labour grievance, and other pending civil litigation, will have to be referred to as Mr. S.
It was back in the fall of 2008. Just before the federal election. Mr. S. a water meter reader for the City had copped a route out on Eagleson Road in Kanata. At that rather large and drab development directly across from the Horton's. At 9:30 am Mr. S had his usual medium double-double and a cinnamon roll (frosted) and proceeded to make himself comfortable. He then starts hearing the proceedings of a rather bizarre stream of what sounded to be a meeting of the most right-wing wack-ball shit he only ever heard about on You-Tube! After nearly choking to death on his coffee he decided to "risk one eye" and turn around and check-it-out. At the table directly at his back were two or three wack-ball evangelicals up from the States. Complete with the "you-all" and the giveaway fake patent leather rubber soled shoes that are standard issue in the United States Navy. I am sure you remember that this came up...there were several hundred "little helpers" from various right wing wack ball orgs in the States that were granted visa's to help the Tories in their hour of need.... Well folks those stories were true.
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Mr. S. also related to the Oracle that the wives of the said motley crew were seated separately at a far off table. They were very hardened, ugly, Filipino looking types that looked like they were acquired at some human slavers end of run sale! The only thing missing was the burkas! The "advisors" carried on without missing a beat... It all would have ended uneventful save for the next line of advice that the group was directing to a little wizzened old white guy... "Look, you will never be a super-power until you can get the Canadian people to stop being excited about their kids coming back to Canada in boxes..." Mr. S. is himself a veteran. "Something just snapped inside" he related to the Oracle... "I climbed up one side and down the other of each one of those animals...."
The little old grey haired guy turned out to be one Gordon O'Connor! At that time, Canada's Minister of National Revenue! And before that Minister of National Defense. For crying out loud! What was one of the highest ministers of the Canadian State doing holding a Campaign Organization Meeting in a freaking Tim Horton's? Mr. S. had no idea at the time how this one stupid encounter would affect his whole life. The Tory Stasi swung into gear and full-metal motion...Fellow travelers were employed from the heart of the Nepean stronghold of you know who... Several weeks later the destruction of Mr. S. was commenced... Complete with Mission Impossible set-ups, manipulated psychiatric profiles, completed by one Ron S... The Tory Stasi runs deep in Ottawa. They can destroy anyone they choose. Just like an American spy thriller, except it goes on for months, The person is dismissed from their jobs with a an attached No Trespass Order. So that you can not even get your "out services". Then the coup de gra; after six to eight months send you a bill for $48,000.00 claiming salary overpayment....
Is this story to wild to be true? Well I'll tell you what. Next time you go to Centrepointe to pay your Taxes ask about that water meter reader. Ya the one with twenty three years of faultless service. Painted out to his peers to be mentally-ill but with nothing in writing...Reputation and career destroyed...Left at the side of the road like a bag of steaming hot excrement. Tory style....(Documents to follow?)
Election time in Ottawa, be very careful where you sit....
"Whole bottle of...." See earlier posting... I am not the only one after-all!
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