Landed Immigrant Landlord Calls 911 On Me And Gets Me Strapped To A Bed Again, So They Can Have Triplex To Themselves, Note, January 2008: I hear on the Radio I Am Being Sued Over Ths Posting, Yea Right, I'll Launch A Counter Law Suit For Psychological Torture And Abusing A Person With Schizophrenia Because They Had Power & Money Over Me, My Ex- girl Friend Got Her Notice To Move Out At The End Of Her Lease So Immigrants Can Have The Buillding For Their Family. My Ass Is Covered Because Who Ever Called 911 On Me Is Going To Lose Everything!!!!! At Least Now The Truth Is Coming Out On The Radio When No One Would Do Any Thing For When I Stood Up For The Canadian National Building Code!!!!!

Well, my once a year party, allowed by Canadian law was interrupted with a army of police officers coming after me. I was handcuffed and kept in the kitchen while the police did an investigation of my Office/Study/War Room, what I have gone through to have this apartment falling somewhere within standards of the Canadian National Building Code. I mean here I was having a beer and what not, singing and howling like a hound dog to crack my voice box again, so my recorder playing is trained and rebuilt with a controlled open throat to play my instrument better, now I am getting strapped to a bed in the hospital emergency over it . I had sent a letter to my Landlord registered mail to get much need repairs done in the apartment, which the dumb immigrant Landlord blatantly ignored. The head female building owner of the family investment, called me an animal on the phone after she found out from my roommate that I carry the diagnoses of schizophrenia. I stand corrected with my writings, she called me an animal when she would not let me get a word in when I was asking for minimal repairs on the phone and I got aggressively assertive trying to get my tenant rights across to her. It was always, "we are poor people" type of excuse. She totally walks all over me and says they do not have the money to fix the building, then why did they invest in a money pit of a building. They are so backward people they even started renovations without a permit, the neighbors had to stop them and call in the city inspectors. I was even here for the male Landlord of the family, to bring the building inspector through my my apartment. It was a carpenter on his payroll role or something, not a Building Inspector from the city, they outright lied to me, to bring one of their people through my apartment. When I wanted the front door lock fixed, as it was turning defective with age, the father and son team showed up to look at the problem. I started being walked over by them and I walked away to have my front door fixed by my female roommate and the repair team. It was never fixed and they ended up steeling my spare door lock from my company stock of parts. I was forced to fix the front door lock and have an unpaid invoice for my labours. When I sent the building owner a letter registered mail, I included in the letter that I wanted my company property back, they just ignore the legal documentation from one of the tenants in the building because I am a schizo, they are so ignorant to say they are scared of me due to my diagnoses. So they got me strapped to a bed and pumped full of antipsychotic drugs during the wee hours of Saturday past. Then on Sunday, I had a severe bout of Extra Pyramidal Side Effects and had to return to the hospital to get treatment for the onslaught of EPSE. I am still fighting off the EPSE on Monday morning as I am writing my blog. The whole ordeal was a joke, people have used 911 on me in the past to get me and my building technician skills out of the way. Well I am getting a Social Worker to show up in Court against the building owner, I made arrangements with my attending Psychiatrist's Clinic this morning,to get added fire power in the form of Medical Professionals with me in Court. We will see how it goes and I will keep you posted. It is funny how this Landlord stated to me that I do not pay enough rent to have repairs done, while they also told me they bought the building for themselves. One person has already been bought out of their home in the triplex and moved somewhere else, so the landed immigrants think they can force me out of my home too, thus making a vacant place for their own extended family as they proclaim they want and have previously discussed with me. The Landlord has not got a clue, you can not throw people out of there home to put in your own tenants, eg: own immigrant family members and make born Canadians homeless. By no means does this posting represent the majority of Canadian Landed Immigrants, my parents are Landed Immigrants, I have worked for honest righteous Landed Candian Immigrants in the past. As a matter of fact I got payed by one on completion of a days work recently around his building. Every aspect of life has its people, born Canadian or Landed Immigrant, that are rotten to the core. It is just, what do you do with them all, with what I know about the civilization around me, I could fill a lot of prison cells. Could you the reader?

Stigma Of Psychiatry Was Used Against Me While Standing Up For Canadian National Building Code

I have been relatively lucky with not encountering the stigma of psychiatry being used against me too many times in my life. The worst case of it I have come across, was when I was was standing up for my trade licenses and the Canadian National Building Code National, against an individual with a questionable background. I heard that he had spent time in prison from his own confession. The bullshit starts here, the person said he spent time in prison, due to being falsely accused and he took the rap for his business partner. Any body that knows anything about convicts or people that has sent time in prison, bloody well knows that that you do not serve time in prison for taking the rap for your business partner, his hands were dirty of something illegal and it was his way of side stepping the truth. Any way this is the type of character that I struggled against trying to get my girl friend's apartment to some sort of normal standard. At first, going back seven years, my then girl friend Caroline, was given the oppitunity to rent a new apartment close to the one that she was residing in. I went with her to visit the new apartment she had a chance to rent, it was on the third floor of a triplex in the neighborhood. I got to see the third floor apartment with Caroline on her visit, all the place needed was a bit of plaster repairs and a coat of paint. The place was in excellent shape for the age of the building, approxiately one hundred years old. A family occupied all three apartments of the triplex and they kept the building in excellent shape for its age. With family members moving on, two apartments became vacant. After viewing the top floor apartment, Caroline ended up signing a lease for the second floor apartment, to move in July 1st 1998. A couple took the apartment on the third floor, the idiot male common criminal decided he would fix up the apartment to his own standards, such as installing gyprock over the hundred year old plaster, he problably sold the old original molding to cover expenses. All modern cheap molding was installed in the finished apartment. When you do this type of thing, you will find that it is wrong to put gyprock over old plaster for the following reasons: First, why go to all the trouble and work, all you have to do is do the plaster repairs and paint. Instead the idiot "Caveman" ordered his gyprock and even had a lift truck put it up on the third floor balcony to make moving the material into the apartment easier. Fine, he has lots on money to sink into someone else's building, equally he has the time to do the labour. I never really knew what was going on with getting the apartment fixed up, I figured things out over time. Knowing the installed gyprock creates an environment where the original plaster has a hidden place to decompose and give off toxic gases, I would never do this type of instalation. When the average Caveman would find a new place to live from dis-repair and onslaught on toxic gases from rotting plaster, the idiot Caveman created his own toxic dump to live in. The second reason the responsible tradesperson does not put up a gyprock false wall, is that you have to move all the electrical boxes out a half inch to compensate for the installed false wall. So jointers/painters messed with the electrical boxes to make them flush with the new finish. This is probalbly why Caroline and I argued in the alley a bit, the idiot Caveman had the keys to Caroline's new apartment for some reason, before I got to see the second floor apartment. Things blew over and moving day came with Caroline moving into her new apartment, as was it for the third floor dwellers. At first you would think everything was fine in the second floor apartment, there was electricity and water and all, it was only when I was in the back wood shed where the main electrical box is, that you would know something was wrong. The main fucking breaker for Carolines electricity was off, so how did she have electricity other than having a driven electric meter, no wonder he needed keys to Carolines apartment, to hot wire the electrics due to them screwing up the building wiring when they moved the electrical boxes out from the wall a half inch. It was not until September that things started to go wrong, an electrical fire started in the bathroom's light switch electrical box. Fortunately I was in Carolines apartment at the time, hence isolating the power and bathroom electrics to investigate further. It could have ended up being a serious fire if not stopped right away, I replaced the light switch from one from my company stock, I showed the badly burn light switch to the building owner. After this event, the stigma of psychiatry came alive from the people that lived up stairs in the third floor apartment. They started being completely informed on schizophrenia, to use psychiatry against the person concerned, namely me. Everything was done to get Caroline and I to argue, I would be reported to Caroline for doing things that I was not doing. I was accused of being a known child porn dealer to what ever the common criminal could dream up to discredit me and make my girl friend and I argue. I guess the people up stairs hoped that Caroline and I would break up and I would not be trouble shooting the building anymore. With all the arguing that ensued, I ended up in hospital for a little bit, naturally the hospital treated me as dillusional and believed everyone but me, thus I was pumped full of drugs and the common criminal caveman and the building had there way for a bit while I restructured. Stand by for post on my restructuring and further trouble shooting of the building at a latter date.

Extra Pyramidal Side Effects Have Diminished To Practically None At All

Here I am making this posting and proud to say that I am not handicapped by Extra Pyramidal Side Effects (EPSE) any more. I am up early in the morning and I am more productive during the day while not fighting off EPSE in the morning. I just about, take my medication every night at the 2 mg level of Haloperidol. On the very scattered occasion, I will have a very small bout of EPSE, skipping the meds that night seem to elevate the modest discomfort when it occurs. Many aspects of my life have picked up in full steam like a lean mean fighting machine to succeed. My ex-spouse/roommate always liked controlling things, this character in her nature seemed to pick up more and more as those around her played the "schizophrenic card" instead of listening to the Engineering Technician that I am. Over a seven year period it was a constant battle getting Caroline to listen to my engineering and let me play with it to save money and build my company. Then again if I built my company and finances I would have made certain people close to her look like complete idiots. Now that they are out of the building I have got Caroline to listen to my engineering expertise, while making those that used my "schizophrenic issues" against me, look like idiots any way. Applying heat efficiency and thermodynamics around the home this second half of winter, I have kept the home comfortable around 20 degrees Celsius, 70 degrees Fahrenheit, while saving on Hydro electric consumption. I have being taking more interest at my building where I clean and do repairs for the building owner. Then again, when I am at work, I am not stricken with the EPSE any more. I am slowly getting the building fixed up with odd repairs thus making a little more extra money each month. My art has come a long way and my personal property is getting more and more organized to produce. I have my War Room as I call it or Study, which contains my company office with art supplies, computer and some tradesperson tools, along with my roll away bed and clothes. The back wood shed that my company got payed to winterize a couple of Landlords ago, holds the rest of my tools and wood stock etc. I have some basic furniture in our common area such as the kitchen and living room to make the apartment comfortable as I share the living space with my now roommate. During the evening after supper I am spending the time doing my art infront of the TV in the living room. At times I work on art for the Musee du Beaux Art du Montreal exhibition coming up this April of 2006. On other occasions I will do my own free style art to put up on my website for exchange either for money or service of some sort. The website keeps me occupied with planning and building it. My brother gave me his old digital camera at Christmas, so it will be easier to take pictures of my art and put them up on the Internet. I also have a 35mm camera that Dad gave me when he and Mom moved to the building they are in now. It took me a bit to figure out the operation of the camera to get good photographs. I play around with some photographs that I take, with my art, I would also like to get into taking some black and white photography to experiment. It feels good having all my creative toys and tools working effectively. This summer I will be working for the same gentleman that I was working for last year. I am really looking forward to the increase in work load this coming spring & summer. I have slowly reduced the the Extra Pyramidal Side Effects and increased the amount of my noticeable precision movement, while working with tools and paint brushes. It is hard to work without bumbling when on higher medication levels, the medication takes away motor movement with the onslaught of stiffness. I had developed a stiff hunch when I walked while on the Court Ordered injections at higher medication levels. Now I am walking tall and practice my precision movement type actions with body movement. I have fast reflexes, I have been known to be up a ladder and drop a srewdriver while working, with being able to re-act and catch it with one hand and carry on working. My ex-spouse/roommate Caroline used to love watching me working with my tools, when doing work around her apartment, it is just fortunate that I was here one time and stopped an electrical fire in a wall light switch box in the bathroom, while she was blow drying her hair. That started the battle royal to get me put in hospital all the time over seven years, now I am back to the capabilities I was at back when all the problems started , except the only idiots using my schizophrenia against me now is the owner of the building that we live in. This is no real problem to handle with a Judge at the Quebec Government's Rental Board, I fought for seven years to have this building comply to the Canadian National Building Code, now it is eventually going to get done with Caroline not trying to stop me from applying my engineering, to have a safe and healthy apartment as cost effective as possible. I will get to writing about the stupidity that went on surrounding this building and building practice by a unlicensed tradesman with a criminal record that manipulated people to destroy me through constantly making me look dillusional, through complete bullshit and lies to buy time to cover his crew's tracks. Until then good reading!!!