Date: Sun, 5 Jan 2014 11:32:05 -0400
Subject: At least Chief Rod Knecht and his butt buddy Mr Baconfat can
never say that I did not register my complaints with the Human Rights
Commissions and the cops many times EH Mayor Iveson and Ezzy baby
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Date: Sun, 5 Jan 2014 08:16:52 -0700 (MST)
Subject: Auto Response RE: "I do declare that Landslide Annie's and
Chief Rod Knecht's butt buddy Mr Baconfat makes me feel honoured that
he hates me on a daily basis"
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Monday, October 28, 2013
Little Davey Amos is "outraged"
Little Davey Amos is once again outraged with who he calls "doughnut munchers."
Sunday, 27 October 2013
Yo Rod Knecht Perhaps somebody should call 911 in Edmonton Alberta
because your corrupt cops won't believe me
That's because you have a well documented history of harassment and
prevarication! No one ever has believed you Amos!
Posted by Seren at 4:25 AM
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Dead Injin in the Dumpster?
This evening Lori sent me to take the garbage out. In the alley is a
dumpster for garbage and one for recyclables. In the dumpster for
paper, cardboard, glass etc, was a passed out hopefully dead "proud
native." He was covered with urine and excreta, and was absolutely
still. I did not give a shit if he were breathing or not. So instead
of throwing my garbage in the other dumpster, I threw it on him, and
there was nary a sound or movement.
I told Lori of my discovery and she suggested we call 911. Why bother?
I answered. It would be far better for everyone, including our "proud
native" if he were deceased. His death some small relief on the burden
of real Canadian taxpayers.
Some thirty minutes later I looked, and our "noble aboriginal" was
still there, still in the same position.
In the last several years over half of the injins of Canada's 633
"first nation's" reserves have joined the diaspora and left
"traditional native territory" to join mainstream Canadian society, or
perhaps more accurately leech off it. None of these "people" are
educated, or equipped for life in mainstream Canada. They have no
marketable skills Less than forty percent of "natives" betwixt ages of
18 and 26 have graduated from High School. These "people" are destined
to failure, drug addiction, alcohol abuse, and crime form the get go.
It seems that the Assembly of First Nations and the rest of the "big
chiefs" are more concerned with the propagation of their culture in
schools, than the education, and preparation of the younger generation
These uneducated, criminals and addicts are fast leaving reserves in
Canada and coming to a urban centre near you.
That brings us back to the alley here in Oliver community in Edmonton.
It is getting colder now, and it appears the numbers of injin homeless
with their shopping carts has decreased in recent weeks. The residents
of Oliver still "feed the animals" by putting out their bottles and
cans, but alas the Autumn migration of injins to the shelters has
It appears our "aboriginal Canadian" is still in the garbage. No one
in this block in Oliver has yet called the emergency services.
That speaks volumes! Here's hoping our injin "friend" is still there
come morning, dead as a mackerel.
Posted by Seren at 10:20 PM