“I am a Canadian, free to speak without fear, free to worship in my own way, free to stand for what I think right, free to oppose what I believe wrong, or free to choose those who shall govern my country. This heritage of freedom I pledge to uphold for myself and all mankind.”
Firstly Guilbeault I require no license from anyone to speak the truth as I see it in this country. That License was bought for me by my ancestors who stormed Vimy ridge. It was paid again by my uncle William Ray, who’s name I bear, as he fought valiantly during the battle of Britain. It was paid for by my Father Lawrence Ray floating in his landing craft off the coast of France while his big brother provided air support. Together they stormed Europe and slaughtered your Fascist philosophical forefathers Guilbeault. I have paid the license fee as well in the blood soaked Balkan civil wars. Now you and your Junta are attempting to Balkanize my country and you want to silence me while you do it. You will fail you worthless Fascist traître.
You see Stevie I already know who you are, and who you serve. While I was fighting for my life in 1993 as a UN Peacekeeper you were enjoying the canapes at the UN Rio summit. You have been funded, and made out very well, by the likes of the Pew Charitable Trust, The Ford, and Rockefeller Foundations. All of these Foundations were set up with massive OIL MONEY. And all three of the families that run them supported the rise of the NAZI party in Germany.
You have helped insure Quebec’s continued support for the brutal Saudi regime and land-lock Canadian Oil for your Oligarchical masters. For all your lauded background in human rights you seem unconcerned with the deadly armored vehicles shipping through the port of Montréal to your Saudi benefactors. The Suadis so closely tied to your parties SNC Lavalin patrons. Those world renowned suppliers of yachts and luxury Montréal prostitutes. And you have become a very rich man. Is the money a good replacement for a soul Stevie?
I know all about the Québecois love of civic freedoms in the 4 years I met your police on the streets of Montréal as they beat and Kettled your own citizens for mass arrest. I watched your controlled Quebec media Lie Lie and Lie some more at the behest of political power.
I will never be silenced by you or any other worthless lackey of the powerful. I have stood all my life for the rights of others. At 25 years old I put my young life on the line to halt ethnic cleansing in Croatia by the Fascist . And as mentioned I stood toe to toe with your Police Politique for 4 years until I finally forced them to the table.
I look forward to the prosecutions of you, and your whole filthy Soros backed Liberal Junta. It is high time I think that Canada brought back the death penalty for certain offenses in this country, under the Sedition Act and the Anti Terrorism act for instance.
Remember Steven that just as you have changed fundamental legislation to destroy the country when you are out of power we can take whatever action is necessary to heal it. You should fully expect that every email, phone call and any other communication between you and your filthy masters will eventually be read in court at your trial.
Your plan is failing and your backers are panicking. America is lost to you and now so is Britain. Both have begun investigations into your actual backers. We will unmask you there is nothing you can do to stop us. My son will grow up a free man and there is no liability I will not acceptance to ensure that. I will pay his license with my life, gladly. Prepare yourself Stevie for your time grows short, and the fate of all tyrants awaits you.
To my fellow Canadian Journalists. As the dark shadows of Fascism fall across our nation let us meet it like our storied fore-bearers.
On our feet and screaming our unshakable defiance.
“In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call’d fathers did beget you.
“For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit,”……
William Shakespeare, Henry V.