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Sunday, September 14, 2025

Skipping This Week...

I'll be skipping publishing anything new this week, as I ended up harassed and attacked pretty significantly this weekend. I'd rather just hold off of releasing anything new for a bit. Its not like I'm a member of any blood centric cult or anything like that, or even on the blue or brown team at all.


Nor am I a guitar player, or transgender though I do support LGBTQ2 rights, but apparently nobody supports mine. As I stated before, I am not Irish with all due respect, nor am I a Gnostic (especially one  with greasy hair that lived around here who allegedly had hepatitis and a fetish for Jamaican women). 


Though I'd never harass someone over their health issues, I believe that the local predatorial cult tried to switch my identity with such a person and I'm guessing that I caught it and exposed it just in time.


I'm not a roofer and have never worked as a roofer, but I seem to recall a short Irish fellow who used to play darts in an Ontario Legion dart league, who was on probation for assault, and who at one such legion referred to my girlfriend (Jennifer, a Scottish girl and a Police officer's daughter) with a few expletives, after which I asked him to apologize to her, to which he responded by knocking my glasses off and then dancing around like a (drunken) boxer. I was studying Goju-Jujitsu Ryu at the time and blocked everything he threw at me, and let him tire himself out rather than attack him.


He did eventually fall to the floor after trying to hit me several times (and having them blocked or missing entirely), after which he began to cry, seeing as he'd just broken the terms of his probation as he was already on the line for an assault charge. Seeing as he didn't hurt me, and he did apologize to my girlfriend, I didn't have him charged, which probably saved him nine months in jail.


What he didn't know was that at that same legion, I had a friend (a retired RCMP officer) who'd been watching my back in that situation, and that several times beyond that situation, that several people involved tried to rememeber it the opposite of how it actually occurred (with me being the assailant who was on probation for assault and the other fellow being the defender of Jennifer). Of course, my RCMP friend rectified the clarity of those situations, as apparently there are groups that create setups of that nature, where a situation might be remembered one way or the other, depending upon who they're attempting to favour out of a daily social competition, which would result in my ending up with weight or association that isn't part of my life, not to mention dishonouring the fact that I gave that person a chance for reprieve by not charging him. Insofar as the Japanese would be concerned, that would be considered very dishonourable on the part of these people conducting themselves in this manner of remembering things the opposite of the way they truly occurred. Twice my retired friend corrected the situation from being remembered falsely from how it had actually occurred, but unfortunately some things just don't go away that easily, and I even until this day get regularly tweaked about it. That fellow's name by the way was Chuck.


Several years later, outside of a building on Cowan Avenue in Toronto (note the street name), I was speaking with a friend of mine (a friend and not a romantic partner by the way), a Romanian woman who lived in the building who was in the middle of settling a divorce case, where she was seeking custody of her daughter and attempting to rebuild her life. Abuse (allegedly) was also involved in the case as well, and the woman had been for a year, forced to live in a homeless shelter before being fortunate enough to receive housing at this apartment on Cowan Avenue.


Apparently, a Jamaican fellow named Chuck, had been stalking her in the building, and from her description, had been treating her as if she were a prostitute, in order to make it appear to other residents in the same building, that she had fallen low since her divorce, and had been selling herself to make ends meet. Of course, such a rumour would have severely harmed her court case, if not her reputation, and from my experience and observations, I've noticed that many people who fall into similar situations are often confronted by predatory groups in shelters that attempt to traffick them into the arms of one of their group members, playing these new arrivals on their naivety, stripping their camouflage away, and essentially using them as a means of amusement and reward for loyalty to these predatory groups. Yes, sometimes they offer themselves out as thugs for hire in similar court cases, where they damage the plaintiff or defendent's reputation in order to benefit one of the other. The rewards for doing so are usually paid in a barter system which is difficult to track and audit. Her case might have been the target of just such an attempt by this fellow stalking her. She had another friend (a large rotund fellow who was allegedly an ex-MMA fighter named Donald), though any time there was trouble, he never seemed to be around and often showed up shortly thereafter, as if opportune.


On that particular night, she was explaining about this situation to me, when the stalker fellow in question came out of the building and confronted her right in front of me. Much like the previous Chuck (the Irish fellow), he'd used similar expletives directed at my Romanian friend, to which I responded by telling him to apologize to her and that she was an abuse victim involved in a court case. He immediately assaulted me, rather than knocking my glasses off, he went right for a punch in the forehead. He then backed off, danced around like a boxer and then ran for the door of the building, running into his apartment and locking the door. Five seconds later (no kidding), the ex-MMA fighter fellow (Donald) came running out of the building, once again, all protectively and as if well timed. To me, it seemed that the who situation was being used to discredit her, make her seem to other residents as if she were trouble, or flighty amongst men, or even a prostitute working for this other Chuck fellow, but it also seemed that they might have been attempting to traffick her manipulatively into this Donald fellow's arms, while trying to derail her court case. It seemed very circumspect in that way, not to mention given the coincidence of names and situation involving a fellow named Chuck, who then proceeded to mouth off to a woman, after which assaulting me for standing up for her.


The situation in the years that followed, became intertwined and confused with the first situation, so that it became unclear to others who was who. Even with the backing of the retired RCMP officer, the situation seemed to be purposefully obfuscated and confused, likely the predatory group involved just trying to hide their tracks. I told some people at that time my theory about the group possibly trying to traffick her. Also, I'd found out that these same predatory groups are like barnacles on a boat. When someone like myself sticks up for the woman, they switch the situation and the people involved, because they people are basically wearing it to improve their reputation, using someone else's effort and repute to do so. So the person who did the right thing, is remembered as having done the wrong thing, and vice versa, while also swapping the criminal history and reputation of the two. The second situation was likely created to assist in breaking down the woman's court case, and to traffick her into the arms of the (alleged) ex-MMA fighter, with the other Chuck helping this process while being remembered as me, and me being remembered as him. This would also confused the previous situation so that even with the assistance of the retired RCMP officer, it would never be clear who was who.


Believe it or not, a third situation occurred, involving similar circumstances, this time however, not even involving me. The situation was virtually identical however, but this time it involved an interaction between a man who owed an (alleged) sex trafficker (a pimp) money for previous services he'd been rendered. This same situation also involved an assault by the pimp against the other man, when he'd spoken out against owing such money. The pimp's name was also Chuck.


Ironically, this third situation occurred right around the time that I myself was experiencing a lot of harassment and stalking in the community, and given the nature of some of it, was seeking a quick means to relocate myself to another residence and had actually sought assistance in filing for such relocation. On the same day that I'd attempted to file the paperwork (which was rejected when security claimed that I needed a second witness for these situations in order for my request to be considered valid). So in other words, my request was immediately rejected, while the implication was clear that they were treating me as if I was a Jehovah's Witness, and then forcing me to live according to their second witness rule in order to be considered valid for relocation. I'm not a Jehovah's Witness by the way and never have been. Labeling a person as a JW is a common tactic in communities run by predatory groups who are seeking to take away the power of a victim's testimony, as most such persons labeled that way are then avoided by Police and security, and even labeled as being liars or mentally ill when illiciting that such requests are being ignored. A means by which corruption hides criminal negligence on the part of those entrusted to protect a community.


This other person who ended up assaulted by the alleged pimp, was immediately relocated the same night as the assault against him occurred, and without a second witness, while my request was immediately swept under the proverbial carpet. I have no involvement with traffickers  or the community in general other than promoting some of the local restaurants and businesses in the community on my Shhhh! Digital Media website.


These three situations, were then used to further confuse and confound any attempts to recollect them and their accompanying circumstances, rather methodically I might add.


They were later used, as if somehow connected to the remake of the movie Roadhouse, to portray me as an outlaw motorcycle gang member by those who once again used those three situations to jumble the truth, as if that movie was a metaphor or secret retelling of those situations, which I've never seen it, but it does seem to be an obsession by others in that regard. I'm not really a violent person at all, and I don't seek out situations of that nature, but as I stated, there are predatory groups who do target certain people and attempt to take the best parts of them, and leave their worst parts in place of what they take. Similarly, these predatory groups are often identity thieves and identity swappers, who play musical chairs with people's identity regularly as a means to mix up and confound the truth.


Even my account here of these three situations might be taken by similar groups and attributed to other people, when my motive for revealing and even talking about this is all about exposing it and the methods used by such groups to hide information and to discredit people who oppose such groups.


The weekend began with me minding my own business, and my neighbours instigating conflict and harassing me quite often, to me speaking out against this activity and making me seem as if I'm intolerant which I'm not. I just don't accept being abused or harassed or played by a cult that is often attempting to harvest from people their best, while dumping the worst back onto them. Revealing some aspects of these methods, and not to mention, the truth of these situations is one way to help, especially considering that in two of the three situations, that women could have potentially been harmed. 


But remember, predatory groups are groups of people who attempt to build a person's sparkling reputation by taking the bricks from one person's life, and affixing them to another person's life, in the process making it appear that the first person contradicts the nature of those bricks when compared to the life and conduct of the second person. In most cases I've found, the second person is usually, but not always, bullcaca. The predatory group sees an opportunity that exploits something about the first person that seemingly contradicts the nature of the brick, but in fact doesn't, the predatory group just using mud flinging to dirty the first person so that they can make the second person seem sparkling and then use bits and pieces of the first person's life to augment the reputation of the second. Kind of like cannabilizing one house to build another. This seems to be the method of conduct of such predatory groups now adays, and I never keep secrets for such people no matter who they are.


So, today, they attempt to provoke a reaction from me in order to take a brick or two from my life, to prop up someone else's. A common tactic by these modern predatory groups, and the reaction is almost always used in some way to reinforce the impression of a narcissistic attitude, when in fact the predatory groups that provoke such reactions are almost a group behaving with the psychosis of a narcissist, attempting to provoke similar behaviour from their targets. This seems to be the new blue on the four corner theme of southeast yellow, northeast green, north west red and southwest blue.


Its often used by groups who want to polarity reverse truth, and expression to mean its polar opposite. If I express the fact that my love interest is Southeast Asian, then such predatory groups (most of whom are blood centric racists) will most certainly attempt to redefine the colour blue to mean exactly what I just described. A person's expression meaning the polar opposite of what they express. Then such groups attempt to provoke a hateful reaction from their target, which of course would be interpreted as love for the person or people that its directed towards. Baiting. 


The idea being that if you hate someone more than you love someone else you profess to love, that your bias is in their favour of the one for whom your feelings are more extreme, meaning that one is the one who will be the subject of your emotions and desires, good and bad, and there are predatory groups who ensure that this is the case by purposefully making that weight heavy for the person in question when it is the person that you love, while giving the best of you to that person towards which you expressed hate in reaction to their abuse and harassment of you.


So, apparently by revealing this fact, you can break it, which I just did, and therefore its broken. I have no respect for any group who would attempt such things as I've explained above, no matter who they are or their position in society. Big or small. Short or tall. Rich or poor. I'm Canadian after all and live in Canada as I have for my entire life.


Lastly, my own love interest is Southeast Asian, and much of this harassment is extended to me likely over this fact, as predatory groups oppose such an idea for certain European Canadians like myself, or possibly they oppose it simply because its me, and for me alone. I don't live by their rules or their rule, so no matter to me. I'm single, and thats definitely not an application or advertising at all by the way, and I pursue that aspect of my life discretely and respectively of members of the opposite sex. I've never slept around or cheated in a relationship and when in a relationship, I've rarely had eyes for other women. When you're single, you can admire a garden's worth of flowers without ever picking one from the ground. In this way, there is no single flower that will be crushed by the predatory groups that believe that to be the one of my solitary admiration, and yes, that is a threat because these predatory groups will make the life of any woman towards whom I seemingly pay loving attention a living hell. 


They're abusive stalkers, and they've caused grief to a few women I've known, simply for being caught holding hands for instance, let alone that some predatory groups practice using their victim's eyeballs as windows. A form of shoulder surfing one's life. How could a person fallen victim to such abusive cults be certain that when they're with a woman intimately, that they aren't in fact a window for an army of abusive stalkers who are hidden and slobering over that same women, looking to her through their victim's eyes as if they were in the same room with her, and privy to her secrets as much so as the one she chose to share her intimacy with?


Such stalkers then would reveal those secrets, and she'd immediately believe that I uttered them to someone else, as a form of kissing and telling, when in fact I'd never do such a thing. I think we live in the day and age when many people have learned how to make themselves the passengers of another person's body, with access to their senses. 


That makes discretionary intimacy one of the most valuable commodities of expression. However, if you show any one bias, you stand the risk of causing them a mountain's worth of harm. This is what such cults and predatory groups have yielded of society, and yet it is completely natural that when you feel attracted to a woman, that your first feelings are that you want to announce it to the world. We're not living in that society any more. We're living in the society where droves of social parasites occupy our senses, and upon the detection of bias, can then swarm the poor soul who receives our admiration.


Anyway, I've got to go. Perhaps I'll publish something by the end of the week. Perhaps not.


Thank you for reading my content regardless. I'm certain that something will be up soon.

I'm not Eugene Andre Francois. by the way. I don't play guitar.

I'm Brian Joseph Johns. I'm not a Jehovah's Witness or a member of Prince Hall.

This content is entirely produced in Toronto, Ontario, Canada at 200 Sherbourne Street Suite 701 under the Shhhh! Digital Media banner.


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