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Hello Charlie,

The dissatisfaction I have for not making an effort to publicize this sooner is unbearable now; but the absurdity in how I was attacked by Vancouverpolice makes me no less obliged to do so. My complacency is shameful to admit to you, but if you have advice that would help me incriminate the bastards most effectively, it would be greatly appreciated. Legal action is in process, but the incident happened on January 3rd, 2009.

The most notable bit of evidence I have been sitting on must be the two 15-second video clips I received of their assault, from a complete stranger’s cell phone! At the very least, I cannot wait any longer to publicize these in any way possible. You are free to intervene with this part, if you wish, and I will gladly send them to you.

Actually, the footage itself, and my actions that prompted this awesome stranger to film it, will show how strongly I feel about announcing when someone is doing wrong. That’s what makes this so regretful about waiting this long, and it is seriously wearing on my every day mood for not taking action.

That being said, let me tell where I am at so far, and please keep in mind I still have no idea how to handle this. After the shock wore off, with my huge black eyes, I called a few local newspapers and CBC about this. All of them were interested, mostly if I took legal action though. So, a friend that works for one of these newspapers put me in contact with a non-profit legal firm, called PivotLegal.com.

Legal Action:

I now have a case filed against the City of Vancouver through Pivot Legal, and after I presented them with the all evidence, they seem optimistic. I have reservations with any lawyer, but am somewhat content with them representing me on a contingency basis, mostly because the first two lawyers I contacted basically laughed me off. Still, my case has been passed through 3 lawyers now at Pivot, and they have been very evasive to me about my case.

The last development is we have received a Statement of Defense from the City, which is complete bullshit, and she was to ‘prepare a list of documents and moving forward.’ All three lawyers I met with mentioned this will probably be a Supreme Court case, and that we could also file a Civil Suit at a later date. I have also had nerve conduction tests done on my wrists periodically, from the handcuffs. Sound familiar? Otherwise, there are no other chronic injuries.

She is now waiting for me to sign the Contingency Form Agreement, which I am also reluctant about, but must act on this soon. The first line says ‘I authorize Pivot Legal to take any legal proceedings they consider appropriate to enforce my claim’. That makes my naïve mind wary, especially with them taking 30% of any amount recovered. This really is not about the money. Part of me would rather stuff it down their throats, actually. But, I do not want to be found in contempt of court over my lawyers actions either. Nor do I want to interfere with my objective for taking this legal action, to publicize this.

My intention is not to ask for legal advice here, but I thought this would be relevant.

Details of Incident

Most interesting is how this event even took place. It’s hard to be brief:
I flew into Vancouver that day, after spending Christmas with my family in Ontario. I met up with 5 others early that evening at a restaurant downtown. After maybe 3 drinks, we left to go elsewhere. We playfully were tossing snowballs at each other along the way; but when the downtown bar crowd got denser, the snowballs ended.
I never go to bars in this area, so I had no clue where we were going. The snowballs are not relevant other than it explaining why I was across the street from the others.
I crossed the street to meet my friends in line when I saw them stop. It was 11:30pm, and the street was jammed with people, like any usual Saturday night. Everybody J-walks on this street too, especially on this night, so I thought nothing of it, until I saw three cops approaching me immediately.
I thought it was strange how determined they looked, and I have many close acquaintances who are cops, so I thought I would diffuse the situation by being friendly ‘Hey guys, not sure if you saw us tossing snowballs back there (even though they didn’t), but I assure you we’re just getting in line here. There were groups of people on both sides of the street at this point.
The cops surrounded me and drilled me with questions, and asked for my ID. They learned I was new to the Province. I obliged and even joked ‘all right, but all I have with me is my Ontario license, hope that’ll do.’ The cop in charge quickly grabs it from my hands and hands the card behind him, with a big grin on his face too.
The junior cop comes rushing back and announces to the public ‘I see you are still on a conditional sentence order for assault causing bodily harm’. I said ‘That is bullshit, and you know it, that was over years ago.’ He smiles and immediately hands me back my license.

[Sidenote: In 2000, I made an extremely uncharacteristic decision. After an emotional conversation with an acquaintance about his niece being molested by his sister’s ex-boyfriend, and after many drinks, my best friend and I foolishly took a detour in walking home to visit the house where he knew this man was living. It was hardly a premeditated, but when he approached the door, we both rushed in and beat him up with our fists. The cops showed up in record time, and we were arrested and charged with Home Invasion. I had never been arrested prior to this.
The news was devastating to my family. My name and address were on the front page of our local newspaper that Monday morning when I was released, under the heading ‘Home Invasion’. For three years they kept me on strict conditions before it finally made it to court. It was a big struggle not to tell everyone around me the truth about what took place, but I was also trying to get off on a delay argument. Being a child molester does not justify my actions, but it seems to gain more sympathy than what people read in the paper.
The detectives had put the reason together by the next morning, in the interrogation, and knew it was an isolated incident. In fact, three years later, after I expressed in court how wrong it was to the man I did this to, they expressed their respect and support of me. Plus, I come from a small city, where everyone knows my family and I are good people. Case in point, my arresting officer I’ve known for years and was dating, and now married to, my ex-girlfriend. She’s crazy though, so not to worry. I got the minimum sentence, 15 months house arrest. I was 25.
After I was charged 3 years earlier, I went back to school to get my degree. So, I was on strict conditions and then house arrest for my entire 4 years at University. I think I paid my dues and I would never do something like that again.]

Back to this police assault- after the cop came back with my ID and broadcasted this former charge, the cop in charge asked me to leave the scene. I opposed his decision but the most I said was ‘this is bullshit, but fine I’m leaving.’
This is when things moved quickly. My friends approached me after I walked maybe ten feet from the scene, and decided they would also leave with me. At that moment, we decided to head in the other direction. Immediately, the cop in charge, again with a big grin, runs over and viciously places the cuffs on my wrists. I did not resist one bit, and the only words I kept repeating at this point were ‘why are you arresting me’ and ‘what is your badge number’.
Every cop had their badges covered with florescent road vests. There was no response, and this is when I got scared. I yelled out to the crowd ‘I’m being arrested for nothing’. At this point, the stranger began filming across the street, but not before my cuffed arms were held behind my back while 2-3 other cops ran over and repeatedly pounded on my face. Unfortunately, the video only captures the beat-down that followed. In the video, I’m still yelling ‘No reason! No reason!’ while I was face down in the snow, with 3 of them on top of me.
The second 15-second clip is shot from the same side of the street. You can see how far I was dragged around between. You see them pick me up and slam my motionless body on my stomach. You see one of the 3 cops stab at me repeatedly with something he seemed to put in his back pocket as he quickly retreats. You here the stranger filming narrating ‘Hey, that’s not fair, all you guys were punching him in the face while he was already in handcuffs!’ His girlfriend too you can hear, and even she got a punch to the face afterwards, when the cop missed my friend for defending me. He unbelievably just laughed it off.
I was really scared down there, and seriously felt tortured. They were punching me, stepping on my ankles, and the one hero cop was relentlessly forcing my arm into a pretzel hold. At that point, I was very winded, but begging for them to stop. ‘You’ve had enough Todd?’ I recall. I could barely stand. Again, I asked for badge numbers over and over, to no avail.
They stuffed me in the paddy wagon and joy ridded for about 20 minutes before taking me to what I thought was jail. Nope, they parked the van and left me for another 20. They took me out when they came back, only for me to realize I was not at jail, I was in some underground parking lot. My wrists were killing me at this point, but all they wanted to do is threaten me.
Finally, they take me to jail. I was at least another 2 hours with the cuffs on, standing in a really small room. Three others were dropped off and all were processed before me. All of them were starting trouble with me too, but I stayed quiet. The last one went from tough guy to weeping like a little boy, seconds after they pulled him in the next room. That was fucking scary.
Finally, I could not take the pain so I knocked on the door with my foot. The cop comes to the window ‘oh, I see your last name is French, so I guess you’ll have to wait a little longer.’ He slammed the window latch and came back 20 minutes later. He was very scary, and I knew he just did something really bad to the last guy, so I kept quiet.
The jail conditions were terrible. About 8 of us were in one small room, all trying to claim a spot to sleep. One guy puked, so they brought us to another room. We were back in the same room soon after, only to have the floor we were sleeping on soaking wet. I begged to use the washroom, but no response. I was mad, so I pissed in the one floor drain, almost over someone’s head.
A couple hours later, guys started talking and asking why my eyes were bulging so much.
I was convinced it was from the pavement or ice during the ground beating. That’s how traumatic there punches were to me. It took a friend days later to remind me what really happened.
At 5am I was released, in the worst part of Vancouver, with 2 black eyes and freezing cold in my wet clothes. Mixed in the bag with my stuff was a ticket for J-Walking and Intoxicated in Public. Unbelievable.

A week later, I returned to the same scene at the same time, looking for any of the officers while it was still fresh in my mind. Luckily, the only one I saw was the cop in charge, the one that held my arms behind my back for the others to hit me. While he was talking to 2 other cops, I approached him very closely, so he could get a good look at my black eyes. I had my cell phone camera in one hand and a black marker in the other. He was obviously surprised. I politely asked again for his badge number and name. He finally, but reluctantly gave them to me. I had to call the station to find out his first name.

The video clips I have are fairly low quality, but still revealing. I also have 5-7 witnesses, pictures of my black eyes afterwards, and the stranger also took pictures of the license plates of the cop cars at the scene.

I am anxious to publicize this in any way I can, and certainly plan to contact other media sources. Nonetheless, I know you are far from Canada, but your opinion is very valuable to me, and would love to hear from you if you have feedback about taking this further most effectively. Let me know if you wish to see the footage and/or the pictures.

You have been a great influence to me, and I am sorry for taking this long to take action. I think it was Martin Luther King Jr. who said “a time comes when silence is betrayal.’ That sounds about right.

Sincerely,
Todd J

Tomorrow morning (Wednesday 9th June at 8am) the Love Police will be out on the  north side of London Bridge entertaining the drones as they go to work in the City financial district. Want to get involved and come along? Wear a suit, we are undercover after all…..

Since I was a little boy, I was interested in nature. But not in any academic sense; I purely enjoyed running around the great outdoors, through the bush, into the jungle, and onto the beach. Having grown up in Brazil, the middle-east, Africa, and of course Great Britain, I saw my fair share of warm and cold blooded animals.

What always fascinated me the most, though, were the reptiles. And my God, did we have some great big lizards and iguanas at the bottom of the garden in Rio. I developed a predator’s ability to catch these things, and learnt by experience that their bites were not that bad, for the medium sized iguanas have small and sandpaper like teeth, rather than fangs. I also learnt that you could creep up on these cold-blooded beauties and out-wit them. They’d eventually find a hole that wasn’t quite big enough to fit them, and my small hands would grab them behind the head. I’d run to my parents, terrifying my poor mother as I walked into the house with what might as well have been a young velociraptor writhing in my hands. I moved onto catching snakes. It is important to know your pit-viper from your grass-snake, and I remember receiving a bollocking for catching a poisonous snake whilst aged 10 on a dirt runway at some jungle airport in Guinea, west Africa. There was something about these cold-blooded creatures that really had me enthralled. Their alien beauty, their machine like thinking….

I think you can see where I am going with this. The boy maketh the man, and now I wish to hunt down the cold-blooded scum that are stamping humanity in the face with a big boot. Though it is currently impossible for us to stick a camera in David Rockefeller’s face, we can stick it where his ignoble influence happens to manifest, such as in the streets with Police censoring, or attempting to censor our actions. Not that we think that filming the absurd we live in will actually change things immediately, but when enough people are aware of the machine, then they can start to do something about it. Filming is only a tiny part of it.

This essay is entitled “Cutting the Head Off the Snake” because, as someone commented on one of my films recently, a fascist government is most easily dealt with when it is rising up, not once it is in full Nazi flow. I believe we are still in the stages where this machine-snake is still coiling up, getting itself ready to strike. We do not have massive round-ups, we do not have people being marched at gun-point into internment camps. All it takes, though, is one massive false-flag terror attack blamed on “domestic extremists” for the chaos to drive the public into a self-destructive frenzy of paranoia and bigoted retribution. It has happened before in history. The machine-men know how to do this. They seem to want to do this. In their mistaken role as the arbiters of how civilization will continue forth into the “new age”, they truly believe they are doing us all, and nature, a favour by declaring the enemy of man as man himself (See environmentalism, optimum population propaganda, the Georgia guidestones, UN Agenda 21 and many others).

Not on my watch, and not on yours, I hope. I received yet another email from a soldier serving in Afghanistan for the US Military stating how ashamed he is of killing civilians “by accident” fighting the Taliban. Why does he not quit? Surely the imprisonment following a court-martial is vastly preferable than taking part in colonial death-cults? He does not quit because he does not at this moment see a viable alternative.

As a close friend of mine states, we need to fight the death-cults by inverting and reversing their established order. They want order out of chaos; we must bring about chaos from their manufactured slave-order. They want to see human beings reduced to sex-obsessed and shallow scum; we will raise our fists in unison and present the resistance as an intellectually driven force with “normal people” at the helm. Just the other day, I interviewed a corporate lawyer lady who is now part of the fight-back. With the media portraying us as lazy, unemployed, and unhinged, we will show our true face. We are everywhere. We are millions worldwide. We permeate government, the military, the corporate financial world, all awaiting the right moment to truly come together. What currently prevents us coming together is a fear that perhaps we are wrong, that we may not win.

I assure you, as soon as you have woken up politically and philosophically, you are on the path to victory; you then simply, if you wish, have to bring your mind liberation into the mainfest physical world. It is not enough, in my belief, to enjoy the warm glow of “knowing” what is happening. It is not enough to be enlightened and then to move to Tibet to meditate with some monks. I feel, and this is my personal belief, that our duty as sentient beings is to reduce harm, and raise the good amongst our fellow men and creatures on this beautiful world.

Those brave men and women in WW2 France who chose not to collaborate with the Nazis, but instead chose to join “la resistance” and to mount a fight back….they did it because they knew it to be right. Not because it was fun (for all we know doing what is right is inherently “fun”). They did it out of a sense of sacred honour, and of duty to their fellow conscious beings. There is something intrinsically wrong with fascist brutality, and no amount of love and light films or Deepak Chopra presentations blaming my ego for the horrors manifest in the world I perceive before me will change my belief in this. If I am to be a man, I will be all men,  I will be the force of righteousness when faced with evil. I will not succumb to moral-relativism and look the other way, saying let bygones be bygones. No. I will stand there and draw a line in the sand between myself and those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers (Pulp Fiction? Ezekiel 25:17?).

For every evil act, there are people around who look the other way, or do not intervene in some way.  To remain neutral, is actually to side with the evil-doers. This is why the mistaken belief that peace and love alone can save this world is wrong; that way of thinking is precisely the kind of docile and lazy one-sided thinking that evil men LOVE the masses to believe, for it means they stand aside as the agenda is pushed through. If we were meant to simply be bundles of light we would never have bothered to enter this 3D playground in the first place; we would have stayed as bundles of sentience in the Nth dimension, having a great time. And believe me, we’ll probably visit this wonderful spiritual realm once our time here is up. I hope so anyway.

For now, I pledge to you all my dedication, my unconditional belief that what we are doing is right, and an assured and heart-felt knowledge that in the fight ahead we will be protected by quantuum forces none of us truly understand. We are in the middle of a war, with fronts most visible in the deserts of the middle east, but at home as well, against the death-cults and machine thinking. Do not ever compromise your ideals in the face of being offered something easy, like money. Do not look the other way as you see terrible things happen.

Stand firm, and get yourself mentally prepared as humanity is faced with its biggest challenge yet. This is not a war against nations, this is a war of consciousness.

May the spirit of resistance flow through you in the times ahead. Find the others. Our time is now.

Charlie Veitch

8th May 2010

My fellow humans,

On the intrinsic value of individuality, I cannot write a lengthy enough tract that would come close to proclaiming my devout adherence to this simple concept. You are you. There is no other like you. The higher up and out of the great-soup that is mainstream consciousness you go, the rarer and more sublime your soul becomes. Welcome to a small but ever expanding group. A group of individuals. We are the resistance.

Myself and many others rack our brains, and our hearts for the best way to proceed in this great challenge of the times, the implementation of the post-human age (remember, this means the end of “human”), the great locust-machine that will plague us….if we do not sever its head soon. But like any swarm, this enemy has many heads and many centres. We see it everywhere…Which is why the fight-back must be accurate, precise, all encompassing, and be perpetrated by enough human beings so that it may have any chance of succeeding. Hell, of course it will succeed. Freedom or death, and death itself is the path to more freedom. The moment you make the choice to work towards ending the current system, you are free. The moment you realise you are a fighter in the resistance, you are free. The instant your heart chimes in tune to your destiny, you are free.

You must first break free from the chains in your mind. You have been programmed to such an extent that it is as if a lobotomy has been performed on your spirit. But this is not a problem. The human spirit is not a limb without possibility of regrowth, the spirit is a conceptual aspect of consciousness, and once you open those thoughts and pathways….well, soon it is a flood.

Free your mind. Become one with your fear. Accept it. Do not run from it. What I mean is, you need to go to those places in your soul which make you afraid. Find the parts inside you that you do not like (those fascist anger-riddled vengeful green eyed demons we all have inside) and reconcile yourself with them. See that all viciousness (which we all have) is the result of a hurting of the spirit. A corruption/interference of the path from information to love and vice versa.  Become your fear. Let it consume you. Feel afraid. Close your eyes. You see? It’s OK now, you are afraid yet alive. You have gained a deeper knowledge because you are not stuck in one side of the duality (yes, a false duality, but our reality construct in this universe has them everywhere). By accepting the dark side as a part of you, you become whole. Not only this, but you can then use your dark side in unison with the light side, and use it to fight more effectively. You have no demons except the ones you allow to make you scared. If you know your demons, they do not scare you anymore.

The greatest danger to the system in place is that people walk away from it. With fear and love in your heart. The fear shows you that you are humble and learning. The love is the courage you have to face your fears. Daily. What can I recommend from my subjective experience? As Bill Hicks said, no jobs, no bank account. I have succeeded in both. I do not pay tax, nor have I done so for a year so far. I do not buy meat. I do not obey anyone. I get arrested sometimes because of this. I do not take my mobile (cell) phone with me everywhere I go.

These are but secondary 3D world examples. The main one is the choice you have to make in your heart. You have to make the choice to either carry on endorsing the system at the basic day-to-day level. Or you make the choice to live differently, and ride the flamboyant roller-coaster of rebellion. Ah, but what joy it brings. Again, I speak from subjective experience, and I do not for one moment wish to tell you to live this way. I, however, have made the choice. And I like it.

Sure, you may think you have a lot to lose. The regular salary, the payments to various debts you hold (dump them), the house, the mortgage, the rent. The ego driven desire to fit in and seem successful. These trivial and dehumanising pre-packaged roles that we are meant to assimilate.

There is another, more glorious success in store for you when you follow the path of novelty.

The success of no compromise. The success of a resonating perceiver-outside world that brings in wonderful and magical adventures, with spectacular characters popping up regularly. The success of the knowing that what you are doing is right. That perhaps it is the answer you have been looking for. That beating, throbbing, pulsating area of thought which drives you nearly mad, the question of what is it to be human?

What is the big beast we face? Who are “they”, when we speak of the psychopaths that drive this world stage with war, death, famine and inequality? They are the furthest possible reaches of dysfunction, and this is partly the fault of the power these individuals are subjected to. They are trying to impose their paranoid and machine-thinking vision of paradise on Earth. But before this, they represent the greatest demon we all hold inside us. The demon is the simple terror of committing great evils when even yourself are convinced that it might possibly be good. Good for everyone.

A small thought experiment: Run through the basic run-down of the elite. Form a human-robot interface world with genetic engineering of all strata of society to implement the brave new world order. Murder billions of people, the useless eaters, in order to keep the planet beautiful for their enjoyment. Trap sentience down to the machine level, so that the slaves never know they are slaves (we see this today).

Yes, I know, it sounds like something from the dark imagination of a teenage sci-fi enthusiast. But this is precisely my point; because we can imagine something so dark we see it manifest in the life we are living. Aha! We have arrived at the meeting of great evil with purpose. The purpose of great evil is to bring the great good. I like to visualise it in my mind as a great catapult of fractal space-time being pulled into the shit so that it fires out into the excellent and, like an exploding firework, shoots whole new possibilities of wonder into the void. Perhaps this is the meaning of great evil? We are most certainly supposed to understand this darkness, and in understanding anything…we lose fear of it. This is why we spend so much time researching chemtrails, secret societies, outright fascism, and the various crimes of the current system. We want to know. We want to understand. We want to lose fear.

Be very brave. The rewards are exhilarating. This universe loves courage. This reality will conspire with you towards the good.

The LPA is in early stages, but we hope to build a form of army of individuals, with no hierarchy, and decisions being made on how good they are, rather than on who has made them. This army will gather for actions, adventures in the matrix, and to also take things to a whole new level. 100 people with strong spirit is better than 2 people with strong spirit. We must lead by example. One thing I have learned is that people want to make the free-will choice without too much influence, that choice being whether to unplug from the illusion or not.

We wish to make the actions we perform a lot more powerful, and hopefully they will resonate with the human public, so that they know they are not alone. We are, after all, trying to wake people up. This is difficult work.

In conclusion, we believe that the best way forward is by total resistance to the everyday world we subject ourselves to. Use the world, but do not be its slave. Enjoy the cities, but do not let the cities enjoy you. If you want a different way, live the different way. The rest will fall into place. I promise.

With much love and a swelling desire to get out there again,

Charlie