Contents

About the Author - pages 2 to 8

What is Vigilantism and Why is it
Needed - page 9
How Should One Go About Being a
Vigilante - page 9
Suggested Inventory - pages 9 to 10
The Order of the Neo-Samurai - page
10
Ideals to Die For - pages 10 to 11
Side Notes - page 12
Mission Ideas - page 13

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Raised in rural Ontario and small towns, I spent most of my

childhood days running through fields with my dog, or playing with
friends. My teenage years were fun and fairly normal, until 18, I
looked a bit different with bright red hair and was picked on,
usually by people half my muscle size, but I was too nice to even say
anything back, while many urged me to, saying "stick up for
yourself".
At 18-19 years old after a tumultuous time where I was being
picked on, I had a breakdown and ended up in hospital in
Mississauga. I knew someone was trying to hurt me, so I asked to
call the police in the psych-ward about things I knew about the
people trying to hurt me (bikers), but the head clerk said I couldnt
use the phone or call police. So they put me in isolation, because I
refused to leave the desk, although totally gentle and calm.
Next morning I came across a drug dealer (Chris) in the isolation,
so I was going to call police about crimes of the people who were
trying to hurt me (bikers). I dont know these people, someone else
did. He went on about all of the crimes and info of the bikers and I
was given several death threats. I wont hurt you, but you saw the
big black dude, hell shoot you in the head and put you in the back
of a car trunk. That same guy was waiting outside of my room with
a sharp piece of wood, before I was put in isolation.
Chris, for validation, knew the names of my best friends, where I
was that weekend and said someone had put an ecstasy drug in my
mixed drink at the cottage I was at, which I had had before having
the breakdown.
He told me his name was Chris (who they killed to my knowledge
for telling me too much), that there was drugs in my breakfast and
that there was more in the food than the apple juice I had just had
to drink. I felt very high. He said there was a gun tossed in the river
involved in a murder and my friends were helping to make it look
like I was a drug dealer, for someone to get revenge on me for
something that happened in my family.

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I went to the washroom and my eyes were beat red, I went back to my room,
stashed the cup in the crotch of my pants, and put a blanket over my head
waiting for the strange feels to pass. Finally before I was transferred without a
word, Chris said "God says get off the chems". The messed up thing about that
was the doctor that morning was like eat, eat and I said no Ill just have the
apple juice. I had no problems with eating at the time. Something else that was
weird was before a nurse came in or out of isolation a paint crew came in and
fixed the wall where Chris was bashing.
Within those two years, ages 19-20, a cop wiped his backside by the police car
backseat window while I was sitting in it, after being arrested and asking for
help. A cop slashed his neck at me while driving by, and I heard while making
a report at the station from a cracked door, "they're gonna chop you up with an
axe, you little bitch", then he closed the door.
Anyways when I was 20, I felt the food was being tampered with after making
a local police report talking about everything but leaving some things out to
shield certain people, and went from 205 pounds down to 107 pounds in a
matter of weeks. I would eat and then vomit after feeling effects, then not eat
at all. I would look out my window at the night sky and wonder if I would ever
be able to eat or drink again. I had a pile of food I would stare at on my floor,
food mashed into the carpet, and would wonder if it was worth it to just eat it
all, despite what may be in it that would do whatever after and kill me.
I remember sipping from a 2L Pepsi bottle with black goo that smelled like
motor oil in it that hurt my head, at the time of being apprehended. At 107
pounds, my ribs were showing and I was severely skinny. I supposed nobody
wants a room full of evidence with a dead body in it.
Held in hospital for months (ages 20-21), with starvation problems, from
feeling the food was tampered with, and after 3 months felt the food was
uneatable (literally) in Saint Johns in Hamilton, it burned, boiled unnaturally
in my stomach and burned my throat like acid on the way up, and I would feel
horrific afterwards. I had to vomit everything 30 mins after everything

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digested and another 15 mins to an hour before a street drug may take
effect.
To make an escape, I stacked rocks in Gatorade bottles in an underneath
layer of track pants, so the bottles looked like my butt, adding rocks to
them on my 10 minute breaks outside, day by day. And got a pair of
ankle weights underneath as well on a weekend pass home. Until there
was 16 pounds of excess weight on me, making weight at 130 lbs, and
being 114. I was still held for an extra 2 weeks after making weight, by
the doctor who put me in a on a 'form' after not seeing me for 9 months.
A doctor saw me the week of my arrest and said no to a form.
At 23 I had made a phone call to the police to ask them for help, then
hung up knowing they wouldn't help. They came anyways and said "if
you take your meds, we won't arrest you", I did and they arrested me
anyhow, directly after with no cause or reason to change subject. After,
one said in the car "don't mind the cuffs, I'll had a few on when I was
younger" in a sarcastic (not kind) tone.
I was held in hospital for 2 months, read half of the Quran and some of
the Torah. Despite being very religious, my luck was low, and I felt
extreme torture symptoms for the next 2 years (23-25), from the side
effects of a medication, which was diagnosed by the same crooked
doctor as restless leg syndrome. From stress and other factors I wasn't
feeling well at this time, and for the next 2 years, did and said a lot of this
I regret, but can't, because it wasn't my balanced self, like since 24 to 26.
I was on the lowest dose of meds after being given the disease in one day
from the food, so I was unwell.
The torture symptoms of the drug, no one had heard of, doctors,
neurologists, no one. It was so painful I had to try to sleep 24/7 and live
my life in my dreams, literally. I hardly left bed for 2 years. From 25-26 I
had a time of peace a happiness, I switched medications, no side effects,
made a lot of music, art, comedy, stand-up and was happy. And felt no
threats of death. It's too bad life cannot be like this, at least for me.
At 26 I undertook a lot of causes, the 'Gangtabs Blog' (anti crime), antidate rape drugs, anti-sex slavery and took a stand against crime. I
attended the Freedom Walk conference, and it was a rewarding
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experience, I learned a lot about human trafficking, I was motivated,

and found a way of meeting CEOs of organisations and those who
speak out about it. I felt as though I had been molested after making
the anti date rape drug website, and many seemed to comply that it
had happened around town. I felt as though every time I go to help
someone or do thing right thing, I end up getting messed over and
abandoned by everyone.
During this time I had also woke up in a peach colored room,
punched and hit with a bar stool. I was paralysed and when I lifted
my head up, or went to, everyone looked shocked and I saw hands go
over my face and I was knocked out. As well I woke up to see a lot of
my friends, I could feel everything around me, including a girl who
threw herself in front of me, smiling. These could have been dreams,
but I felt pain in them, which is a no-no in terms of what is possible
in dreams.
Inspired with the Freedom Walk conference, I then made the
Criminal Victim Protection website, to protect victims of crime who
feel helpless, based on how I felt from 19-23 years old.
I then got a few threats, a gunshot threat outside of my apartment,
with a verbal threat hours before, which police didn't make an
incident report for that night, which is illegal. I also had a gun
flashed at me by an urban gang member, and yelled at him a few
times, saying Theres kids and families around here So I called the
cops, and they found the two, then covered it up and let them go.
After the gunshot went off I put my hands over my head, thinking 'I
better laydown, because the first shot might just be to stir me up'. It
sounded so loud I figured it came from the parallel floor in the
building across from my apartment's room. I called the police on a
cell while tapping S.O.S. on it, because they were asking me
questions. The police soon came, but never made a report, again
despite the mandatory need to every time they are called.
The gun threat from the urban gang member happened as the
following, as he lifted his shirt, and with a giant handgun in his
waist, said "It could happen". I then asked him if it was a gun and
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yelled at him because there are kids around and it's a small town. The police
came and let him go, despite the kid calling it a Colt 45 when I asked "was
that a gun" and the facts I knew the color of his underwear even though his
white shirt went down to his knees, and he said it was a silver cellphone,
when the gun was huge and silver and his cell was black on both sides. After
the flashed gun I bought a bullet proof vest, but it was huge, I looked like a
ninja turtle, you need concealed vests for everyday use.
At this time I tried to fight 5-8 bikers in the streets of 2 small towns, for
things I felt they had done to me in my life or to people and things I care
about. I jack knifed a car in traffic trying to fist fight a biker, but he was just
an enthusiast. I regret all of this because it makes me look nuts, but they were
usually a proponent in saying or doing something to me prior that was
extreme. I'm sure the whole town witnessed this, nobody would fight me, not
even the 300 pound biker who swerved around traffic to avoid me pulling
him off or hitting him.
A professional standards bureau detective was then assigned to investigate
the report that wasn't made, and he yelled at, swore at and shoved me
through a locked door I was opening, trying to get me to end the
investigation. I went to police and found no help, in fact the local police
station said they would vouch for him, I filed a lawsuit and with the court
system and found no help, its 100% corrupt.
I then made a series of noise complaints against a neighbour I felt at the time
was harbouring a pimp and girls occasionally, actually how I found out about
human trafficking (North Preston's Finest) was hearing my neighbours talk
and yell out about about their gang and their affiliations.
The gunshot I felt had come right outside their apartment building, beside
mine, but that's no issue with me. Unfortunately the bikers did a series of
rapes in the room below mine. They let me know, I could hear them before I
went to sleep and after I woke up, and they bragged about rape and
threatened to stab me on 3 occasions, that wasn't NPF who threatened to
stab me, it was the tenants cousin. I once woke up while being lifted on to
something in their apartment.
I am sure of at least 100 rapes were done, most for speaking out about the
bikers child sex slavery. I gave all of this info to the police, including
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recording them in my room carrying me out and talking while doing so, the
local police did nothing.
I then made The Happy Home Program facebook page and website, to help
find and rescue Canadian child sex slaves, through networking people and
giving them the contact emails and numbers of the organisations who help
with this, so people feel empowered and rescue these people in need. I've
become something of a feminist and am looking into anti-date rape drug ideas
to help again. This was still inspired by the Freedom Walk conference and
what I had learned.
I was Arrested by police falsely at 27, in January of 2014, for having a "history
of violence" and being "threatening to others", for making noise complaints
with police about what I felt was a pimp, all claims were false against me and
all parties admitted it, as I am a pacifist for the most part it was frustrating. So,
despite this being in no way true, or having any record of any kind, I was held
anyhow, for days, then weeks. No one stood up for my rights but one lawyer,
who did a hell of a job.
At first admission to the hospital, I kept to myself and my room laying around
all day staring at the walls and outside the gloomy window. The only visible
room from my window at night, was a room with a guy in a hospital bed who
looked identically like my dad and who looked like he had a stroke, with his
mouth open all night. I cried and cried over this.
I found Islam while held in a hospitals psych ward locked with steel doors,
taught by a Muslim the washing up and prayers five times a day. I like the
praying 5 times a day. Although he may have found it funny, I learned a lot. I
believe it is not a good religion now, but I respect kind and peaceful people.
After a week and a few days I met a great lawyer, who got me out immediately.
I spent some more time in the psych-wards after. Ive been falsely locked up
altogether for at least a year, Ive been raped, chemically tortured, attempted
murder and death threats by guns. And more horrific torture for a year. I had
to wear a shirt around my eyes, because the light was so painful, yet so was
complete darkness.
While locked up I had the closest thing to love Ive ever had. I met a nice girl,
and we really clicked. I figured the bikers would have moved her out the next
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day, so when I didnt see her around I cried, a lot. But she was still sleeping. I
was in bed suffering and she held my hands and kissed me on the cheek and I
kissed her on the cheek back.

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Vigilantism, what is it and why is it needed?

Vigilantism is defined as: taking the law into one's own hands based off of
what his or her own beliefs and values are. When the Earth has 7 billion
people, who's to say what is right and wrong and to enforce this onto others,
who may have a different set of values? Especially when the police-force is
corrupt to the highest ranks. I would even suggest that the upper echelon
drug dealers hand over a drug house now and then, to keep up the facade
that something is being done.
Vigilantism is needed to deliver justice, get criminals and perverts off the
streets and to keep the 'powers that be' honest. With keeping things
completely anonymous, it could be anyone, or everyone. Then with the
threat of exposure, it will put fear into crooked police, against an invisble
force. It's not about dressing up and showing off yourself.
How should one go about being a vigilante?
You may have seen people online or on tv, who suit up in fancy costumes and
try to fist fight criminals. You may have also heard about how these people
get shot at, beaten and stabbed multiple times. When I was a teenager I
pictured trying this, I was planning a bullet-proof suit to do it in. Luckily I
never tried that, because I would have been killed by a hired gun from
affluent drug dealers.
The modern mind is with technology and using one's head. So, we are
annoymous, a face in the crowd, and rather than trying to fist fight
criminals, which won't solve anything, we take survaillence from a distance
and with evidence make arrests.
Suggested inventory
A high-quality photo-camera, that is good from a distance and at night.
A hover-drone, with an HD video-camera.
Smoke grenades, you can find these on paintball stores online.
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A mask, of any kind.

A blue or red paisley rag, to mislead that it was someone else.
The 'Anarchist Cook-Book'.
The Japanese classic 'Hagakure'.
(As a last resort) Pepper spray.
The Order of the Neo-Samurai
I have always enjoyed Asian culture. This led to me reading about Samurai
and the Samurai Code, Bushido. Basically the idea is to serve your Lord
without question, to the death, and to die every morning and every night, in
order to free yourself from hesitation and fear. To always choose death and
the more dangerous path, to kill hesitation.
However, I find a problem that doesnt fit my own point of view, which is the
idea of following a human being without question. People are prone to
misjudgement and corruption, and a human being can die, like cutting off
the head of a snake if they are a leader.
But, what if the Lord was a set of principles and ideas, doing something for
the sake of humanity and justice, to the death? Where the only leader is an
immortal set of ideals and anyone within the code can act in cells.
I dont mean terrorism by any means, but righting wrongs, exposing
corruption and seeking justice for peace and true democracy. That is
something I could believe in.
Ideals to die for
Liberty for all.
The value of life.
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The right for citizen's safety.

Justice.
Truth.
To protect the public.
Freedom from corruption.
We could be anyone, or we could be everyone.
For examples of missions to affect change, visit:
www.theorderoftheneosamuari.blogspot.com
Feel free to clone this blog with your own opinions and your own take.

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Side Notes
Of war and peace
War is unfair, children and women die in bombings, but if you don't fight more
people will die at the hands of an oppressor. So to save the majority the few
have to die, and the only way to justify this is that you have to accept when it's
you. To die for the overall peace, to hold more dangerous people at bay.
The down-side to vigilantism
You put yourself and your loved ones at risk. You may get hurt or killed. It's
these two reasons most cops turn corrupt, the danger to themselves and their
loved ones. That is why we are so strong, nobody knows who we are

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Mission Ideas
Drug Dealing Survailence Mission
You are going to need a camera that is good at a distance and in the dark, all
black clothing and a mask. At a distance spot a drug dealer, who is a regular,
make a stakeout and take photos of drug deals. Two days later go to a police
station and submit the evidence in an envelope, under a fake name.
Child Predator Mission
Your mission is to pose as an underage girl in internet chat rooms. Find
potential sex offenders and string them along. Agree to meet them, knowing
what they look like, and once they show up record them on camera and
confront them, while calling the police. Make sure your evidence is good and
proper, so the police may use it to convict said offender.
Child Sex Slavery Undercover Mission
Sexual slavery in America is not what it's portrayed to be. 48% of the girls
are below the age of 18 and they are kept in rooms under the watch of the
pimp. They are not allowed to leave the room and have to ask to go to the
washroom. They are, on average, forced to have sex 15 times a day and are
often beaten and raped by their pimps. It is out and out slavery, of the worst
kind for a little girl.

Your mission is to infiltrate, by trying to acquire an under age prostitute,
under a false name. Tape record the deal after procuring the girl, then ask to
leave to grab your wallet. Call the police, tell them where the tape of evidence
is. Change your look after this, perhaps by shaving your head or dying your
hair. If the police officers are corrupt, expose them.

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Misc.
I did some detective work after finding a heavy laid in foot
prints from building to building. I was able to resolve the
entire ocurance.
They had been coming from the pimp's room, down the
stairs and across the garden. They would clap everytime a
car went by to not be seen crossing the garden.

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Fear is a tool, and it comes second to

respect.

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