WE INTERRUPT THIS REGULARLY SCHEDULED BLOG…

I have to admit, I did imagine that my return to self-publishing would be a tad more…fast-paced than it is.

However, as I do not want to leave this weblog inactive, and as I have something ELSE important to talk about, going forward and until I have concluded my expose, I am going to be devoting this space to talking about the monolith of the Direction de Protection de la Jeunesse in Quebec, IE Quebec Youth Protection.

Every month, a new news report comes out on just how badly they screw up major dossiers. They also destroy families. Especially divorced families. Especially men.

Over the next several weeks, and probably starting later this week, I will begin posting here about my interactions with the DPJ. I will be naming names, and quoting chapter and verse from the DYP file on my family.

I’m no angel, and I’ve done some fucked-up shit in the four years the DPJ has been fucking around up my ass. And I will be owning up to that so they can’t try and use it against me.

I am going to discuss how they pressured me and mentally abused me until I had a nervous breakdown, and raged-texted the social worker who was at the time responsible for the case. She had me arrested, and the cops of the Service de Police de la Ville de Montreal Station 44 beat the shit out of me and did permanent damage to my left shoulder.

I’ll be talking about that, and how since before she even inserted herself into this dossier, the DPJ has been sabotaging my relationship with my children.

My sons hate me now, and my daughter, who still wants to reach out to me, is being fed poison and lies about me.

The DPJ has lied in family court, and I have the receipts.

Why am I doing this? Because it’s not enough to rage against the Machine; you have to break the Machine.

I want to lift up my voice and shout from the digital rooftop just what bastards these people are, how lazy and incompetent, and most of all, how devoid of real empathy that they are.

I want to show everyone else in Quebec who has been unjustly fucked over by the DPJ that they are not alone, and that together, we can not only break the Machine, we can smash it, and force the Government to build it back better, so it actually SERVES as a protection for at-risk youth, and not just a means of destroying families they don’t approve of.

I am a writer. Words are my weapons. And I am declaring war.