“Dear Mr Karmazenuk.
We have decided to ignore the fact that you have physical and behavioral issues which, despite ongoing treatment and improved capacities, affect your ability to be consistent with your children, and blame and will therefore punish you for what you can’t control.
Henceforth, you are forbidden from seeing your children, thinking about your children, talking about them in polite conversation or attempting to communicate with them in any way.
However, we still expect you to cooperate with us until such time as your abusive and vindictive ex-wife takes back full and exclusive custody of your children, cutting you out of their lives and every milestone of their youth, forever.”
Quebec’s Direction de “protection” des enfants. Except it was written in the filthy patois of “Jouale,” the pathetic excuse for a dialect of French that they speak here in Ku-Klux-Kebek.
Dear Youth “Protection:” you’ve stolen my right to be a father, you’ve stolen the last years of my children’s childhood from me, and I will never cooperate with you, or forgive you.
Sic Semper Tyrannus.
Hey, Obi-Wan, Leia and Luke: I love you for ever and ever without breaking. They’re lying to you about me. Once you’re 14, you can contact me whether they like it or not.
I know you all have questions, and I will tell you the God’s honest unvarnished truth. I’m not the only one whose failed you,
Youth “Protection” a racket
