Steve Karmazenuk: From the Mouths of My Cannons

Category: Cas contre la Direction de la Protection de la Jeunesse du Quebec

  • The Rules of Engagement

    Early this afternoon I received a phone call from a very panicked H.S., Grand Poobah for the DPJ in this sector, whatever in the fuck that is supposed to mean, about my plans to expose the DPJ for the malignant, incompetent imbeciles they are. I can still use their fucking initials, though. I was then threatened with criminal charges if I reveal the name of any of the DPJ officers involved – despite the fact that these mugs all have LinkedIn accounts listing who they are, what they do for a living, and even include photographs.

    I was warned, rather menacingly that I can’t use my kid’s real names, despite the fact that since the first edition of They Came in Peace was published back in 2021, their names have been public knowledge. Nevertheless, I will be referring to them as Obi-Wan, Leia and Luke – three of my favorite Force-Powered Star Wars characters.

    I can only assume that H.S. is afraid that if I name names, the caseworkers will be exposed; despite the fact the DYP has qualified immunity and can act with impunity – UP TO AND INCLUDING LYING TO A JUDGE IN A SWORN AFFIDAVIT AND IN OPEN COURT – Something I nailed H.S. with, because they cherry picked my psych report – AND I GOT TO READ IT. They left out all the good stuff about me, and only mentioned the bad; they lied about me not completing therapy, and they lied about me not seeking further treatment.

    Imagine a government agency that lies in open court to win their case; Family Cops. And as we know, ALL cops are bastards.

    While they expect me to be respectful in my exchanges going forward (I’ll let you read some of the best ones – names redacted to initials of course – as this blog progresses. I have to say, when it comes to putting together a loquacious string of vulgarities in order to cut someone’s ego down to size, I am an artist.

    I’ve also decided that since I have to play nice, I’m going to be as obsequious as a Jane Austen fictional suitor of difficult circumstance.

    But here? I’m going to tell you exactly what I think of the fascist fucking soulless bitches.

    In any event, in my next post I will detail the steps necessary for anyone else alienated from their children by the callous, cavalier DPJ to get full and unfettered access to their entire case file.

    And once I have the case file, the shit is going to hit the fan.

    I am fighting for my children, because I love them, I miss them, and this institutional monolith has too much authority and not nearly enough oversight. Every last one of the bitches should be put on a choke chain on a three-foot leash.

    …ooohhh…fetishy.

  • 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.