Category: The War Against the Machine

If you are reading this blog, then you are already aware of the despicable and unethical practices of Quebec’s Direction de Protection de la Jeunesse.

You should already know that I am using this space to highlight everything these monolithic bastards have done to destroy my relationship with my children.

Well, now I’m about to get the documentation I need, so that I can take you all back to the beginning of this episode, when my relationship to Obi-Wan, Leia and Luke were first put in danger by the DPJ.

If you, like me, find yourself fighting the unjust bureaucratic machine of arbitrary judgement that is the DPJ, you will need the following information, if you wish to access your file:

You’ll email them to tell them they will find the following documents attached:

A written and HAND SIGNED formal request for information, including the names and birthdates of the child(ren) in question.

A full-color copy of your photo ID

Your complete mailing address.

IN THE INTERESTS OF READERS PLEASE NOTE THAT IF YOU WISH TO EXERCISE YOUR RIGHT TO SEE YOUR OWN FILE WITH THE DPJ, YOU MUST SEND A WRITTEN AND HAND SIGNED FORMAL REQUEST FOR INFORMATION, INCLUDING THE NAME(S) AND BIRTHDATE(S) OF THE CHILD(REN) IN QUESTION. YOU MUST INCLUDE WITH THIS WRITTEN REQUEST A FULL-COLOR COPY OF YOUR PHOTO ID

THIS INFORMATION MUST BE SENT TO THE ATTENTION OF THE DR. MURPHY BY MAIL, PREFERABLY REGISTERED LETTER, TO:

Dr. Murphy
1500 RUE SHERBROOKE E.
PAVILLION DESCHAMPS, PORTE F-113
MONTREAL, QC, CANADA H2L 4M1.

Once again, the purpose of providing you with this address is to allow you to file your access to your DPJ file requests properly.

DO NOT send your request by email! DO NOT send your request by fax!

The Commission a l’Access de l’Information du Quebec will ONLY accept requests for appeal a DPJ refusal that was originally sent to the above address.

However, if you do want to organize mass protests, you can most certainly do so outside any DPJ or family services location you have been referred to; that’s where your social workers are. That’s where you want to lay siege.

However, I’m not at the mass protest portion of the programme – yet – and I may never be. Though if the DPJ should break faith with me again, well…Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the Dogs of War! as Shakespeare said.

Stay tuned!

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.