Fall 2013 Personal Research Notes (final version)

Final version

 

Started on September 16, originally this document was meant to be my personal research notes. However, as is well-known, I have no privacy whatsoever. Moreover, as these notes – and especially my note last night on the incident just outside my apartment building -- clearly showed, the government has been trying to create problems for me while I am preparing to write my story. This morning, my home Internet connection was shut down, clearly on order of the government. As such, I have decided to post this document onto the Internet as is. And I will provide periodical updates – which will be underlined for ease of comparison with previous versions – going forward. In essence, I will do to this document what I have been doing on my own computer/disc in the past two weeks, except that I will now publish it concurrently on the Internet.

 

Jim Yu

October 2, 2013

 

 

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PERSONAL NOTES:

 

 

Monday, September 16, 2013:

 

•         Phoned VSB re online registration problem Friday night for Music Appreciation I. Re-registered No. 7318.

•         DC navy yard shooting (Aaron Alexis).

•         Tried to download template for flyer.

•         AM run: Bank + XS Cargo + Walmart + Superstore

•         Listened to CKNW on mobile 10:30-11:00AM

•         Tried to phone PC MasterCard many times; line always dropped. Other calls appeared to be OK.

•         UN released Syria report. Ban commented. Consultations on UNSC resolution.

•         Evening: Bway and Cambie: BestBuy etc.

 

 

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

 

•         Was able to call PC MasterCard from a phone at the Bank. Still could not from my own phone, though.

•         Straightened out a money matter.

•         AM run: Kingsway + 29^th Station

•         Borrowed a Salsa DVD.

 

 

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

 

•         AM run: Superstore (So Good)

•         Ottawa train/bus collision

•         Phoned Blackberry and re-set pswd for Playbook

•         Brazilian Prez to skip October visit to the US.

•         Ministry visit re BC Housing letter.

•         PM: Surrey: BestBuy + Mall + SFU

•         Fed to stay course; stocks jumped.

•         Dix resigned to resign

•         Evening: Salsa class

•         Started PRE-20130916

•         PM Harper announced Japanese PM Shinzo Abe to visit Canada September 23-24

 

 

Thursday, September 19, 2013

 

•         Kerry met Wang Yi in DC

•         Phoned Stephanie for a reference letter and copy of criminal background check (First call went straight to her VM). Promised to do it by next Thursday 

•         PM: 1/2 Grouse Grind (5^th time)

•         Obama nominated a key fundraiser, Chicagoan Bruce Heyman, as ambassador to Canada

•         Iran's President Seeks 'Constructive Engagement' in WaPo op-ed

•         Guardian: Vladimir Putin expresses doubts over Syria's disposal of chemical weapons

•         Reuters: Putin sees hope in Syria deal; Kerry says it's vital that U.N. Acts

 

 

Friday, September 20, 2013

 

•         PM: Classical Listening led by Angela w a colleague; Volunteering: me and Jessica

•         Bowling program volunteers: Jacqueline and a new guy probably to substitute Chelsea (She must be a Canadian government agent.)

•         On Canada Line on my way back, cell phone in my pocket felt very “hot”.

•         LA Times: Syria submits 'initial disclosure' of chemical weapons to OPCW

•         Still having problems using Playbook;

•         Note: Blackberry stock lost 3/4 value today

•         Evening: Salsa class. JUST FORGET ABOUT/IGNORE IT.

 

 

Saturday, September 21, 2013

 

•         1030AM: found call log of on cell phone “messed-up”. JUST FORGET ABOUT/IGNORE IT.

•         PM run: XS Cargo + Walmart + Superstore (RCA TV)

•         Evening: rain

 

 

Sunday, September 22, 2013

 

•         Raining

•         PM: SFU downtown + West End (HDMI cable) (Phone problem)

 

 

Monday, September 23, 2013

 

•         VSB call: Course cancelled

 

 

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

 

•         AM: Obama UN speech

•         AM: Harper hosted Japanese PM who arrived at Ottawa last night

•         AM-PM run: Metrotown (Library + Crystal Mall)

•         Evening: Doctor's visit

 

 

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

 

•         Salsa class website: no refund

•         PM: Picked up Stephanie's letter (asked for copy of criminal background check as she did not include it in the envelope.) + run: Richmond

•         Evening: Salsa class: no go

•         Evening: Problem w HP Mini (Internet): crashed

 

 

Thursday, September 26, 2013

 

•         AM: Problem w HP Mini 1030nr: could not open file

•         PM run: Joyce Stn (?) + Crystal Mall (phone problem: out of service area)

•         Evening: SFU Burnaby

 

 

Friday, September 27, 2013

 

•         Send email to SFU Alumni email help desk re account problem.

•         PM: Langara special memorial service (Vounteer: me) + Richmond (Telus) + Metrotown

•         Obama Speaks by Phone to Iran's Rouhani

•         UN Approves Resolution on Syria Disarmament

•         Evening run: Downtown via Skytrian

 

 

Saturday, September 28, 2013

 

•         1130AM-130PM: Salsa lesson in NW via Meet-up (no sign-up) + NWPL + Douglas College +

 

 

Sunday, September 29, 2013

 

•         PM: NWPL research

•         PM: Telus called back.

•         Evening: Tried to get help on Shaw internet thru phone; was told the waiting time was 9-14 minutes; Gave up after 23 minutes. (No call-back option was offered.)

•         Evening: Twitter on Blackberry Playbook suddenly worked (w/o sign-in, only for a while), while previously I could not even sign in. YouTube also worked (for quite a while) just when I was ready to go to sleep.

•         Evening: Research: Norman Spector twitter

 

 

Monday, September 30, 2013

 

•         AM: Research: Norman Spector twitter (continued)

•         On www.greptweet.com: First I tried IvisonJ and got about 3200 tweets; Then I put in nspector4 and could only get 1000 or so tweets. Tried some others and results varied.

•         Helen Searle (SFU Alumni) returned my email asking for info I already provided. (Originally I had written a one word sentence “ridiculous” here. However I immediately deleted it because I wanted to keep a focus on facts rather than commentary in these notes.) Tried phoning back and always sent straight to voice mail. + Send email and got immediate auto-reply (while no such reply last Friday). + Phoned again and heard one ring and then silence and I live-noted this and phone disconnected. Called again (12:08PM) and voice mail many times (what do you expect?).

•         PM: NWPL (2-3:15PM) + SFU Bby

•         NWPL: tried to access Gmail; Gmail was to send a code to my cell phone due to unusual location. What do you expect? I could not get a cell signal.

•         SFU(after 4:30PM): Called Searle's local from the Student Union phone. Went straight to VM.

•         Tried to get help from the guy at computer help desk in SFU library. As I needed to show him my email correspondence w Alumni Help Desk, tried to login to Gmail. Gmail again needed to send me a code, prob due to previous failed/incomplete login at NWPL. But I still could not get a cell signal at that moment. As I was discussing my cell phone problem w the help desk guy, suddenly I got a signal. As a result, I received two codes from Gmail at the same time (4:58PM). As per his suggestion, I tried both codes and one succeeded. (He also told me my old account “jyu1” was destroyed on November 27, 2008.)

•         As he could not resolve my problem, he located Alumni Help Desk for me and suggested I try to seek help there. I went there and John (and another lady) resolved my problem by resetting the password. (At first, John thought that I had activated or re-activated my account yesterday. Later he realized that he was looking at the date of September 29, 2012, which appeared to be the date when new computing accounts were created for older alumni.)

•         Evening: Tried to update this doc using a computer in library. Was told this doc was corrupted. Gave me option to “recover” content. Did not do anything. When I got home, this doc appeared to be fine using my own computer. (Yesterday (?), a message appeared in my computer to update OpenOffice word processor. Ignored it.)

•         10:30PM: Tested Searle's phone: again went straight to VM.

•         CBC: US government shuts down after political deadlock

•         Around 11:40PM: When I typed http://greptweet.com into browser, I automatically got http://greptweet.com/u/nspector4/ instead. And this time I appeared to have gotten the complete 3200 records from nspector4 tweets. (But the first record is the same as in the incomplete file, despite the fact that he had apparently tweeted some more since.)

•         6-8PM: SFU Latin Dance Club: signed-up for Salsa; tried Bachata.

 

 

8:30PM, Tuesday, October 1, 2013

 

Came back from Richmond. Saw a young couple at the main entrance, who were trying to use the intercom to enter my building. Recognizing/sensing who they were (The guy goes by the name of Justin; don't remember/know the woman's name. As a matter of fact, this would be the 3^rd time I saw them in or around my building since the original “failed contact” in the morning hours of the 17^th of August. I will write about that initial “failed contact” later.), I decided to go down to the parking level and enter the building through the front door there. The guy followed me on a bike: “Excuse me. Can you hold the door please? My mom is sick...” I ignored him and quickened my steps and walked all the way to the side door, which closes more quickly than the two front doors. I simply wanted to avoid any contact with them. And I succeeded.

 

I believe this young couple are Canadian government agents. What the government has been trying to do is to create stor(ies) that they can tell the public about me, using agents of all kinds. (Remember: You are not who you are. You are what the political class portrays you to be.) Because I avoided contact with them in the morning hours of August 17^th, the government's original storyline about me failed to materialize. What's more, observing my activities of this past a couple of weeks, the government knew that I would very likely write about that (and other) incident(s). What the government is trying to do now, apparently, is to have them try to make contacts and interactions with me, in the hope of creating new and/or bigger incidents so as to obscure their original attempted storyline and/or to create new storyline.

 

Indeed, I can sense the desperation on the part of Canadian government and Canadian political class. The second time I saw this couple just outside my building was actually this morning. (I don't remember exactly when was the first time I saw them. They gained entry to my building that day. And that's when I matched their names with their appearances. Frankly I was a little surprised that they would let me see them after the “failed contact” of August 17^th. Now I know why.)

 

I wrote this incident in the immediate aftermath of its happening. These writings reflected my thinking at the time. Which was that “Justine” was trying to provoke a quarrel or even a fight with me. Now, of course, I know that, whether it’s the original “failed contact” of August 17 or this one, it had always been about the government’s attempt to frame me in drugs and therefore, to cast me as someone responsible for the coming war in East Asia. It just showed how无耻又无赖 the C1P is.

 

 

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

 

•         AM: Super Valu (recycling) + local library

•         Richmond Telus: Signed up for Internet and TV package. Set installation for 8-10AM Wed 10/30.

•         11:22PM: automatically logged out of VPL's PressDisplay (was trying to change Globe to a different date) http://library.pressdisplay.com/pressdisplay/AccountingLoginLibrary.aspx?

 

 

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

 

•         1^st thing in AM: Checked out partial “inventory” of my accumulated prescription PsychMeds

•         7:40AM: Noticed Internet down

•         9:00AM: left home for SFU Bby

•         3:50PM: published this doc on Twitter for the first time (v.1)

•         SFU Internet: www.livestation.com took forever to load. Phoenix TV and Al Jazeera Okay. Also noticed problem w internet access on cell phone.

•         6:00PM: Problem w PC MasterCard

•         On my way to SFU, forgot umbrella on Skytrain; on way back home, forgot to return headphone to library (had to go back due to 4-hour loan). Signs of extreme stress.

•         Evening: Scrawled a note on a piece of paper on things I planned to write.

•         Woke up around 1:30AM. Could not sleep until 5:00AM (?)

 

Now that I have started publishing on the Internet again, I need to say a few words on the time stamp of my publications. I know Internet publication time stamps of many people in the global political class have political meanings. Indeed, I seem to recall even the time stamps of some of Obama’s live speeches had implied political meanings. In fact, I myself gained significant amount of political knowledge by paying close attention to these time stamps. Given a time stamp, it is fairly straightforward to interpret its political meaning.

 

However, the converse is not true, at least not for me. Maybe I am just not smart enough politically. Indeed, I believe I had written previously how incredibly difficult it would be for me to time my publication to give implied political meanings. You really would have to create a big table with the political meanings of all 720 possible time stamps and to familiarize yourself with it. Writing is extremely difficult for me as is. To then have to think about what time of the day I should post my writings would literally drive me crazy, I think. This despite the fact that I probably did the most in popularizing this number system in global politics, as I summarized in my blog, Global Financial Crisis and the Fate of Two Nations, in January 2009. 

 

Take the current example of publishing this doc on Twitter yesterday. 3:50PM would imply the Hu Jintao is a weak leader. However, if you had followed my Twitter activities closely, you would have noticed that I had in fact attempted to publish the doc at 3:28PM, if my memory serves me well. It was only because the doc was not legible that I did some research and found and used TwitPic on my second try. If I had done a satisfactory job in my first try, 3:28PM would have given an exact opposite meaning to 3:50PM. (I deleted my first try after the satisfactory second try.)

 

So, if you really want to find political meanings in the time stamps of my Internet publications, go ahead and be my guest. Just don’t quote me on them. (An op-ed by Stephen Harper on the Globe and Mail comes to my mind currently. Even the numbers of paragraph orderings have political meanings, if you read his article carefully enough. It really was crazy.)

 

 

Thursday, October 3, 2013

 

·         AM: had my blood pressure taken

·         AM run: 29^th Station + Kingsway (Sought barber’s advice on hair style change. I was discouraged from changing my hair style when I was on a tight leash by C1P.) (Under C1P leash, I have been spotting a crew cut for years. Now I am just trying to grow my hair back so that I can get the style I want.)

·         Rona Ambrose announced a new regulation that “stops doctors from prescribing dangerous drugs” and “to take heroin out of the hands of addicts, not to put it into their arms”

·         PM-Evening: SFU Bby: some tweets and v.2 of this doc

·         6-8PM: 2^nd attendance at SFU Latin Dance Club

 

 

Friday, October 4, 2013

 

·         PM: regular Classical Listening on Irving Berlin at Langara (Volunteer: me) + Richmond Mall (Bay + SportChek [no problem w PC MC] + Telus[moved up installation date to 10AM-12PM Wed 10/23]) + TnT

 

Need to write about the incidents at the Bay and on Canada Line and at Aberdeen station.

 

 

Saturday, October 5, 2013

 

·         AM run: Trout Lake (Farmers Mkt) + MetroTown (Library + Crystal Mall)

·         BPL: About to take a picture of Saturday Globe’s front page using Playbook. Then decided to download a PDF copy from Newseum website instead. Was able to get on the Internet thru library hot spot. But when I tried to connect to Newseum, Internet suddenly got disconnected.

·         5:00PM: A knock on my door

·         Still no Internet at home; very limited Internet on cell phone

·         Evening: SFU Surrey (v.3 of this doc tweeted): When I started a web browser, another browser window immediately popped up, asking me to confirm that I wanted to (or informing me that I was about to) surf the web “incognito”. Confused, I asked a student next to me how this window could have appeared on its own. He showed me that one had to use the Ctrl-Alt-Delete (?) combination keys to make it appear. I simply closed this window and used the browser as I always would.

·         John Kerry, fuck off!

 

 

Sunday, October 6, 2013

 

·         Nice weather; even better than yesterday’s

·         AM run: Canada Place + SFU DT

·         PM run: SFU DT (Internet slowed to a crawl. Had to quit after about 5 minutes.) + Canada Place (War of 1812 exhibition) + Granville St/Bridge + Store (re cellphone to get ready for Telus installation) + bus home (A couple of thuggish-looking guys on bus. Not my first such encounter in the past few days, though.)

·         Seemed to have encountered too many people on the streets today trying, intentionally or otherwise, to include me in their pictures. A C1P reaction to my comments last time on their tight leash even on my hair style?  (I am very camera shy. But I will let up, especially for all you eligible bachelorette out there, an additional secret of mine here [although you probably guessed it already if you had read all my personal stories online]: I am very good-looking, particularly if you can make me smile.)

·         Evening: Took out a recipe I saved

·         Evening: Made a bunch of voice memos

·         Evening: good music all night

·         Noticed, thru cell phone, that under my Twitter profile, my website address had changed from my usual http://jyu9.blogspot.com to a shortened URL. Tried to find out why and where the shortened URL would lead to, but the Internet on my cell phone was exceedingly slow. Gave up (which was probably a good idea because I sensed the government did this just to annoy me and disrupt my sleep.)

 

 

Monday, October 7, 2013

 

·         Could not fall sleep until after 4:00AM. Praying for the return of Zen.

·         AM: Received a bullshitting letter from Shaw Cablesystems, dated October 2, asking me to return “an equipment”, implying that my Internet service had already been cancelled. Yet when I was at their Richmond store on October 1 to request cancellation, they insisted on me fulfilling my obligation of giving 30 day advance notice. Which was where we settled the matter. (Memo to Shaw: Have some integrity. Learn from PC MasterCard.)

·         PM: SFU DT: Internet appeared to be running very smoothly today, in stark contrast to my experience of the past few days in all three campuses. (v.4 of this doc tweeted)

·         On a SFU computer, the website address under my Twitter profile still showed the shortened URL, as it did on my cellphone last night. Took out my cellphone and was immediately directed to the login page for one of the SFU networks. Logged in without giving much thought. Afterwards, when I touched on the shortened URL, I found that I was directed to my correct website http://jyu9.blogspot.com. – Of all my visits to SFU campuses as an alumnus, this was probably the only time when I was prompted to login to its network on cell phone without my asking. Very strange.

·         6-8PM: SFU Bby: 3^rd attendance at SFU Latin Dance Club lessons: Salsa and (signed-up for) Bachata

 

 

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

 

·         Exported my browser bookmarks on home computer to disc

·         Obama news conference

·         PM-Evening: Emily Carr Univ (4:11PM: Registered for A Survey and History of Art; 6:30-9:30PM: first class)

 

 

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

 

·         AM-PM: SFU DT: Internet and library research

·         2:00PM at SFU DT: Could not access VPL’s PressDisplay. Was doing research on Margaret Wente articles.

·         Saved a copy of the front page of Toronto Star September 29 from PressDisplay.

 

 

Thursday, October-10-13

 

·         Alice Munro: Nobel Prize in literature

·         Salsa DVD overdue. Returned in PM; fine $2.00.

 

It’s really annoying without Internet at home. Nowadays people do all sorts of things on the Internet, not the least is the renewal of library materials.

 

·         Cellphone store 1^st Ave.

·         PM-Evening: SFU Bby: used AcerOne mostly; tried to fix the battery problem

·         6-8PM: SFU Latin Dance lessons: 4^th attendance

 

 

Friday, October 11, 2013

 

·         Nobel Peace Prize: OPCW

·         PM: Cellphone store Bway + Langara memorial service (2 music therapists and an intern; volunteer: me) + NoFrills

·         Evening: NWPL + SFU Surrey: used Playbook

 

 

Saturday, October 12, 2013

 

·         PM: local library (Internet + database: tried to find the column by Margaret Wente) + Hastings + library (some DVDs) + Cellphone store Drive + Liquor Store (a bottle of red wine)

 

 

Sunday, October 13, 2013

 

·         PM-Evening run: Burnaby Mt + SFU (borrowed 1 book: The Shock of the New  + Read some books in library)

 

 

Monday, October-14-13 (Thanksgiving)

 

·         PM run: Dollar store + Safeway

·         Late PM run: Carnegie library (I was walking on the side of Malkin Ave just past Strathcona Park and Garden when three thuggish-looking guys approached me on bike from behind. They then slowed down and made a semi-circle around me before moving on.) (Additional Note: I was walking along the left side of this deserted street [so that I could see/avoid potential incoming traffic] as there were no pedestrian walks along it. So there was no reason for these guys to encircle me like that other than to send me a threatening message on behalf of the Canadian government and political class.) (Memo to MP Libby Davies: Are you reading this? I’m sure you are.)

 

 

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

 

·         Woke up at around 1:30AM. Could not sleep for at least two hours.

·         AM-PM: SFU DT + had cellphone fixed

·         Late PM run: Emily Carr Univ (2^nd class: A Survey and History of Art)

 

 

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

 

·         Rick Cluff interviewed Libby Davies (“hide and run”) on CBC’s The Early Edition

·         900AM: Bomb scare at PMO building in Ottawa

·         SFU DT: www.cwbgj.com did not work in converting text doc into picture; another similar web tool t.961.cc worked only once. www.livestation.com page could not load; Phoenix TV and Al Jazeera okay.

·         SFU DT: Published earlier versions of this doc onto Google Drive.

·         A couple of tweets on US debt ceiling drama. Need to write its connection to these notes.

·         2:00PM: Speech from the Throne. Malala to get Canadian honorary citizenship.

·         Evening: US congress passed debt bill

 

You know, what I am writing here are my Personal Research Notes. Typically they serve as reminders about events or incidents that I plan to write about later. These notes are written in a format intended for my personal use only.

 

If an average person cannot make sense of these notes, it is only natural. But members of the Canadian or US political class certainly do not have such a problem. Indeed, I sometimes feel they know more about me than I do about myself. This is not only because of the tight leash they put on me over the years (and I did not realize this until recently), but also because I don’t normally keep detailed notes about my daily life.

 

As I said in the introduction, I started writing these notes on September 16, 2013. The significance of this date was that it is a culmination of a gradual process whereby I came to the realization that, rather than being treated as Canada’s treasure in the political class’s much-touted, top-secret, nation-building project, I was in fact being taken for a ride.

 

 

Thursday, October-17-13

 

·         Resumed fasting.

·         I may have to stop fasting. This morning at around 11:15AM, I had my blood pressure taken. It was lower than last week’s (albeit still within the normal range). Naturally I wondered why. After the heath care worker gave me a rundown of possible reasons, I realized that it must have been due to the fact that I had resumed fasting this morning. (I believe my body can snap into a “fasting mode” very quickly, having been “trained” by my fasting routine for years. Indeed, I can recall I always felt cold very quickly after getting up on Monday morning when I was in my fasting routine during previous parliamentary sessions. It was as if my body could anticipate and get prepared for my 5-weekday fasting routine well before the physiological/metabolic effects of actual fasting took place.) Because in my mind, I know that my “fasting whenever the Parliament sits” is public knowledge, I TOLD the two heath care workers that my fasting must have been the reason for my lower blood pressure, in a moment of minor excitement over nailing down the answer. (Curious people always want answers.) Immediately after the conversation, though, I regretted my initial slip of tongue. Now I worry the government might use this as an excuse to lock me up in a mental institution again so as to prevent me from telling my story.

·         Around 11:30AM: Left home for SFU Bby via Skytrain. Minor incident/encounter on the way, probably created by Canadian political class just to distract me.

·         12:51PM: v5 of this doc tweeted.

·         6:45PM: Decided to stop fasting, after some intense debate with myself.

·         8:50PM: Phenomenon: Once I’ve decided to stop fasting, I don’t feel as cold even though I have not had any food.

·         Around 11:00PM: v6 of this doc tweeted.

·         Borrowed another book. Philosophers on Race.

·         While writing the following words at SFU, tried to access my February 13, 2012 Facebook update. But it took forever for my Facebook Notes page to load. Not sure if other people would have the same problem in accessing my Facebook notes.

 

To continue my thoughts from yesterday, although my realization was a gradual process (and prompted by my deteriorating health in the summer), there were some key incidents that made me see through the real relationship between Canadian political class and myself.

 

One such incident was a tweet by Norman Spector on Tuesday, September 10, 2013, where he talked about a Japanese car being “ugly”. I was alerted by this tweet because on the previous (Monday) night, I had attended a Salsa lesson in downtown Vancouver through the website Meet-up, where I had a chance, through class rotation, to dance briefly with a rather beautiful Japanese woman. I figured she was Japanese because she introduced herself as Yoko (or something like that), a very distinct Japanese name.

 

As you probably know from my previous writings, I was very sensitive to the linking of “ugly” and “Japan” because a July 13, 2011 Wall Street Journal editorial had tried to blame me for China’s planned war with Japan by giving wild interpretations to a blog of mine published a year before. (See my Facebook update on February 13, 2012, which can be found via the Timeline function under my September 17, 2011 Note entitled, Saying Goodbye to My Summer.) Because Norman Spector was the chief link between me and the Canadian political class, his tweet linking the two on September 10 was evidently not some kind of fluke.

 

Indeed, for years my home computers were constantly linked to his online activities, especially through Twitter. As a matter of fact, I can see now I had been steered into such a situation so that he could exert maximum influence and control over me on behalf of the Canadian political class. Later I will write, as an illustration, the story on how he steered me into getting rid of my TV set in the summer of 2011. – I used to get many of my news by watching TV, as you probably can see from my earlier writings. It was a lot easier for me to get my news from TV than through reading because English is my second language. – Indeed, I can see now that this tight leash on me had contributed greatly to my deteriorating health. Evidently, this tight leash was also very important to the Canadian political class. That’s why, when I started tapering off reading Spector’s tweets later that week, he chastised me with his last tweet of Sunday, September 15, 2013, which must have been one of the last days, if not the very last one, when I visited his twitter account ever (aside from recent research). His tweet was: “Sounds like you were in an especially big hurry today.” (I did go out of my apartment a lot that day, neglecting his twitter activities.)

 

My online interactions with Spector goes back a long way, I should note. Soon after I took my personal cause online in 2004, he was one of the few Canadian pundits who closely followed my story. I would not say he was a person of integrity, like the late Toronto Star columnist Jim Travers; but I felt he was fair to me, especially when compared with the vast majority of Canadian political class. That’s why when I had a chance to write down my horrible experience at the mental hospital/prison in 2007-2008, he was the only person to whom I sent my letters. (No reply or acknowledgement was ever received.) Put in another way, I placed a very high degree of trust on him. Besides, being a former chief of staff to a Canadian prime minister among other things, he was very knowledgeable and wise at times, especially to a political novice like me.

 

I believe this close online relationship between Spector and me – built on my trust in him and his manipulation of me, as I now know -- was widely known among global political class. That’s why his September 10 tweet concerned me so much. For one thing, he appeared to be suggesting that the reason nothing romantic had happened between me and this Japanese woman the previous night was because I hated Japanese or thought all Japanese were “ugly”. (When in fact I barely had a chance to interact with her [or anybody else, for that matter] because [1] the class so crowded; and [2] my Salsa skills were so poor that I rarely asked other women to dance during the free time after class. Besides, there were a lot of beautiful women in that class that night, as I recall.) For another, Spector’s tweet also raised the possibility that, on or around the time when I published my original blog in the summer of 2010, I might have had an encounter with a Japanese woman without my consciously noticing it, because the word “ugly” now could be used to describe a person.

 

But my biggest concern was that, once my trust in Spector started to erode, I wondered what his real motive was in posting that tweet. By then, my summer reflection had yielded some results. One was about Wall Street Journal and indeed, another U.S.-based news site I frequented, Drudge Report. Because WSJ and Drudge Report are based in the U.S., naturally I had always thought that they represented the views of the American political class. Then I realized over the summer that the messages they sent to me were so tightly coordinated with those sent by Norman Spector and another Chinese language website based in Greater Vancouver (www.creaders.net) that all those four sources had to be coordinated from a single center. And that center could only be the Harper government. Indeed, the wild interpretations of the WSJ editorial in 2011 probably did not reflect the view of the American political class, but that of the Harper government and the Canadian political class.   The wild interpretations of the WSJ editorial in 2011 reflected the views of both the American and Canadian political class.

 

Then, the possibility came to my mind that the real purpose of Spector’s posting that tweet on September 10 was to make it known to me that that wild interpretation of my 2010 blog was in fact the work, at least in part, of the Harper government and the Canadian political class. Of course, I wanted none of such nonsense. That’s why I soon stopped visiting Spector’s twitter altogether. (Indeed, I stopped visiting all these four websites at around the same time. – In the case of WSJ, the message normally appeared on its front pages, not on its website.) When the Harper government saw my reaction, they immediately turned against me harshly. Events and incidents of this past month were essentially about the desperate attempts by the Canadian government and political class to continue exerting control and leash on me and to force me to accept their wild interpretations of my 2010 blog.

 

More to come.

 

 

Friday, October-18-13

 

• Alice Munro: Won’t be able to attend Nobel Prize ceremony
• Noon: Scrawled a paper note on what to write next
• PM: Langara program cancelled + NoFrills
• Late PM run: local library (Internet for 15m)

 

A few notes on yesterday’s writings:

 

Actually, the Harper government and Canadian political class had more than just 4 sources to send me messages. (Of course.) Yesterday I forgot to mention another key source, i.e., major Canadian newspapers, where the messages to me were typically contained on their front pages and then relayed to me by Norman Spector. (You probably guessed it already if you had read my previous writings carefully enough.)

 

 

Saturday, October 19, 2013

 

• AM run: TnT (listened to radio and TV audio on cell phone) (No Internet on cell phone before I went out; had to carry a radio to listen to a local program; was able to listened to Internet content at 10:00AM while out; but it stopped when I was about to enter my building, coming back. First time noticed this.)
• PM run: Trout Lake (Famers Mkt) + 29^th Stn Skytrain + SFU Surrey
• 3:40PM at SFU Surrey: This time, My Facebook Notes page simply stopped its attempt to load. Only showed two notes. But I find I can access my February 13, 2012 update via Timeline in the September 17, 2011 Note entitled: “Saying Goodbye to My Summer”.

 

To continue my writing from yesterday:

 

Of these Canadian newspapers, the most active one was the Globe and Mail. This was likely because I read this paper most often (at various libraries). That’s why the messages from the Globe, unlike those from other papers, were not restricted to its front page. Looking back, I can see that the Harper government and Canadian political class simply took advantage of my habits and preferences. And I am a man of habits. For example, there were a number of websites I visited pretty much on a daily basis for years. That’s why the Harper government turned them into its tools. And the latest newspaper coming to the service of the Canadian political class, as I came to realize just last week, was the local Vancouver Courier, simply because I had a habit of reading its inserted flyers. I will probably write about it later as part of an example of “the desperate attempts by the Canadian government and political class to continue exerting control and leash on me”. But even if I did not have long-lasting habits, there would be no shortage of ways for the political class to send me messages because, frankly, my whole life was, and still is, under their total surveillance and control.

 

Of course, I have always known that I was under tight surveillance by the Canadian as well as the U.S. governments. My recent reflection on my experience of the past few years, coped with my experience in the past month or so as noted here, however, made me realize that the surveillance by the Canadian government was not meant to protect me and the special relationship existed between them and me as I originally thought; I realized it always had an objective of manipulation and control. And the Canadian government can turn the surveillance into an instrument of bullying and sabotage/disruption in a dime, as is the case right now in order to prevent me from telling the truth.

 

Even though I have not had the chance to piece together the events of the past month in writing, you can probably sense from these raw notes the viciousness with which the government is pursuing me now. Of course, this was because the government saw I started to write these notes on September 16. But even before that day, I believe the government was able to see, with its tight surveillance, that I had started to ask questions. That’s probably why Spector posted that September 10 tweet, making it known to me their real plan and hoping to force me to go along with it.

 

 

So here is the story on how I lost my previous TV set.

 

In the summer of 2011, I had a little problem with my TV set. Nothing major; just a picture quality issue (or something like that). After I brought it to a repair shop, Norman Spector sent me a message through Twitter, suggesting that the repair store operator I was dealing with was “one of us”, i.e., an agent of some kind for the Canadian government. The next time …

 

 

Sunday, October 20, 2013

 

• AM run: TnT

 

 

Monday, October 21, 2013

 

• AM run: SFU DT (Coming back, Internet on cell phone stopped when I was about to enter the building, similar to what happened on Saturday. No or very limited Internet on cell while at home, as noted before. Did not think this Internet problem on my cell phone in the past weeks was location-specific.)
• Around 12:45PM: Coming back, surprised to see Telus installation guy at my door. (Install had changed to10AM-12PM Wed 10/23 on Fri 10/04.) Internet and TV installed.
• PM run: Shaw office DT. (Returned modem at 5:00PM.)

 

 

Tuesday, October-22-13

 

• 8:10AM: Used SoundHound on cell phone and the Internet appeared to be running smoothly. Checked out a couple of other apps and they appeared to be fine too. This “no problem with cell phone Internet now” appeared to be an immediate reaction by the government to my morning notes regarding recent problems with cell phone Internet.

 

Just so the average people would know, besides publishing updated versions of this doc periodically on Twitter, I have tried to save intermediate versions as often as possible on my own computer and/or disc. If needed, I will upload these even rawer versions onto the Internet as, for example, v5.1, v5.2, etc., in the future. This way, people will be able to see my whole writing process, close to what spying agencies were able to see, which was in real-time. Then people can see how the governments and political classes reacted to my writing process. For example, the last time I saved this doc was at 7:40AM this morning. So when people compare this version with the 7:40AM version, they can more easily see the government’s reaction to my writings with respect to Internet problems on my cellphone.

 

Indeed, as I am trying to tell my story by keeping these Personal Research Notes, my story also becomes highly interactive. This interactive nature of my story has always been there since a long time ago, I should note. People can see this feature of my story from my previous writings, where I often had to break my articles into two or more parts just so I could deal with the reactions from the political class. Only that this time, this interactive feature is being made more salient by my forced decision to post these notes on Twitter as is, and perhaps more critically, my earlier decision on September 19 to start saving intermediate versions on my computer.

 

I should note that these reactions to my draft writings by the political class, including stealing my ideas before I was able to finish my writing and publish these ideas, have always a big hurdle and annoyance in the course of my writing, as I said many times in my previous writings. But apparently these ruling classes don’t give a damn. What’s more since September 16, the Harper government’s reactions to my keeping these notes have included physical ones, reaching into every facet of my daily life.

 

But that was not the only difficulty in my current writing. The story I am writing is a highly complex one, involving many in the political class and with many sub-stories interwoven with each other. There is probably no easy way to tell it. I may have to constantly get into digressions, and even digression’s digressions. (However, I am confident that in the end, I will have a coherent story to present to the public because truth is inherently coherent.) Moreover, I am not very good at generalizations. I can recount an “event” or an “incident” fairly easily; but to find the most appropriate words to summarize these events is usually a struggle for me due to my poor English. Besides, I only started reflecting my experience of past several years in the summer and I am still in the process of discovering all aspects of my experience where I had been fooled by the Harper government and Canadian political class. I wanted to give enough thoughts before I put pen to paper, especially considering the bad experience I had in the summer over a single mistake I made in the course of my writing. (I still think I should be afforded the same opportunity as any writer to refine, to recalibrate and to correct my own writings.)

 

·         Late PM run: Emily Carr Univ (3^rd class: A Survey and History of Art)

 

 

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

 

• AM run: TnT + Superstore
• PM-Evening: SFU Bby (student club)

 

 

Thursday, October 24, 2013

 

• AM run: Superstore
• PM-Evening: SFU Bby (library + Salsa lesson)
• Borrowed 2 books: (1) The center must not hold : White women philosophers on the whiteness of philosophy (2) Art and aesthetics

 

 

Friday, October-25-13

 

• Bo Xilai: final court appearance
• PM: Langara: Signed in at around 1:40PM. Noticed no set-up for Classical Listening. Asked another volunteer and learned that there would be a special event (performance by a UBC student ensemble) instead. Wondered why I did not get the email notice. Later saw Chelsea (a government agent, as I said before). Did not feel comfortable about the possibility of interacting with her. Told staff that I felt tired and left during the concert.
• Went to bed around 1:00AM. Woke up around 2:30AM. Poor sleep night.

 

 

Saturday, October-26-13

 

• AM run: TnT
• 1:15PM: Have had a horrible day so far. Could not get anything done due to bad sleep last night and being still very upset over yesterday’s incident re the government agent.
• PM run: VPL + TnT + 20

 

 

Sunday, October-27-13

 

• Early morning: some tweets and v7 of this doc
• Evening: SFU Surrey (Tried to tweet this doc at around 7:45PM. TwitPic says it could not access my flash disc. Strange.)

 

While tweeting this AM at home, severe discomfort felt. Could not pinpoint the cause. But serious enough that I had to see a doctor. Was diagnosed with Bell’s Palsy. Very shocked. Got and took medication immediately.

 

Looked into info re Bell’s Palsy online. Disease affects facial nerve. (Jean Chretien has/had it.) My symptoms did match. Still, I am highly suspicious that my latest sickness was the work of the government. This may sound paranoia to average folks. But my now long experience with governments taught me what they are capable of. As a matter of fact, when I tried to update this doc around 4:00PM at home, I felt my symptoms getting worse. Besides, when I wrote and tweeted the previous version of this doc in the evening of October 17 at SFU library, I also felt some extreme, difficult-to-describe discomfort. I had to get out of my seat and pace around for a while, as I recall.

 

Mr. Harper: To stop me from telling my story, you would have to kill me.

 

• 8:05PM: Was able to tweet this doc (v8) with TwitPic’s “simple uploader”.

 

Now, I believe nothing happened to me is a fluke these days. There is a message from the government in this incident. The government is suggesting that I should make things simpler; do as they want; getting into a “relationship” with whoever they fix me with. This message is not new. It is essentially the same message as the one from Drudge Report when I last visited its website. The headline then was: “Easy Takes It” or something like that. (Afterwards, either Jeffrey Simpson or Margaret Wente cracked a nut on this in one of his or her columns.)

 

Evidently the government wanted me to note this incident with TwitPic and to write about its message. Their plan is to fool the public. So let me pose the following to the Canadian people:

 

Imagine you worked for a mafia boss. You were fooled into believing that the way he conducted his business was aboveboard. And you knew his business objective was legitimate, even noble. Then you found out his criminal and indeed, crazy, plan to achieve this objective. You also found out that his plan would cast you as the scapegoat. Of course, you wanted no part of it. But he would not let you go, using all his power as a mafia boss. He created all sorts of incidents to cast you as someone associated with drugs or drug dealing, or even as a petty thief. He sent woman agents to stalk you in order to create the impression that his criminal plan was your idea. He sent thugs to threaten you. He disrupted your sleep. He spread rumors about you wherever you went. He caused you severe sickness. He basically made your whole life miserable. But you knew you couldn’t go back. You had to fight back and the only way to do so was to blow the whistle on him. After you started to do this, he knew that he could not come away clean. So he wanted now to be able to cast you as someone who is at least partly to blame for his proposed criminal act. Sending you messages whenever he could was just one way to create the perception that you are still cooperating with him. He also sent you women WHO WORK FOR HIM AND WHO ARE UNDER HIS TOTAL CONTROL. Would you choose the “easy or simple way” to get involved with them?

 

I don’t think so.

 

That is essentially my situation, sans details.

 

• 11:30PM: v9 of this doc tweeted using TwitPic’s “simple uploader”.

 

 

Monday, October 28, 2013

 

• Run: Dollar store + fields + Pharmacy (eye patch)
• Symptoms of Bell’s Palsy not getting any better; Laid low.

 

 

Tuesday, October-29-13

 

Still not feeling any better. I had better write.

 

Obviously I have a lot of things I need to write about. In fact often times I am so overwhelmed by the task at hand that I don’t know where to begin. Besides, the Harper government appears to give me distractions of a different kind now. Their latest strategy is to utilize what I called “interactive nature” of my story to distract me from getting to the gist of my story. And the gist of my current story is that the fundamental reason behind the difficulty between the Canadian political class and me is the lack of respect on the part of C1P. As I said before, I was fooled into believing that there was a true partnership between C1P and me. Now I realized that not only was all those manipulation and control by C1P over the years was a manifestation of that fundamental disrespect, but also that that fundamental disrespect came from a deeply entrenched racist view of C1P even though they knew I loved Canada.

 

Still, that gist of my story can only be revealed and best demonstrated through the many “incidents” that I need to write. As I said, there is no easy way to tell my story. I may have to go through this process bit-by-bit. So, please be patient with me, especially with the sickness I have right now.

 

Forcing me to defend why I did not just choose the “simple or easy way” was a distraction. (This “do as I want” attitude itself is also a reflection of that fundamental disrespect, I should point out.) Even sending that woman agent to me on Friday afternoon was a distraction because they knew I would write about the connection between the Harper government and C1P and their Chinese counterparts after the final court appearance of Bo Xilai that day in China. That’s part of the reason why I did not publish much last week. In fact, I did not even write anything for about two days before Bo’s final verdict in court for fear of any association that might result between Bo and me, which the Harper government and C1P had been trying to create. Indeed, in the evening of September 15, I got a message on my cell phone suggesting I should aim to publish something on September 22. By that time, my distrust on C1P had grown big enough that I ignored this message. As it turned out, Chinese government later announced that Bo would make a court appearance on that day. This incident itself revealed the closed cooperation between the Harper government and Hu Jintao, the power behind the throne in China. It also revealed the real reason for Harper’s proroguing the Parliament for a month.

 

Yesterday, there were two messages from the Harper government. One came by way of an encounter with a unmarked police car. The two cops made sure I saw them before speeding away. Another was a batch of three emails from Stephanie Kulferst, the volunteering coordinator at the Langara senior care home I worked as a volunteer.

 

The first message was intended to bully. Because I had made plain in my last version of this doc that part of the Harper government’s plan was to portray me as someone associated with drugs or drug dealing, without getting into the details, these two cops’ action was meant to force me get into those detail. To me, this was such a ridiculous idea that writing about it seemed to be a waste of time. But after some thoughts I decided to do this because people can see through these details the length the political class would go just to get the story they want on someone. Some of the incidents also revealed that fundamental disrespect on the part of CIP. So this sub-story may worth my while.

 

The first time I realized C1P’s plan to associate me with drugs was probably on Sunday September 29 when the Toronto Star cracked a nut on its front page with the mention of “crystal meth”. This was in apparent reaction to my update of this doc the day before. (People can access that version titled 0928-2005 in my Google Drive.) In that version of this Personal Research Notes, I started to put my trips to Crystal Mall to these notes. And the primary reason was to remind myself of an incident regarding my cellphone problem that the government had apparently forced on me as part of their effort to slow me down or just to create problems in my daily life. And that problem was that, on Thursday September 26 I had tried to phone my contact at a telecom store in the mall to make sure she was in before I went there. But my cellphone gave me the strange message that the number I was calling in Burnaby was “out of service area”. As it turned out, I almost wasted a trip. (The un-wasted part was that I often treated such “runs” as an exercise. It is pretty much the only exercise I can do now.) And I also noted this was not the first time that I had experienced cellphone problems. For example, on Sunday September 22, when I was supposed to call my contact in downtown West End to buy a HDMI cable, I could not get a cell signal. I had to stand in front of his apartment building, asking every passerby if I could use their phones. – I typically only note a particular problem when a pattern starts emerging, suggesting a conspiracy. (Another related pattern was that, if I discussed my problems with other people, these problems tended to magically disappear right away.)

 

There was nothing untoward in my trips to Crystal Mall and the nearby library. I was merely shopping around for Internet and TV service as I had just purchased a new TV set. As I said, these notes were meant to be for personal use and the whole story had yet to be told. Of course, the Toronto Star, as part of the C1P, knew very well all my activities. For it to then suggest a connection to “crystal meth”, not only was it a smear, it also had a racist tone behind it as the mall is largely housed by merchants of Chinese origin. Given that the Star is a major left-leaning national newspaper, this just showed so vividly that deeply entrenched racist attitude of our political class. (Later John Kerry carried the nut-cracking even further. But that’s another sub-story.)

 

Then came my encounter with “Justine” and his girlfriend at the front entrances of my apartment building in the evening of Wednesday October 1, as I recounted before. It was after that incident that I realized how deep a trap I could have fallen in the early morning hours of Saturday August 17. I don’t know if the real “Justin” deals with drugs. But his appearance certainly could give people such an impression. An impression certainly hoped for by the Harper government and the political class, I should stress. In a sense “Justine” the government agent was merely playing a part. Indeed, I had been given a heads up – by one of our national newspapers, I believe – about the plot I was supposed to follow, namely, I was supposed to snatch his someone’s girlfriend from him. Only that the heads up suggested something much more presentable – nothing related to drugs as such.

 

Then between 2:00 - 3:00AM on August 17, I was woken by a quarrel between a couple just outside my building. The woman was clearly in some kind of distress. I don’t remember any substantive points they made during their loud squabble. Perhaps none was made. I just remember the woman kept yelling: “Justine, are you gonna leave me now?” and one or both of them using the intercom to try to get into my building. Note that I was not privy to their appearance during that first “failed contact”. If I had fallen into this trap of C1P, just imagine the headlines: “Jim Yu snatched girlfriend from drug kingpin”. Then it would have been so much easier to sell to the public their story that the nuclear war in East Asia was my idea.

 

After the encounter of October 1, I realized that the government and C1P was serious in their effort to link me with drugs, not just making some wild insinuation on a newspaper. It was then another recent incident came to my mind, making me realize just how comprehensive the government’s plan was to link me with drugs. On September 16 I received a letter from my bank’s back office in Vancouver, dated September 6, telling me that they had made an adjustment to my account from my September 1 cash deposit of $100 at one of their bank machines. According to the notice, they claimed that I had deposited $165: besides the 5 twenty dollar bills I did deposit, they claimed that I had also deposited 3 ten dollar bills and 7 five dollar bills. This notice got me perplexed because for one, I did not think that I had made any mistake at a bank machine in all my life; for another, I knew I did not have that many fives in my wallet if not ever, certainly not on that day. As a matter of fact, I even remembered where my twenties came from: I had returned a used computer to a store on August 22. I had not spent much cash in between and I simply did not like to carry a bulge wallet around.  That’s why I made the cash deposit on September 1. Anyways, I straightened out this matter with my bank on September 17, the day after I received their letter, not knowing then this was a work of the Harper government.

 

I wondered how the government could have even thought of associating me with drug dealing. It occurred to me that the closest association between me and drugs was those psychiatric medications I had accumulated over the years. That’s why I did a partial “inventory check” first thing in the morning of the next day October 2.  Everything appeared to be accounted for. Then the following day October 3 we heard Harper’s minister of health, Rona Ambrose, announced a new regulation that “stops doctors from prescribing dangerous drugs” and “to take heroin out of the hands of addicts, not to put it into their arms”. These rhetoric was clearly aimed at bullying me again. (Later, perhaps facing criticism over her policy, she said something like: “I respect that” in a contrite tone, revealing that the Harper government and political class knew the root cause of our problem, i.e., that fundamental disrespect.)

 

More to come.

 

• Evening: Had problem w www.cwbgj.com again. Could not tweet this doc.
• Evening: Doctor’s. More meds prescribed.
• Evening: Skipped 4^th class at Emily Carr: A Survey and History of Art

 

 

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

 

• AM run: NoFrills
• PM-Evening: SFU Surrey + Mall

 

 

Thursday, October 31, 2013

 

• AM run: Superstore + PriceSmart Foods
• 12:00PM: v10 of this doc tweeted using TwitPic’s normal uploader.
• Lunch: butter chicken & rice, Samosa
• PM run: TnT

 

WTF:

 

1. We have images consistent with alleged crack video: Toronto Police Chief Bill Blair, CTV News
2. Cocaine-stuffed pumpkins found at Montreal airport, Canadian Press (“The Canada Border Services Agency says a woman was arrested today with three pumpkins in her luggage at Montreal's Trudeau International Airport.”)
3. Cross-border drug tunnel in San Diego equipped with rail system; 8 tons of marijuana seized, Associated Press  (“A tunnel designed to smuggle drugs from Tijuana, Mexico, to San Diego was equipped with lighting, ventilation and an electric rail system, U.S. authorities said Thursday, making it one of the most sophisticated secret passages discovered along the U.S.-Mexico border.”)
4. West End gang members charged with conspiracy and drug trafficking, Montreal Gazette (“Three men were charged with conspiracy and drug trafficking at the Montreal courthouse Thursday afternoon…”)

 

 

Friday, November 1, 2013

 

• AM run: Joyce Stn + Kingsway
• Bell’s Palsy completely ruined my smile
• Raining
• PM run: neighbourhood
• Chinese authorities released “details” re Tiananmen terror attack in a format extremely similar to these notes (“timeline of events”). A Chinese media outlet produced a graphic re Tiananmen terror attack in a format extremely similar to these notes (“timeline of events”) based on “details” released by the Chinese authorities.

 

“What the fuck?!”

 

That’s my immediate reaction upon reading the news late last night that Toronto police had given a news conference earlier that day, confirming mayor Rob Ford “crack video” as originally reported by the Toronto Star in May. It was apparently the biggest news of the day in Canada. It also garnered quite a lot of international attention.

 

At first I thought the Toronto police news conference must have taken place after I had tweeted the last version of this doc at around noon local time yesterday. After some research, I was even more shocked to learn that it actually took place hours before I posted my doc. In addition, I also found a bunch of drug-related stories for the day, as listed above, including one from the U.S. by the Associated Press. All of these made me feel stupid, for not following the news.

 

 

Saturday, November 2, 2013

 

• Raining

• PM run: Walmart + Superstore

 

So, why did I stop following Canadian news? As I said in v.9 of this doc, this was because I sensed the Canadian political class was trying to send me messages through the many news outlets and programs they controlled, in a bid to create the impression that I was still cooperating with them. Their ultimate goal was to portray me in public as someone who was at least partly to blame for the coming nuclear war in East Asia, now that I had started telling my story and they knew they could not dump the blame squarely on me.

 

Of course, it’s really annoying and indeed, unsettling, to have to be bombarded with all those messages while getting my news. And I did need to know my news. Not only had it become part of my daily life, but reporting on the reactions of the political class should be an integral part of this “highly interactive” story. And the only way for me to know the reactions of the political class to my notes was to follow the news. For example, if I had not heard Rona Ambrose’s rhetoric about prescription medications on the news, I would not have been able to present as comprehensive a sub-story as I had on the Harper government’s efforts to frame me in drugs and drug dealing, letting along providing direct evidence that the government knew very well that the lack of respect was at the root of the problem between them and me.

 

Here I will give a few examples to illustrate why it was so annoying or unsettling for me to be at the receiving end of Canadian political class’s messages.

 

After the government shut down my home Internet on October 2, naturally I relied more on CBC Radio’s news broadcast. (I preferred CBC stations to other news radio mostly because of CBC’s commercial-free format. As a matter of fact, for many many years I had set all my radio dials to CBC Radio One, not because I needed to, but because I had to. Perhaps because of the solitary life I was living, I found I often could not fall asleep WITHOUT the radio on. And I could not rely on CBC Radio Two because the tempo of the music might change. And I could not rely on other talk/news stations because of the commercials. Our political class certainly knew this “weird” and indeed, sad, habit of mine. Even today, I use VCDs of various lectures or stories to help me fall asleep.) Almost immediately, the political class started to send me messages there, especially during the morning hourly news because they knew I often woke up with CBC Radio One still on. The news presenter would then just taunt me. For example, if I had had a bad day (due to the viciousness with which the government was pursuing me) and noted it as such in this doc, CBC’s news presenter would say at the end of his news broadcast the next morning something like: “Hope you have a better day today.”  As a result, I found I almost became nervous listening to CBC radio news because you never knew what they were going to say to you.

 

Going back to my notes, I could see that it was in the evening of Sunday October 6 that I started to set my radio dials to other stations because I noted “good music all night”. -- Instead of setting my dial to CBC music, I decided to make use of my DVD player. -- Indeed, I can recall which incident served as the last impetus that impelled me to make my determination to stay away from CBC news. It was CBC’s reporting of John Kerry’s nut-cracking (“crystal clear”) on Saturday October 5. I will get to the sub-story related to John Kerry a bit later. For now, let me just say that it was this incident that made me reflect on my past experience with the Harper government and Canadian political class and sense that the messages they sent to me perhaps always had an element of “manipulation and control”. Indeed, as recently as on Saturday morning October 26, CBC tried to manipulate my emotion with the following in its news broadcast: “It is emotional. And it is real.” (I paraphrase these apparent nuts-cracking from my writing: “It’s concrete. It’s real.”) This was after they saw via close surveillance that I had an extremely bad night of sleep due to the unexpected encounter with that woman agent for the federal government on Friday afternoon. Note that I had tried to ignore this incident by noting it down as unemotionally as possible Friday night in this doc. But falling asleep was, and still is, one of my biggest weakness. As I said, the goal of the political class in dispatching this woman agent and later, in inducing me to write about the incident, was to distract me from getting to the gist of this story, i.e., that fundamental disrespect and the underlying racist attitude on the part of our political class. (I should note that there was another annoying incident on bus No. 20 in the afternoon of October 26, similar to the one on Skytrain on October 17.)

 

But the most unsettling aspect of being at the receiving end of the political class’s messages was their apparent intention to create the impression that I was still cooperating with them. Here I will use CBC’s Evan Solomon, host of Power and Politics (TV) and The House (radio), as an example. I had been following Canadian politics long enough to know that Mr. Solomon was NOT “in the loop” with respect to my file. That’s why I continued to listen to his radio program as late as on Saturday morning October 19, as I implied in these notes. Then on Monday October 21, Telus installed my Internet and TV services for me -- two days ahead of the scheduled appointment, I should point out. Because CBC News Network was in the basic TV package I subscribed, naturally I watched this news channel a lot in the days after the installation. Then either on Wednesday October 23 or on Thursday October 24, Solomon came on to Peter Mansbridge’s The National, saying something about “nuclear” in commenting on the ongoing Senate scandals. Immediately I got the feeling that Solomon had now been turned into someone “in the loop” and he was trying to pre-empt what I was about to disclose. That’s why I stopped watching this TV channel afterwards. Indeed, ever since Friday October 25 (or possibly one day earlier), I have decided to avoid all Canadian mainstream news sources – TV, radio, newspaper and Internet.

 

As you can imagine, it is not easy to completely turn out of all mainstream news messages from C1P, especially those embedded in news coverage, when you are living in a Canadian city your life is under their control. For example, the reason I heard a couple of minutes of news from CBC radio on Saturday morning October 26 was due to a failure to set the dial of that particular radio away from CBC the day before. And the reason I stumbled on this latest drug-related news on Rob Ford was because I did some Internet research last Friday night. But just imagine how stupid I felt reading that Rob Ford news online. If I had followed news as I normally would over the years, I would have known about the Toronto police news conference earlier that day. And I would certainly have not published my notes – updating government’s attempts to frame me in drugs or drug-dealing, no less – on the same day. Just when I thought I had presented a solid case of government framing of me with tons of details, Toronto Star – the newspaper originally first insinuated a drug connection to me -- got a huge boost to its credibility with respect to the Rob Ford drug story.

 

Indeed, because the political class knew I had stayed away from Canadian news (and I pretty much said so in my October 27 update), I felt I had indeed fallen into their trap. The encounter with those two cops on Monday morning October 28 was meant to steer me into writing about the drug sub-story. After I finished writing the story in the evening of October 29, however, I found that I could not publish it on Twitter because the Chinese website www.cwbgj.com, which converts text into picture, did not work for me again. Then there was another encounter with a police car when I came back to my apartment building in the morning of October 30. When I finally uploaded my story to the Internet on October 31, I was met with massive propaganda on mainstream media to counter the many facts-and-logic in my writing. That’s why we not only saw the Rob Ford story that day, we also saw a number of other drug-related ones, including the one from the United States. Indeed, the whole thing smelled a coordinated trap set up by political classes in three countries – Canada, China and United States. The Chinese authorities even compared me with terrorists, releasing “details” of the recent Tiananmen terror attack yesterday in a format extremely similar to these notes of mine.  This above sentence is factually wrong because of my rather cursory reading of the news at the time. The Chinese authorities did NOT release details of the terror attack “in a format extremely similar to these notes of mine”. I was mostly struck by the extremely similar format of a graphic produced by CCTV News, a Chinese state media. And I don’t believe CCTV was comparing me with terrorists, based on its political leaning. There was though an implied message to me in its graphic published on Twitter. And that message could only be that, because I had said on Twitter that the Chinese government was behind the recent Boston marathon bombings, this Tiananmen terror attack was revenge by the U.S. government.

 

 

Sunday, November 3, 2013

 

• Sunny
• PM run: TnT
• Late PM run: Olympic Village + NoFrills

 

I have been thinking about this latest setback in my efforts to get my story out. Obviously I looked stupid; but that was not totally unexpected, frankly. I had long ago learned that, when compared to an individual, the resource that can be deployed by a government or a political class is almost limitless. When several governments and political classes work together against me, I cannot possibly expect to have an easy way to get my story out. After all, from the viewpoint of the political class, you are not who you are; you are what they portray you to be.

 

Indeed, it was probably because they felt that I had offended their sense of entitlement and privilege that they decided to teach me a lesson with this elaborate and coordinated trap. I can almost hear them saying: “How dared you publish your story this way so that every Joe or Jane could see this ‘highly interactive’ nature of your story? It has always been our rights and privilege to be able to spy on you and take advantage of that information so gathered about you.  You want to know what a really ‘interactive’ story looks like? We can steer you into writing a particular subject, control the timing of your publication and make you look like a fool.” 

 

There is no easy choice ahead of me as I still have a number of sub-stories I need to write about. And I do not want to go back to following Canadian news because I really do not want to be manipulated, bullied or otherwise unsettled by all those embedded messages from our political class. My best bet is probably to taper down the interactive nature of my story a bit and to perhaps publish the rest of my story all at once.

 

• 11:15PM: Had problem w www.cwbgj.com again. Took forever for it to convert.

 

 

Monday, November 4, 2013

 

• PM run: VPL + SFU DT
• Evening: Doctor’s
• Evening: Same problem w www.cwbgj.com as last night. Could not tweet this doc.

 

 

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

 

• AM run: Superstore
• AM run: SFU DT
• PM: Emily Carr University (5^th class: A Survey and History of Art)
• Evening: When trying to open BBC World Service (radio) on the TuneIn app of my cellphone, directed to talkSPORT instead. First time noticed this problem was probably last Thursday Oct 31.
• 11:15PM: Still had problem w www.cwbgj.com. When trying to convert, “this page can’t be displayed”.

 

 

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

 

• AM run: Kingsway (haircut)
• PM run: local library + SFU Bby

 

 

Thursday, November 7, 2013

 

• AM run: TnT

 

 “Wow. Is there more than one mole (for the federal government) in my art class?”

 

That’s my immediate thought upon seeing some of the reactions to my finally talking in the art class that I attended Tuesday evening November 5. Indeed, it was the 5^th lesson of A Survey and History of Art class at the Emily Carr University of art + design and the 4^th time that I attended. (I missed one last Tuesday due to Bell’s Palsy.) But it was the very first time that I spoke. I had been holding off my participation in the classroom discussions for a long time. Indeed, it was almost unbearable sitting in the class for all those times without uttering a single word.

 

I signed up for this continuing education course for my personal interest. One good thing coming out of my realization that I had been kept on a tight leash by the Canadian political class was that I actually felt freer. This despite of all the heavy-handed tactics applied on me by the federal government and Canadian political class in an apparent effort to regain their control. So, if I wanted to change my hairstyle, I could just do that. If I wanted to try some red wine (which I had always wanted to), I did not have to check if it was okay with them. And since I had always had an interest in the history of western art and music, I looked into these courses offered in Vancouver area back in September.    

 

Initially my plan was to take a music course, Music Appreciation I, with Vancouver School Board. But I encountered some obstacles with respect to registration, as can be seen from these notes. In the end, I was told by VSB that their course on the history of western music was cancelled due to insufficient enrollment. Not sure whether such an outcome was the work of the federal government, I decided to enroll in this Emily Carr course on the history of western art at the last minute – just a couple of hours before the start of the first class on October 8, as a matter of fact. As it turned out after the first class, I realized after the first class that at least two government agents had already enrolled in this class. In some ways, this was not completely surprising as I had learned that the federal government had me under such a close surveillance and knew me so well that they could very easily predict my move (in this case, to enroll in this particular course). What I found surprising was that these two agents appeared to be working against each other. Or at least one of them was actively working against the other.

 

 

Friday, November 8, 2013

 

• AM run: TnT + Army & Navy
• PM run: Langara: program cancelled + NoFrills

 

The reason I noticed those two women during that 1^st class was perhaps because both of them wanted to draw my attention. They indeed had a lot in common. Both were young, Asian looking and smartly dressed. And they both were consuming some kind of snack and/or beverage freshly purchased from downstairs. Looking back, I can see that this was no coincidence. Although I don’t think they talked to each other, they nevertheless ended up using the same tactics to make me conscious about myself.

 

This was because I rarely buy meals or snacks when I am out. Indeed, if I plan to be out for any extended period of time during the day, I typically pack my own lunch and/or snack. I knew for a fact that this habit of mine, together with my other frugal habits, had been sneered at by our political class. Indeed, just the day before, I had even gotten the uncomfortable feeling that someone might have taken picture(s) of me while I was having my lunch at SFU downtown campus. (It was Monday October 7. I brought my own lunch box to SFU downtown. Soon after I sat down to eat in a small empty lounge area, a guy came and sat near me. Although he appeared to be looking at and, through an earpiece, listening to his cellphone, I got the feeling he was taking pictures of me. Indeed, his actions were quite strange in that he sat there for a brief while, went away, and came back again to sit at the same spot and do the same things with his cellphone, again very briefly. It was as if he was not satisfied with the picture(s) taken during his first try. Note that this was around the time when I noticed that “I seemed to have encountered too many people on the streets trying, intentionally or otherwise, to include me in their pictures”.)

 

Asides from drawing my attention, these two women did not appear to be “on the same team” though. One of them - with a Chinese-sounding last name of Lim or Ling (according to the instructor) and who came in late to the class and sat right beside me - seemed to be particularly concerned that I was going to pay too much attention to the other woman. She also gave me the appearance of being really bored of the lecture, as if telling me that I had made a mistake by signing up with this course. As for the other woman, whose first name sounded like Gigi (according to the instructor), she apparently wanted very much to make contact with me. During the class break, she almost “bumped into” me in the building a couple of times. Especially for the last “encounter”, it was obvious that she was in fact waiting for me to catch up with her in the hallway so that we would end up going back to the classroom together. I had to pretend that I was distracted by a poster outside a faculty’s office and did not see her. She waited quite some time in the hallway before giving up. (I should note that Lim became visibly more relaxed and indeed, much more engaged with the class in the second half of the lecture, perhaps as a result of my ignoring Gigi during the break. She even volunteered an explanation to the instructor and the class about her changing behaviour at the end of the lecture. But it was obvious to me that she did so to cover up her real mission here at the class. – I feel the Chinese phrase yu gai mi zhang (欲盖弥彰) would be a very apt one to describe Lim’s behaviour, as people can see from this incident and indeed, when I reveal more details about her later.)

 

At that time, I had become quite wary about women, and especially Japanese looking women, whom I met in those situations. On October 17, I wrote about my September 9 encounter with a Japanese woman named Yoko in a Salsa class and how the Canadian political class, through the tweet of Norman Spector the following day, had tried to use that incident to suggest that a nuclear war with Japan was my idea. Indeed, after that encounter with Yoko, there had been two more similar incidents involving Japanese looking women, who I now believe were all sent by the federal government for the purpose of creating the impression that a nuclear war with Japan was my idea. Here I will go into the details of those incidents so as to provide some background to my interactions with Gigi.

 

After I read Spector’s tweet on September 10, naturally I thought about the identity of Yoko. Granted, she could just be an innocent Japanese person or an innocent Japanese Canadian, who happened to be at the Salsa lesson that I attended in the evening of September 9. But I could not discount the possibility that she could be an agent for the Japanese government (in which case, likely with the knowledge and/or cooperation of the Canadian government), or even an agent for the Canadian government itself. There was no way for me to know for sure. That’s why, when I next saw a similar Salsa lesson on the website Meet-up, I purposefully did not sign up for it because I knew my Internet activities were monitored and I wanted to avoid being followed by government agents. I only wrote down the time and location of the Salsa lesson on a piece of paper. Although I knew from my previous experience that my handwriting could be observed by the federal and perhaps other foreign governments, not signing up formally at least gave me the option of only revealing my intention at the very last minute. (As you probably can tell, I was very interested in Salsa dancing. Not only was it one of the few activities that I really enjoyed, I had also wished that I could meet someone truly special through this social activity. It was probably around this time in September that I realized that, of all the stupid things I had done, perhaps the most stupid one was that I had trusted the federal government and Canadian political class to find me a girlfriend. I will need to go into a major digression to reveal how the federal government and political class had actively sabotaged my potential romantic relationship with ordinary Canadian women, as I came to realize it gradually. For now, let me just say that with the realizations that I had on the true nature of my relationship with Canadian political class, I was ever more longing for a loving relationship -- not only to make up for the lost years of my precious youth and to enhance my personal health, happiness and fulfillment, but also to potentially stop the government from sending female agents to pursue and harass me again.)    

 

 

Saturday, November 9, 2013

 

• AM run: Superstore x 2

 

It was around noon on Saturday September 28 that I attended the Salsa lesson at a New Westminster dance studio, having scrawled down the time and location of the class. I was a bit late for the class. Two women came in even after I did and they chose a spot right behind me. It was fairly crowded in the studio so I was not that alarmed when one of them bumped into me from behind. Indeed, since I did not know at the time that at least one of them was a government agent, I actually took it her bumping into me as a compliment that she bumped into me. Later during rotation, I heard her introducing herself as Mai and thought that she was probably of Southeast Asian origin. It would be after the class that I sensed something was not right about them. Firstly, when I got back to the dance floor after the class break, I happened to change my spot in the class circle before the resumption of the lesson. I noticed that they also changed their spots. Although I could not be sure if they did so to follow me, their changed spot did give them a quicker chance to dance with me. Then after the class, I had already left the studio, crossed the street and was walking south when they jaywalked through traffic to my side of the street and cut right in front of me.    

 

It was then that I sensed something was not right about them. Once I became suspicious that I had been followed by government agent(s), I felt I was between a rock and a hard place. If I did not interact with them, the political class would say that it was proof again that I thought all Japanese people are “ugly”. But if I chose to interact with them, things could become even more complicated for me because they worked for the government and they could at least put words into my mouth on order of the government, among other things they could potentially do. That’s why I immediately turned around and walked away from them in the opposite direction. It would be later at home that I confirmed through the Meet-up website that at least one of them was indeed Japanese with the name of Kei (not Mai as I heard). (I barely remembered anything about the other woman.)

 

A week later, there was another incident involving two Asian looking women. This time it happened on pubic transit. I was sitting at a corner seat of the Skytrain, on my way to SFU Surrey campus on Saturday evening October 5 when they boarded the train probably at one of the Burnaby or New Westminster stations. They came right in front of me and stood there talking to each other, apparently trying to draw my attention. By then I had become extremely sensitive to being followed by Asian looking female agents. So I pretended that I did not see them, looking only at my cellphone. Indeed I did not even lay my eye on them for what appeared to be a long time on the Skytrain. (Note 20131110: As I recall, while I was focusing on my cellphone, I also received, via the app that the government normally sent me messages, (a) message(s) of a sexual nature, which made me even more uneasy and uncomfortable.) That’s why I did not know if they were the same pair that I had met at the New Westminster studio. On my way out of the Skytrain at Surrey Central, they followed me out. One of them even kicked one of my heels from behind. Even with that apparent provocation, I did not look back. I just wanted to stay away from government agents. (Note 20131110: My memory of this particular incident was obviously preoccupied by my unpleasant feeling while sitting at that corner seat on Skytrain. More details emerged today as I dug deeper into my memory. I do remember now that it was fairly crowded when I boarded the Skytrain in Vancouver that evening. And I did not immediately get that seat at the corner. These two women probably boarded the train while I was still standing, contrary to what I wrote yesterday. Then they followed me after I got my seat. That’s when I became suspicious of being stalked.)

 

 

Sunday, November 10, 2013

 

I probably should go into two minor digressions first before coming back to the events in the art class. One digression would provide some context to some of my recent tweets. The other would show the length the federal government and Canadian political class had gone to cast me as someone responsible for the nuclear war in East Asia.  

 

Even though I had pretended I did not see these female agents or did not know who they were, encounters like these obviously made me extremely upset. Indeed, it was mostly because of this incident on Skytrain that      

 

• Noon run: NoFrills
• John Kerry re Iran nuclear negotiation in Geneva: “We are not blind, and I don't think we're stupid.”

 

 

Monday, November 11, 2013 (Remembrance Day)

 

• AM run: TnT
• PM run (sunny): PriceSmart Foods + Superstore

 

Forget for now about the digressions I had planned. I have to respond first to John Kerry’s nuts-cracking yesterday: “We are not blind, and I don't think we're stupid.”  

 

First of all, Mr. Kerry said those words in the context of the P5+1 nuclear negotiations with Iran in Geneva. I don’t know what’s the connection, if any, those negotiations had with me. As you all know, I have not followed the news as much as I wanted recently. Perhaps there wasn’t any and Mr. Kerry, just like the Canadian political class, just wanted to unsettle me with his annoying message.

 

Mr. Kerry seemed to have two axes to grind against my recent writings: one was about my pretended blindness when stalked by suspected female agents of the federal government; the other was about my self-pronounced stupidity for having allowed the Canadian political class to get into the most intimate of my personal affairs. Mr. Kerry’s comments were deeply offensive on many levels and I will try to get to them one by one.

 

But let me hold my emotions and deal with the less offensive ones first. Indeed, since there would be additional “pretended blindness” in the ensuring events in my art class, continuing writing this part of my story would at least give me a chance to finish a sub-story.

 

 

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

 

As I wrote before, I knew that agents of various governments had tried to approach me and I made clear that such approaches were not welcome. Indeed one might say that I have a natural aversion to interacting with government agents. The reason that I ignored Gigi was not so much because of Lim’s “discouragement”, but more because of my suspicion aroused by Gigi’s strange behaviour. However, as I reflected on the behaviours of both Gigi and Lim after that first class, what struck me most was, of course, that they appeared to be working against each other. Then That’s when the possibility came to my mind that they could be working for two different governments. Then I noticed on the news that a high-ranking Japanese official complained that, at the ASEAN Summit held in Brunei on October 9-10, there was not even eye contact or communication between the Chinese and Japanese leaders. (I did some research on Saturday but could not find more details about this piece of news.) It appeared that this Japanese government source was describing exactly what happened between Gigi and me in and around the art class here in Vancouver on Tuesday evening October 8. It was then that it dawned on me that Gigi was an agent for the Japanese government. Which also explained the nervousness of Lim, the Canadian government agent, during the first half of the lecture. The federal government was really worried that I might end up developing a relationship with Gigi. (It was also then that I realized that those Asian looking women sent to stalk me in Salsa class and on public transit must have been Canadian government agents. This realization of mine was reflected in the “summary” I wrote on October 27.)

 

Indeed, if I developed a relationship with Gigi, the wild interpretation of the federal government that I somehow hated Japanese or thought that all Japanese were “ugly” would automatically become bankrupt. Such a move would not only render pointless federal government’s vicious blame game, it might also help avoid a nuclear war in East Asia if I still had enough influence on the Chinese government. That’s when I started to think about responding to Gigi during the next art class. It was based on these thinking that I overcame my natural aversion to interacting with any government agents and decided to make contact with Gigi the following Tuesday evening.

 

However, when I struck a conversation with her after the second class on Tuesday evening October 15, I was completely shocked by her response -- she started to talk to me in flawless Chinese. This was so unexpected that I immediately called off my plan because my plan was based entirely on the assumption that she was a Japanese government agent. Indeed, just before the 3^rd class on Tuesday October 22, I saw her again in the college library. She lingered around for quite a while, apparently hoping to interact with me again. But I pretended that I did not see her. As a matter of fact, I stayed in the library past 6:30PM (when the class starts) just to make sure that I would not end up catching up with her in the hallway to the classroom.

 

This long sub-story on my art class so far was originally meant to tell you that, until I broke my silence in class last Tuesday November 5, I had always thought that there was only one mole for the federal government, i.e., Ms. Lim. As you probably guessed, the reason for my biting my tongue was because I was afraid that Ms. Lim would put words into my mouth and tell story about me on behalf of her master -- the federal government and Canadian political class. Boy, was I proven right immediately I started speaking.

 

I was merely asking a question of the instructor. As I said before, I was very interested in learning about Western art. Yet I have never taken a course on it, letting along any formal training. As such, I really had a lot of questions I could have asked the instructor during the previous lessons. It was really unbearable to have to hold back my participation in the classroom discussions. Yet, immediately after I spoke, Lim became visibly more excited, apparently thinking that an opportunity had finally come to create controversies about me. Later, perhaps realizing her overt excitement, she raised some questions about “oriental” culture or “oriental” art to try to dial it back or cover up the fact that she was a government mole planted there to create problems for me.

 

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This just proved my original intuition that there is absolutely no point for me to interact with government agents. Kerry  blind

 

 

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

 

• AM run: SFU DT
• PM-evening: SFU Bby

 

 

Thursday, November 14, 2013

 

What the scene of my art class after I finally broke my silence on Tuesday November 5 reminded of was the scene on a Canada Line commuter train in the afternoon of Friday October 4.

 

I use the word “scene” because that the federal government had turned the whole two-car train into an elaborate stage where they knew I would be walking into. To set up that stage, all they had to do was to time my arrival at the Canada Line and make sure every agent take his or her position perhaps a couple of stops before the station I would board the train. They were able to achieve this because they had me under tight surveillance and they knew I had to volunteer volunteered at a senior care home every Friday afternoon. Apparently their goal was, as always, to elicit some kind of reaction from me as proof that the nuclear war in East Asia was my idea.

 

It was very fortunate in that I happened to be listening to a podcast from my cellphone on my train ride and therefore, I did not really pay as much attention to the great performance that the federal government had put on just for me that afternoon. The leading actor of that day was apparently a middle-aged woman playing the role of a mentally deranged. She walked from one end of the train to another, shouting something along the way. I was standing in the middle of the train, somewhere very close to the narrow pathway connecting the two cars. Because I was listening to a podcast through an earpiece, I really did not pay attention to what she was yelling. Looking back, I can see that she must have been really frustrated at my ignoring her performance because, with great velocity one of her hands grabbed the bar I was leaning on when she went past me for the nth time. Indeed, her hand came towards me with such speed that for a split second, I thought she was attacking me. Now I know, of course, that she was merely drawing my attention because Canada Line train usually runs very smoothly and she really had no need to use that bar to assist her to walk to begin with, letting along doing so with such force or speed.

 

Still, I decided to give her more space because I thought she was mentally ill and she was still walking back and forth. So I moved away from the narrow pathway. It was then that I started to pay attention to what she was yelling: “Don’t wake up that man …” And I also started to pay attention to my surroundings and noticed a few passengers looked at me quite intently. Indeed, they looked at me in such a way that made me conscious that they were looking at me, yet they did not show any emotions on their faces. By then I was ready to get off the train, though. Therefore I was not fully cognizant of the elaborate set-up I was in all those time on the commuter train.

 

Later in the afternoon, I read an email on my cell phone from Edward Yuen, one of the organizers at Meet-up’s Vancouver charter, where he apparently cracked some nuts of my writings. His email started with the following sentences: “The leaves don't lie, summer is over and fall is finally here. Hope everyone had a fair share of the sun while it lasted.” Despite the apparent nuts-cracking, I did not immediately realize that he sent the email on behalf of the federal government. Because I had signed up with Meet-up with my Facebook account, I thought perhaps people could have access to my online publications if they wanted to. (I am still not sure about this, though.) I remember I kinda smiled after reading his email because I thought his nuts-cracking were innocent and therefore a bit amusing.

 

Indeed, his opener, “the leaves don’t lie”, was apparently a nut-cracking of my tweet just the day before on October 3: “Leaves are starting to fall”. His reference to “a fair share of the sun while it lasted” also reminded me of my July 2 posting, A Reflection on My Canadian Experience, where I reminisced my first impressions of Vancouver and indeed, Canada, when I came here from China in a September day  more than 20 years ago, “catching the tail end of summer”.   

 

It would be after I pieced the two incidents together that I realized what an elaborate set-up the government had staged for me. Indeed, I was lucky that afternoon not only because I was listening to a podcast, but also because I read Yuen’s email after the show the government had put on for me on that Canada Line commuter train. If I had read Yuen’s email and then paid attention to that woman’s performance, I would have been more likely to be reminded right away of my blog post, Summer Hibernation, which people had given a nuclear interpretation and caused a fair bit of controversy years ago. Then the many federal agents on the train disguised as regular passengers would have been very likely observed be able to observe the uneasiness such a realization would have very likely caused me because, as I said before (and as the government surely knew), self-consciousness is a man’s great enemy. (I should note that most of emails coming from Meet-up would land in the “Social” folder of my Gmail account. Yet Yuen’s email landed in my “Primary” folder that afternoon. Apparently the government wanted me to read it right away.)

 

I should note that I had dealt with that controversy related to my blog, Summer Hibernation, in a very comprehensive and conclusive way many many years ago. The fact that the federal government even thought about using it again just to elicit my reaction showed that there is just one phrase to describe Harper government and it has to be in Chinese: 无赖.