Ryan Paul

Are People Really That Dense?

It should be common sense that explosives can injure people directly and indirectly. Most educated people, and non-educated but savvy people would know that the blast of explosives in rock could cause glass to break into deadly shards…

chips and lumps of rock can be hurtled through the air at deadly speed, killing anyone who was stupid enough to walk close by. But what if someone did walk close by… but didn’t know about it?

If a person had got hurt because they were unaware of explosive blasting was being performed during the course of building the water plant… would the person responsible have faced up to their responsibility? Do you think they would have been a real man and admitted they messed up? Hell no of course they wouldn’t… had a legal situation crept up, it would have been a chiefly case of tail between the legs, and letting someone else deal with it.

How can any normal person say that when explosives are being used in a residential area it is NOT a safety hazard? HELLO? BOMBS? EXPLOSIVES? DEAD PEOPLE? HOW DENSE PEOPLE SEEM TO GET ON THIS RESERVE AMAZES ME EVERY DAMN DAY.

I only wish I had not of known blasting was going on, walked past, got hurt and had the justification to take everything a moron has. Not doing your job is always a bad thing… but when the potential for people to die, in a literal explosive situation, that’s just plain fukked up.

That’s a real leader… someone who puts your life in danger because they’re too lazy to let people know you could get caught in an explosion… HA!

What I Preach And How I Live

I’m quite aware that most of the time the way I live isn’t in line with the philosophy I like to remember. However here’s a start…

To the person who posted the comment about my daughter – to verbally assault a baby who didn’t live the way you did was the action of a coward. I know you are a coward as you did not have courage to face me, and after today I won’t give you the honor of mentioning your presence in my blog anymore – just know this… I know who you are. Do not ask me for anymore favours.

Every day I am reminded that I do not belong where I am. Every day I am reminded about all the great things about England, that I never realised existed until I left.ƒâ€š Every day I wish I could just pack my bags and take off back to England.

I’ve always had problems relating to women. Whether it manifest as shyness, or weirdness or intimidation – it’s always been there. That’s thanks to Myra Anscombe from Southborough, Kent, England. I remember one time with my best friend Susie (before she was my best friend)… she and I were up in my apartment with a buddy of ours called Mark. We were larking around with pillows – all in good fun – we ended up wrestling and I held her down by her arms for about five seconds. Thinking nothing of it I just went on about my day. The next day Mark told me that Susie got scared of me because I had a weird look in my eye. I was totally crushed. Eventually Susie realised that I didn’t mean nothing by it, but still to this day about nine years later that event bothers me.

All of my former girlfriends have done me over or have been unproductive relationships. One I met in a psychiatric children’s ward… I loved her for a long long time. We were never really together but I loved her for about eight years after I last saw her. Another I met in that same ward… she was half decent.. a complete and total nymphomaniac who had to have it all the time. Sad that she’ll never amount to much. The next was my former wife. Suffice to say that was a complete mistake I made choosing a highly insecure woman with control issues, when I was at an emotionally vunerable point in life.

The next cheated on me – which didn’t help my opinion of women generally. It was this woman that made me go through an intensive period of hating America, it’s values, it’s citizens and everything it stands for. Note – I do not classify indigenous people as part of their respective colonised lands. Luckily I mostly got over that.

My current woman has some serious problems too. Our relationship is tumultuous to say the least, but she’ll always have one up on everyone else because she’s blessed me with two beautiful children.

Literating about my current and previous female interests is to show that all the people who have screwed me over in life and done me wrong have been female – that includes my mother – so it’s comforting for me to find solace and true friendship in a woman: my best friend Susie Gardiner.

Life Is Too Fukking Short

Do you morons out there hear me?ƒâ€š  Do I have your attention? All you wankers who get mad over stupid crap?ƒâ€š  All of you tossers who get insecure about your flame’s former flames ?

We are only put on this earth for a relatively short time and I’ve just realised it’s making me madder then ever.

I just found out today that someone in the stepfamily tried to commit suicide because of depression.ƒâ€š  My mother tried to do that all of the time.ƒâ€š  Mom was continually depressed and often tried to top herself.ƒâ€š  It was and always is a completely self-centred selfish thing to do.

I STILL know exactly who it was who posted the comment about my daughter and I still want to kill the person and bury them in the woods behind my house.ƒâ€š  I’m just hoping they’ll have the courage to speak that evil to me in person.ƒâ€š  Hell hath no fury like Ryan avenging a deeply hurtful insult by a cowardly bitch who refuses to face me.

I’ve been betrayed by people since I was very very little.ƒâ€š  Over the years I’ve devised a plan to find out how trustyworthy someone is.ƒâ€š  I’ve only ever tested it three times.ƒâ€š  Two were with old flames… and one was with my best friend Susie.ƒâ€š  Susie was the only one who came through for me.ƒâ€š  I dearly miss and love my best friend.ƒâ€š  The greatest buddy anyone could ever ask for.

Just Another Day

Something I’ve noticed of late is that when people do things wrong… they don’t want anyone to know about it.  If someone steals or diverts funds into places they know they shouldn’t be… they try to keep it quiet.

Why is that?  It sounds like people are ashamed and are trying to hide their misdeeds… yet they’re not ashamed to take money or other stuff.  It sickens me. What sickens me even more is when you find that other people who know it is wrong… support the wrongdoers.  Corruption and nepotism is rampant around me and it’s messed up!

The last couple of weeks I’ve been asking myself if my intentions on this blog about various matters are truly neutral.  I like to think they are.  I don’t benefit whatsoever from any decisions made where I live – the only benefits I get are ones I earn at my job through hard work, and not through thinking I’m automatically entitled to money. So I say this…

To anyone who disagrees with anything I say.. please provide proof to the contrary, so I can apologise for any incorrect statements that have been made.

I’m having an extremely tough time of not inflicting very serious harm upon the person that posted the comment about my daughter.  I’m hoping one day the coward will have the courage to say it to me in person.  If I were a Christian, I would probably be forgiving that person because they’re surrounded by no-good alcoholics and useless drug addicts, but I’m not and I wish every day they would say it to me.

Went to the gymnasium again today.  Darryl’s a pretty awesome personal trainer.  I’m aching all over.  Going to the gymnasium tomorrow and the next day too.  I’m hoping within two years I’ll have gained approximately 45 pounds of muscle – at least that’s my aim.

Not Just Another Day

As the title says… this wasn’t. My daughter’s birthday. It’s been one year. What a year it’s been. People deal with loss in many different ways. Some people cry and are upfront with their emotions… others choose to not let people see or know how they’re feeling. I’ve tried both ways of grieving. The latter seems to work best for me. It allows me to fuel the hatred I feel towards little twerps who don’t have the courage to look me in the eyes when I’m out in town shopping.

The last couple of days all I’ve been thinking about is how much harm I want to inflict upon someone… constantly thinking of how many different ways to get away with taking out this person permanently. I don’t want my life to be consumed with hatred forever… but it doesn’t seem like it’ll ever end.

People have a nerve commenting on the content of my blog or the content of my character… saying either are not good, or bad or anything negative.  I won’t ever have wild alcoholic binges in front of my children… I won’t allow them to smoke… I won’t allow them to take drugs… I won’t allow them to be roaming around doing whatever they like in the small hours of the morning.  I sure as hell won’t kick them out of the house when they do something I do not like.  I work real hard… at an honest job, giving my all every day, not needing payouts of any kind from anyone including welfare… to keep my family comfortable.  Yet people question my character?  Can I get a ‘haha you’re funny’ for $400 please Alex?

I know I’m supposed to be the more mature one and forgive, and remember that person is a cowardly shytbag with a life that’ll never amount to anything except an alcoholic drug addict, but I cannot help hating… I cannot help wanting to shoot the person dead… I cannot help wondering if taking them out would be worth the consequences of life in prison? I dearly hope I never think it would.

I met another British bloke today. A seriously great bloke called Steve. He’s from Bedford… about three miles away from where one of my sort-of-ex-girlfriends is from – Kempston. It felt so great to be around one of my own… to not feel like I’m the odd one out. To hear someone with a real proper accent was music to my ears. Only met him for about five minutes, but I hope he does come back in November. Apparently my London accent came back real strong in those five minutes. That’s definitely a good thing. I’m really not liking the way I talk now.

Offence And Offensive

I perfectly respect people’s right to be offended… within reason.  For instance, a person should not have a right to be offended at a crack in the pavement… but should have the right to be offended when morons smoke around a non-smoker.  That’s highly offensive… but when you cause offence to someone and you genuinely did not mean it… and the offence was caused by the improper choice of vocabulary as opposed to the wrong vocabulary backed up by ignorance – then I don’t think that person should have the right to get offended.

Now for instance… when a gutless coward makes evil comments about an innocent child that’s more offensive than anyone could imagine.  For someone to say something evil about an innocent, simply because factual statements were made, makes it even more offensive.

Let’s talk about the type of person that might make that sort of attack in any particular situation.  I think we can all agree they are cowards… but can we all agree that the person should die for what they’ve said?  I think they should.  There often comes situations in which the offended person cannot inflict vengeance on the attacker because there are much larger things at stake.  I like to wonder what it would take to cause the offended person to take out the attacker forever.

Same Old Crap

Should spying be a treasonable offence if it’s committed by a Canadian?  Should it be treason if it’s committed by a Canadian of Israeli descent?  Should a citizen of a country be convicted of espionage for Israel?  Or should that person get off  without charge, because they are spying for a supposed ally?  I saw this documentary about the CIA having information about something in Iran which Israel did not have – forgot exactly what it’s about. This Jewish American guy was spying for Israel and giving this famous Israeli ex-pilot some classified documents and photos about some sort of buildings in Iran.  In the documentary, one of the people interviewed said that the spy should never have been convicted… and was only convicted because he was spying for Israel.

It bothered me that this guy thought that spies for Israel should be the exception to the rule.  That their spies deserve preferential treatment.  A spy is a spy – and nearly all should be treated as such.  Agents placed in North Korea and Iran are a very necessary thing to ensure a relative amount of world peace so they should get preferential treatment. As well as billion dollar life insurance policies and Red Cross bundles of tea and biscuits every week.

I dearly want to take a journey to Israel.  I want to visit Jerusalem, Nazareth and Bethlehem. I want to see history of the world’s three major religions for the last three thousand.  I want to visit excavations.  I want to stumble across an ancient tomb which could possibly contain the sarcophagus of Joseph Christ and Jesus Christ. I want to visit the parts of occupied Palestine – the West Bank and Gaza – and see what the living conditions are like.  I want to visit nightclubs in Tel Aviv, and experience the atmosphere of living with the threat of being blown up at any second.

Israel’s a mystery and I wish I could experience that.  Living on a precipice of being blown up whilst exploring history is a hell of a lot better than living with hate of this sort.  At least the hate going on in Israel is about something substantial and real – not some petty family rivalry bullshyt.  Anyways – if I do decide to fly to Israel – you can be sure I’ll post it here.

I Want To Go Home

Canada has a reputation for being one of the most religiously, culturally and socially accepting countries in the world. It is promoted as tolerant of anyone who is different. The racism from non-aboriginal people in this town is staggering. About 80% of white people in this town are either unashamed racists or closet-bigots. There are exceptions to the rule of course… my buddy Jordan McDonald. He’s pretty cool… even if he is hooked on myspace.

Since I’ve lived on this reserve I’ve learnt to resent and hate like no other. There are some great, great people out here… I really mean that too. There used to be one female in particular that I hated without reserve, because of the vindictiveness and spitefulness she gave out. That hatred has almost vanished… being replaced with pity. This person’s life is pretty crappy and honestly needs pity.

I have found a new person to hate – a gutless wimp who hasn’t the courage to step up and talk evil to me in person. What makes it worse is that I’m the one that has to show the maturity.

This person suggested in a very uncivil way that I need financial assistance from this Band for my children. Problem is I take care of my own – keep clothes on their back, food on the table and all the love mine need. I don’t need handouts from anyone, nor do I need to go on drug fuelled alcoholic binges.

And so it has come to this… I will be polite and civil but know that a quiet burning hatred will exist. I’ve long thought that Enola Gay’s target should have been this reserve.

The Last Change

Many things have happened in the last twenty four hours.  For personal reasons of which I don’t want to, nor do I feel obligated to state here… I’ve changed my blog software and archived some older entries.

The summary goes as follows… I posted a news blog about circumstances on the reserve involving financial matters all of which is public knowledge.  It was about actions taken which are in direct contradiction to what was said to a local newspaper.  The result was some gutless people decided to say the most evil things I’ve ever heard.

Those comments only reinforce my beliefs about certain things on Dalles Reserve.  I will say this – I have found out who posted the cowardly comment.  I dug up their IP, and through that I found out which phone number the person was using. I traced what else was happening on their computer at the same time the comments were made. So to that person – believe this – I know exactly who you are.  I know your name.  I know your phone number, and I know where you live – as is the opposite too.

In the interests of impartiality I won’t name you as you are a coward.  Remember the whole thing about the circle?  What goes out… comes back.  You will be getting what’s coming to you – and when it happens I will be right there beside you laughing.

Spanish police hunt Austrian Nazi

Aribert Heim (1959)Spanish police are hunting a former Nazi concentration camp doctor – known as Doctor Death – believed to be hiding in northern Spain. Aribert Heim, 91, who worked in the Mauthausen camp, is the second most wanted Nazi suspect alive.

Authorities in Catalonia province say he could be somewhere on the north eastern coast or the Balearic Islands.

A spokeswoman said Dr Heim’s exact location was not known, despite Israeli reports that an arrest was imminent.

A spokeswoman for Catalonia’s autonomous police, the Mossos d’Esquadra, told the BBC that an investigation was underway.

“They are looking for this person along the Catalan coast but it could be that he is Ibiza, Mallorca or Menorca,” she said.

“There is an extradition order out for him and if he is found that will be carried out.”

Austrian-born Dr Heim is wanted in Germany and Austria for the deaths of hundreds of inmates by lethal injection at the Buchenwald, Sachsenhausen and Mauthausen concentration camps.

Justice

The Israeli newspaper Haaretz said at the weekend that an arrest was expected soon.

Dr Heim’s research included surgery without anaesthesia and injecting prisoners with gasoline, poison and lethal drugs to see how much their bodies could take before dying, the paper said.

He is listed by the Simon Wiesenthal Center as the second most wanted Nazi alive, after Adolf Eichmann’s top assistant Alois Brunner.

Dr Heim had worked in Germany after the war but disappeared in 1962 prior to plans to prosecute him.

German interior ministry spokesman Rainer Lingenthal declined to comment on the investigations to capture the doctor.

But he told the Associated Press: “You can imagine that, as far as all German authorities are concerned, there is the utmost interest in one of the last big notorious criminals possibly receiving his just punishment after all.”