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Has the Vancouver Police Department [http://vancouver.ca/police] the order to protect stalking gangs and gangsters when the government [CSIS-Immigration-RefugeeBoard] is the organizer and I [R.S.] am the target?
YES, IT HAS!
Yesterday, the usual [more than 2 years! ...although with rotating and changing louses!] stalking gang was very agitated. Evidently, my last poster had been very appreciated. After two days&nights [17-18 and 18-19 September 2010] of deep depression, finally, yesterday day&night, they had received, form the Canadian government [Secret Police Officers of the CSIS-Immigration-RefugeeBoard], the order to go on in their usual insanities and crimes. So they were again very openly psychotic: usual obsessed strikes of the walls and floors and storming in the corridors. Since the depression of two years of useless criminal and insane activities, yesterday evening they found nothing better, in addition to the usual storming in the corridors in deep night time, than “attacking” the lock of room 17. While some teams of the stalking gang were, as usual, striking walls and floors from room 16, 18a and from the roof, a team was operating in the corridor. In this corridor team, there were, yesterday evening-night 19 and 19-20 October 2010, the Italian louse from Turin of room 16 (a waiter), another louse the Italian of Turin (the waiter) addressed in Italian calling him “André”, the usual fat stupid Russian louse [he tried to talk with me calling me “commander” (a new CSIS deliria?!), but I avoid talking with louses hired as para-government criminal and insane militians], always chilling around, of the first room on the left [while coming in] of the last floor, some prostitute of the staff and others for giving them cover if some physical incident with me had ever happened. ...I was, as usual, very amused...
Secret Police Officers of the CSIS-Immigration-RefugeeBoard have ALL their names, because Vincent Fodera and Charles Paul Bedard Burgers [also some other louses’ corporals] are in daily touch with the Secret Police Officers of the CSIS-Immigration-RefugeeBoard and they report daily also ALL the names of ALL the participants and accomplices of the CSIS-Immigration-RefugeeBoard stalking gangs. Ah, in Canada, being psychotic and idiotic criminals of government [CSIS-Immigration-RefugeeBoard] stalking gangs is the best reference for being recognised as refugees and for not losing this status!
During the day, I had already saw them putting something inside the lock of room 17. It seemed as some soap. However, the lock equally worked. The evening-night, I saw them again spraying some shoe spray cream in the door-lock’s area and inside the lock. Anyway, the lock equally worked. This morning [between 7:45 and 8:30; it may be later it had been repaired or replaced] there was also what seemed some sugar in the lock’s area and inside the lock. The lock did not work anymore. It was impossible to insert the key. There were also some writing or attempted writing, but I could not understand what was. There was also the not big picture of what seemed a culturist. I have no idea what the meaning could be. I have no confidence with pervert languages and I have no idea what the perverted insane and idiotic criminal Vincent Fodera and Charles Paul Bedard Burgers and Secret Police Officers of the CSIS-Immigration-RefugeeBoard might have told and ordered them. ASK THEM! ASK “YOUR” GOVERNMENT!
I noticed this unusable [when I saw it!] lock around 7:45. After taken a shower and when I was ready to go out, it was yet unusable, and with usual abundance of garbage and of empty beer cans everywhere in the corridor. There was nobody of the staff. They are so busy to assist and cover the night activities of the different branches of the stalking gangs that they sleep in the morning. The owner, Vincent Fodera, there was not or anyway I did not see any sign of him.
Around 8:30, using a telephone of the first floor of the hostel I called an emergency number and they passed me the police. I told my name and address. Just I told “stalking gang” the female was receiving the telephone call, told that she could not understand, that there was some problem with the telephone line. I was hearing her very well... It may be there was a problem in the microphone of “my” telephone. It may be the line was suddenly obstructed. It may be the address of the place and “stalking gang” had suddenly collapsed whatever possible communication.
I went downstairs for going out. I waited a moment, outside the hostel, whether some police car was passing by there. I had not really the desire to waste time for going to the police. However, I had just tried to call them...
I waited for a bus. I caught number 22. The stop for where I had to go was the stop near Main Street and precisely from the same side where the Vancouver Police Department has one of its main stations [312 Main St. Vancouver, B.C.Canada V6A 2T2]. It was only 5 minutes walking... I went there.
It was around 9:00 of today 20 September 2010. The ladies of the counter had nothing to do. They collect/write crimes reports, usually, when people go there for that. I talked with one lady, a young lady, the one of the counter on my left. I gave her my ID and told her that I had called the VPD perhaps half an hour before, but there was evidently some line problem. I asked anyway whether she was understanding my English. She answered that she was.
She had my name, since I had given her my ID. I told her my address, the address of American Backpackers, I told her the number of “my” room, a 6 bed dormitory, and I told her that in that place there is a stalking gang (“...it is more than two years...”, “...it is organised from the owner and the staff of the hostel, on your government request/order...”), and that that stalking gang had “yesterday evening-night blocked the lock of room 17. ...I saw who did that... ...If you come now you can verify that the lock is blocked, perhaps with some shoe cream mixed with some sugar, and I can show you those who did that...” She checked my name. She asked when I had arrived in Vancouver and I answered precisely [there are two dates: when I physically arrived and when I was formally admitted on the Canadian soil, three days after I had arrived on 31/08/2010]. Evidently, also in my file checkable from the VPD it is written that I have to be deprived of whatever legal and human right and that, on the contrary, the State/government-organised criminals have to be protected against me.
Anyway, she refused to accept the crime what I was reporting: a [branch of a] staking gang [even if government-organised] had blocked the lock of “my” door and I know who did that.
I said to her, after her refusal, cordially and sincerely smiling [I]: “Actually, I had informed your VPD of the general situation, time ago... ...Now, ...if, for you, it is normal that [government] stalking gangs even block/damage my room lock ...and I saw them; I know who did that yesterday night... ...You can identify them, now... ...If, for you, all that is normal... and you do not do anything...…no problem... ...no problem... no problem... ...be happy...” And I went away.
She seemed upset, when I said: “Be happy”. In fact, a bit upset, she answered: “I am happy!” Better, she’ll remember me. In addition, since she checked my name in her terminal, the system had registered that she had checked my name, what is the evidence that I went there and she did not accept to report in the VPD computer system a [para-State/government] crime I was reporting and that they did not want eventually to send a police unit, with me, for immediately taking the names of the criminals.
[Also] The VPD protects government [CSIS-Immigration-RefugeeBoard] stalking gangs and gangsters!
