Things don't bode well at UPAC, it seems. I guess you're never a "prophet" at home. Even when other countries echo findings, the last to be convinced seem to be the ones who should know you best. Oh well. I'm not waiting. I dream of sailing away. Before Tuesday, God willing. My Sherlock hat rests.
Acknowledging Mr Frederick Gaudreau. Thank you. (...) So I hope I make Mr Gaudreau's career by helping him take down this international fraud network. I'll be there for him every step of the way. Like his personal stepping stone.
God may forgive, but here are candidates for excommunication in my opinion. These are the enablers of the Epsteins of this world, enablers of white collar criminals and corrupted officials. I haven't heard of anyone besides the Rizzutos, because they were the contemporaries of those who made my life a living hell but I don't see them ever changing in this lifetime.
Firstly, why antagonize Griffintown with a tram station named for Bernard Landry when Father Emmett Johns would rally everyone?
Secondly, merci à un Québécois ultra-sympathique de Charlevoix qui nous a pris en charge en début de semaine, en dépit d'une allergie debilitante aux animaux. Que le bon Dieu le garde lui et sa famille.
Thirdly, no comments. I am one lone person, and matchless on this Earth. And it's okay.
Joyeux Noël tout le monde! Je nous aime. Felicitons-nous d'être partis depuis assez longtemps qu'on a pu évité la folie furieuse ailleurs, des années 1800.