A Little MRA Thunder in the Hammer
(Hamilton Ont. Canada)
This last week I made up my mind to make another flier run here in the Hammer. These runs are important to me and the men's rights movement. They need to be, for all of us. Without a large choir of voices all demanding men are to be treated equitably by our respective governments, men's lot in life will continue to decline. It has already reached deplorable levels.
There are many reasons why we all need to get vocal about this, however to each their own comfort level. There are ramifications to being passionate and vocal about our cause. They run the gamut of being insulted and sneered at on the street to being hauled in for questioning by the local constabulary. We know it happens, articles and comments on AVfM proves this with anecdotal evidence. Personally well lets just say I have been a pain in the local in-justice system ass for about three years over this.
There are more than a few justice system employees around here that know me on a first name basis, not because I have been in trouble with the law many times but, because I was not willing to automatically grab my ankles when I faced the in-justice system Goliath. The more they trampled on my rights, the more I got in their face.
So lets get into my most recent actions of getting into their faces shall we.
First though I need to let you all in on a couple of things about me. I need to let you know I have been diagnosed as having Post Traumatic Stress Disorder due to my fight against the in-justice system. Second I would use my real name but I have a nephew whom I wish to protect. I don't care to protect his father, he is an adult and is still in the blue pill world. If I use my real name his father's business could suffer and that would impact my nephews life. The police services around here employ some very nefarious individuals, and they are not above making threats both on physical well being and on a person's life. I have experienced it.
On Friday, I had an appointment with my shrink, I decided this would be a great time to do a flier run. I would be in the Hammer downtown core and so I would be killing two birds with one stone so to speak. I don't live in the Hammer but in a small suburb just west of it. I am about six miles away from the downtown core. My plan had been to arrive in the core early put up a few fliers and then go to my appointment, then go back and check on the fliers to see if they had been removed or not. If I caught a person in the act I was going to take a pic of them, and expose them for their anti-male mentality and actions.
I left my apartment intending to catch the bus that would put me in the Hammer for around 12:30 pm.
When I was about a 100 yards from the bus stop, the bus went rolling on by. The location of the bus stop is across the street from the local Beer Store. Bummer I thought to myself. I had a few options as to what I could do, I could wait for the next one, could walk to another one with more frequent service located about a mile away, or I could walk to McMaster University area where the buses run about every ten minutes.
A thought popped into my head, why not put a couple of fliers up on the light poles around the Beer Store and walk to the university area. I would be doing a reversal of the route I took back in my January flier run. Wasn't a bad day out, I had two and a half hours to waste before my appointment.
I chose option three.
The plan I had formulated in my head was to put these fliers up high. I had noticed that the previous ones I had put up had been taken down and so I was going to make them work for their efforts to thwart the men's rights movement public service advertising. I know this misandric culture is killing men. I am sure a few of you read my comment about knowing the widow of one of the victims. I don't care and if it lands me in jail over this or some false charge so be it.
AVfM is doing what our respective governments aren't doing. That is broadcasting loud and clear that men matter and right now we are second class citizens to our governments. If I end up in jail I don't care, they know I am going to do my best to fight from the inside as well.
My choice of fighting if I end up in jail is already made. I have sent Paul and email outlining what it would be. I am not going to say what it would be just that it would be a pacifist's form of protest.
My defence for this hypothetical situation is necessity, a common law defence in Canada. The government is failing men miserably with tragic results.
When I arrived at what I deem to be a high priority area (the cross walk used by a majority of the students who live west of the university) I proceeded to put up my third flier of the day. I didn't care who saw me. An older man started to speak at me insinuating that what I was doing is littering.
I replied “No I am providing a public service announcement because after fifty years of hearing about women's rights isn't it about time we started thinking about how society treats men”
I could tell this old fool was a little angry at me but I don't give a rats furry hindquarters. I wasn't belligerent or rude unlike him but finished what I was doing and proceeded across the cross-walk the old fool still harassing me saying he was going to come back to tear the flier down. I told him go right ahead and I will put one back up in the near future.
This pissed me off so I reminded the old fool of our Chartered Rights, specifically section two, freedom of speech, freedom of expression. I was expressing my disgust at how our misandric government treats men and boys these days. And directing people to AVfM to awaken them, to anger them enough to speak out for men.
It is time we FTSU and I am doing it in my corner of the world. The old fool left on his bicycle flipping me the bird. Like I care an insult from this guy means about as much as an insult from an ugly sister. (femtwit) It is an insult from a person who doesn't believe in equality who is willfully asleep at the bigotry rampant in the feminist narrative.
My next three fliers went up right in front of McMaster medical center. Two at bus stop areas and one at a vehicle entrance / exit of the hospital. Public property areas not on the hospital’s land. I put up fliers there last time around and since they were torn down I thought to myself “I am pissing the femtwits off.” A good reason to put them back up.
I use glue to put them up so it takes me all of a minute to put one up and I am going to guess that it takes the people removing them a lot longer. As the saying goes time is money. So I am taking away from the femtwits and adding to the men's rights movement.
A win win situation in my books.
I asked a passer by what the time was. I had about an hour and forty-five minutes to go until my appointment. Beautiful I thought to myself. I walked to another high traffic area located around three blocks away from the hospital. Up went another flier picture taken and off I went into an area known as Westdale.
Westdale is full of student housing and over priced shops, mixed in with a few restaurants and a couple of private art galleries.
I had hit this area before. None of the posters were still up, the femmies had been busy, oh well their efforts to remove the fliers is greater than my effort putting them up. This time though I was putting them up as high as I could reach. They were going to have to work harder to remove them now.
I don’t put the fliers up on every light pole, I don't feel that is right, I pick and choose the ones I do post on. There are other fliers on the poles and one in particular has been vomited on every one.
Upon arriving in the center of Westdale I put AVfM fliers up on every post-it sign board,like I did a few weeks ago. Where I could, I reached for the stars in posting them. I also took pictures of the remnants of the ones I put up about four weeks ago. Just a little documentation to show the animosity towards men's rights.
On my merry FTSU way I went, barely remembering the old fool from about an hour before. I had to cross a bridge over the Queen Elizabeth Way, one of the busiest highways in southern Ontario and at about the middle point I put up another. I put it up even higher than every other one I had posted. I got up on the railing and slapped that baby up. I jumped back down and made sure a person could read what was on it and snapped another picture. I chuckled to myself, the femies will really have to work at pulling that one down.
I installed a few other posters as I made my way to the appointment. On the corner of Dundurn and King street was my next area of interest. It has a GO bus stop (a long distance bus company) there, a Tim Hortons, a few fast food restaurants and as well a mid sized shopping mall. Lots of foot traffic to be had. The ones I had posted there before were gone and the replacements went back up again, as high as I could reach. Nobody said anything to me and I didn't care.
I was closing in on St. Joseph's hospital where my shrink is located, and time was running short. I stopped a gentleman and asked about the time, his reply indicated I didn't have much left. I also asked him if I could purchase a single smoke off of him. I needed to hit a store but the one I wanted to was right in the down town core. They have the cheapest cigars there, and given my budget I always make it a point of going there and stocking up.
I had no problem offering him a quarter for a smoke but he declined saying I could just have one. I had a quick thought and asked him do you believe in men's rights to which he gave an affirmative. I handed him a flier and told him to look at AVfM site. I didn't have time to go into men's issues and marched double time to my appointment.
I arrived at my appointment with glue all over my hands, again I didn't care. The doctor seeing me wouldn't either. I am lucky to be able to see him. He knows men matter. Given his profession he must be acutely aware of how badly misandry is affecting men these days.
When my appointment was completed, I headed straight downtown.
My path lead me right by the Sopinka Courthouse of injustice.  Some of the people working in there do The Honourable Mr. Justice John Sopinka  a heinous insult in the way they practice their brand of justice. I say this because one of the most important rulings handed down by The Honourable Mr. Justice John Sopinka is known as the Stinchcombe Ruling an incredibly vital ruling for equitable justice.
I am going to reproduce a couple of excerpts from the trial document.
“The judgement of the Court was delivered by
Sopinka J. -- This appeal raises the issue of the Crown's obligation to make disclosure to the defence. A witness who gave evidence at the preliminary inquiry favourable to the accused was subsequently interviewed by agents for the Crown. Crown counsel decided not to call the witness and would not produce the statements obtained at the interview. The trial judge refused an application by the defence for disclosure on the ground that there was no obligation on the Crown to disclose the statements. The Court of Appeal affirmed the judgment at trial and the case is here with leave of this Court.”
“I would add that the fruits of the investigation which are in the possession of counsel for the Crown are not the property of the Crown for use in securing a conviction but the property of the public to be used to ensure that justice is done. In contrast, the defence has no obligation to assist the prosecution and is entitled to assume a purely adversarial role toward the prosecution. The absence of a duty to disclose can, therefore, be justified as being consistent with this role. “
I have nothing but respect for The Honourable Mr. Justice John Sopinka, he knew what justice is, some of the current employees working at the courthouse named after him not so much.
I put two fliers up there across the street from the courthouse. I am damn proud of those two postings. A little FTSU in their face.
I then proceeded into the downtown core and finished putting up the rest of the fliers I had.
At my third last area A gentleman took interest, I engaged in conversation with him. It was Friday late afternoon and the gentleman was enjoying a few drinks at the bar close to the post-it structure. He started in on his story and I stopped him and asked him if I could record his story, he agreed. I told him don't identify yourself and I am not going to edit it..
I will say one more thing about my conversation with this gentleman. I told him about my experiences in regards to abuse at the hands of two different women, his reply was to point to an inch and a half long scar on his upper lip adding "she threw an astray at me."
I let him know that there are people out here fighting for men to be treated fairly by society, and urged him to join AVfM and add his voice to ours.
Remember folks every ounce of effort counts. So lets all add what we can to putting an end to this misandric shit !
Pictures here: http://imgur.com/a/Bmweb
Dannyboy is a man in the Hamilton area. I've been in the trenches fighting for men's rights for about three years now. I refuse to stop until misandry is tossed in the trash like all other forms of discrimination.