Popes, Presidents, and Puppet Indians on Trial: Annett's Weekly, No. 3
Annett’s Weekly: A Free Inquiry and Commentary
Published without copyright or illusions every Wednesday
Issue No. 3: November 3, 2021
Quote of the Week:
“Faith does not require great intelligence.” – Archbishop Raymond Roussin, Vancouver, March 2007
Part One: Stick this up your Vatican Bank! Beatifical Bergie has a Bounty put on him
Terry Glavin, who calls himself a credible journalist, was a friend and former high school buddy of mine until March 17, 2007. That’s the day he angrily parted company with yours truly when a bunch of wild Indians and me started occupying Catholic churches in Vancouver. Glavin then leapt on the Trash Kevin Annett bandwagon like a horny priest does to an unsuspecting kid. After all, what’s a bog trotting papist lad like Terry to do when the Faith is under attack, saints preserve us?
I imagine Terry is doubly vexed at me this week, now that the Brussels Common Law Court that I helped launch has just placed a bounty on the head of Smiling George Bergoglio from Buenos Aires, otherwise known as Pope Francis.
That’s right, folks: ten thousand bucks now goes to anyone who helps to track down and arrest Mister B. Along with issuing a global arrest order against him, the Court has also offered amnesty to anyone (especially from his own coterie) who helps to nail Bergoglio’s fat Argentine ass.
Frankly, this new offer is really too good a deal for any catholic to pass up. Money is the medium of their faith, after all. One hundred and fifty euros can get you a special papal “blessing”, which apparently cures everything from backaches to infertility and premature baldness! And a thousand Euros will buy the soul of your dead relative a one-way ticket out of "purgatory", which apparently is located somewhere in south Philadelphia.
Along with offering the ten grand bounty, the International Common Law Court of Justice has issued an arrest warrant against Bergoglio. Last Monday, they publicly charged him with “complicity in child rape, torture and trafficking, ritual killing, medical genocide, obstruction of justice, and a general command responsibility for mass murder and other crimes perpetrated by the Church of Rome”. And all of it is verified with a pile of eyewitness testimonies and documents gathered over six years.
So as of last Monday, people, it’s open season on Roman child killers, and any of us are legally authorized now to arrest Bergoglio, who has just had the temerity to announce he plans to visit the mass graves of aboriginal children that he created in Kamloops, British Columbia. I hope that all of you will be on hand with me and our court sheriffs that day to place the cuffs on Jorge.
This is not a time to be afraid, because the law and the tide of history is on our side. The last time the Court charged a pope with these crimes, the guy quickly resigned. For those of you with a three second memory, that was Joe Ratzinger, aka Pope Benedict, in February of 2013. And that particular rat is still lurking in the Vat, hiding behind some virgin’s statue lest he be arrested for the same kind of after-hours fun with children and their body parts that Bergoglio is now charged with.
I’ve seen some of the evidence on the Court Prosecutor’s docket, and let me tell you, it makes Joe the Rat look like just another small-time papal hoodlum. The beneficently-smiling Francis is charged with personally authorizing murderous Pfizer drug testing experiments on children in church orphanages and schools, participating in ghastly child-killing rituals of the notorious Ninth Circle cult, and ordering the death of inconvenient eyewitnesses to his child-trafficking practices for his buddies in the murderous Argentine military junta during the 1980’s. And that’s just for starters.
But what especially tickles me about this latest exposure of Vatican Crimes is how adeptly the Court is turning the church’s usual divide and conquer methods back on itself, by offering not only money but a get out of jail free pass to any guilty church guy who squeals on the top idolater. Since money is their god, even the most loyal papist will now be tempted to rat out Frank, and he knows it. And from experience, I know how easily the guys on the top start making suicidal mistakes once they know their own ass is on the line. Why do you think his predecessor Rat Boy scurried so quickly down a hole to avoid TV cameras and court summonses back in 2013?
How true were the words of another cleric who we forced into an anxious early retirement, Archbishop Raymond Roussin of Vancouver, when he blurted out after our occupation of his cathedral, “Faith does not require great intelligence.” That’s very true - especially at the summit of their church.
But in closing, let me say that I don’t bear any grudge against Terry Glavin, and to prove it I have a final word of advice for him, free of charge:
Terry, my man, instead of confining yourself to calling me nasty names in print, you might consider urging your master in Rome to remove his hubris for a moment, do the intelligent thing and not visit Kamloops or any other site where he and his kind ripped children to pieces and then hid the evidence. It’s never a good idea for the chief felon to hang around the crime scene like that, unless, of course, he harbors a death wish.
But then again, like any good papist, Jorge knows that crucifixion is the most sympathetic way to go.
When I read the news last week that Ed John had been charged on only a single count of rape in a British Columbia court, I felt the way that people in Chicago did when the mega-gangster Al Capone was finally arrested and tried merely for tax evasion. Or perhaps a better analogy is when Canada's child-slaughtering churches were accused of simply "abusing" them and then were exonerated. For Ed John has a lot in common with Capone and genocide.
I first heard Ed's name many years ago when one of his minions grabbed me by the throat and threatened on his behalf to kill me. It happened on the opening day of the first and only independent Tribunal into the Canadian Indian "residential schools", in June 1998 in Vancouver. The assaulting goon, a large native man named Dean Wilson, informed me that if I kept looking into missing and murdered aboriginal children Ed John would have me "whacked."
Naturally, I was curious to learn more about his shadowy boss, even as I struggled to breathe. I didn't have long to wait.
"Eddy makes lots of people go missing," explained Frank Martin, a member of "Chief" John's Carrier-Sekani tribe in northern BC. Frank had just given his statement to our Tribunal about the child trafficking and disappearances in his home of Burns Lake along the infamous "Highway of Tears".
As Balzac observed, the greater the fortune, the weightier the crime. Ed John was for many years the wealthiest and most influential government-run Indian chief in Canada. He headed the provincial First Nations Summit, served in the provincial cabinet, and eventually became Canada's unofficial "aboriginal ambassador" to the United Nations, as well as sitting on some major corporate boards with strong links to China. But Ed's criminal underbelly kept bloating the higher he climbed, and it kept butting into me the deeper I dug into dead native children.
My next encounter with an Ed John goon happened the year after our Tribunal, at a gathering of Indian residential school survivors in Port Alberni. A local band council Indian named Ron Hamilton, who made other survivors run for cover when he walked into the room, informed one of them, Harry Wilson, that he would be "found floating face down in the water" if he gave testimony about the dead girl he found one morning in 1967 at the United Church's Alberni residential school. Hamilton was "speaking for Eddy", he informed Harry, and that was enough to silence him.
Later, when Harry told me about Ron Hamilton's threat I confronted him, and he said to me with barely contained venom that I should "watch myself" because my name was "on a list."
Notwithstanding my surreal sense of being trapped in the script of a Grade B gangster film, I probed deeper into Ed John after that. I discovered that he had started on his violent path at a young age, and always at the behest of either Church or State.
"He was one of the enforcers at the school," described one of Ed's fellow inmates at the Catholic Lejac residential school.
Naturally, such a loyal ab-original servant of Canadian Church and State was earmarked for an illustrious political career. But Ed remained too much of the overconfident thug to avoid controversy.
In the spring of 2002, the bones of what turned out to be missing aboriginal women turned up in Ed's backyard, on the Musqueam reservation in south Vancouver where he lived and served as the chief. The caretaker whom Ed ordered to dispose of the bones in secret, Les Guerin, instead had them analyzed. They turned out to be the classic serial killing mixture of pig and human remains. In fact, the bones had been deposited at the Musqueam reserve by one of the notorious "Piggy Palace" killers of women, Dave Pickton, whom Ed John had hired to work for the Musqueam band in the summer of 1999.
Les Guerin made the mistake of going to the RCMP and the media with what he had discovered. He was not only ignored but an aboriginal Mountie visited Les and told him that he wouldn't live out the week if he stayed at Musqueam or ever spoke about the bones. Les went into hiding and has been on the run ever since.
After our campaign to expose the residential schools genocide brief achieved some big publicity, other witnesses like Les Guerin came forward. Many of their stories of present-day violence and criminality in the west coast native world led directly to Ed John. The latter has left a trail of rape, criminal harrassment, and murder among many poor and unnoticed native people who, like the residential school survivors who are not tied to government chiefs, are ignored by "official" Canada - especially when they indict loyal state operatives like Ed John.