The Case to Have a Canadian Judge Removed

For the second consecutive evening, I was into bed well before 11:00 p.m. instead of somewhere during the midnight hour.

Nevertheless, even though I got to sleep in due time, I made my first time check overnight during that midnight hour ─ my first block of sleep had already broken.

I am one of those who sleeps in fragmented fashion.

After a little further sleep, I rose nigh 2:00 a.m. just to turn on and log back into my computer so that it would be all warmed up for later use.

A bit more sleep, and then I was up by around 3:00 a.m. to put my computer to use.

Soon after, my youngest stepson arrived home. He works all manner of shifts, but I cannot say with surety that he was actually returning directly home from having worked.

I engaged myself with the day's content assignment for the post I am constructing at one of my six hosted websites, and I held fast until that assignment had been completed.

And then I returned to bed. It may have been after 7:00 a.m., but I now can no longer recall.

The morning looked overcast, yet the day was to prove most sunny.

It was well past 9:00 a.m. when next I rose. My younger brother was downstairs drinking instant coffee and reading the Sunday edition of The Province that I subscribe to.

I went downstairs and fixed myself an instant coffee of my own, and came back upstairs here to my computer.

It was not much thereafter that my brother must have finished with the newspaper, for he came upstairs and shut himself into his bedroom ─ this generally betokens that he is seeking some further bedrest before heading away for the afternoon.

Yesterday I had completed a draft copy of my eldest stepson's tax return, and calculated that he owed a little over $400. Well, in comparing my calculations this morning with the draft of the previous tax year's income tax return, I noticed that on one of the schedules for the current tax return, I had failed to account for a substantial credit in his favour.

In re-calculating, I found that he seems to actually be owed a refund of something like $148.

Needless to report here, he was distinctly joyous at this turn of events when informed.

And now I can expect a reward ─ either some beer or a bottle of booze.

My brother apparently forsook much of a rest, for he returned downstairs before I had a chance to discover that accounting error I had made yesterday.

I was expecting that my brother was going to want to watch some T.V., but he surprised me by readying himself to head off ─ and it was only something like 10:40 a.m.

It is unheard of for him to be heading away this early, so I pressed for some justification.

Well, it seems that he arranged last evening with some of the people he must drink with that he would meet up with them in Cloverdale for a brunch ─ apparently harness racing is a big deal with whomever he is meeting up with, and the brunch (probably smorgasbord-style) was being offered in a casino there at the fairgrounds.

I can only expect the worst where my brother's state is concerned if he remains away and does not return home until after dark.

But on to the main topic of today's post.

When I first came to work with my computer very early this morning, I happened upon a news article that very much held my attention.

You can read an example of the report at CBC.ca: 'And then he was raping me': Victim goes public about shocking attack to reveal justice system flaws.

Better yet ─ watch this 10-minute video report uploaded to YouTube this past February 26: The fight to be heard: Speaking out in the #MeToo era | In-Depth.

I can only imagine what the young brute did to this poor lass if he bloodied her vaginal area so badly three years ago that she required hospitalization and surgery.

The judge ─ wholly sympathetic to the rapist ─ only pronounced that the punk needed to serve two weeks in custody out of a three-year sentence that was issued against him.

I appreciate the CBC article...but it withheld not only the name of the appointed-for-life judge, but it also withheld any links to the petition futilely calling for the judge to be turfed.

Well, I was able to locate both pieces of information ─ see this article at BC.CTVnews.ca: Protesters want judge fired after 'disgraceful' sentence given to sexual assault perpetrator. 

The judge is identified as Paul Meyers, and the petition is here: Demand Judge Paul Meyers be FIRED after he gave a two week sentence to a sexual predator.

Supposedly it is impossible to have such a judge removed, but at least it ought to be registered that the people who pay his enormous salary through their tax dollars ─ and who will be doing so for the remainder of the guy's cush life (as well as each of their own lives) ─ are utterly disgusted with his thoughtless leniency toward the brutal assaulter.

This was not a case of some young man making a bad choice, or committing some stupid mistake ─ this was a lustful and deliberately evil act purposefully conducted.

If you need to wonder...yes, I most definitely signed ─ even if the petition is little more than a public statement presenting the numerous petitioners' very strong views.

I wanted to get out after dark yesterday to do some local grocery shopping, but I failed. Upon first having a bath, my resolve and drive flagged.

I even had to lie down.

I must get out and do that errand later today, so I will not tackle any of the usual health-related topics I tend to try and cover.

Google Photos was doubly busy today, however. It created two different collages to commemorate this day (March 3) back in 2013.

At the time, my wife was back in Thailand visiting her mother and other family and friends:

None of those kids were born when I was last in Thailand almost 14 years ago, but I do recognize that one of them is my wife's nephew Daniel ─ he is the son of Penn, one of my wife's two sisters.

He's actually in all of the five images in the collage ─ the boy wearing the full-length denim jeans with the cuffs turned up.

The only other person I recognize is the woman my wife has always referred to as being her "sister-cousin" ─ "sister-cousin" is the woman crouched behind the thick, short-legged dog in the second image of the left column.

So here are the original photos, beginning with that left column:

The second collage features just two images, neither of which I think is actually a photo that was taken on March 3 in 2013:

I may be wrong, but I do believe that the two photos were older photographs that were themselves photographed ─ perhaps while my wife was back at her Thailand home.

She may even have uploaded them to her Facebook account while she was visiting back home and browsing family photos, taking photos of them with her cellphone; I would have then downloaded them from her Facebook account while she was still over there:

Anyway, that is my wife in the first image; the second one may be her eldest son on the occasion of a birthday. Since he happens now to be 24 years old, obviously six years ago he was 18.

Thus, the lad in that second image is considerably younger than 18, so the original photo was much older than one taken in 2013.

I still have to create a post in my older and private blog, so this post ends here and now.