Socialized medicine in Canada II

Novembr 27

I have not taken any codeine pills since waking up today. My side has been continuously sore and the swelling has not gone down, – nor increased. I have a new thought. A wicked thought that no! it cannot be true! It can’t be real, not this real! But if it is, then the USSR has come to Canada in medicine.

So far I have been to the hospital several times, being run through procedural tests. After nothing major wrong has been found with my side, “whatever it is” has been brushed aside by the doctors not caring enough (by adherence to procedure) to find exactly why my side has inflamed and causes me this aching.

I’ve talked my problem over with my family doctor who seems the most personally concerned but even she seems willing to “wait and see what, if anything more develops.”

This process of care is not at all what I imagine care should be like. I have long imagined this: I go in with a physical problem, the doctor looks, assesses the problem. A specialist is called if necessary. Then the problem is corrected if possible. At the least, I would be told what is happening and possible cures. But that is not what occurred here. I was diagnosed for possible very serious problems first, which did not target my problem at all. What caused that? It was not the evidence. It was procedural, and expensive.

This process is run off the same whoever enters the hospital. The emergency cases are given priority.

The process is slow, so slow that people actually die waiting for care or suffer much longer then need be if things were different. I understand the solution is completely private practise in medicine, but that is not my focus here. My focus is on my new thought.

Concerning my answer, I can conclude the Ontario Medical Association is completely aware of the patients that die or suffer from Canada’s lack of quality government run care since they are a main political lobby group that submits their expertise for political decision-making. They kicked back my letter, shoving me off to a local politician.

With the administration, and political leaders knowing of the people dying or suffering in Canada’s government run medical system, why are they ferociously holding to public health care – even as they know it is failing? The leaders of Canada’s health care system would rather hold to an abstract that professes care than actually doing care. It’s part of Canada’s egalitarian, altruistic adherence.

Holding to an abstract they know isn’t working in “real life” what then is the principle actually at work if it isn’t the facts? Henry? the bum was almost thrown off the train, but Dagny Taggart saved him. He told the story of the twentieth Century Motor Company and how the workers voted on the new plan of sharing profit and losses. The real truth the bum said was not that any worker believed the guff, but each wanted to cheat reality a little bit for an unearned gain. This loathsome bit of dishonesty brought out the worst in people and brought down the company.

I don’t see doctors actually believing altruistic work is right. I also don’t believe Canada’s political leaders actually believe their plans to run health care is working or is right, so then what is their dirty little secret – their bit of dishonesty? What rotten piece of philosophy are they willing to hide behind?

Whatever it is, is the premise of death – and I think they (Ontario Medical Association leaders/local politicians) know it. I think it is that horrible.

December 1, 2011  (Letter to my sister)

I am doing better. I have not taken any of the codeine pills for several days now and am still able to walk around now. It is  worst in the morning when I first wake up, but now at least I am off those pills! My left side is still swollen and I worry a little if it may “poison” the rest of my body in some way just by it being stagnant and unmoving. My family doctor has taken another blood test and I must make another appointment to see the results. I’ll complain again of the swelling that hasn’t, “gone away” and ask if anything can be done. I suggested last time I poke a small hole in my stomach and drain it, but the doctor didn’t comment or give me feedback. I don’t think she thought I was serious about it. I’ll ask again if I can take this initiative. Sounds gross, but it is the fluid build up that is probably pressing my other organs and that’s most likely the aching feeling I get in the morning.

It takes almost an hour of moving and walking around before my body “adjusts” and I can continue without noticing it too much. About half the day, I hardly notice it.

Its utterly amazing how Canada’s health care system has spent thousands of dollars on me in the last few weeks yet has not fixed what was wrong, and hasn’t even identified what it is! I was run through a mill, but was not seen as an individual. My family doctor did ask questions and looked the longest. She even asked for some history. I told her about my hernia when I was about 8 years old (I don’t remember it at all). However, the doctor didn’t know for sure.

I have slowed down in my activities. Mentally, I stopped – or was stopped. This was actually a good thing since I have now come to review my direction and what was motivating me and driving me. I have come to think a lot more of my own life on a more physical plane. I’m not thinking morality, but I am very introspective during this time. As long as I keep reason as an absolute, I’ll be fine.

Take good care of your own self.

Dec 4 2011 7:11 am.

I woke with my side a little more sore than usual. The

swelling hasn’t gone down. I’m not taking codeine anymore.

It has stopped looking like a “torn muscle” but I don’t know. .

I have an appointment with my doctor this week so I’ll ask what can be done.

A specialist, I hope will be recommended. Otherwise, I am trying to focus normally again and ignore this side. I am so far behind in work I should have finished by now; study of local municipal activities, more reading on The Freedom Party of Ontario’s updates, emails to interested frineds in Toronto, keep up with ARI’s and Centers latest, etc.

Dec 5 2011.

I finally get what I want – a specialist to look at my side! The doctor asked me that today as I went for the results of my blood test. If she didn’t mention it, then I was going to ask. I mentioned how it still ached in the mornings, but smoothed during the day. She said “It should have gone by now, but since it hasn’t, How do you feel if I refer you to a surgeon.” (specialist). I agreed readily. “Good choice, I would have recommended that also. The specialist will have his / her secretary call me to set up an appointment.” I was glad.

Now this is strange. I hope (whatever it is) doesn’t go away so it can be identified. Personally, I hate the mystery. I hope the appointment can be within days.

I tried doing push ups today, but couldn’t due to feeling it ache and pressure as I did only six. It felt like something might “burst inside my left” so I stopped. Something is clearly wrong. Usually I do thirty when I feel like it.

I hope I’m not disappointed in the specialist. I hope he doesn’t “practise” on me for anything. The specialist will be forwarded all the latest test I just ran through so in a way, I just hope he slits my side open and takes a good look around and siphons any “junk” out and I leave, taking it “easy” for a few weeks. I hope the specialist works on evidence not “procedure.”  I want this identified and over with once and for all.

Dec, 17, 12:26 AM. I’ll be working all night, but I have the specialist appointment tomorrow mid afternoon. I’m looking forward to it since I may have a chance to finally find out what the condition is. The other day, I noticed an increase of “activity” in my lower stomach, left side. I don’t know what it was, but it just could be strained muscles. I have to concentrate constantly to look like I’m walking normally  – so not to limp. I don’t want people to know.  (but those sharp notice). I have started on my last year accomplishments list as a base for this coming years resolutions. I hope to accomplish more than ever. There must be a theme to my life. It must be a good one, but I haven’t hit the ceiling yet. I’d love to see a huge socialist sector collapse this year and people suddenly realize how important businessmen are. I don’t mean I wish to see the economy collapse. In part it is happening in the environmental field. Canada has left Kyoto (good riddance) and just today announced new free and open permits for nannys to work without being saddled to one employer  for a duration. Christmas is a difficult period for being serious, but I want to begin the new year right. In taking new responsibilties, I will this year claim “leadership” as a personal drive and attribute. I will look for ways to change my surroundings. I will study more and use my objectivist knowledge in application to my problems. If the worlds getting worse, I’ll be getting better.

January 16, 2012

It’s this coming week before I (finally) get to see this “specialist” about my side. I have felt no “pain” only discomfort, sometimes aching, and lately, a strange pressure after I eat on the same left side.

A fact I must accept is in Canada, people have become worse in health waiting for treatment. I hope this has not been the case with me. I hope that it is rather a diminished problem, rather than a complication due to the wait I have had to do. I will not speculate, but will do all I can, and say all I can with the specialist when I see him this coming week. It seems a rare privilege to finally see this doctor, I don’t want to waste the time I will have with him. He is a surgeon and exceptional. I just hope he is well rested, without stress and focused come my turn to be diagnosed. I hope he gets it right.


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Letter to Ontario’s Medical Association

I live in Ontario, Canada’s largest populated province.

Canada’s healthcare “system” is a real system, a bureaucracy that is slow, unresponsive, and causes death and suffering to patients. It is socialized medicine implemented by Conservatives, dreamed up in the 1950’s by a communist follower: Tommy Douglas.

I have a swelling of my left side which I suspect now may be a hernia re–visited. The first time was when I was about 8 or 9 years old, so I don’t remember it, except for a visible scar. That’s my best guess what I am experiencing. In a few day’s, I’ll learn of results of an ultra sound scan that may identify my problem. In the meanwhile, I want Canada’s healthcare system to de-regulate to enable doctors and nurses to care and be able to act for their patients.


November 20. 2011

Dear Ontario Medical Association Board, members,

I am suffering from swelling on my left abdominal of still unknown origin after x-rays, CT scan, and checks by several hospital doctors according to laid out, followed hospital procedures.

At Brampton Civic Hospital, the way I have been input, output, funneled, registered, re-registered, entering and exiting, is the same procedure as work at my own transportation company – except I’m a person. There are so many files, they are processed the same. If a certain check didn’t compute, rather than being free to look and examine closer at, “the data”, I am rejected.

I was told by the hospital doctor, the swelling was, “perhaps your love handles.” That angered me a little. I then physically showed the difference of my sides. I was then told, “The human body is not perfectly symmetrical.” But to me, the swelling and pain is real. After the scanning tests were taken and the swelling not identified (and assumed not serious), I was told, “whatever it is, will go away.”

I am not going to scream at the hard-working doctors and nurses, but rather bring to your attention what you are already aware: Canada’s government run healthcare system, with its bureaucratic “efficiencies” are detrimental for individual, personal care of patients.

People get worse and in too many cases die waiting in this system of rationed treatment. Doctor’s likewise are treated as government serfs to “public need” will continue to run patients through a mill in unnecessary diagnosed treatment, costing untold billions. Although bankruptcy is inherent in all forms of socialism, respect for doctors as independent entrepreneurs is my great concern here.

I am asking you and this medical association in all earnestness to introduce freedom for doctors by working towards the only sane direction possible; private practise for doctors and medical personnal. A truly private practise would do wonders for a doctor keeping to the only promise of his profession that counts: the hippocratic oath.

A doctor respected as a trader of services would be free to return quality, innovation and expansion to this profession. For the sake of those who need care, let Ontario begin the immediate work of private practise as an alternative to government healthcare. Then I, among many others, will get care.




Dear Mr. Harlson,

Thank-you very much for taking the time to write to the Ontario Medical Association.  As the professional association for physicians in our province we advocate on their behalf in our medical system.

I must urge you to please forward your thoughts to your local MPP as they are your advocate in our health system.  You can find out who your MPP is on this website:

All the best,

Specialist, Response Centre, Member Services

Ontario Medical Association
150 Bloor St. West, Suite 900, Toronto, Ontario  M5S 3C1
email:  tel: 416.340.2923  tf: 1.800.268.7215 ext. 2923

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That is their reply. OMA is a major lobbying group for healthcare in Canada, but won’t touch my letter, referring me instead to my local riding association politician.

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Socialized medicine in Canada

I have no idea what health care is like in other countries. I’m just going to do this in real time. I am going to tab the following events concerning a medical problem that may or may not be serious. I tend to think it is not serious, but needs attention.
Last week, I have been ignoring some mild discomfort, then not to be dismissed, pain in my lower left back, then side.
I couldn’t ignore it anymore, no matter how much work I had to do, so decided to go to the emergency room at “Brampton Civic Hospital”, Bramptons newest, largest, cutting edge hospital in Metro Toronto – the pride or all things Canadian. I have little confidence in it, but I had to go. I can still walk, but the pain is a constant in my side.
November 6, evening.
Through now quite noticeable aching, I drove and parked, reaching the “intake” at 7:00 pm. I read a sign, “Please stand on the red carpet for the next available reception.” I then stood on the red carpet allotted for incoming patients. It was 7:45 by the time I got to the reception where the aide took my health-card information. I had to give my health-card number and drivers license information. I sat down then explained my discomfort and mentioned my pain was constant and sometimes sharp. He asked for a scale. I replied, “about 4.75 on a scale of 10.” I could still stand, walk around, – all uncomfortably, but doable.
I waited another hour before I was accepted to see a doctor. But I didn’t see a doctor. A nurse came to usher me in where a doctor was to see me. She asked me assessing questions and I suppose to see how urgent my condition was. I waited again in the doctors medical room where I looked at the medical equipment and bed.
The doctor came in and immediately begain asking me questions about what exactly the pain was and where. I told her and she prodded my sides a bit and asked me historical questions. All my answers were no, no, I don’t have allergies, no I don’t have heart problems, etc. I then was told to take a urine test and blood test. The doctor left and a nurse told me how to proceed. I joked about being a vampire to the nurse and was getting hungry because I was loosing blood from her needle. (She finally got the joke after repeating). In the back of my mind, I wanted to say how much I wanted to bite her neck,…but decided not to push it.
After I left the needle room, and gave my sample, I was ushered outside in a waiting room.
The blood sample results came back.
By now, it was about 10:30 pm. The urine results came back around 11:00 pm. There were no serious results in the urine, which the doctor was seeking – no blood in the urine which would indicate danger. So the results were basically good – which I was glad.
The doctor was asking me who was my family doctor and I replied I had none, since I had not seen a doctor in over 5 years. (I never experienced trouble before).
The doctor also recommended an X-Ray that included a high level of radiation, but I objected. I didn’t like the idea of getting radiation scans, so she then mentioned I get a family doctor and follow up like that. She also berated me for not getting regular check ups, which I agreed to get a family doctor and begin looking after my health.
Seeing I was objecting to radiation, the suggestion to getting a regular doctor was this doctors alternative to follow up. I went away with a codine prescription with the assessment that the doctor didn’t see any serious signs and perhaps it may be an internal muscle that was strained. I hope that is what it is, but it doesn’t seem like that is the case. I will keep watch.
This process to from 7:10 to 11:45 pm to complete. I at least had the knowledge professional help was initiated.
November 7
I found my family doctor who has moved clinics. I drove about 15 kilometers to get there. It was nice to see my doctor again. I told her my problem and gave her a list of assessments the hospital doctor gave me to relay.
My doctor looked it over and also said it may not be serious, then recommended an ultra sound scan. Now that I can live with! Ultra sound is not radiation, and safe. I immediately agreed, so after this reunion, the doctor gave me an ultra sound form to take to an X-ray clinic in my area.  I left my family doctor then phoned the X-ray clinic to make an appointment for ultra sound testing. I also went to get the codine prescription picked up.
November 9
The aching has not gone away but I am still working.
I am undecided whether to keep taking the pain killers or just ride the aching out until the 15th.
The prescription just dries me out. I woke up this morning with a better sleep than the nights before, but still feel at times, a “panic point” of pain where I know something much more deadly may be wrong that might incapacitate me. In other words, the feelings are wilder than the facts so far have designated. I will trust the facts and let that be the guide.
I would have thought that something that seems quite serious to me would have prompted much more urgent action on the part of health-care professionals, but I guess not.
After I take the ultra sound test, I will have a much better idea what to do next. I don’t think what I am experiencing is serious – but it could be, but now, gathering facts will count in deciding direction.
November 10, 2011, 8:32 pm.
I stopped taking the codine pills since yesterday but when I woke up this morning, the aching was too sharp, so I took another around noon. I’m still going to work since I can still move around and fake that all okay if anybody asks how I am, particularly close relatives. Not everybody knows about this “condition” whatever it is.
I can’t wait for Nov 15 for the ultra sound testing so remedial action can then be made soon after that.
November 11, 8:20 pm
No change. After waking and getting up is the sharpest aching in my side. I ignore it as much as possible then it diminishes as my body blood flows and gets active. I woke at 2:00 pm today (I work nights, sleep in the morning and do afternoon work. Around 3:00 pm today I changed a light fixture in my house, from an old one to a new short chandelier type that looks much better. I can look pretty normal if I don’t twist and turn too much.
I have decided to change some of my liquid habits from massive amounts of coffee (generally 5-8 cups per 24 hour period, to more fruit juices (doctor’s suggestions).
I read many Ayn Rand Centers essays today pertaining to war, veteran’s day, gasoline prices, etc. I’m also going to review my economic knowledge and perhaps dig more into sound economic principles. I haven’t looked seriously enough at the closeness of the European default and its implications for here.
I had a chance to talk to my companies finance executive at a public meeting on the importance of freedom vs. sector lobbying that would benefit our economy. My company does a lot of American and Canadian lobbying through “white papers” (academic submissions in conjunction with this company) to government leaders when they formulate new policies. It wasn’t much of a talk, but I highlighted the importance of freedom over industry sector “protection.” Most companies vigorously protect their own industry over understanding of the principle of economic freedom.
November 12, Saturday.
It’s been over a week now and I am getting concerned. My
initial emotions have past and I am must reach decisions that will help or hinder
me. I awoke at 1:30 pm today with a sharp pain in my side. This time I had to
force myself to walk around about 15 minutes, partially holding my breath to
suffer the pain until my body could tolerate it.
I finally told my sister about this ridiculous condition and
she emailed me a cleansing remedy. I’ll post it below. I don’t know if it’s
applicable but it cannot hurt – or can it? It’s an Epsom salt intake with
virgin olive oil mixed with grapefruit juice in sequence. The Epsom salt is
supposed to open the way for the stones to pass (in the mixture).  What makes this iffy is I just looked into the mirror – and my left side is swollen! Damn! This changes things. I don’t know if I can ride out the pain as it worsens until the 15th for the ultra sound scan. Three more days of swelling of my side? A swelling left side to me indicates an infection of some kind. This hastens the decision making.
What I don’t like is if I go to the doctor, the doctor may recommend an immediate x-ray scan. The ultra sound cannot be accomplished until the 15th. Maybe there is another ultra sound farther away – sooner.
If I can help it, I don’t want radiation scans, but it may not be helped.
I was going to try the Epsom solution recipe today, but I
will go to the doctors right now and see if I can’t get an ultra sound scan
this weekend – if possible. I might have to drive “out of town.”
Well, if that’s what it takes. This ridiculous thing is now a race – against
what I don’t know, but it isn’t good.
November 12, 10:30 pm.
I just started the epsom salts, but my side hurts too much. I decided to tell my wife (and she hit the ceiling as I suspected). I didn’t want to let her see the swelling on my side, but showed her.
Rose will pick someone else up to bring back here then drive me to the hospital. I wish I could have worked this Epsom/oil/grapefruit recipe out but perhaps after I get this treated. My left side is visibly swollen out. I tried to holding out until the 15th for the ultra sound, but I know now I wouldn’t make it. I tried to ignore the aching, but now feel the aching even as I walk around. The infection or whatever it is) is developing too fast. I must act now.
I had tried to get to my doctor today, but the clinic was closed early and the alternative reference on the phone there was a suggestion to go to the nearest hospital or call 911. This was when I decided to get pro-active and try the Epsom oil mix, but this home remedy may not be what I need right now.
I’m sure if I go back to the hospital tonight, I may get an X-ray, which I didn’t want, but…
I will bring a few books for the long wait it will be. I wish I knew more about Xenon and his good views towards trade and profits….something Greek history…
Saturday, November 12. 2011
I never thought of a hospital like a factory process, but that’s what it is like here.
I stopped around 8 pm with my left side aching, visibly swollen. It was 11:00 pm when I registered in the Brampton Civic hospital this time.
The doctor (a different one) this time, checked me and insisted I get a CT scan. I agreed. Even though I don’t like the idea of aradiation shot, I think this is now seriuos enough to comply). After receiving from the doctor a small yellow sheet of paper, I was to go back to the “intake” and re-register at the front desk again. The yellow sheet was admission to the CT scan. I’d have to go through the entry process ans “re-register” as when I first stepped in the hospital the first time. The yellow referral sheet I gave to the CT scan was a different department, so technically. I was leaving the doctors department. That is the only reason I could see for the re-entry.
I was asked the same questions as when I entered the first time; Contact information, Health card number, then, “Do you have any allergies, diabetes, heart problems? etc.”
Now, back to waiting for the doctor for the results who checked me the first time. The doctor called me and stated the CT scan showed nothing – which was good! No serious condition could be seen, not even small kidney stones. The doctor checked me again and could see the swelling, so recommended a deeper look – an X-Ray. I agreed to it, so with another form the doctor gave me, I went to the X-Ray department. I showed this form there but could not schedule an X-Ray until, “next morning.” By now it was 2:20 am. I agreed to go as soon as I got their next day phone call.
I was awoken by the call 8:30 am the next morning. We discussed it would be “nice if I could be there at 9:00 pm, so rushed out without eating since I wanted this over once and for all. I had the X-Ray form with me and handed it in when I got to the right room. A single X-Ray technician told me where to stand, which way, etc. and took several pictures of me.
I again went through the process of going back to the front desk entry area and waiting for the doctors assessment and results.
The doctor (a third doctor this time) called me and told me he found nothing in my lower left side. He did however find a metal fragment (unrelated) in my left chest. A metal fragment! Wow! Now I can make up stories how I was in the Iraq war! The doctor said, if it didn’t bother by now, there was no use taking it out now. It is small enough not to consider.
So my left side has absolutely nothing seriously wrong with it. The X-Ray showed – nothing. This doctor, this time said, “Whatever it is, let it pass. Whatever it is, will go away. Just give it some time and it will be gone.” With this and the doctor who sent me to the CT scan, went as far as hinting it was just my love handles that was the swelling. I was a little irked by the condescending atitude. The aching and pain is real – and it is “something.”
The aching and swelling is worst is when I first wake up. The swelling is very bad then. I told all the doctors this. I will have to keep persisting until I find our what exactly it is. I have another chance to find out. Come the 15th, I have the ultra sound scan. Hopefully, that will reveal more. I just hope nothing gets worse before then. I wonder about that since (its not my imagination) I feel worse on aching at different times now. It’s slightly worsening, and I’m not hypocondriac. I’ve been thinking.
I do remember something when I was very young. At around 8 or so, I had a hernia. Since then, I’ve forgotten it, but the symptoms I have now are similar to a hernia. That might be it.
I took charge by going to the doctors and am glad there is nothing serious in what they found so far, but I am far from satisfied with their procedure process. The doctors so far have not identified why my side still hurts and swells. I don’t think they are right that it will, “go away.”
I will now go to my family doctor tomorrow, show her her the results of the CT and X-Ray scans, then let her know I intend to keep the ultra sound scan appointment. I’ll also tell her of the hernia experience I had and ask if it may be related. After tommorrow, if the doctors don’t know why my side aches and swells, I will not know what to do, but keep looking myself.
I met a friend over coffee today and we talked about over-sights he and his girlfriend experienced when his girlfriend needed knee surgery over an accident she experienced. I hear many other stories too. It is not very encouraging. I will pursue this because if it is a hernia, that to can be a very different kind of danger and will stop me from independence.
Today is Monday night November 14, 2011 as I type this. I will go to work tonight from 8:30 pm to 5:00 am next morning. I will wake at noon, then prepare for the ultra sound scan. I may have time to see my family doctor before then.
November 15, 2:45 pm.
At the X-Ray/ Ultra sound office, I was ushered in a fw minutes earlier than the 3 pm appointment time. I pre-drank the required 5 cups of water about 15 minutes late so told the technician about this. He then asked me to wait on the bed a few minutes longer before pictures were taken of my sides and interior. He put the greasy mix on to enable him to slide the scanner. The screen was angled so I could see it but could not make heads out exactly what I was seeing. The technicians name was Omar somebody.
The technician had a new trainee working with him, so I told him I didn’t want her to make any mistakes in the work. She was learning how to take the pictures and had some problems with figuring how to transfer the pictures for sending to others. After a few attempts, he instructed her how to first freeze the picture, before it was able to be transferred. The exercise took about 20 minutes and I was done. I dressed my top half and am now to go to my family doctor for the results.
November 16, 2011
Giving doctors a lead
Today I woke with the same inflamed left side. I drove to my family doctors only to drop off my CT scan results and make an appointment, but instead the doctor saw me and invited me to a visit. The ultra sound reception mentioned waiting several days before making this appointment, but here I was.
In the doctors room, she examined my right and left side as I showed her the difference. I took this chance to tell the doctor about having a hernia when I was about 7 or 8 years old and mentioned this might be what I have. I explained I still had old stitches from that early operation. She stated, “Yes, that might be what it is.” She typed this note in her computer and also checked then for the ultra sound results, but they were not transferred to her yet.
She asked if I had done any strenuous exercising lately. I replied, “No, all I do at the most is run up 13 flights of stairs, then stretch at work as a break.” I cannot imagine sitting all night without some movement. I was glad this doctor actually acknowledged the inflamed side and acknowledged it “as clearly swollen.” She suggested I may have to see a specialist, but she would wait for the ultra sound results first. I will be making an appointment “next week” for follow up.
My conclusion so far. I was concerned of the swelling of my left side so having gone to the hospital, received a CT scan, an x-ray, which I think (before and after-the-fact) were unnecessary. The examinations ran according to procedure, not analysis based on patient care, but through an elimination process. This probably cost several thousand dollars that did not have to be spent. While I am glad nothing was found on a deep level of examination, I am still frustrated the problem was not pinpointed.
I had always been under the impression one gets sick, the doctor examines, and through dedicated practise and experience, correctly identifies the source of the problem and enacts a cure. Instead I ran into a wall of bureaucracy and got spit out several times. I’m thinking, what if it was something serious and I ruptured, precipitating a crises situation?
Well, I won’t speculate.
November 17, 2011
Awake after a good sleep at 11:00 am, but I didn’t want to get up. I felt “okay” laying there so let myself sleep. I awoke again at 2:05 pm and dreaded getting up. I knew it. The pain started again after standing but I force myself to move around. I walk back and forth in my room, and kneel down, elbows on the bed. “Aghh! I feel like screaming to myself but it won’t help. I get up and continue my forced walk. It’ll pass. It’ll pass. I won’t pity myself I say to myself as my eyes water.” The intense aching subsides a bit so I go out of the room. I remember normal breathing. I take the doctors prescribed extra strength Tylonol.
I’m thinking how self focused I’ve been. I haven’t thought of many long term thoughts lately as I pass the TV in the living room. The “occupiers” are getting closed in on in New York city. It’s about time. Maybe “society loses long term thinking, I muse, since its “pain” of inhibiting regulations stops long term activity. I stop myself, its true factually, but not collectively. The intensity of the aching is now bearable so I write these notes. It is 3:06 pm.
I was asked to make an appointment with my family doctor “next week” but I will call in a few more days. Hopefully the doctor will have analysed the ultra sound scan by then. If I call too soon, I’d have to wait.
I have just a few hours today before I go to work tonight, so I will work on my letter to the Ontario Medical Association. I could use this letter with personal revamps to mail to other and any medical association across Canada too. So that’s my work for today until my import work tonight. Ha! A funny thought. The company VP of finance came to give a presentation to our workgroup a few days ago. He gave a very clear, inspiring talk how well our company is doing and how our internal operations have currently changed, in keeping with, “excellent customer service.” He also gave mention how Canada is “in negotiations” with its American counterparts about the North American “perimeter” as a security around Canada/ US. Here, I openly protested and said I disagree with it, for homeland type security will be implemented here in Canada if these negotiations are internationally agreed on. He replied, “Unfortunately, these measures are necessary given the dangers still prevalent.” Well, I disagree I said, the enemy should instead be eliminated to which he said nothing. There weren’t many people there, only about 30, but attention had perked up.
The talk then continued and I asked, “Does This company have a Canadian lobbying arm? I know This company U.S. has a very strong lobbying department, but does Canada?” Some people in the workgroups laughed as if it was a foolish question – unheard of. For most, it is unheard of. Anyways, he said “Yes, Canada does have a lobbying department.” He then went on to explain how This Company, Canada does watch the political situation closely and presents “white papers” through academic and company ideas, writes them, then presents them to Parliament. This is accomplished by either the government approaching them or This company going to government concerning new legislation.
I replied, “I thought so, but wanted to make sure. My follow up is then, does This Company lobby for the economy or only for This Company only? He replied, “We do the lobbying for this company and how legislation affects or can be affected only towards This Company.” I then said, “Well, that seems like the problem. Each company lobbys only for itself, then the country is loaded down with so much regulations, the entire economy is bogged to, now less than 1% GDP. What this country needs is more freedom, which most people don’t even understand anymore.” I hear a purposed howl of laughter as the speaker is standing looking silent. The talk ends. After the talk ends, we leave. I stop by and thank him for the excellent talk. I tell him I am a laissez – faire capitalist and that’s where I am coming from. We shake hands.
Others now call me “Mr. Freedom” and say how dumbfounded the speaker looked, but he wasn’t dumbfounded at all, he, properly, was seriously contemplating what I said. I must write a follow up letter and give him my final copy of, “Why Businessmen Need Philosophy.”
November 18, 2011
I woke up this morning with a much less intense aching in my side. Last night I pre-empted this moment by taking the prescribed pain killers just before I went to sleep.
The daily events I am writing here so far, follow exactly what Leonard Peikoff warns Americans about in,
“Medicine: The Death of a Profession.” (The Voice of Reason).
So far I have been analysed along a purely bureaucratic, government run method and the actual X what is my problem has not been found.
So far four doctors have looked me over, according to socialized, working procedures, and now I am working on helping them diagnose me.
The doctors care, but I think the quality of care is dismal, – just as Peikoff has warned. I’m hopefully going to bring out the fact; not to expect any kind of quality care with socialized medicine. I’m glad tests so far has revealed what I don’t have: A serious, deep problem like cancer, tumour, or even kidney stones.
Private care for my health would have taken a very different path and by now the problem would have been found, and a cure enacted – at an affordable price.
Despite government pride of Canada’s healthcare system, Canadian quality in healthcare cannot be resusitated. Wittness:
What’s needed is individual rights and freedom of trade in healthcare.
Obamacare must not pass. Any kind of government intervention in healthcare in America – and here – must be repealed.
November 19,2011
I got fed up. I went to work tonight, sat down and the black co-worker did what he usually did, trying to give me his, “knuckle to knuckle greeting.” He had been trying to do that for weeks. I explained several times I don’t do that and if he wanted to shake hands I’d willingly do that, but every night, he kept holding his knuckles persistently, waiting a long time for me to “knuckle shake.” Waiting. Every time I came in he’d try all sorts of attitudes and way’s for me to give this “black” handshake.
Tonight he told the fellow next to me to grab my hand and force it. The co-worker grabbed my hand in jest, and I blew up. I jerked my hand back. “F…off, both of you! Don’t be so damned stupid! You know I don’t agree with racism. Now leave me alone, both of you” They stood frozen and I turned to work, leaving them speechless. My co-workers don’t know of my ailment.
I worked half an hour and closed down, and told my supervisor I’m not feeling well enough to work tonight. My side wasn’t aching too much worse than usual, but I am tired of it and didn’t feel like talking to anyone. I don’t swear. It’s not the way I do things or the way I work or think.
I don’t like the fact I’ve passed from normal health to subsisting on codeine pain killers. Never in my life did I ever imagine I’d be taking drugs let alone depending on them. I’ll be so glad when this episode of my life is fixed.
November 20
I wrote to the Ontario Medical Board. This association is a major influence in how medicine is run in this province.
I’ve told a few friends, other than at my work place, and wonder at the wisdom of telling. The stories that come out of pains, then discoveries of cancer, of tumours. I’ll keep this to myself as much as possible.
November 26 2011 A blood test by my family doctor now. I’ve “adjusted” now, but still do not know what this is. By a process of elimination, it is assumed to be a torn internal muscle. Doctors seem to be satisfied with that. I’m just amazed at the level of satisfaction at not knowing exactly what it is that happened to me. All pains are not as sharp. Maybe it will eventually, “go away.”
This post is long. I will continue with, “Socialized Medicine in Canada II.”

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Stop Taking it up the Gass Tank.

As a member of the Canadian Taxpayer Alliance, we have a petition for the Province to take HST off food and fuel!

Across Canada, government rakes in no less than a third of all gasoline prices, some Provinces much more! With gasoline prices more than double what it should be wholesale, even with global demand, political unrest, and inflation, you are expected to smile as the price fluctuates down a piddly five cents.

It’s time to stop taking it up the gass tank.

Canadians, instead of government being a protector of your rights, ” Mobility Rights…

6. (b) to pursue the gaining of a livelihood in any province” our Federal government is destroying them.

(Canadian Constitution)

Government manipulation of our mobility rights on an honest market is unconstitutional no matter their weasel wording to the contrary.

I’m getting signatures! We will stop the collusion between government and private “partnerships” that create oligopolies, high prices, and great harm to Canadian producers and workers. We demand honest, market prices! We demand our energy to live and prosper be free of government manipulations. We demand the separation of economics and state!



TO The Legislative Assembly of Ontario: –

WHEREAS the imposition of the HST on Food And Fuel has and is creating great harm to the people and that this practice is Dispicable, Disgraceful and Dumb!

WE the undersigned petition the Legislative Assembly of Ontario as follows:

That you immediately remove the Provincial part of HST Tax on Food and Fuel.

Name (printed)________________________

Address (printed) + Email use 2 lines if needed_______________________________


Canadian Taxpayers Alliance, Email Please complete and return to us by mail at Canadian Taxpayer’s Alliance, Unit 603-61 Waterford Dr., Toronto Ont., M9R 2N7. Provincial rules require that we present the original document not copies!

Phone# 416-245-7778


Add as many lines for signatures as needed. I went out and distributed 250 copies of this petition, went to work and obtained two pages of signatures  in twenty minutes. I wasn’t expecting so quick a demand so will print 50 copies more for just my work associates. If you wish to revamp a petition for your politician, feel free to use this idea. I squeezed this in but you can format your own how you wish. There is rumbling and a rotten mood here in Canada over gas prices and hydro (home) fuel prices since people know it is politicians doing it. I hope the entire western hemisphere rises up and kicks out environmentally manipulators – all of them and elect honest, leave us alone leaders.

For a clear understanding of energy prices and information, I highly recommend the Ayn Rand Center for Individual Rights  website and also check out Alex Epstein’s Face book pages for detailed information.

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Official Police Complaint

Anarchists had run amok downtown Toronto during the G20 summit, destroying police cars and doing extensive damage to shop windows.Now, believe it or not, it is the police on the defensive for their overwhelming use of force under attack by the anarchists lawyers and disenchanted “public.” Well I thought, who the hell will hold the anarchists and make them explain why they did what they did?

Summary of my complaint to the Toronto Police Board.

I made a same formal complaint also to the Ontario Ombudsman. The complaint is in essence as follows: 

The Toronto Police Services Board does not include the verbatim transcripts (rationalizations) anarchists give for their destructive behavior.  The police do not show what the ideas (websites, telephone calls, words and propaganda anarchists relied on that motivated their destructive behavior. This would help the citizens of Toronto understand why and how these criminals came to be.

If this isn’t understood, a review hearing aimed only at police “harassment”  will be a mere sounding board if all facts are not exposed.

Such destructive ideas that anarchist rely on cannot be stopped by legal force, which would be totalitarian, but stopped by exposure and letting reasonable citizens understand the dangers their own youngsters are in. With exposure, individual citizens can take up the responsibilities of correcting the ideational errors.

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G20 Individual Rights Walk and Promotion

The few friends and I that promoted individual rights at the G20 are ok. We got away from the crowd of protesters a few mere minutes before the ridiculous “professional” anarchists began breaking windows and taunting the police.  We were right in the middle of that crowd promoting America’s Tea Party and individual rights, then the “black block” as the tactic is called – started. We were getting squeezed in as they donned their handkerchiefs and started staring down and yelling back at the line of police guards. They ended up destroying property and torching police cars.

However, we had our say about individual rights as the basis of freedom and our promotion of America’s Tea Party movement, with about 7 local media interviews: Chezk, Polish, Epoch Times, “Now” magazine, etc. There were also university researchers, and a video interviewer that will put my message on Youtube. I’ll be informed later about that.

The Epoch Times (Chinese dissidents against communism) did the most thorough interview with me.

The friends that made it there stuck with me all the way and I’m proud of them. Our walk began at noon. It was raining heavily and we got soaked, but kept on. The rain dissipated about an hour and a half later and we got busy challenging the communists, socialists and other “entitlement” groups there by waving the American flag and handing out, “What the Tea Party Movement Must Stand For.”

A lady named Elizabeth” was really great. She did a lot of distribution and talking to people.

We were right in the middle of all the socialists and communists and unions proudly waving the Tea Party message, the Individual Rights message and distributing the Ayn Rand Center’s message on the Tea Party.

A lot of on-lookers took pictures of the American flag and our Tea Party’s sign, “America was instituted to secure Individual Rights!” The other side of the sign stated, “Remember Tea Party America.” I alternated the sign so most people would see both sides.

I just hope enough got the message. I think so since I took a lot of insults from the socialists. People would come at me saying. ” Your a ##*#! racist. You’re pathetic! “You’re in the wrong ##!!++# country!  Etc.”

The police were there to keep order. They’d told me to “keep moving” since I stayed too long in one place, some people would start chanting against me, “Tea Party Bulls##t! Tea Party Bullsh##!” I simply ignored them since I was there to promote the Tea Party and individual rights to on-lookers, not get entangled with hardcore socialists. What we are the most encouraged about were the interviews. I hope they air.

At the end of our walk and before we left, I waved my flag and the same message in Sid Ryan’s union crowd. He is Canada’s most famous union spokesman. He was making a pro union speech. I get quiet and personal satisfaction from this since I had worked hard at ousting a Social democrat years ago, by writing the then Premier, Mike Harris for individual rights. Mike Harris had actually written legislation for individual rights to be implemented into Ontario’s union position. Again years later, union leades still decry how Mike Harris had “done incredible damage to the union by this code.”  

The anarchists began breaking windows and taunting the police mere minutes after we moved away from the “professional” rioters.  

It’s our first time being this open and public so I will look for any Tea Party and individual rights message to show on some of the local media I mentioned. 

At the interviews I repeated basically the same ideas as the following.

Interviewer: Your message caught my attention. What brings you here?

Ted: I’m here to bring awareness to the most evaded and neglected political principle of our time, both by protesters and politicians. that principle is individual rights! The various groups here say they are fighting for freedom but one cannot be fighting for freedom unless one has the principle of individual rights as its base. Individual rights is not only the most neglected political principle, but the most critical political principle, that’s very much needed today.

Individual rights  means protection against intrusive government and against the majority. It also means protection from entitlement, from the government confiscating my money for altruistic causes, which many groups here are demonstrating for.

Interviewer: But your message is American. Why are you showing that message here?

Ted: Both Canada and the United States, in fact all countries need the principle of individual right in order to have freedom. In Canada the principle of individual rights is implicit, but in the United States, it is explicit, but all countries need the principle in order to be free. Another reason is I just love America.  

The “NOW” magazine interviewer surprised me by saying, “This is a socialist crowd, what are you doing here?”  (NOW magazine has been an openly socialist promoter since its inception).

Ted: That’s why I’m here to show an alternative, to show the importance of individual rights, property rights and the right to the pursuit of happiness, of one’s own produce, one’s own treasures.

Some student protesters were seriously curious about the Tea Party sign and took the time to talk to me, albeit with their university induced ideas of “social justice.” They talked about their very honest concerns about rights in their area, women’s rights for example. I simply told them group rights are a collectivist idea and for anyone to talk of minority rights, one had to recognize the greatest minority of all: the individual. 

All of the interviewers and curious took a copy of, “What the Tea Party Must Stand For.”

I was very glad to be able, again to promote Ayn Rand’s ideas. It is a lot of work to stay focused, not get riled when verbally attacked, and to get key ideas stated properly. However, it is very much worth it in this very real fight for freedom.

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Tomorrow may possibly be the day America votes for socialism.

I have written many emails to Governors, Senators and representatives against the soon to be voted Obama health care bill.

Some representatives argued but I gave moral reasons why the bill is destructive of the rights of doctors, patients and citizens. No matter how one looks at it, Government intrusion into health care is  growth of socialism.

The American people  have finally woken up in a spontaneous burst of “Tea Party” organization. These sprang explosively to fight the health care bill.

But it is more than that.

The Ayn Rand Institute has long worked on providing the intellectual ammunition for this needed change.

America The Beautiful

 With so many issues to be angry about, the Tea Partiers need a direction, a central theme to rally for. It cannot be religion, for religious morals are the undercurrent that got America in trouble in the first place with its compassionate, legal dictates  forcing citizens to sacrifice ever more of their hard earned produce.

Forced distribution angers Americans enough to organize and march on Washington – 25,000 in an instant, when needed, as today. Today is the last day until the expected vote for or against the health care bill tomorrow. Americans will be there to protest if the bill passes. Legal preparations are already underway to fight the health care bill passage. The “reconciliation process” is one way. Legal challenges to mandatory insurance is another. Several western states are already drafting legislation to protect their individuals from the insurance requirements.  

However, I would not be doing the Tea Party any justice if I didn’t name the barely hidden ogre that is overtaking America: Fascism,  for that is what over-riding (trampling) individual rights in favour of national schemes is.  That is the kind of socialism emerging.

The Furor, if he were alive today, would nod in agreement at what the Republican and Democratic governments have created today. 

The health care bill is also massive growth. Some estimate 25% growth of government in the land of the free.

In specifics, doctors will lose their rights to doctor as they see proper, insurance will become mandatory with escalating fines to the resistant – and greatly diminishing freedom to innovate new insurance schemes. Politicians perversly see government insurance  as “competing” that will bring down health costs.

From Charles E. Schumer, New York State Senator,  “the creation of new “Exchanges” through health care reform, in which insurance companies could sell affordable health insurance to individuals and small businesses. In these Exchanges, a not-for-profit health insurance company, which would compete on a level playing field with existing private health insurance plans, would help to lower premiums and exert downward pressure on the premiums of existing insurance plans.”

American politicians like this one ignore reducing regulations that hinder competition between states, plan the implementation of greater controls and interventions, and refuse to see the difference between force and voluntary, private exchange of goods and services all the while, riding on the virtues of capitalism.

The American constitution is itself  in serious danger of being forcibly pushed out of existence. American citizens are rising up.

I will be there along side Americans – fighting for a better, socialist free future.

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My Night in a Graveyard.

My Night in a Graveyard.

Posted on February 17, 2010 by  Ted Harlson

Part I

If I learned anything that dark night, it was the need to seriously question cultural indoctrination. Bad ideas are buried very deep. The daily eclectic, damaging mix we hear every day is cultural reinforcement aimed at our willingness to believe in lies, fantasies and ghosts.

The following made it clear.

It was 1:30 am and my eyes were tired from reading. It was a warm summer night so I went for a walk to refresh myself. About forty minutes into my walk on this dimly lit road I noticed an embankment about 30 feet down. There were plenty of trees, but I also detected a pathway. I was curious where the pathway might lead. I heard a creek flowing farther back.

The embankment was steep, full of tall bush and weeds but I jumped over the guard rail and slid down the embankment, working my way past the bushes and weeds. I followed a path and walked towards a yellow lit lamplight. I suddenly realized I was in a cemetery!

Headstones were everywhere. Surrounded by the dark night I moved towards the lamp light. Past the graveyard was the black, winding creek with moonlight reflecting off the ripples. It was very dark and quiet.

I laughed to myself for landing in this situation. Then I got serious. I stopped and I listened to my body, my mind and felt this nagging emotion creep up.

It was a deep quiet fear arising in me but I was also more curious to read the headstones so I moved forward.

The headstones had similar inscriptions of deceased people remembered with everlasting remembrance and love. Some were very poetic and quite creative. Whoever these people were, they were loved by their families – at least when they died, I mused to myself. A lot of good the thoughts will do the dead person now. He will never know it.

Many of the people really did believe with their references to God on the inscriptions. Some didn’t. Those who believed in God stated the dead person was now with angels or now in heaven. Others simply wrote loving thoughts of remembrance.

I paused for I kept feeling this lingering fear and it seemed embedded, a part of me but I kept looking around. I saw that people took their beliefs with them to the grave. I pondered the effects such beliefs might have on surviving generations. Will my country be better off or worse off because of these people’s misguided beliefs in the supernatural? Legacies have influence. What kind of legacies do people leave? These carried their beliefs past death but I didn’t know how much was genuine. The stronger the belief stated heaven, the less sincere it seemed. These final inscriptions did however convey their set view of life.

Perhaps they had never thought of or avoided fundamental issues and this is what they ended up with, a mystical view on a headstone despite a very real death. Then it’s crucially important to get one’s epistemology right, I surmised.

As I was pondering these things, my apprehension was again noticeable. It was vague; subconscious. It was noticeable enough that I decided to focus on it completely. I decided to identify my fear and its cause! Identifying this feeling would enable me to understanding why I had this apprehension.

Part II

There was no one in the dark graveyard but me, the street light I was under, the creek, the moonlight and silence. A slight wind and rustle of leave broke the stillness.

I sat down on a headstone to think.

I began by differentiating between my thoughts and what I was sensing, what was inner and what was out there? I focused on what was “out there” first.

There was nothing physical to fear. The creek was a creek. The pathway was just a pathway. The grass was just dark grass. The surrounding trees were just moonlit trees. Shadows were absence of light. These objects were still there as in daylight. The headstones were just headstones. The dead were dead, buried.  The moonlight was dimly lighting all the physical shapes. There was silence apart from the ripples of the creek. I am alive. They are dead.

“Out there”, I thought, is the base of all knowledge.

The creek, pathway, grass and graves, exist in an ordered, lawful way. Each element, each different thing acts according to its nature and only according to its nature. A rock is rock like. Water behaves as water. A rock cannot get up and walk. Nothing acts out of the ordinary. The dead can never rise. Everything is ordered and lawful, according to its nature. The nature of elements and laws of nature are absolute and cannot change. Things are what they are and nothing else. Existence and identity are the same reality. Reality is fixed, things exist as they are and nothing else. My looking and listening was sharp. This was the way I confirmed my thoughts. “If seeing is not believing, then thinking was useless as well.” I could see the shadowed trees. I could see the dim light. I could see the pathway and headstones. I could hear the creek. I could perceive all these things as confirmation knowing. I could feel and tear the grass with my hands. I was relying on my perceptions – as all humans do.

A dead person can never raise out of the grave, not even a Jesus Christ, if there ever was one. I thought about how ridiculous the idea was.

All the holy scriptures of any religion are untrue if they assert stories pretending the dead do rise, or spirits exist. Religion is untrue if it pretends A is not A. This was how I was thinking. I went to the ultimate, broadest, primary, – the mental base of all thought, “existence exists.” I said to myself, “This exists” as I looked around and that’s that!

The entire universe was anchored by, “existence exists”, not ghosts exist. No spirits exist, but existence exists. Reality is unchallengeable. Existence is the base of all knowledge, all proofs. Oh yes, that was how I was thinking, not hoping it was true, but knowing it could not be otherwise. My consciousness is to merely identify and affirm reality, not create reality or to imagine what doesn’t exist.

To deny existence is impossible – “Even here”, I thought, “In a graveyard.”

Reality is seen, physically felt or heard. I also reflected on my perceptions. They do not interpret reality, but grasp awareness in with their several forms; eyes to see, nose to smell, ears to hear, etc. I trust my perceptions.

Only through our perceptions can humans know anything.  Concepts follow the nature of things. Ideas are higher level, but perception is the only method of anchoring knowledge to reality.

From existence, I moved to identity; things must exist as something. Everything that exists has identity. I thought. “But how many agree with this yet believe in an unidentifiable God? Or believe that things don’t have identity by believing that miracles happen, or that horrors can happen such as ghosts suddenly appearing to haunt them? How many believe “holy” scriptures that deny the absolute of existence? The real.

I was still trying to identify my private fear.

I had by now, isolated my fear as part of my consciousness and not, “out there” in reality.

The source of fear then was deeper in me. It had to be in my mental processes. Focusing more on my thinking. I identified my fear as a “possible action – possible danger” rooted in the following form, “What will happen? What might happen? If nothing out of the ordinary can possibly come from “out there” then what action did I fear from possible motion?

Keeping the major difference between reality and my mind, I understood it was my memories that brought the images and thoughts of ghosts, gods, and spooks coming out of the graves or appearing before me from the dark. I focused even more on my surroundings.

The thought of “getting away from here” crossed my mind so I decided to focus on this specific deep fear and face it head on to identify its source.

I purposely listened harder and more intently. Each noise I heard in the darkness, – a rustle of leaves, or unidentified noise, I willfully turned toward it to identify it. By turning away or, “getting away” I would have not faced this fear. Any shadowy shape that I imagined a human form, I walked towards – to identify it. (I purposefully headed toward anything that might make me fear). By this extroverted method, my fears diminished. Shadows ended up being just leaves and bushes, and more nature.

Yet in spite of identifying the darkness of reality, there remained a very deep apprehension. This quite fear felt a part of me. I determined to identify it completely. I was still groping for the root.

Part III

The deep root of fear was culturally induced memories I had not questioned! Those memories were not the only guilty culprit. My programmed  imagination was also guilty of projecting the memories into future possibilities in the form of, “What if this happened? What if that happens – as I’ve heard? I know reality is an absolute, yet what if a ghost does appear?

The, “what if” is the reason so many are afraid of being alone in the dark.

I remembered back to passages from Holy Scriptures telling of the raising of the dead or Holy Scriptures telling of angels, spirits or devils.

That was it! As a child I was indoctrinated to believe the holy book was true, – the dead as living, the living as dead and spirits as real or evil spirits able to torment living humans. These teachings were a form of brainwashing that remained. As an adult I had never seriously questioned them.

Even though I now profess not to believe in God, gods, or ghosts, these old, old unquestioned stories still haunted me tonight. They haunted me not because they were true, but because as I gave up the beliefs of the mystics, I had never mentally and directly confronted those fallacies. I held them as false superficially, but never deep down identified how they were wrong and to discard them and fully realize only, “only existence exists.” This night I was directly refuting the old mystics – with reality and identity. Tonight I affirmed reality by adjusting my conscious awareness only to reality, and rejecting fabricated memories of an old corrupt, indoctrinated past. The bible or any other old religious creeds were wrong by virtue of reality.

Part IV

My most surprising identification was yet to come. As I was looking at my surroundings, and in spite of my denial of religious indoctrination, I still had this foreboding, “…in spite of all your logic, in spite of all you think, still what if…” What if something, a living dead did appear? What if…

What if something did exist that I was not aware of? Though greatly diminished, I still felt the creepy, deep fear.

The, “what if” phrase was an action possibility. The identification of its source surprised me with its simplicity.

My mistake was leaving the door open just a little, “I could be wrong.” However upon examining this, I felt a little foolish leaving this possibility open. I had to do better than expect to lean on vague generalities or causeless doubt. My senses were telling me all I needed to know. I honestly felt a little foolish open for something to occur. I had already confirmed reality.

My foolishness guilt, thus fear was the attempting to pretend that something could occur in the face of a lawful existence. My guilt was my own attempt to “create” something (unknown) contrary to the evidence here. Objective reality is absolute.

That was the cause of this final doubt of reality – and thus lingering fear.  Part of it was the religious creeds I had learned as a young adult, sure, but the actual root of my fear was contemporary. It was so simple, I laughed!

It was the multitude (I mean thousands!) of movies, shows, TV presentations, fake documentaries, and stories told me since I’ve been old enough to understand words. Modern living is full of supernatural stories, heavenly, funny or evil! This constant anti-reasonable, anti-existence bombardment has negative influence.

Ever since I was young, everybody, including my parents beat into me (by peer pressure or bluff) the belief of a holy God, of angels, of devils, of ghosts, and of strange things, out of the ordinary things happening – that could never be explained.

Unidentifiable, “occurrences” are all over TV, movies, people stories, and in the holy books of every religion – in every variation you could imagine! Endlessly, everywhere you look, you’ll see a massive sales job of the super natural or sub natural.

The underlying theme of culture today is: A is not A. The underlying theme is; reality is not what it seems.

This mental corruption is everywhere from crude TV evangelists to sophisticated treatises proclaiming the futility of the mind or existence acting abnormally.

I sat still sitting quietly focusing on when and where I accumulated my fears. When I fully identified the cultural source of my fear in this graveyard the lingering doubt of reality vanished.  My fear was something quite real which came from doubting my mind, not from anything supernatural. Doubting reality was the real source of the quiet fear.

Part V

I now felt at peace. Nothing could happen out of the ordinary, out of the natural. There is no super nature, no supernatural. Any guilt and fear people feel is from doubting reality. Faith is a source of all mental deviation whether it is faith in other people or faith in God, gods or ghosts.

My deep fears vanished as I identified its source as fantasy memories, bad mental conditioning, cultural re-enforcement, corrupt and empty words, creeds and contemporary stories that intentionally don’t comply with reality. Some were just stories and movies, but too many are purposeful indoctrinations, religious or cultural lies! There are so many.

I heard fantasy stories told ever since I was young and what devastation! How many other innocent children have such mental devastation put on them when they have not yet anchored to reality. These elders are worse than dictators. They crush innocent minds by filling them with terror. That is most of the population of the earth!

So that’s that, I thought to myself. What an effort one has to go through to gain normality. I left the scene satisfied with what I learned. It was almost 3:00 am by now, so I headed back to my place to write these notes.


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Beauty of a Woman.


300 is one of my favorite movies.

The story is of the great King Leonidas of ancient Greece and what he decides to do in the face of a massive Persian invasion of his small city state, Sparta. In proper scope, it’s a dramatized true story of what King Leonidas did in the face of a threat so great to mankind that if he failed, we might not be civilized today.

Persia, held by the man-god Xerxes, dominated the known Mediterranean world by brutal force and with conquered heads of Kings, threatens to annihilate Sparta along its path.

An advance patrol of messengers rides on horseback into Sparta to tell king Leonidas to submit with a simple offering of some earth and water. Fight and Sparta’s men will be annihilated, their women will be taken, the children sold into slavery!

Leonidas seeks word from the “oracle”, an ancient ceremony involving corrupt mystics seeking direction from a dancing young girl. He is disgusted with their advice to do nothing as he is unhappy with the politicians and council to refrain from war to stop the Persians advance.

Leonidas is standing naked in his bedroom, looking at the full moon. He is trying to decide his next move.

He goes to the bed of his Queen to wake her by gently running his fingers up her exposed back.

She wakes and say’s, “Your lips going to finish what your fingers have started?”

He just looks at her and she knows something is troubling him.

Queen: Has the oracle robbed you of your desire as well?

King Leonidas. It would take more than the words of a drunken adolescent girl to rob me the desire of you.

Queen: Then why so distant?

Leonidas: Because it seems, no slave and captives of lecherous old men, the oracles words can set fire to the one’s I love.

Queen: So that is why my King loses sleep and is forced from the warmth of his bed? There is only one woman’s words that should affect the mood of my husband. Those are mine. She gently places her hands on his neck and cheek.

Leonidas opens what so deeply troubles him: Then what must a King do to save his world when every law he has sworn to do, force him to do nothing!

She is looking at him, still holding him.

Queen: It is not a question of what a citizen should do, a husband or King. Instead ask yourself, dearest love, what should a free man do?

He looks at her and understands. He has his answer. They embrace.

I look and understand.

If reason is a prime, then she exercised it in great virtue when it was most needed. She had it. So did Greece. This enactment had to true to a large extent since the dramatized story is history. Greece did have such great people and Greece did make giant moves.

The Greeks did ward off a massive Persian invasion, beginning with King Leonidas at a northern pass. He saved not just his city state and his country; he saved the future from genuine darkness and barbarism. He fought the enemy and what they stood for, religion (irrationalism darkness) and nurtured for mankind, an age of reason and freedom.

Greece at that time must have been an anomaly, – different from all preceding kingdoms. Greece was reasoning, more secular than ever seen, practical, active, and non-worshipping. The Greeks had several “gods” but they were more like fantastic, imaginary stories and fables taught to children. The rest of the world actually believed and obeyed the tyrannical mystics of their lands.

The king could not be great by himself. His secular and proud stature was shared by the citizens of the country. The people were thinkers too. So, especially, was his beautiful Queen. She revealed her beauty by offering the best, at a most crucial moment, and it was pivotal in saving Greece and mankind. Leonidas went on to fight the Persian army.

The Queen didn’t offer short sightedness, but answered the core of Leonidas question with principle. That simple expression “what should a free man do?” makes her, in my mind, one of the most virtuous and beautiful of women.



 Part II


Many women are intelligent and even witty, but what excites me and really gets me going is seeing that intelligence used honestly. Only reason can enable this.


The most attractive part of a woman is the way she chooses to turn out because of and in spite of academic education. The attractiveness is reason in action. Before I give my example, I’ll go back a little to my first part.


My previous post was a factual ideal. (Romantic realism) King Leonidas’ wife, Gorgo,  was as close to a perfect wife any man could want; independent, strong, just, willful, eloquent, knowledgeable and courageous. At a most critical moment in Greece’s history, she did not waver and yield, but stood independent alongside her husband. She upheld reason in its darkest time. 1.


She fought independently and followed through with what was most needed by Greece at the time of their military and political crises. As a result of that secularism, Greece stopped the massive and mystical onslaught of the Man-god, Xerxes of Persia and ushered in the first major spread of reason to mankind. It was this kind of wisdom and courage to stand and fight for the beginning of the Grecian enlightenment that we are all able to have and enjoy a modern life.  

Man for the first time, stood as human. It took men and women to go against everything they had been taught to uphold human principles.  


Where are these women today? Where are the strong women who have their own minds and think? Where is that continuing western constitution with its passionate goals, desire for freedom and above all, active virtue and values?


Well, there are women in the world today who think and utilize reasoning, not just intelligence.


Let me choose Dambisa Moyo, an economist, who is urging the world’s governments to stop giving aid to Africa. She has several degrees, including a PHd from Oxford and Masters from Harvard. Dambisa Moyo is not betraying the westerrn tradition of enlightenment.


Her arguments are most importantly, reasoned, simple and eloquent. The icing on the cake is she is beautiful, a pleasure to listen to. However, she has done her work and her ideas radiate with virtue.


She argues, the billions in aid to Africa has done nothing but damage, not good. Aid has made the African leadership corrupt and lazy, fighting over United Nations scraps. She is rather in favour of direct capital investment and states this eloquently and clearly. Billions in private capital development and long-lasting employment will do more than the mere millions in Aid from western handouts.


Educated in Harvard and Oxford, she is using her education properly, – not to further tribalism, or connive for more demoralizing handouts, not to finance wars, not to build any kind of tribal clan nor nationalism.


Dambisa Moyo is out to change Africa by reasoned, secular means. Since the secular (reason-based) is the moral, it is therefore practical and life promoting. It is excellent and exciting!


Dambisi Moyo is listed in Times as one of the 100 most influential people in the world today and with good reason. She is running counter to the mindless altruisim (mindless giveaways) of the West. She has researched the decades of United Nations give-a-ways and has concluded their worthlessness. As ordinary people, we knew that, but to bring that research to the academics is most difficult. Dambisa Moyo has even turned against her own teachers, which I think is brilliant – a kind of Aristotle turning against Plato,… justice.


In Africa’s dark time, she is a voice of reason.  




1. “Gorgo is noted as one of the few female historical figures actually named by Herodotus, and for her political acumen and wisdom.” (Wikepedia)



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Multiculturalism Kills.

I sent the following to my local Federal member of parliament and Provincial Premier, Dalton Mcguinty. It concerns a young teenager (Aqsa Parvez)in Canada who was murdered by her family and an attempted mis-lead by her brother when the police came to the cultural crime scene.The young girl was murdered (choked to death) by her father forrefusing to wear areligeous head covering. She had resisted before with no one to turn to inmulticultural Canada.


Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2007 13:26:32 -0500

Dear Honourable ColleenBeaumier, (Federal MP)

Aqsa Parvez (news) was an innocent teenager who wanted to be free. It was unnecessary she die for simply wanting a better life. That is obvious. To make it clear, Aqsa Parvez chose modern dress, modern ways, (i.e. rationality) over primitive religious mores with its senseless traditions.

I’m writing you because I wholeheartedly disagree with the role multiculturalism plays in apologizing for collective and racist atrocities, including this one now.

There is nothing moral about multiculturalism.

Canada’s multiculturalism is essentially no different than the late, mighty, United Soviet Socialist Republic’s march into the future! Do you remember their visions and dreams of equality? Canada’s multiculturalism is morally no different in its equalitarianism than Nazi Germany’s sense of right and wrong, “Every citizen shall have bread, and every maiden shall have a husband.”

Multiculturalism however is shorn of idealism and is crude in its collectivism: Blatant race promotion. (See Canada’s Multiculturalism Act).

However, the person is what is important. The single, individual, human being is what is most important, – not any collective – for any reason. The “I” must reign supreme, protected, promoted, and – sovereign – above any “we”.

Had this been true, immigrants would be better off. That’s why they come to Canada – to change, to expect something better than stultifying religious mores, senseless traditions and corrupt political systems.

Had individualism and not multiculturalism been promoted and implemented in Canada, Aqsa Parvez would likely be alive and protected by this rationality. She would likely have been encouraged by her father to seek independence, and not been killed for it. Rational values promote life.

As a citizen of Canada to your responsible position, I’m going to ask two things of you:

  1. You be honest. It takes honesty to recognize the individual is the fundamental political unit.
  2. Fight for individualism. Ignore the old political hacks and out of touch academics. Aqsa Pervez and other kids like her are not to be betrayed.

If you wish any help from me, I’ll willingly do what I can to help abolish Canada’s multiculturalism and laws.

Please contact me below.

Ted Harlson

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