| "THE CANADIAN CONNECTION" continued |
FIVE
The chief constable of the Vancouver police detachment, Jimmy Wu,
resides in a spacious loft in the Chinatown district of the terminal
city. He lives there with his wife, a Crown counsel lawyer, and his
two teenage children, both boys.
Chief Constable Jim Wu is as thick as a boulder, intellectually
speaking, but at the same time he's as politically savvy as a top cop
has got to be. He's got to be cunning to stay on top and that's why
he's on top of the game and will be until he gets too old and soft and
a hungrier, younger, more savvy cop with sharper incisors comes up
from below and unseats him, or until the revolution finally takes hold
and sweeps him aside.
Chief Jimmy Wu doesn't realize it but the revolution is well under
way and a deadly weapon in this revolutionary war of bloody
vengeance is called George Westwood and it just touched down at
Vancouver International Airport an hour ago.
As the chief of police, Jimmy Wu knows who to kick the shit out of
and who to leave alone. For him the right way is the easy way. And
the right way and the easy way is to supply the city with substantial
and consistent cash flow. That way he keeps everybody happy and
content. Especially Mister Mayor. Vancouver is an exceedingly
expensive city to run and mere tax revenue, as substantial as the
numbers are, is insufficient to keep the city comfortably afloat. The
more money Jimmy Wu brings in the happier his city hall employer
is. Mayor Lee Masons has dubbed Jimmy Wu “Chief Constable
Moneybags” behind his back. The unending revenue stream from the
police department brings considerable pleasure to the mayor of
Barmuda AKA Vancouver.
And how does Chief Jimmy Wu generate all this revenue for the
city? Through a number of different methods, including by exploiting
motor vehicle regulations, that's how. That means the majority of
Jimmy Wu's three hundred man force is assigned to manipulate and
abuse the driving laws.
With Jimmy Wu working the streets, driving a car in Vancouver gets
expensive. Real expensive. You've got to pay for your gasoline,
you've got to pay for an annual emissions test assessment, you've got
to pay for your insurance and on top of that you've got to pay
unending levies to the cops just to drive in their city. Forget tackling
real crime, the Vancouver cops are too busy raking in the cash with
phony fines and driving charges.
Not buckled up compliantly -- that's a ticket and a fine. Dirty license
plate -- that's a ticket and a fine. A crack in your windshield -- that's
a ticket and a fine. Headlights misaligned -- that's a ticket and a
fine. The serial killers and the mob are stacking up more dead
bodies at the morgue than at a Nazi death camp but that doesn't matter
any to Jimmy Wu. Chasing serial killers simply doesn't pay in
Vancouver. The cash return isn't there. Wu's ordered all his men to
the traffic beat. Jimmy Wu's got a traffic cop hiding up every alley
and down every side street in the city waiting to ambush unsuspecting
drivers. To him this is the pursuit of law and order. To Chief Jimmy
Wu, increasing revenue for the city is the true meaning of law
enforcement. His men aren't peace officers, they're traffic fine
collectors. They're not cops, they're meter maids and vending
machine attendants.
Stop driving a car in Vancouver and -- bingo -- you don't have to
worry about the police anymore, the cops disappear from sight, they
vanish. They've no use for you if you're not in a vehicle; you're no
longer seen as a two hundred dollar traffic ticket.
Next in line for Jimmy Wu after the drivers are the immigrants. New
arrivals to the country are sitting ducks ready to be picked off like
domesticated farm game by his officers when they step off the plane
either from Bangkok or from Bangladesh. As well as automobile
drivers, foreigners who come to settle or visit the city get their asses
kicked around here big-time too. Thousands of immigrants enter the
country through Vancouver's airport every week and it represents
another lucrative grease stream of easy dough for city hall.
The provincial government is in on the racket too and they made it
real simple for the chief of police to keep the money numbers up.
When Premier Bill Stanford enacted a law that created a civil
forfeiture office that allows the police to confiscate the assets of
anyone they accuse of a crime without needing to bother with the
formality of a criminal trial or hearing the policing business couldn't
have become any more profitable. No conviction necessary. No
criminal charge required. Just an accusation is all it takes and your
privately-owned property becomes the possession of the
government. Point the finger and it's more money in the bank for
Vancouver city hall. Big bonuses for police management and a brand
new fleet of police cars, motorcycles and helicopters for the team
were just some of the perks when the Vancouver cops no longer had
to prove a criminal case to seize private property.
Here's an example of the Vancouver confiscation frenzy: A kid of
wealthy parents back in Hong Kong attending high school in the city
gets busted by one of the countless Vancouver traffic cops for running
a red light in his expensive new Lamborghini. They cite him for the
bogus traffic violation then falsely accuse him of having crack
cocaine up his nose and in his pocket. They don't have to prove a
thing. The police impound the sports car and then seize the luxury
vehicle through the civil forfeiture office. No criminal charge
required and because our naive newcomer from China has a
substandard comprehension of the English language and no idea of
how rotten the Canadian government is, he's easy prey for the V-
Mob, the Vancouver City Mafia. He's an immobilized target. He
doesn't know what's going on and he couldn't defend himself if he
did. He doesn't have a clue and he sure won't get any help from the
V-Mob. It's the law, he's told. Shut up and hand over all the cash in
your wallet. He gets Shanghaid by everyone in sight: Shanghaid by
the cops, Shanghaid by the Crown attorney's office, Shanghaid by a
civil forfeiture judge, and even by his own civil attorney. Shanghaid
by everybody. Not to mention he's already been Shanghaid by his
immigration attorney. It's the extortion game. Today it's a rich
Chinese kid's Lamborghini, tomorrow it's a wealthy Polish
immigrant's house, the home liquidated and the funds funneled into
the government treasury. The money couldn't be any sweeter for the
Vancouver police.
And then there's the muscle Jimmy Wu provides the V-Mob, the
Vancouver Mafia, the entrenched and powerful crime syndicates of
the city of Vancouver. The Mafia's penetrated and gored the
government of Vancouver like a raging bull tearing its jagged horns
into the exposed flesh of a Spanish bullfighter. There's blood and
spilled guts everywhere. The government of the city of Vancouver is
Mafia-penetrated, Mafia-owned, Mafia-operated, Mafia-
administered, Mafia-administrated and Mafia-protected. The
Vancouver Mafia isn't the Italian Mafia of old but the principles and
tactics of old-school gangsterism remain. Some things'll never
change. The Vancouver Mafia too will use any means it feels like
using to take what it wants to take from whoever it wants to take
from, especially if those means are illegal and forceful.
Chief Jimmy Wu's strong-arm division acts not as a regulator of the
city's criminal underworld, but as a regulator of those who would
dare get in the way of the V-Mob's illicit undertakings. In his
position as the chief constable of the Vancouver police force, Chief
Jimmy Wu oversees a mob enforcement army acting on behalf of the
city's biggest industry and its most generous employer, Organized
Crime Incorporated. His officers are soldiers, front line servicemen,
shock troops in a sweeping mob war. Shakedowns, extortion,
threats, cross-border drug trafficking, blackmail, intimidation,
kidnapping in the form of false charges and frame-ups, knockoffs,
money laundering, fraud scams, counterfeiting, kiddie porn,
prostitution, illegal gambling, these pursuits are business as usual for
the government of the city of Vancouver and Chief Jimmy Wu's
vicious dog-soldiers put up concrete obstruction walls of protection
against any force fool enough to challenge the city's vast and
pervasive organized crime concerns. Chief Jimmy Wu sees the
deployment of his enforcement militia as his sworn duty and his job.
Vancouver is the country's scam mecca. White-collar gangsters
gravitate to the city for its hot women, mild winters and its police
department's nonexistent, look-the-other-way stance on financial
crime. The city licenses telemarketing scams and prostitution and
drug trafficking enterprises with business permits and it collects
taxes on their revenue without blinking an eyelid. From boiler room
telemarketing operations to pump-'em-and-dump-'em penny stock
brokerage shacks, the city's a fraud pit, a wretched cesspool of theft,
a sewer hole of rampant financial crime. But don't tell that to the
chief of police.
To Chief Jimmy Wu white-collar crime, government corruption,
bureaucratic malfeasance, these transgressions simply do not and
cannot happen in Vancouver.
Try reporting a government-sponsored judicial extortion racket
occurring out of the local Supreme Court registry to the Vancouver
cops and you'll be booted out their Main Street door into the dirty,
cold gutter of the downtown east side ghetto harder and faster and
with more brute force than a football at a Grey Cup game.
Attempt to tip the cops off to the hundreds of millions of Meta 2012
Games infrastructure dollars being illegally skimmed from
government bank accounts and deposited into the personal accounts
of government bureaucrats, elected officials and bank administrators
and you'll find yourself instantly in the downtown deep freeze meat
locker frozen like permanent Yukon tundra subsoil.
Try to report commercial and government crime to the fraud squad
and you'll either be kicked out the door of the police station or you'll
be brought up on something, anything, and thrown in the clink as an
overt warning to stay away from the cops with that kind of talk.
With the government as sick and diseased with corruption as it is,
should the police ever actually start enforcing the law against corrupt
city officials (an absurd notion in itself considering how far gone the
government is as a whole), the domino principle would come into
effect. The system would immediately collapse inward on itself like
a house elevated on stilts made of toothpicks, it would implode into
antimatter like a distant deep space black hole. Any real action
against the city's rot by Chief Constable Jimmy Wu's police force
would pull the cops out of the rackets business and throw the city
into a financial crisis.
Financial crime enforcement? We don't deal in that stuff here. It
ain't a criminal matter, go hire a lawyer and choke yourself or better
yet go away and don't come back.
The chief constable of the Vancouver police detachment, Jimmy Wu,
resides in a spacious loft in the Chinatown district of the terminal
city. He lives there with his wife, a Crown counsel lawyer, and his
two teenage children, both boys.
Chief Constable Jim Wu is as thick as a boulder, intellectually
speaking, but at the same time he's as politically savvy as a top cop
has got to be. He's got to be cunning to stay on top and that's why
he's on top of the game and will be until he gets too old and soft and
a hungrier, younger, more savvy cop with sharper incisors comes up
from below and unseats him, or until the revolution finally takes hold
and sweeps him aside.
Chief Jimmy Wu doesn't realize it but the revolution is well under
way and a deadly weapon in this revolutionary war of bloody
vengeance is called George Westwood and it just touched down at
Vancouver International Airport an hour ago.
As the chief of police, Jimmy Wu knows who to kick the shit out of
and who to leave alone. For him the right way is the easy way. And
the right way and the easy way is to supply the city with substantial
and consistent cash flow. That way he keeps everybody happy and
content. Especially Mister Mayor. Vancouver is an exceedingly
expensive city to run and mere tax revenue, as substantial as the
numbers are, is insufficient to keep the city comfortably afloat. The
more money Jimmy Wu brings in the happier his city hall employer
is. Mayor Lee Masons has dubbed Jimmy Wu “Chief Constable
Moneybags” behind his back. The unending revenue stream from the
police department brings considerable pleasure to the mayor of
Barmuda AKA Vancouver.
And how does Chief Jimmy Wu generate all this revenue for the
city? Through a number of different methods, including by exploiting
motor vehicle regulations, that's how. That means the majority of
Jimmy Wu's three hundred man force is assigned to manipulate and
abuse the driving laws.
With Jimmy Wu working the streets, driving a car in Vancouver gets
expensive. Real expensive. You've got to pay for your gasoline,
you've got to pay for an annual emissions test assessment, you've got
to pay for your insurance and on top of that you've got to pay
unending levies to the cops just to drive in their city. Forget tackling
real crime, the Vancouver cops are too busy raking in the cash with
phony fines and driving charges.
Not buckled up compliantly -- that's a ticket and a fine. Dirty license
plate -- that's a ticket and a fine. A crack in your windshield -- that's
a ticket and a fine. Headlights misaligned -- that's a ticket and a
fine. The serial killers and the mob are stacking up more dead
bodies at the morgue than at a Nazi death camp but that doesn't matter
any to Jimmy Wu. Chasing serial killers simply doesn't pay in
Vancouver. The cash return isn't there. Wu's ordered all his men to
the traffic beat. Jimmy Wu's got a traffic cop hiding up every alley
and down every side street in the city waiting to ambush unsuspecting
drivers. To him this is the pursuit of law and order. To Chief Jimmy
Wu, increasing revenue for the city is the true meaning of law
enforcement. His men aren't peace officers, they're traffic fine
collectors. They're not cops, they're meter maids and vending
machine attendants.
Stop driving a car in Vancouver and -- bingo -- you don't have to
worry about the police anymore, the cops disappear from sight, they
vanish. They've no use for you if you're not in a vehicle; you're no
longer seen as a two hundred dollar traffic ticket.
Next in line for Jimmy Wu after the drivers are the immigrants. New
arrivals to the country are sitting ducks ready to be picked off like
domesticated farm game by his officers when they step off the plane
either from Bangkok or from Bangladesh. As well as automobile
drivers, foreigners who come to settle or visit the city get their asses
kicked around here big-time too. Thousands of immigrants enter the
country through Vancouver's airport every week and it represents
another lucrative grease stream of easy dough for city hall.
The provincial government is in on the racket too and they made it
real simple for the chief of police to keep the money numbers up.
When Premier Bill Stanford enacted a law that created a civil
forfeiture office that allows the police to confiscate the assets of
anyone they accuse of a crime without needing to bother with the
formality of a criminal trial or hearing the policing business couldn't
have become any more profitable. No conviction necessary. No
criminal charge required. Just an accusation is all it takes and your
privately-owned property becomes the possession of the
government. Point the finger and it's more money in the bank for
Vancouver city hall. Big bonuses for police management and a brand
new fleet of police cars, motorcycles and helicopters for the team
were just some of the perks when the Vancouver cops no longer had
to prove a criminal case to seize private property.
Here's an example of the Vancouver confiscation frenzy: A kid of
wealthy parents back in Hong Kong attending high school in the city
gets busted by one of the countless Vancouver traffic cops for running
a red light in his expensive new Lamborghini. They cite him for the
bogus traffic violation then falsely accuse him of having crack
cocaine up his nose and in his pocket. They don't have to prove a
thing. The police impound the sports car and then seize the luxury
vehicle through the civil forfeiture office. No criminal charge
required and because our naive newcomer from China has a
substandard comprehension of the English language and no idea of
how rotten the Canadian government is, he's easy prey for the V-
Mob, the Vancouver City Mafia. He's an immobilized target. He
doesn't know what's going on and he couldn't defend himself if he
did. He doesn't have a clue and he sure won't get any help from the
V-Mob. It's the law, he's told. Shut up and hand over all the cash in
your wallet. He gets Shanghaid by everyone in sight: Shanghaid by
the cops, Shanghaid by the Crown attorney's office, Shanghaid by a
civil forfeiture judge, and even by his own civil attorney. Shanghaid
by everybody. Not to mention he's already been Shanghaid by his
immigration attorney. It's the extortion game. Today it's a rich
Chinese kid's Lamborghini, tomorrow it's a wealthy Polish
immigrant's house, the home liquidated and the funds funneled into
the government treasury. The money couldn't be any sweeter for the
Vancouver police.
And then there's the muscle Jimmy Wu provides the V-Mob, the
Vancouver Mafia, the entrenched and powerful crime syndicates of
the city of Vancouver. The Mafia's penetrated and gored the
government of Vancouver like a raging bull tearing its jagged horns
into the exposed flesh of a Spanish bullfighter. There's blood and
spilled guts everywhere. The government of the city of Vancouver is
Mafia-penetrated, Mafia-owned, Mafia-operated, Mafia-
administered, Mafia-administrated and Mafia-protected. The
Vancouver Mafia isn't the Italian Mafia of old but the principles and
tactics of old-school gangsterism remain. Some things'll never
change. The Vancouver Mafia too will use any means it feels like
using to take what it wants to take from whoever it wants to take
from, especially if those means are illegal and forceful.
Chief Jimmy Wu's strong-arm division acts not as a regulator of the
city's criminal underworld, but as a regulator of those who would
dare get in the way of the V-Mob's illicit undertakings. In his
position as the chief constable of the Vancouver police force, Chief
Jimmy Wu oversees a mob enforcement army acting on behalf of the
city's biggest industry and its most generous employer, Organized
Crime Incorporated. His officers are soldiers, front line servicemen,
shock troops in a sweeping mob war. Shakedowns, extortion,
threats, cross-border drug trafficking, blackmail, intimidation,
kidnapping in the form of false charges and frame-ups, knockoffs,
money laundering, fraud scams, counterfeiting, kiddie porn,
prostitution, illegal gambling, these pursuits are business as usual for
the government of the city of Vancouver and Chief Jimmy Wu's
vicious dog-soldiers put up concrete obstruction walls of protection
against any force fool enough to challenge the city's vast and
pervasive organized crime concerns. Chief Jimmy Wu sees the
deployment of his enforcement militia as his sworn duty and his job.
Vancouver is the country's scam mecca. White-collar gangsters
gravitate to the city for its hot women, mild winters and its police
department's nonexistent, look-the-other-way stance on financial
crime. The city licenses telemarketing scams and prostitution and
drug trafficking enterprises with business permits and it collects
taxes on their revenue without blinking an eyelid. From boiler room
telemarketing operations to pump-'em-and-dump-'em penny stock
brokerage shacks, the city's a fraud pit, a wretched cesspool of theft,
a sewer hole of rampant financial crime. But don't tell that to the
chief of police.
To Chief Jimmy Wu white-collar crime, government corruption,
bureaucratic malfeasance, these transgressions simply do not and
cannot happen in Vancouver.
Try reporting a government-sponsored judicial extortion racket
occurring out of the local Supreme Court registry to the Vancouver
cops and you'll be booted out their Main Street door into the dirty,
cold gutter of the downtown east side ghetto harder and faster and
with more brute force than a football at a Grey Cup game.
Attempt to tip the cops off to the hundreds of millions of Meta 2012
Games infrastructure dollars being illegally skimmed from
government bank accounts and deposited into the personal accounts
of government bureaucrats, elected officials and bank administrators
and you'll find yourself instantly in the downtown deep freeze meat
locker frozen like permanent Yukon tundra subsoil.
Try to report commercial and government crime to the fraud squad
and you'll either be kicked out the door of the police station or you'll
be brought up on something, anything, and thrown in the clink as an
overt warning to stay away from the cops with that kind of talk.
With the government as sick and diseased with corruption as it is,
should the police ever actually start enforcing the law against corrupt
city officials (an absurd notion in itself considering how far gone the
government is as a whole), the domino principle would come into
effect. The system would immediately collapse inward on itself like
a house elevated on stilts made of toothpicks, it would implode into
antimatter like a distant deep space black hole. Any real action
against the city's rot by Chief Constable Jimmy Wu's police force
would pull the cops out of the rackets business and throw the city
into a financial crisis.
Financial crime enforcement? We don't deal in that stuff here. It
ain't a criminal matter, go hire a lawyer and choke yourself or better
yet go away and don't come back.
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