BRITISH PEOPLES LEAGUE
DID YOU KNOW THAT METRO VANCOUVER, INCLUDING RICHMOND, IS THE MOST ASIAN CITY IN THE WORLD OUTSIDE OF ASIA ?
REMEMBRANCE DAY NOVEMBER 11TH., 2011.
WHAT A PLEASURE FOR VETERANS AND CURRENT SERVING MEMBERS OF CANADA'S ROYAL CANADIAN NAVY AND ROYAL CANADIAN AIR FORCE TO HAVE THE OLD TITLES BACK. THEY SURE MARCHED PROUDLY AT THE OTTAWA CEREMONY, WITH THE OLD NEW AGAIN UNIFORMS BRINGING BACK FOND MEMORIES FOR THOUSANDS. PRIME MINISTER STEPHEN HARPER GETS FULL CREDIT FOR HAVING THE GUTS TO SHOVE ASIDE " POLITICAL CORRECTNESS " & FOR ONCE THE WILL OF BRITISH CANADIAN PEOPLES HAS BEEN LISTENED TO !
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CANADA'S SECRET CIVIL WAR 1978 UNTIL ? by THE REAL John Beattie
BOOK FINALLY STARTED. SHORT INTRO TO BE POSTED HERE IN BITS AND PIECES AS TIME ALLOWS.
INTRODUCTION
It is truly ironic. August 10th., 2011, race riots and anarchists have brought the inner cores of major cities in Britain to their knees. On this date, I have finally begun typing for this book. What you are about to read should have been started 20 years ago. Coming full circle, the last race riots took place in the Motherland in the first decade of this new century. So how does a book outlining a supposed secret civil war in Canada, relate to race riots in the United Kingdom ? Well, let's get on the roll and I will tell you.
A corny analogy; so you own a 1000 acres & a tribe has moved in next door. By hook and by crook somehow the tribe is illegally swallowing up your 1000 acres. OK, let us call the land the Dominion of Canada, and let us call the tribe the mixed multitude of the rest of the planet earth.
This country has always been controlled by anglo/celtic/saxon white tribes, with native Indian tribal co-operation. In unison with the same culture/history and ancestry of those controlling the old white nations of the old British Commonwealth. Then suddenly, bingo, one of the pieces of the matrix is being gobbled up. That piece used to be called the country of Rhodesia. Rhodesia was well known up until United Nations interference, as the bread basket of Africa. Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe, is the basket case of Africa. The collapse of Rhodesia emotionally upset the aforementioned white controllers, because a piece of the brotherhood was being eliminated.
Being raised by my wonderful Scottish/English croft family in Toronto, I felt that in a small way I was in with the controllers, even if at the bottom of the ladder. However, this book is not a biography, nor autobiography. Allow for a brief referral. Scottish and English roots to the core, I was steeped in British and British Canadian traditions. My Father served in the R.A.F. at the tail end of WW2. Mother brother & I aboard the famous HMS Acquitania coming back to Canada, after a visit with him in Old Blighty, while he still serving. He also took part in British machinations during the Suez crisis in the mid fifties, serving in Egypt : R.A.F. ( Royal Air Force ). I became a teenage Air Cadet in the R.C.A.F., and later a member of the Royal Canadian Air Force for five years (Honourable Discharge). This led to a good stint in the Royal Canadian Legion as an "Ordinary Member".
Back to Rhodesia. I too was alarmed about a piece of my extended family history, a piece of everything I read about, as to our ignorant white exploitation. I couldn't care less that it was white exploitation. I was what I was, and I am what I am, a product of British Imperialism, mind you, in the Dominion of Canada.
There was a new toy out in the technical world at the same time as Rhodesia was being slaughtered by the United Nations, etc. This new toy was called a "code-a-phone". Being the political yapper that I have always been, I made use of the broadcasting gizmo, the code-a-phone, as an outlet to reach at least some of the general public. It was a fantastic device back then, yet simply the forerunner to the modern telephone anwering machine. Put yourself in my shoes. I felt a piece of me was being ripped out of my body, yet I had no means to scream to the world that the murder of Rhodesia must be thwarted. Bingo. Thus began my three minutes, or so, of broadcast, steadily, from 61 Kingsmount Park Road, in the upper beach area of Toronto. " Rhodesia Calling - Rhodesia Calling " was my urgent plea to assist our cousins far away. Thousands of visitors phoned in to hear my dramatic urgent appeal to help save Rhodesia.
Tie in with a supposed Secret Civi War in Canada ? Obviously I was not the only one concerned about the slaughter in Rhodesia. A segment of the elite of my people were ready to move. I had the honour of knowing that my tapes inspired the beginning of an enormous backlash, as they too had had enough of the deliberate planned conspiracy to genocide our peoples. If it could happen to Rhodesia, then just as surely it could happen to Canada.
We shall unveil how the vocal inspiration provided by yours truly, shook up our elite to do more than just grumble. In fact, plans were set in motion to walk the walk. You can believe what you wish to from the following pages. Proof of strange middle of the night activities will be offered circumstantially by way of reference to strange news clippings, in well known national press throughout Canada. I shall build the case for what took place as best I can. It is your job to research, find, and read the references outlined, to confirm for yourself the truth in the following pages. These pages merely point the way.
No one likes conceit. I simply was successful beyond my wildest hopes, in stirring up a call to action whereby serious talk took place in a couple of the highest private clubs in Canada. Rhodesia was the catalyst, yours truly the mouthpiece, and the head honchos of anglo corporate Canada were to be the new open administrators of Canada. (footnote #1: "administrator" - as in Canada's constitution based on the British North America Act)
What with Pierre Trudeau changing the face of Canada by kicking British Canadians in the face, along with Rene Levesque moving to pull Quebec out of Confederation, our shadow cabinet started to plan in earnest. The screams of the British Canadian corporate wives reverberated throughout these highest private clubs. Yes, the wives overheard the most insane discussions that they had ever heard muttered from their pompous hubbies' lips. A what ? An administrative coup in Canada ? Some of the wives not so friendly tipped off the other side. Later into the book you may have the pleasure of trying to figure out who the other side consisted of. The variables are complex. When the multicult power brokers realized that our boys were dead serious, these same power brokers made sure our ringleaders had to flee immediately to Alberta until the smoke cooled off. In fact, the eight brave warriors who had the guts to risk all, put the old slogan to work: one step backwards, then two steps forward. They hid out in the mansion residence of the President of Burns Meats company. The limo driver, who resigned from a Toronto area police force to join the patriots, whisked them to safety at full limo speed to Alberta. In his honour, my son has his name.
As the wild " Administrative Plan " was hatched, these men became clearly marked for death. Obviously the only way they would live, would be with the success of the undertaking. Like all wars, be they open, secret, civil, or whatever, the blood of the martyr is the seed of success. These brave establishment men, the first up to the plate, put any criticism that they were snobs to permanent rest.
It was now the turn of the ordinary rank and file of our peoples ( off duty firemen, police, military, etc. ) to be fully advised as to the unbelievable plan to take our country back. Briefings took place. I witnessed the police station parking lot packed, as the head of Stelco back then, urged patriotic men in blue to join with us in the dead of night activity to save Canada. This on Coxwell Avenue, on the edge of the beach district, Toronto.
The first shots were fired boxing day 1978 in the Laurentians, Quebec. What ? Shots fired ? Who fired what at who ? Planes, small planes assembled at Buttonville Airport north of Toronto. Their mission: to have a chat with the premier of Quebec, Rene Levesque, over Christmas holidays, 1978. The Toronto Sun, Thursday, December 28th., 1978, printed this most peculiar short blurb written by columnist Gary Dunsford. Heading: " Twenty-five words or less " "Cormier says they are closing down Rene Levesque until after the holidays. " Seems a team of french chimney sweeps is coming in to clean out the premiers nose. " Under the photo: " Rene Levesque in for a sweep ".
At the same time, Pierre Trudeau thinks Canada is a " powder keg packed with racial and regional tension. " " We may be relatively poor in arms and battle equipment, but we are well supplied with all kinds of potentially explosive feelings. " Pierre quote, Toronto Sun, December 31st., 1978 (from Jamaica) " All these feelings may explode at a time when the future of the country is being called into question. " Mr. Trudeau states all this while extending his stay (hiding out) in Jamaica. As a matter of fact, one of Toronto's major newspapers, over that wild and wooly 1978 Christmas period, joked about the fact that not one person of the entire Government cabinet was in Canada ! They had all taken off for foreign lands continued the newspaper's editorial cartoon. Hatfield fled as far as Africa to be safe.
Individually, the above quotes from Trudeau, and the snippet about Levesque don't mean much. Tied in with British Canadian patriots flying out of Buttonville airport heading for Quebec, Boxing Day, December 26th., 1978: Canada's secret civil war is on.
Where and how does John Beattie get to tie in these strange clippings ? You can either believe, or not believe, the truth of any of this. Think about it ? What does the short snippet about Levesque getting his nose unplugged mean ? Could French paratroops be the French chimney sweepers ? Would they be saving Levesque's life from the airplanes heading into the Laurentians over Christmas week, 1978 ?
Throughout 1978, 1979, and the early 80s, all kinds of weird clippings kept popping up in the public media. As deceased Archbishop Emmett Carter of the Roman Catholic Diocese of Toronto stated back then: " If you don't know something is going on, then I do not know where you live. " Toronto Star headline, March 1979. Another gem, if you care to do the research. These clippings can only be explained in fact with a secret civil war going on in Canada. Reference none other than Ed Broadbent, then the National Leader of the New Democratic Party (NDP) - Toronto Star headline, April 28th., 1979, and Toronto Star Cartoon showing Broadbent raving to Joe Clarke, former Prime Minister of Canada : CIVIL WAR ?
So what have we so far ? A few piddly news clips and I am supposed to convince you that a secret civil war was taking place in Canada. " Only in Canada you say ? " Name one other country in the history of western civilization whose constitution was changed unilaterally, without the will of the people, and no shots fired ? The threat of Quebec's secession; Trudeau changing the laws governing the very social fabric of Canada, and with all this the British Canadian elite is just supposed to sit back and smile ? History and human nature do not respond this way at all.
Time now to exemplify somewhat in detail. Cancer killed my wife Hazel in 1996. I have received permission from our son to name her and her heroic tie in, she being the go between myself and our Command structure. Meetings were held in the board room of the Wellesley Hospital on Sherbourne Street, south of Bloor Street, in downtown Toronto. Co-incidentally the " boys " (from now on our Command structure will be referred to as the " boys " ) had my family tucked away exactly across the street in the bunker building at 565 Sherbourne Street, 7th. floor. Being employed as a highly respected charge nurse with great seniority at the Wellesley, convenient and expedient for the briefings to yours truly, to be passed on by courier Hazel. Daily briefings, 24/7, with full details. Many of these details can now be revealed !
Most Canadians would obviously think a " hidden " Secret Civil War would be impossible in our Dominion of Canada. Most hear of the opening shots, the beginnings, verifying that I am off my rocker ! Our evidence is produced: proof beyond doubt that actions of a secret civil war did take place in Canada, coast to coast. Started with the opening shots being fired on Boxing Day, 1978.
Secret Civil War Snippets: scenerio : midnight explosions, mysterious daylight hydro blackouts in Canadian cities, overabundance of train derailments ( including the Mississauga Train derailment ), suspicious fires such as the women's McGill Club building in Toronto , & the historic Rideau Club building in Ottawa, both being burned to the ground. ( Joe Clarke actually witnessed the Rideau Club burning from his Ottawa Parliament office window ). Mysterious explosion at CFRB radio station in Toronto, at same time as unexplained massive holes in plaster at Queen's Park Ontario government buiding. All this while Premier of Ontario, Bill Davis, welcomes more than a dozen Soviet representatives into the Legislature, in Toronto, while the nervous politicians applauded wildly.
Pierre's sudden decision to resign after a walk in the snow ? Pierre's Cabinet having all kinds of peculiar physical " accidents " : John Munroe " falling in his bathtub " , with severe bruises resulting. Don Jameison " falling " onto rocks, with near death resulting. This is just scratching the surface. Pierre's " retirement residence " , right across the street from the Cuban Embassy. For 24 hour protection perhaps ?
Obviously two sides make for a Canadian Civil War, secret or not. Neither side wanted it acknowledged by the general public, as the Canadian dollar would have dropped to zilch value. The only way each side could " report " to those on the edges of each camp, as to goings on, was via mysteriously coded newsclips, intentionally inserted in the daily press, as referred to in the introduction herein. Wounded from our side cared for at the Wellesley Hospital, east of Yonge Street in downtown Toronto. Wounded from the multcult side cared for at a well known hospital west of Yonge street.
CHAPTER ONE: PLOT TO KILL JOHN BEATTIE
A cunning death plot to have me murdered, by whom ? Well known Toronto " right wing " characters were to push me out the back of a van speeding along Ontario's Highway #401. Of course included in their plan was to have me plied with liquor. Oh my, drunken Beattie found dead in ditch of #40l ! The rightists were berserk with jealousy at being completely excluded from our patriotic camp. ( John Ross Taylor was fed enough information about the ongoing war, and especially with choice public news clips. He photostated same and passed them on to his rightist contacts, with great glee, that he was in on something " big " . He even put pieces on his telephone broadcast machine messages ) The rightists were terrified that their lives might not be too comfortable after we succeeded in broadcasting our new " administration " via national outlets : announcement broadcaster - check out " administrator " in Canada's Constitution. The " right wing misfits " were too stupid to see that their discovered murder plot was all setup by their own enemy.
" Mysterious " guardians of yours truly appeared out of nowhere, downstairs, in the bunker apartment complex across from the old Toronto Wellesley Hospital. They appeared in the downstairs " Loblaws " ( part of the complex then ), when my wife Hazel, the go-between, was just coming off her nursing day shift. She had to pick up a few items from Loblaws. One of the guardians, a well known Toronto journalist, signalled to Hazel to come over to him at the end of a shopping aisle. He then whispered to her if she or I knew the two men who were at the bread section. ( They were in the process of picking up German rye bread for yours truly....heh they even knew my favourite bread ...they sure knew my habits ) The conspiracy plan was that the two advance plotters would entice me ( Hazel told the patriotic journalist that she had never seen either of the two, and she said likewise that I did not know the two ). Their plan was to get past the doorman, and head upstairs to our 7th floor corner apartment ( again to stress that the entire complex laid out like one massive bunker ). With Hazel off shift to look after our two young children, I would be free to go with them to hear a rightist speaker at his favourite airport meeting spot at Toronto International Airport. One of the two inviters conveniently just happened to be the bartender scheduled for the meeting.
Why shucks and golly gee, they even had a bottle of brandy, the only liquor I enjoy. One was a Rhodesian South African that I had met at a British Church function ( Hazel did not know of him ) one time. Quite arrogant for sure. He and a well know rightist D.S., took the collection and kept it ! The other chap, posing as an Australian patriot, turns out worked for a well known intelligence agency in the middle east. Him I did not know. Of course jb was expected to welcome the lads with open arms. How could I turn down an invitation from such fine chaps, especially when they had my favourite bread and booze. I mean, a Rhodesian / South African, and Australian. Mother would be so pleased ! What the amateur rightist plotters at the German Harmony Club ( down a few blocks from our residence ) did not know: after Beattie found dead, drunk in ditch ( or squished in middle ) of Toronto's busiest highway, is that all of them would have been locked up for conspiracy and murder. All, except that is, the cozy Australian agent. He would have identified all the conspirators, with his role being conveniently hushed. By pure flukiest of flukes, I was strolling outside the back area of our complex the very afternoon the plot took place at the Harmony Club, and who should I see coming along the back street but two key rightists, D.A. & A.L., looking quite nervous and very serious. The did not spot me spotting them in the cab, being driven by a black cabbie. At this point in time I knew nothing about the plot. I thought what in hell are those two doing in a cab, when they both own cars ! Well of course they did not want their license plates spotted outside, while the plot thickened inside. It is believed that E.Z. chaired the meeting of the plot.
What a scoop. Get all the key "rightist" figures in Toronto locked up for decades, and JB dead. Then the " boys " would be without their trusted spokesman, for the fought for new " administration " .
It might well have worked, except for my " guardians ", the " boys " . Upon a nod from the journalist, in broad daylight and in front of startled shoppers, quickly and silently some sturdy lads moved down the aisle, neck grabbed the two conspirators. With hands tightly over mouths, the two would be murderers were dragged as such, to a waiting Van out front.
The duo disappeared forevermore thereafter ! Later on that very Saturday, and well into the evening the entire screwball armada of rightists were swarming the lower level walk wraparound area of the bunker complex at 565 Sherbourne Street, desperately peering up ( G.U. & K.A. just two of many that I spotted ) looking up for their two missing "buddies". Another of their scum, J.P. ( he lived in Mexico 1/2 year round with his Mexican brood ), circled and circled the building most of that Saturday in his taxi.
D.S. even pushed the buzzer at 7.00 a.m. the Sunday morning after, asking to "talk". His voice was quivering, yet demanding to get in and speak to me. Over the intercom I told him to go to hell, without a mention of his two disappeared accomplices. All the little darling amateurs knew was that their two missing men entered Loblaws at around 3 pm on that Saturday afternoon, never ever to be seen again. What could they do ? Go to the Police and report that their co-conspirators on a mission to kill Beattie, suddenly disappeared ? Shucks the very same Saturday of the mysterious " disappearance ", that evening happened to be Halloween. Did it ever look cute. Only two sharp long teeth standing out with the huge candle lit pumpkin, eerily carved out eyes. The whole bit. It must still give them all shivers as they peered up to our 7th floor bedroom window from the tiny park below. Candle glowing on the spook pumpkin with shimmering effect through the highrise window. These decades later, do these fools think I have forgotten this episode ? And people wonder why I don't mix with Toronto's " right " !
CHAPTER TWO OUTLINE COMING SOON
Have decided to leave you a last shocking morsel. After the nibble now about Bob Rae, the Premier of Ontario in the early 1990s, I am making you an offer. To continue receiving e.mail drafts as layout progresses, you can place your advance book order now. For $30.00 down payment ( see payment methods below ), you will also be guaranteed your book copy when it comes out early in 2013, as well as the prior ongoing draft as produced. Not sure about shipping costs. It is anticipated to be 400 pages minimum, to 500 maximum, in decent format. There will be no more draft continuation on this public page.
It is or should be considered illegal, to use under aged children to score a sneaky & underhanded goal. I was tipped off while away from home, that somehow, by hook & crook, Premier Bob Rae used two of my under aged children to be photographed with him, on the front page of the Minden Times newspaper, cutting a red ceremonial ribbon. It was the official opening of a wilderness camp known as Kinark. Their full names were illegally published, right under the front page photo of them holding/cutting the red ribbon with Rae. Used by Rae without Dad's consent. The massive camp just outside of Minden, Ontario, Canada, was a supervised escape in the wilds for deprived children. My wife, their mother, was dying of cancer at the time. Surely they must not be named and photographed in a public newspaper, opening a camp for "deprived" children. The reason they were considered deprived was not given, leaving the public with any kind of misconception.
They were illegally used by the Premier of Ontario, Bob Rae, and the sick liberal Minden Times newspaper. When grownup years later, with full knowledge about the secret civil war, one said to me quietly in the car: " I got it Dad: their sick purpose was to tell the world look how we've got Beattie's kids " ! Does it not strike you dear reader as most peculiar that the Premier of Ontario would come up to little Minden, Ontario, to be photographed with two of this author's youngest children ? What sick and diseased opponents we have to tackle. Yes the plot thickens.
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