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My parents being gone on a well deserved vacation, I was in charge of things until they got back. A few days after Christmas, the police drove to my parents house (nobody was there) and so they went to our neighbors to get our contact information. Later that night around 8 or 9pm, I got an e-mail and called my neighbor who told me to call my parents at their hotel… something was wrong in the family.

My biggest fear was that something happened to my nephew or my parents, I had long prepared myself for a call from the coroner regarding either of my sisters. When you are on drugs, it’s only a matter of time before they get you for good. I got a hold of my mom and she told me that Dominique had died and that I needed to make a few phone calls to take care of the arrangements. The news of her death hit me pretty hard but once I realized how she had decided to lead her life, I felt she was better off. Maybe this is selfish, but I don’t consider a drug addicted life one worth living – it’s simply a drain on love ones and is only a one way spiral to death. Am I happy that she is dead? Of course not – but she now has the peace she never had once drugs entered her life.

Useless St. Catharines Police Service

One of my first calls was to the police officer investigating the death, she was polite but completely indifferent. She told me very matter of fact way that they knew her boyfriend supplied her with the drugs, video taped his testimony at the scene and where essentially going to do NOTHING. The only difference between going out on the street and shooting somebody in the head vs getting somebody hooked on drugs leading to a slow death is only method. According to our justice system, only the shooting is considered a crime but in my mind, if the result is the same, so should the punishment.

The “boyfriend” drug dealer that killed my sister was given NO CHARGES, NO JAIL TIME OR EVEN ARRESTED… NOT EVEN A FINE! This is how screwed up our system is, if I don’t pay to park in St. Catharines, I get an immediate 15$ fine if I get caught. If I destroy somebodies life and help them to achieve their death, I get off without even a warning. What little respect I had for our justice system before my sisters death has long evaporated. Malaysia has an automatic swift death penalty for ANYBODY caught with drugs (be they foreign or locals), I am 100% behind this and think the western world should adopt the same approach.

Here is the ultimate irony. Her killer is well known as a drug pusher and user by the police, yet they do nothing to stop him as he destroys more lives and families. Me on the other hand, built myfoodcount.com out of my own pocket with a business partner, work every day to improve myself and other around me and guess what… I am the one getting arrested (just last week) for walking on a sidewalk. I think NWA was 100% correct with their attitudes towards authority.

Insult to Injury – the investigation is closed to the family!

After the St. Catharines Police did their blood tests, autopsy etc on my sister, we where told it would take 3 months to know what exactly lead to her death. Well, 3 months have past, they have all the paperwork finished up and guess what, my family would need a court order to simply review the material. My sister is dead and I have to go to court to find out what happened yet the guy who killed her never even sees the inside of a court room.

Cremation Hijinks – how low some people really are

My family decided that it would be best to cremate my sister and keep her ashes at home, we feel the best place for her is to be close to the family.

Well, her boyfriend/pusher got wind of the cremation and called the crematorium claiming that they got married and he wanted to take care of all the arrangements. When I heard this, I had no doubt how much of a loss cause her boyfriend was. Not only did he take away her life, cause her to loose her dog grooming business and tried to sell back her personal belongings to my parents after her death – but now even after her death, was trying to get a hold of any money she would get from the government. Thankfully the crematorium owner knew the circumstances of her death and told him that if they where married and he wanted to take care of everything, they should meet so he can pay for the service. To no surprise, after spending 15 minutes on the phone saying how much he loved my sister, he instantly backed off. What a great piece of work this “husband” was huh?

My other sisters reaction

My other sister, Melanie is also a drug addict, the first time she contacted me in several years was to confirm that I knew my sister Dominique had died. This was a few days after my family knew of her death. She was insulted that my sister was getting an autopsy and when I told her that Dominiques boyfriend supplied her with the drugs that killed her. She told me over the phone that it was Dominiques own fault for not knowing what she was doing – no sympathy whatsoever and she hung up the phone on me. Melanie wanted a big funeral for my sister (the works!) and my parents to come back immediately from their vacation to attend to things. I told her that Dominique chose to screw her own life up, that she was next to get a “call from God” and my parents where far better to stay on their vacation then to come back. I was more then happy to take care of things and save my parents the pain of dealing with all of these issues. I may have lost a sister (both actually) but the emotion is nothing compared to having lost a child.

My sisters “boyfriend”

I don’t remember his name nor do I care, don’t think anything of him and if I ever see him again, I will introduce him to a wheelchair. I take great solace in knowing how screwed up his life is and I hope he lives a very long, absolutely miserable life – full of pain, disappointment and loss. I was brought up a Christian where you are suppose to “turn the other cheek”… well, I hope there is an afterlife so I can be in charge of the button that sends him straight to hell for eternity. He was neither a man nor a friend to my sister. I would happily buy him a one way plane ticket straight to Malaysia if I could find him.

The Bottom Line

It’s funny because just a few minutes before, I walked right in front of the police station wondering what it’s like to be arrested.

They again asked my name, I told them I am walking down the street and politely declined to give them any of my personal information beyond my first name – I told them my last name was irrelevant as I felt I had done nothing wrong. If their case against me was solely based off my personal information, they they are fishing in the wrong pond. That is when they called for backup and told me to stop walking. About a minute later, another police car pulled over and before I knew it, I had 4 police officers around me (one in front, behind, to the left, right). Apparently, traffic stopped at the local intersection to see what was happening too.

My guess was they where trying to intimidate me… again, they asked my last name and I told them I have spent the last 2 hours walking around the block and I didn’t see what my last name had to do with “somebody lodging a complaint”. A few minutes later, they told me I was being put under arrest for breaking & entering and resisting arrest. On go the handcuffs and into the back of the police car I go.

I think the whole ordeal lasted about 20 minutes, 15 of which was not telling them my personal information (still none of their business in my opinion) but answering all their other questions.

They told me there will now be a record of my arrest tonight, I don’t believe that is true as I was never formally charged with anything nor booked.

It was interesting how they would slowly stretch the truth to my answers, I always promptly interrupted and corrected them – time and again.. If you are on drugs, drunk or not “all there”, I can now see how easy it is to be arrested. For example, I kept telling them that of course I am the guy they are looking for, I am the only guy around… apparently they saw people all over the place on the streets I had just walked. I know better then to crack a joke to a police officer but in my head I was thinking “so, your the grown up kid in The Six Sense”. I know if I would have told that to them I would be in jail right now acquiring a new boyfriend.

Another example of laying foundations to get me to crack was their entire approach. They wouldn’t ask one question and move on, they would ask the same question in a different way, over and over… to see if I gave different answers. Fifteen minutes of questioning by 2 main police officers with two others staring at me actually wears you down, if you only deviate slightly from your story, they got you. Four minds against one that is new to this whole thing isn’t fair. They where essentially trying to put words in my mouth and confirming I said such things.

Maybe I was tough on the police officers who where simply asking innocent questions but there are a lot of people in this world who shouldn’t be dead or in jail because they simply gave their trust away. Life isn’t fair, especially when dealing with people who are in positions of authority over you – don’t give simply because of a title.

Again, if your entire case is based off “somebody” “saying” you broke into a place and your the only guy around and the final decision to arrest a person or not is based off their last name, there is something wrong with your case.

I told the police officers that if I was going to break into a place at night, I would wear all black, have something hard to allow me to “break into” a place and sure as hell wouldn’t be on foot Did he expect me to steal something after a break-in and carry it on my back for a few kilometers to my home? I don’t mind being questioned but I don’t appreciate being taken for a fool.

I have three fundamental problems with turning a Xenical derivative into an “over the counter” medicine:

1) Fat is our friend: Fat is essential for your body, without it… you die a slow, heavily constipated death! If you are eating too much, don’t take a pill, change your diet!

2) Doesn’t address root problems: Obesity is rarely a clinical disease, it’s mostly a self-imposed condition caused by lack of exercise, education and will power (in other words, laziness)… a pill does NOTHING to solve this – and I think it will actually make things worse!

3) Habit Forming: Just like cigarettes being used for weight loss, as soon as you STOP taking the pills the “extra 5lbs” you lost and paid 25$ a week to keep off return.

If you are suffering from self-imposed obesity, you need to make changes in your mental and physical attitudes about life, not blame “fat”,”carbs” or whatever else for your bulges. You created what you look like right now, change your habits or be happy the way you are, either way, don’t take it out on my friend Mr. Fat!

If you are obese, you are slowly killing yourself by choice. Nobody is forcing or brainwashing you to be/stay overweight. YOUR CHOICE.

After 6 months you know what GlaxoSmithKline has achieved? They have turned your pill popping into a HABBIT. Stop taking the pill, the weight comes back with a vengeance, keep taking it and you stay “5lbs” leaner for ONLY 1 200$/year. This is insidious because they have you HOOKED!

At least when prescribed, there is “some” supervision by a medical practitioner but over the counter… I expect that caveat fall on deaf ears. How do you know if it’s not the exercise and diet causing you to loose the weight? This simply covers GlaxoSmithKline ass if you GAIN or loose no weight while medicated – didn’t exercise or change your diet… then IT’S YOUR FAULT! This is the same trick used by just about every “weight loss” scam out there… put the blame on the consumer for not meeting expectations.

Now, how do you become fatter taking a weight loss pill? Easy, eat more then you did before… people suffering from anorexia, bulimia nervosa and binge eating disorder will now have access to a powerful drug that will only make their conditions worse.