There are other details about the days before Princess Diane died that I have remembered. This was the day that the pizza restaurant beside the University of Waterloo broke the record for the world’s longest pizza. It was on the Sunday around August 30, 1997. I was walking down there to the event and as I was walking off the university property onto the railways, Princess Diane walked up to me. I think Khan Nomura also walked up to me at that time. The princess was standing in front of me not saying anything. Khan Nomura took out a bag of soya nuts and handed them to me. He told me they were soya nuts and he almost screamed it. He then ate some. I tried some and they were gross. Dodi Al Fayed then walked up and then he and the princess walked off.
I now understand what that was all about. The government of Canada was testing out some theories about mind control and hynotism. They were paranoid spies and counter espionage. I got caught up in the middle of it. They though that I was the Manchurian Candidate. Their theory was that the word “soya nuts” was a key word to unlocking the hypnotic spell that I was under. When I heard that word, I was suppose to go psycho and kill a high ranking member of the government of the royal family or some shit like that. So there you go, more details about the princess of wales’s last days for all to read. I am still stuck in this isolated existence because of years of harrassment by cops and government agents. The idiots could not stand that I was fucking white chicks and I was spyed on constantly by people from Centre for Addiction & Mental Health. I remember when I was at Bell, they got Steve Paikin to come down there and harrass me a couple of times. When I was walking to work, I would see him walking right at me and this happened two days in a row. Then I saw Steve Paikin, talking to that guy Saud Padamsee at the smoke hole. Steve Paikin is the host of a bunch of shows on tv.
Also, to tie off my story about Frank McKenna, after they found out that I had put a curse on him, someone went and told him that, and his wife camed down and tried to talk me out of it. She was walking across the street at Yonge/Bloor and she was with someone. She was balling her eyes out, with big tears rolling down her eyes. She started saying, “That is what he always wanted all his life. He worked so hard for it.” She was refering to the fact that Frank McKenna wanted to become the next Prime Minister of Canada. The liberal party was looking at him for leadership, and I had taken their oppurtunity away. Paul Martin, who was Prime Minister at that time, came down to see me, like all the other world leaders. He was going to give me his lawyers to use, to go after School District 34 in Abbotsford British Columbia. After, I inscribed the curse on the napkin, Paul Martin called me a terrorist. They started following me for conspiracy. A bunch of Tom Cruise’s crew tried to point this out to me because I would walk into Tim Horton’s to get a cup of coffee and someone in dark glasses would be sitting there reading a big book, entitled “Conspiracy”.
At that time it was discovered that I had performed the miracle for gay marriage in Canada. That is also something that sits on the minds of a lot of people who know the significance of the patron saint of pop and what he stands for. In time, this story shall be told as well. Yes it is true that I did perform the miracle for gay marriage. Frank McKenna works at Td Canada Trust now, and he is the CEO there. Recently, I read in a Toronto Star article that Td Canada Trust courts gay workers to work for the company as an policy. This is in stark contrast to when he was walking around on me and glaring at me. It has been 4 years since I saw him and he was the Ambassador of Canada to the US and he has changed from a hard nose conservative WASP to a charismatic CEO whose company actively pursues the policy of hiring gay people.
I was also the force behind George Smitherman going public. I forced him to come out of the closet. I also did the same to Lance Bass. Nowadays, Ontario Premier asshole Dalton McGuinty is basically teamming up with George Smitherman to take on their political oponents because even Dalton McGuinty was my sworn enemy, he knows the significance of the patron saint of pop and that I had performed the miracle for gay marriage. All the politicians have Facebook, and Myspace accounts as well as Youtube accounts now, because of me.
I also changed the face of policing when I had a word with Julian Fantino and saracastically pointed to all the deaths in street racing. Now all the cops and the OPP does is crack down on street racers. No more talking smack about gangbangers and gangbanging. That is another story and my two lines here does not give justice to the significance of what happen. Basically, the cops go off the back of a lot of minorities after it became understood that the patron saint of pop was asian. They also got rid of Gwen Boniface who used to be in charge of the OPP. I also had a stand of with the Toronto Police Board in 2004 and I told them they better not renew Fantino’s contract, and as a result of that, they listen to me and they never renewed his contract.
This should demonstrate to anyone that even though I am anonymous, I have caused major changed in the political landscape in Canada. What more, these fact are all verifiable. First of all, all the host of Entertainment Tonight was moved up to Canada and became the host of Entertainment Tonight Canada. Anyone can go and ask them who the patron saint of pop is and they will know. All the Much Music VJ’s know me as well. They even know that I am the patron saint of pop. A bunch of them were down there when all the other celebrities were trying to meet me. That’s it for now.
If you like this post buy me a coffee.I am writing this today because I don’t know when the election is but I know that last week I exploited a prophecy to prophecize that Barrack Obama will be the next president. I was at work when I did it. I have done this before with George Bush, and with Arnold Schwarzenegger, the govenor of California. I don’t have much time to write today but at least I got that down on record. Believe me, it will come true.
If you like this post buy me a coffee.Look, I recently wrote an article about Dave McCombs and someone in his family almost got shot to death. Here is the article. Read the highlighted text. Judge Dave McCombs must be feeling really stupid right now that his son is such a fucking beast. What a dumb fuck. Anyhow, here is the Toronto Stars article.
Michele Henry
Robyn Doolittle
Staff Reporters
Det. Sgt. Gary Giroux will not accept that Toronto has become a place where citizens are gunned down in random, unprovoked attacks.
“I don’t believe it,” he said yesterday standing metres from a flower memorial marking the site of the latest shootings to shake a city used to gun violence.
The detective heads the investigation into who killed Dylan Ellis and Oliver Martin, two affluent, educated young men, best friends since childhood, and why they were targeted shortly after midnight on Friday.
“These people were the intended targets,” said Giroux, a veteran Toronto police detective. “And there’s going to be a motive. I’ve done this for almost 12 years and there always is one. There’s going to be a catalyst for it.”
But so far, he cannot identify the “animus” that led to a hail of bullets as the two victims sat in their idling SUV outside a condominium belonging to their friend, the son of a prominent judge.
The lack of a known motive is why the killings have left many fearing gun violence is spreading to what were generally quiet areas. The shootings occurred near the trendy Queen St. W. neighbourhood.
Ellis and Martin, both 25, and a female friend had just left a party at the condominium when they received a call that they had taken a wrong set of keys.
Seconds after they returned to the building on Richmond St. W., a gunman appeared as if from nowhere. There were no words, police said, and no apparent conflict before the shooter opened fire. Ellis and Martin were shot in the chest, their seatbelts still fastened.
A third person in the vehicle, Martin’s girlfriend, was in the back seat and escaped uninjured. She was closeted in her parents’ Rosedale home yesterday.
The young woman was probably spared, police said, because the attacker couldn’t see her through the Range Rover’s tinted windows.
Witnesses saw a man, wearing a white shirt and dark pants, fleeing south from the scene on a mountain bike.
Police say attackers on foot or on bikes are usually familiar with an area. Ellis, an aspiring photographer, and Martin, an investment banker, have no history of crime, or of a high-risk lifestyle, according to police. And that’s what makes this case “strange” and so difficult to crack, Giroux said.
Shootings at such close range bear no hallmarks of a thrill kill. With no heated exchange, it seems unlikely to have been a drug deal gone bad. And since the vehicle was riddled with bullet holes, a carjacking appears unlikely.
“If you want to do that, you don’t shoot the vehicle,” Giroux said. “You make demands for people to get out.”
What concerns detectives is the shooter could not have known that Ellis, Martin and his girlfriend would return to the building just moments after they sped away.
They had been watching the NBA final at the home of Jake McCombs, the son of Justice David McCombs, the judge in the recent high-profile trial of Robert Baltovich.
Friends of Ellis and Martin gathered on the front lawns of the men’s family homes in Rosedale yesterday while the victims’ relatives wept inside.
Still more friends turned up at the scene of the shooting, some falling to their knees as they left condolence notes and bouquets.
Rachel Stott surveyed the growing tribute to the friends she has known since high school.
She is shaken to the very core, she said. Her trust and sense of security in this city has come undone.
“It rips apart something,” she said. “It’s an ungrounded feeling. A fear.”
If you like this post buy me a coffee.Jun 14 2008
Posted by Patron Saint of Pop as Politics, Pop Culture
Actually it is “Penno Makdessiane”. The real Penno Makdessian already has an account under his real name. I also went onto his real account. This is the sales director at Bell Canada. This white guy thinks he is going to step on me, but instead I now own a blog with a domain that advocates the assassination of the Canadian Prime Minister. I went and download a bunch of pictures of his 5 and 6 year old daughter and son and I will be uploading those pictures onto here as soon as I can get this stupid upgrade done. Little does anyone know that I intend to use these pictures of Penno Makdessian’s young family to use to challenge Canada’s obscenity and child pornography laws. In my opinion it is absolutely of the highest artist merit that a person who had no chance whatsoever in this world became the patron saint of pop and is using pictures of young children, especially the children of his former employers as a tool artistic expression in order to artistically express what some people go through in their daily life. I look at young children everyday, especially the young ones with the bright smile and blue eyes and I think to myself, these people are going to grow up to be like Adolf Hitler. I wonder how many marginalized people look at these young people as potential spouses as a platform to get out of a world of repression. Is this a way for them?
For me, it is not the same dynamics. The way I look at these children, I think how I wish I could fuck these little six year old virgin white tender vagina’s. I look at Penno Makdessian’s daughter and I think, look at these luscious lips. It would feel so good sucking on my rock hard shaft. I think the same of Stephen Harper the Canadian Prime Minister’s daughter. Would society make the patron saint of pop go to jail for this? I want to force Penno Makdessian’s young daughter’s head onto my cock. I am getting hard sitting here typing this out. I will go home and beat off, with images of Penno Makdessian’s young daughter lingering in my head.
While I was a kid, the RCMP tried to do the same to many asian kids. I remember in high school, undercover cop Daniel Lawrence and Kevin Sward would come around and try to force a lot of teenage guys to give them head. They would walk by kids in the hall and come up from behind and they would grab your head and try to push your head down towards their crotch. Yep, this is what undercover RCMP agents do to kids in high school in Abbotsford B.C. Another thing that is disturbing is that the police chief at Abbotsford, Ian Mackintosh, admitted to pouring acid on me years ago. He admitted this to Julian Fantino the current OPP chief. How this was uncover shall be explain later. What is important, is that I recently revisited this matter and I use my psychic power to force him out. He will probably die of cancer. That does not take away from the experience that he put me through. Because of that, this will not take away from the experience which I am trying to put all white people through, which is Hell on Earth. I wish I had more time to write because I would write a much juicier story. This will be interesting to see the reaction from this article.
If you like this post buy me a coffee.I heard the prime minister’s apology on tv and it was pretty meaningless. What was repulsive though was the statement made by MP Pierre Poilievre. Look at what I pulled out of the Ottawa Citizen this week on Canada.com, published June 14, 2008. Here is an excerpt:
The irony here is that while Mr. Poilievre apologized for his remarks, this was one case where he was actually on to something. His main point in the radio interview was that the dysfunction plaguing aboriginal communities can’t be fixed by government alone. On this he is absolutely correct. All the compensation money in the world — for colonialism, for residential schools, for whatever — won’t solve the problems.
Mr. Poilievre, unfortunately, was clumsy in his formulation. His suggestion that the aboriginal problem could be fixed if only aboriginals learn the value of “hard work” is as simplistic as the idea that money is the answer. Mr. Poilievre has unwittingly made it more difficult to question government handouts, because no one will want to risk being lumped in with him.
This is another example of the hate that fills our daily newspaper. This guy must be white and if I ever laid my eyes on him I will beat his fucking face in. Basically what he is saying is. This is another example of white man flaunting their right to rape people in their face. There should be a new law. Anyone white person publishing this shit should be killed. Until then, white boys stay in Iraq and Afghanistan and get killed.
Well, I am at my new work now and guess what. I think I got under the white skin of some people. Some hawk name Richard went onto Facebook.com and he assumed my last name afterwards. Someone from Bell posted a fake profile of me on Facebook.com and it has been following me around. It is probably some guy name Saud Padamsee and his friend Akshay Sehgal, Kathy Elsner and Michelle Stutzman. I will be going onto Facebook.com and creating my own fake profile of them and linking it to this website. Let see if my managers at Bell and my managers at my current work want to meet up and discuss me. Let see what they think when they find out that I am the patron saint of pop. You can go to facebook.com and look these people up now. Do a search by name. This should be interesting.
If you like this post buy me a coffee.I am at a new place of work now with fresh faces and I took advantage of it to perform some miracles. I made Max Bernier, Canada’s Foreign Affairs Minister leave politics. I was prophecizing to myself and my managers at my work heard. I think some of them know that I am a prophet. I was talking to myself and I said, “Max Bernier, out himself” Then I called him a maxipad. The managers were watching me because some girl sitting behind me went mental. This happens a lot. People just going mental as soon as they start to fuck with me, the gods intervene and take them out of the picture.
I used a couple of choicely worded prophecy to work the company Google and Yahoo and Microsoft like I wanted to. i used the same technique to destroy the value of BCE stock and take their managers to court. I stated very clearly, “Bell Canada destroyed all bondholder value on purpose.” The managers at my work took note. They are starting to catch on that I am a prophet. At first they thought I was some analyst from Google, Microsoft, or Yahoo. It was because of my wild predictions that somehow came true. Now, a couple of them know there is something else. I will say something and the whole company tries to shift to align itself with my spoken words. In meetings, they watch my face at all times to watch for subtle sign of my inner inclinations. Some of them heard me whisper things like, “The existence of the patron saint of (*grunt) turns the whole natural order of things on its head and a lot of people hate that.” Like also, “The patron saint of (*grunt) uses mystical energy and prophecies to drive miracles that shape the world.” This along with their eyewitness to what happened to Yahoo when I announced, “Microsoft is going to try to take it over and the deal is going to fall a part. Then there will be a hostile take over attempt. Lots of people really want to just take Yahoo over complete. Microsoft will have to come back with an offer to work with Yahoo and their search engine.” This obviously came true. Carl Icahn launched a hostile takeover of Yahoo and the Microsoft, Yahoo deal fell apart and Microsoft came back with another offer for Yahoo.
Some of the managers heard me make an analyst of Afghanistan and Iraq. I was murmuring something about, “the superpowers leave, leaving a power vacuum, and tribal warlords rush in to fill the power vacuum resulting in violence, and mass forced migration and the creation of a new class of refugees.” I never mentioned that they would become a destabilizing force in this world as they grow up. I didn’t feel like prophecizing this. I asked pointed questions like, “Is South Africa for the black or the white.” What they didn’t realize is that I am the patron saint of pop and I have a huge influence on this exact matter. I used my mystical powers to drive out the whites.
I was contemplating a similar situation while I worked at Bell. The managers asked me over the phone something about what white man has done recently that is really racist. I mentioned Apartheid. Michelle Stutzman and Kathy Elsner and her boyfriend Akshay Sehgal quickly rallied along with the other goofs who worked behind the scene at Bell and they got writers to post fake articles about white farmers getting killed by blacks in South Africa. They posted it on the globeandmail.com website on their internal intranet and they told everyone you can only go on the globeandmail.com website. They watched and listen as I read the articles. They they got that fuckhead Akshay Sehgal to go on the phone with me and the screamed at me about Israel being the only apartheid state in this world. This is what the fuck heads at Bell were doing to the patron saint of pop can you believe it?
I actually had big plans to highlight Bollywood culture and bring it into mainstream. I got as far as performing the miracle for Kim Kardashian’s reality show. Then I watched as the pakis and hindus and Bell rallied around their white masters and suck the shit from their asshole. I didn’t mind allowing Kim Kardashian to keep her reality show because she is pretty hot but I changed my mind about wishy washy Bollywood. I also had lots of Iraqis killed throughout the year and as the US got more and more armour, I used my mystical powers to help them get bigger IED’s and then I guided foreign fighters into the country to fight the US.
It is not like I have never met these hot shots. In an earlier post, I mentioned that I have met most billionaires and CEOs of large corporations in this world. It is true. I have met Steve Ballmer, Bill and Melinda Gates, Paul Allen, Larry Ellison, the guys at Google, Warren Buffet, Jeff Bezos, Mark Cuban, Martha Steward. Donald Trump even offered to hook me up with his daughter. Like I said, Steven Spielberg once considered adopting me into his family. That is until I met Dakota Fanning and almost kicked her in the face. A lot of celebrities were really pissed off that the oppurtunity to unit with the patron saint got fucked up. George Lucas came up to me at Yonge and Bloor wheeling his diabetes thing electric unit thing with him and asked me if I could do something for diabetics. I screamed at him, “More and more white boys are going to become diabetic.” This was in 2004 when they tried the intervention on me, the patron saint of pop, the one true prophet.
Ok, this posting was put together really quickly. I have to go now.
If you like this post buy me a coffee.Jun 03 2008
Posted by Patron Saint of Pop as History, Politics, Pop Culture

Look, Dr. Sheela Basrur has died. She looks so horrible in her last days. The cops showed me a picture of her. In the mean time, we got Caucasian government profilers all over the TTC. This will start a huge trend where minorities will stop using the TTC and start driving increasing the price of gas, pollution and congestion. I will let the government play their game.
I will take this time to finish explaining what happen to Frank McKenna. I don’t want to go into all the details otherwise it will be too long. Basically, I inscribed a curse on a piece of newspaper with an “if” statement, a concept I borrowed from computer science. They got C.C. Gotlieb, who is consider to be the father of computer science, to interpret the message for them. They got undercover cops to come around and ask if I was going to kill Frank McKenna. Yea, this is what cops do. They brought him down and he was walking around me and I inscribed a curse and they investigated me for conspiracy afterwards. They forced me into unemployment and homelessness afterwards and undercover cops accompanied David McCombs over to my house to beat me up after I punched in his car window. This is after they have been harrassing me for ten years after the death of Princess Diane. Now they got undercover cops at my work again. I will be putting a pen in their fucken head when they aren’t looking. I actually have a good idea though to get some publicity. In the future I will be confronting Canada’s obscenity and pedophile laws by writing a love story about me and Stephen Harper’s underage daughter. Oh how I would love to shove my cock in her tender twat. The political activism is going to be ramped up.
I scared the fuck out of the cops following me when they decided to follow my manager at work home and there was a 6 car accident right in front of them. This was on Eglinton Avenue right near Credit Union Drive on around May 15, 2008. They were driving right in front of my manager. Maybe it was the cops that caused the accident. I would not be surprise. I know the cops were there that day because the next day when I boarded the bus and I started screaming, “Diane, the princess of Wales got her face smashed into a million pieces!” All the white people looked freaked out. They were all cops. These cops were discovering some aspects of the mystical powers of the patron saint of pop.
All the managers at my work think that I am from some big company. That was because I decided to use my powers of prophecy to exert control over some companies. When I saw in the news that Microsoft was making a bid for Yahoo, I playfully stated, “The deal is not going to go through and then there is going to be a hostile take over attempt, and lots of people want to take control of Yahoo. Then Microsoft is going to come back with another offer to cooperate with Yahoo in search.” My managers were shocked when it came true and they thought I was some analyst from a major company. I also stated, “Pretty soon Microsoft is going to start paying people to use its search engine. Every time someone does a search on Microsoft, a little coupon is going to pop up. Canadian tire money, 25 cents, just press print. That came true too. I also prophesied that bondholders of BCE are angry and they are going to take BCE to court. Off course that came true. I then stated that the managers destroyed all bond holder value on purpose. Then finally I stated that, “Next week, Bell Canada is going to try its hardest to shed all shareholder value. A week later on May 25, BCE dropped 5 bucks.” As anyone can see, I am still working my hardest to cause havoc everywhere.
If you like this post buy me a coffee.Oh Yea, the cops are everywhere. Apparently someone from Bell or Dave McCombs or someone else had called the cops and they came looking. I was followed by a psychotic cop the other day and I knew who he was because he followed me when they were all dressed up like Kathy Elsner, Penno Makdessian and Michelle Stutzman. They also got cops watching my drug dealer to at Queen and Spadina. I came by a little too early yesterday and the shrubby white undercover cop stared at me and I stared back. He all of a sudden started walking across the street and staring at me. When I got home later, 3 undercover cops wearing baseball uniforms carrying a baseball bat walked by me. This is the stupid game they play. I would gladly kill all of them with the baseball bat if they would have just handed it to me. Let me see, the cops followed me from Bell and they were dressed like that guy Linton from Bell when I lived at Ossington and Dupont. These managers at Bell must be telling the cops shit. I really really want to kill these white people. I have obsessive compulsive thoughts everyday at all hours of brutally killing my managers at Bell. I can’t imagine the war in Iraq of Afghanistan ending without society killing these people first.
If you like this post buy me a coffee.May 18 2008
Posted by Patron Saint of Pop as Counter Intelligence
The other day, I notice another thing that the government is doing. The government has a bunch of psychologist and profilers riding the subway and street cars every day looking at people and making a judgment on them based on how they look at other people. I have faced racism all my life and the other day I was glaring at this white bitch who had just gotten off the street car. I looked at this other white shrimpy looking guy looking at me. I had a feeling he was a government profiler. When I got off the street car and got on the subway, they had a crew of Mennonite idiots come up to me and try to tell me their religion. When I told him that I didn’t want to hear him, he started talking to another guy who was another undercover cop. He pretended he didn’t want to have a conversation but they did anyhow. They talk about their beliefs. Actually this is a skit that undercover cops play out a lot. They will say something like, Jesus is coming soon and everyone will be judge. They will say something like they believe that Hell is a negative state of mind. I have lived under enormous pressure all my life. It is no longer enjoyable. I understand what the world is about now and these fucken white idiots will die.
Undercover cops do a lot of acting. The TTC is one of the worse places for anyone. With the enormous amount of surveillance on the subway and you are open to being harrassed by government officials at every turn. I will be travelling with a camera from now on and taking pictures.
The government profilers came to my work and a different guy came out and stare at me. They were all white. The original profiler who found me was this really shrimpy looking guy. He pretends he is minding his own business but when you look away, he looks at you. They are all like that too. Once the government profilers find you, they follow you and they have different people stare at you. If you look at them too long, watch out, you are in trouble. You will get harrass by the police. These people are from CSIS and the RCMP and other government agencies. There are a lot of people working for the government as spies. They are everywhere. One time, they got a government official to act like a psychotic case. He started screaming behind me in a psychotic fashion. All the white people around him acted like nothing happen. They were all undercover cops. In Toronto, if you don’t shovel your sidewalk, you will get a visit from the cop helicopter and they will put a scanner on your house from upside and they can see through your walls. You also get followed by CSIS until they determine that you are not a terrorist. This is what my September 11, 2001 miracle did. The government is totally paranoid. There is worse to come. I recently awoke the Madhi Army in Iraq and I will be using my psychic power to push for more destruction.
I noticed the Toronto Police coming to my website. Must be Dave McComb who called the police. I think he went to Bell and then they called the police together. Today, I walked by my house and there was 3 guys with a baseball bat. Must be cops. I welcome any sort of entrapment by cops now involving Dave McComb Jr or Sr or anyone from Bell. I will smash their fucking heads in.
I can’t wait to update WordPress so I can post pictures of the managers at Bell. The lesson here should be, if the police and the government insist on dressing up as other people in order to harrass someone, then maybe posting their pictures is fair game. I bet the managers at Bell never thought their pictures would be posted on a website name after kill the Canadian Prime Minister. That is not all, I often think of going down to Bell and killing one of these fucks. I would really like to get my hand on a lot of these idiots. There would be blood shed. Till then, maybe people should know who these people are, whom the government had grant them the ability to influence the world so powerfully by allowing pretending the patron saint of pop doesn’t exist.
If you like this post buy me a coffee.May 1, 2008, was when I remember this performing this miracle. I performed it outside the Bell Direct Marketing Center (DMC) on my lunch break. That was was back in the spring of 2006. I can’t remember who was around me. I am sure no one knew exactly what I was doing. I think it was Sally Yassir, Michelle Stutzman and Omair Hussein. I remember some of the particulars. I was sandwiched between a couple of the managers and I was singing this song. These managers at Bell really thought they were cops. We shall see how the interaction between the patron saint of pop and these managers brought about much suffering for the world today. I shall also be updating WordPress because for some reason I can’t seem to post any pictures. My Entrecard also seems to have stopped working. If I have more time, I go back and edit some of my articles to make it better but don’t count on it . I also found some essays that I had previously written and I will go and edit those and post some of them.
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