MNN. 16 Oct. 2015. A temporary postponement of the shit-drop into the kaniataro’wanen:onwe, the great river of life, by Mayor Coderre of Montreal is unacceptable. Stop it firstname.lastname@example.org
Coderre: “Old boys, I tried”.
The Chateau Clique, the Quebec “old boys club” of the Family Compact, invented the private corporation of Canada. They incorporated the City of Montreal in 1832 causing the shit problem in Montreal and elsewhere. The scum who started the Clique are James McGill and John Molson. Their partners are Jonathan Sewell, Quebec Archbishops Jacob Mountain and Charles James Stewart, William McGillivray, Edward Bowen, banker Horatio Gates and Peter McGill. Their offspring are today’s old boys club stinking up everything.
… which was all stolen from the ongwe’hon:weh
The old thugs made laws in the 1830s at Osgoode Hall in Toronto, built with stolen Six Nation Trust Funds. The laws were to protect their land theft, power grab, and to ensure they remain perpetually at the top of the corporate hierarchy. They set up the private corporation of Canada and made up bylaws. They set up the Canadian banking system and own all the major banks. Their Family Compact bloodline sit on the boards of directors for all major corporations of Canada, including the Corporation of Canada.
The CROWN is the sole shareholder of the private corporation known as Canada. The Family Compact bankers sit on the board of directors for the CROWN shareholders to make sure there is ever growing dividends. They appoint the boards for Montreal, McGill University and so on. Every band council, community, town, municipality and city was incorporated into private independent republics controlled by the Family Compact. The bankers control every everyone in Canada because they can’t make a transaction without a bank account.
McGill & Molson: “How dare you call us criminals to our faces!”
They even gave us, and our land, foreign corporate names to alienate us from our land and the natural world. We will reclaim our original ongwe’hon:weh names. The so-called “St. Lawrence” is kaniatara’wano:onwe, the great river of life, which we live with and never try to control. Our names have life, momentum and meanings that makes us think.
Roy Orbison sings it best for what’s coming: “All the rainbows in the sky start to even say goodbye. You won’t be seeing rainbows any more. Setting suns before they fall, echo to you, that’s all, that’s all. But you’ll see lonely sunset after all. It’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over, It’s over.