The Shameful Conspiracy Behind the Allen Carlos Trilogy

795 Pages·2009·3.62 MB·English

by  Jane Gaffin

How can a person be criminally convicted
in the Supreme Court of Canada
for a law that does not exist?
JUSTICE SERVED UP
YUKONSLAVIA
STYLE:

The Shameful Conspiracy Behind the
Allen Carlos
Trilogy
1998 to 2004
Written by Jane Gaffin
Allen Carlos
shown in front of Yukon Justice Building, Whitehorse, Yukon, 2002
(Yukon News Photo by Mike Thomas)
© by Jane Gaffin, 2003, 2009
All rights reserved by the author, including the right to reproduce this volume. No part of this
manuscript may be translated or reproduced in any form or means by anyone else without written consent
from the author who can be contacted at janegaffi[email protected] or [email protected].
The Carlos Trilogy can be ordered on CD from Mac’s Fireweed Books, Whitehorse,
Yukon, by phoning the toll-free number 1-800-661-0508.
*Cover designed by Joanne Rice, Whitehorse, Yukon, 2003
*Formatting and Type-setting by Christopher di Armani, Lytton, British Columbia, 2004,
with special thanks to Raymond Brown, Langley, British Columbia.

ISBN 978-0-9691994-(1)-6 (online e-book version)
TABLE OF CONTENTS starts on Page 13
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
American-born Jane Gaffin and her blue-eyed Siberian Husky, Chuchi, were
threading their way north along the twisting ribbon of gravel and dirt known as the
Alaska Highway.
It was June 1966.
She only intended to interrupt her Fairbanks
destination with an overnight in
Whitehorse. But the next morning, the
immigration officer had found her a
prospective job selling ads for the Whitehorse
Star.
She immediately wrapped the charming burg
around her like a comfortable old
coat. She found the traditions refreshing. A
new country; a new town North of
60 where the midnight sun shone all night.
There were no traffic lights with which
to contend. It was fun just honing her French
skills on the canned goods lining
the grocery shelves before peeking at the
English translation.

The Yukon had to be the world’s best-kept secret, especially when the jaws of
winter clamped shut over the land. Even the 40-below-zero temperatures would
prove to be an exhilarating novelty worth relating to the folks back home.

Smitten by these zany residents whose main purpose in life was “fun” first, she
never left – except for a later jaunt to Anchorage to earn a private and
commercial land-and-sea rating in single-engine aircraft.
Then, back to the Yukon and to the Star. A special research assignment about
the 1898 gold-rush mining history evolved into a fascination with hardrock mining
and mineral exploration. Truth be known, it was a good excuse to experience
more of the expansive and great land.
As a freelance writer, she became a voice for the mining industry. Her numerous
analyses on such subjects as mining, law, economy, politics, justice and firearms
have appeared often in the Yukon News and the Whitehorse Star; some articles
were syndicated in national and international publications and posted on various
Internet Websites.
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From her mining-related articles and personality profiles came her first book,
Cashing In, a history of the hardrock mining industry. It was followed
by two more books bearing Northern themes: The Adventures of Chuchi, a delightful
children’s novel about an adorable Siberian Husky always in trouble; and
Edward Hadgkiss: Missing in Life, a biography that probes the pilot’s and
girlfriend’s mysterious disappearance after surviving the crash of his Harvard on
a remote island of coastal British Columbia.
Gaffin also contributed to two other books: Writing North, an anthology showcasing
contemporary Yukon writers; and Up From The Permafrost, a collection of reflections
on learning, as told through short stories and art.

Sadly, the Yukon and Canada degenerated slow-motion into a place she no
longer recognized nor understood. Her latest book-length project, Justice
Served Up Yukonslavia Style, was motivated by a strong sense of justice to
somehow right the wrong of a Yukoner criminally convicted in Canada’s highest
court for a law that did not exist.
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Illegitimus Non Carborundum
The bastardized Latin motto
which has for many decades graced the banner of the
daily Whitehorse Star
can be literally translated as

“don’t let the bastards grind you down”
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NOT A GUN FIGHT
Whatever Allen Carlos might have said to offend a series of government
regulatory and enforcement agents doesn’t come close to the disrespect, verbal
and physical abuse government employees perpetrated on me and others over
the years.
Many examples have been documented in the public record and are contained
between the covers of this exposé.

Carlos at least showed the common courtesy not to bully, threaten, assault, nor
speak vulgar language to anyone. Yet I have been aggressively accosted in a
public forum by a pair of government employees; physically detained twice in a
corner against my will; threatened over the phone.

I have been cussed and discussed; tripped on staircases; chased up and down
grocery store aisles; been denied service in library and archives; refused copies
of technical speeches; and had invoices go into the garbage rather than be
processed for payment.
One sop demanded I stop selling ads for my employer “because I was too stupid
to know anything about the tourist industry,” he said, then ordered me to sell non-
commissioned ads for his government publication!
Whenever I retaliated in a mouth-foaming rage, their eyes bulged big as saucers,
and they whined, “What did I do? What did I say?”

Malicious males, who feel secure bullying women, are usually controlled in
private life by a domineering wife or in the workplace by a castrating female boss.
They wouldn’t know honor and integrity if it bit them on the nose. And they drag a
heavy load of smelly baggage behind them.

If I’d filed a complaint with the police about every bureaucrat and political
wannabe who screamed, yelped, shrieked, hollered at me, insulted, criticized,
threatened and pounded me, stalked, taunted, pestered and detained me, lied
about me and lied to me, half this territory’s population would have been
criminally charged and incarcerated behind bars long ago.
But they are not worth the aggravation. I look after myself with my trusty
cyanide-dipped pen. And it was those bureaucratic-committed injustices that
prompted this manuscript. In other words, they brought it on themselves. It was
a matter of time before they were caught in their own webs and drowned in their
own falsehoods.
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Some are jerks and jackasses for the sake of being jerks and jackasses. Some
are dangerously mean-spirited and hateful by nature and like to wield power over
others. Some are simply borderline mental cases who forgot to swallow a
stabilizer pill for breakfast. None of these personality quirks are legal excuses to
be downright abusive to others.
As governments of all stripes began pushing their weight and their limits too far
with permits, permits, permits, precipitated by a secular state religion called
environmentalism, the fearless “earth custodians” were handed enormous
discretionary people-control powers.
The free-spirited individuals felt threatened, pressured and frustrated. They
complained behind closed doors that bureaucrats were shameless in their
enforcement of every land-use and gun regulation as though they were
prohibition orders.

It was a matter of time before the muscle-flexing regulatory and enforcement
authorities would become too overbearing, too rude, too condescending, too
disrespectful...Somebody, besides me, was going to lash back one day.

It was despicable that a bunch of bureaucrats ganged up on one man, and even
more despicable for the police to accept the fictional slop and secretly concoct
their own version, but never bring Carlos to court to meet his condemners.
The police descended on Carlos because of his “personality” and his “conduct”.
Touché! What about the “personalities” and “conduct” of the bureaucrats who
descended on me and others?
Yet the court case, where Carlos should have met his accusers, was derailed
forever by what was trotted out as a gun-storage case because the police felt
compelled to raid his house under the abhorrent cesspool of confusion known
as a gun law. They confiscated the registered guns they knew about, and had
a field day hauling home the long arms they stumbled across accidentally while
executing a fishing-expedition brand of search warrant.

But the trial never was a gun feud.
The gun law, a minimum 10-prong affront to a person’s Charter rights, hurled the
Carlos fight into the civil rights arena, which, I must add, was not unlike the
freedom of speech put on trial when Socrates was brought to court in 399 B.C.

A zealous religious movement was on the rise then, too. Greek authorities
feared the Greek philosopher who educated people to question authority and
obtain truth. But authorities did not want citizens to think. They were expected to
“behave” – do as they were told – so the empire could run according to the ruler’s
dictates.
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The state, which only allowed a person to speak what the authorities were willing
to let him say, felt slandered. Socrates was brought to trial for imparting too
much knowledge and wisdom to others.

But it was freedom of speech that was on trial.
By a narrow majority, the citizens court (500 or so in numbers) sentenced him to
death, a fate not unlike legions of other just men killed by an unjust state throughout
history.
Some things never change; human nature is one of them.
His pupil, Plato, recorded the trial proceedings and wrote The Republic, a
masterpiece that examined “What is justice?”
When virtuous people forsake a democratic society for a crock of politically-
correct scum, the result is social and political instability rotting on the foundation
of decadence and immorality.
It is no surprise that a culture of selfishness should breed a nation of idlers and
infidels, drunkards and dependents, scoundrels and sluts, power-hungry
politicians and apathetic citizens – thus leaving a nation ripe for tyranny.

Young offenders – a modern euphemism for bureaucrats-in-training – will no
longer be punished for trespassing property, we hear from Parliament and the
courts, because s/he was possibly potty-trained wrong and doesn’t know better.
Wouldn’t it be smarter for society to teach right from wrong so the little creeps at
least suffer embarrassment when caught? Oh, no, that would destroy their self-
esteem.
The darling delinquents grow up to become government law enforcers and are
granted legal mandate to violate your house and plunder your valuables. Special
embryo police units, trained for their roles to someday mesh into a United
Nations one-world-order force, are being established for that very purpose.

Guess why Canada did not entrench property rights into the Constitution? The
objective is to eradicate the middle class, who are society’s property owners and
educated thinkers – a threat to any totalitarian or tyrannical regime.

And that time is not in the future; the time is here.
Oh, pshaw, you chide, waving your hand. It will never happen here. It was just a
bunch of guns. Carlos shouldn’t be “allowed” to have guns, anyway; he doesn’t
need them in this peaceable nation.
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Who are you to say? Guns were never a problem in Canada. Now police are
confiscating them. What’s next on the list? Guns were the Carloses personal
property by freedom of choice. He grew up with guns, likes guns, spent most of
his life accumulating the pieces – some worth a fair chunk of change as
irreplaceable collector’s items.
Should the state “allow” you to own a doll collection? Heirloom silver tableware
and tea server? Coins? Art? Family photographs? Books?
I would be devastated if my books, collected from youth onward, were plundered
and burned. The irreplaceable antiquarians were bequeathed by my maternal
grandmother; my most treasured dictionaries were gifts from my mother. Stacks
of file boxes, brimming with information gathered for nearly 40 years, contain
irreplaceable interviews with Yukoners, whose transcripts constitute this
territory’s history.
Should I not be “allowed” my archives which are as important tools to my
occupation as Carlos’ guns were to his?

So, “Do unto others as you would have others do unto you” and harbor a sense
of sympathy and compassion of exactly how the Carlos family felt when the
government robbed them of their cherished belongings. It smacks of Hitler’s
Germany.
The Nazis seized personal book and art collections when freedom of speech and
education were under siege in the 1930s, as was firearms ownership. The
government feared its citizens. They were disarmed and the Jews marched off
to concentration camps.

Now that Kanuckistan’s national police force is going door to door, rounding up
guns, why would anyone be surprised when the gun-grabbers start seizing
valuable silver samovars, too?

Freedom is not lost when the special unit of menacing, black-garbed storm
troopers rap enormously on your door – if they bother to knock. Freedom was
lost when apathetic citizens saw wrongdoings in the local schools, local
churches, local legal system, local government, but wouldn’t speak up because
they thought it wasn’t any of their business.

At that point either bang your head against the wall so it will feel good when you
stop, or bang the idiots’ heads against the wall until they understand that when
enough decent people do nothing, freedom may as well be shot, then buried
where it falls.
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The epitaph, chiseled in the marker, should read: “The good people of this
country got what they deserved because they couldn’t be bothered defending
their precious freedom.”
Russian writer Alexander Solzhenitsyn, who spent 10 years in the Gulag as a
political prisoner, urged individuals to take a stand: “The simple step of a
courageous individual is not to take part in the lie. One word of truth outweighs
the world.”

Noxious tyrants and their unquestioning disciples fear truth, virtue, morality and
civil liberty. As their army grows ever stronger in numbers, the Marxist-Leninist
brigades want only to inflict a greater amount of misery and grief on the populace
through the secular state religion of environmentalism.
It has wreaked havoc. First, the corrupt state takes privately-owned property –
real or personal – then robs your bank account, then destroys all means of
production so you can’t earn a living or replenish the stolen larder.

Yukoners who lost – or were on the verge of losing – their lands and lifetime
investments were publicly chastised by the mentally-defective government
betrayers: “Lighten up and stop screaming bloody murder,” they ordered.
Oh? Why? Because loud protests of property and self-defense offended the
extortionists’ delicate sensitivities?
We reap what we sow, said Plato; so did Anne Graham, daughter of evangelist
Billy Graham, speaking of what happens when a free-wheeling political
correctness goes berserk.
“Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world’s
going to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question
what the Bible says.
“Funny how you can send “jokes” through the email and they spread like wildfire.
But when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice
about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely
through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school
and workplace. Are you laughing?”

The tyranny continues to be “voted in” by a “tolerant” so-called democracy,
unchecked by law and morality. The power-hungry politicians want votes and
when they get into office do as directed. They are easily manipulated by the evil
insiders who are busy weakening society with anarchy.
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