Rottweilers are legal in Surrey

THE PRACTICE OF EATING SHIT IS NOT MY LEGACY AND THEREFORE NOT MY KARMA AND THE ONLY REASON WHY I AM ADDRESSING IT IS BECAUSE IT IS YOUR FUNERAL HUMANITY. I HAVE NEVER EATEN SHIT (BUT FOR MEAN MOMMY DISGUSTING “COOKING”) AND I HAVE NEVER HAD SHIT INSIDE OF MY CUNT! NOT MY KARMA. NOT MY PROBLEM.

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Maja (aka Maya, Lakshmi, Kali, Durga, Isis, Mother Buddha, Master of the Penis… your worst nightmare, followers of patriarchy!), mentioned in a (“random” club 33 released) children story and accompanying song, is the “forward” protagonist who insists on being the “news” or “message” or “Messiah”…

☆”Śmiała” = forward, opposite of shy.
☆“Wieść” = news, message, or to be a message is to be the Messiah (co Wieść chce wsród owadów być).

Speaking of “forward”, or, in this case, the opposite, “shy”… I once had the displeasure of spending agonizingly boring time with Richard, a clown of the freemasons who went by the label ghostbuster extraordinaire, and, to ensure he outshined everything around him, also called himself psychic medium “channel” whose spirit animal, a grey wolf named Grey Wolf, spoke with the dead and told you your future.

One day, Richard Pederson aka Son of Peter (aka fake christian, enemy of the One True Christ because SHE has a cunt, a clean cunt, a cunt without shit and an Alien, that’s what makes her the Christ, successfully intergrated within her spine, brain stem and central nervous system for the purpose of Alien Messiah-ing) I am told (former British Columbia Telecommunications aka BCTel aka Telus, located on none other than Kings-Way, employee and shop steward, married to a mobile human tooth cleaner aka dental hygienist, who absolutely despised me, whilst he was having an affair with a married employee of BCAA living in White Rock, nastiest excuse for a white human female I have ever seen short of my “ciocia Irka”, I mean monster on steroids so ugly, and, of course, because you cannot leave the legal goons out, auxiliary member of the RCMP, gushing with pride whilst sporting a RCMP’ed chested, head of a bison, keychain) announced he adopted a dog from one of his clients.

Aside from feeling pity for dogs (what a horrible experience to be slaves to humanity, unable to be free to live as pack families of dogs), I do not like them. Dogs are a brutalized version of jackals. Dogs lack intelligence in that it has been systematically beat out of them by raping as rape gets patriarchy, which has enslaved them into servitude as codependent zombies (THAT’S A GOOD DOG, NOW ACT LIKE AN IDIOT WHILST I DRAG YOU AROUND ON A STRING AND SCREAM THIS STRING ENSLAVED ANIMAL IS HAPPY, IT IS HAPPY!). Dogs also stink and slober… Dogs are GROSS…

However; playing one of Richard’s “besties” and not yet officially “Alien Anna” being “targeted” by hostile human “handlers” who hate her and want to find the location of her actual, real, true friends, I attempted to be a supportive “human” friend and put up with his mind numbing rants about degrading another species.

While he voiced jubilation over his new “project”, he simultaneously freaked out over the fact Surrey, British Columbia, Canada, after a horrendous dog attack on a human child, and aftermath killing of said aggressor dog, made the breed, a rottweiler, illegal to “own”. He lamented for weeks, and, insisted on showing me countless media articles covering the attack and subsequent ban, including during shared meals at one of our favorite eateries, freemason owned chain restaurant called the White Spot…

He voiced outrage at how the by-law was unfair, saying it is all about “proper training” and if the dog is inappropriately aggressive, it is never the dog’s fault but the owner’s failure at “owner-ing”!!! He brainstormed ways to get his “pet” home; yet, every time, concluded, unless he moved to another city, there was no resolution to his conundrum.

In the capacity of “close personal friend”, he invited me to accompany him to visit the “rottie”, as he affectionately called her, in Maple Ridge. I agreed. Why wouldn’t I? We were close personal friends.

So, as a pair of close personal friends traveling to the same destination, Richard drove us to the house of the widow whose late husband’s ghost, the rotties’ original “owner”, he, the talented psychic medium had channeled via the guidance of guru, Grey Wolf…

For the car enthusiasts, even more specifically, we got to Maple Ridge, British Columbia, Canada in Richard’s glitchy, newly acquired, Mini Cooper (it was falling apart, despite countless trips to the dealership to fix whatever fell off or stopped working that particular week… yes, as a close personal friend, I not only endured hearing rants about the dog but listened to him complain about his uncooperative lease, too!), called Lemon.

The widow was clearly eager to have Cheyenne the rottweiler (pronounced Shy-Anne… “shy”, opposite of forward) adopted, given the dog wasn’t her bestie… Competing with man’s best friend’s perfect relationship with a dog and man’s favorite pastime, binge watching of mind numbingly boring sporting events, is not easy… “Peter pan” decor of the home confirmed she came in last on the dead guy’s list of dog tormenting and obsessed sport spectator dominated priorities…

The “rottie” was as gross as I had imagined, in that she stank and slobbered like a “motherfucker”…

Due to rottweilers being illegal in Surrey and Richard being unwilling to move to a different city, he finally relented and backed out of the adoption.

…Fast forward to about a year later, summer 2017, Surrey, British Columbia, Canada… I spot several rotties frolicking off leash in freemason designed and manufactured Shannon Park (condition which landed Mosaic, a freemason company, rights to develop parcel of land utilized for profit — my townhouse complex — was to “create” a community greenspace adjacent). Shannon Park with a gigantic and completely insignificant “x” of crossing pathways in the center… and rottweilers… mmmm…

Again, I don’t give a shit, but, since Richard advised rottweilers are illegal and dangerous, I call city hall to report the sighting… Lo and behold, egg on my face, as well as, humble pie with all ten of humanity’s raping digits inside it, the breed, I am told, had never displayed aggression against any Surrey citizen, ever, and is perfectly legal to enslave.

I guess Richard fucked with me, including hired someone to put up fake news articles on the ban of “rotties”, for shits and giggles…

Yes, rottweilers are perfectly legal in Surrey. I recently encountered (2024) a gross, napoleon, fat as fuck, caucasian male who looked like he hadn’t showed in a week taking a stroll in Shannon Park. He had a rottweiler on a leash. I greeted him with: “Excuse me, Sir;(inside voice saying – you dirtbag freemason gaslighter, rude and disrespectful piece of trash) is that a rottweiler at your side?”.

White trash male, clearly addicted to drinking unhealthy amounts of beer and to eating trash, with pride on his ridiculously ugly face, retorted: “Why, yes it is, young lady!”.

Patronizing, though he was too stupid to notice, I “asked”: “Aren’t rottweilers a vicious breed?”…

Duchebag responded with: “YOU ARE 100% WRONG! Rottweilers are not a vicious breed. It’s a misconception!”…

Idiot thought I’d keep on speaking with him, where all I was after was more fuel to our war… Sometimes the most powerful weapon is the act of walking away, this is what I did.

Freemasons never take “no” for an answer; because the other day, the same slob, who does not reside in my townhouse complex, casually and innocently stood outside of my place as I pulled in. He had with him the perfectly legal rottweiler, and, together they blocked me from parking in my garage. To make matters worse, the slob was “gunning me down” with a nasty “what are you gonna do about it, young lady?” glare. I’d have called the cops but freemasons pull their strings, so what’s the point… Eventually, when I refused to engage, he walked off, taking the dog with him…

Lets continue our talk of gaslighting freemasons in “real news”…

Freemasons are not only in control of cops but also firefighters and all “emergency” first responders, like the military, worldwide… most organized “gang” in the world…

Picture it, Surrey, British Columbia, Canada, August 2023…

In legitimately reported on by every local news station and local newspaper, same freemasonry constructed Shannon Park is inundated by “33” firefighters who mostly stand around scratching their useless assholes while four houses burn to the ground… A Tesla, of the Space X Dragon freemasons, parked in a garage of one of the houses facing Shannon Park caught fire and subsequently destroyed all four dwellings…

Oops, no-no, of course freemasons didn’t start said fire so they could put it out… That’s just “conspiracy” talk… shhhhhhhhhh, they are busy gaslighting the ONE TRUE CHRIST🤫:

https://vancouver.citynews.ca/2023/08/09/surrey-house-fire-3

For real… I was minding my own business whilst cooking dinner on my “may-tag” glass stovetop and what is it which nearly burns down the hood? Retarded freemason!

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Update, July 6, 2025… so yeah, update before the update up top (I just keep adding to my blog posts, written years ago, adding comment here, picture there, as you subtract moments from my life I shall never get back by wasting my time… waste away… I am in a micromanaged hell…) on life in Surrey, 2 blocks away from Langley, where the Grey Wolf Spirit Animal Holder, Richard the Son of Peter, lamented over his botched adoption of Cheyenne the illegal in Surrey rottweiler, because rottweilers were made illegal after one of them killed a child, shortly prior to Jelena’s confession that I am a micromanaged by Freemasons Alien in captivity, but are now legal again and by the way, they were never illegal to begin with, no we are not gaslighting you at all after we told you we are and you better shut up and sit down on this, Sunday of July 6th, 2025:

Speaking of Quantum, the no power anything Silver Toyota Echo Hatchback I parked to take a picture of the Red Ram… Shortly before I was illuminated by Jelena about my tragically pathetic micromanaged bullshit lie life having no worth, I was yelled at by the baby daddy of my neighbor, a stewardess. The baby daddy was a pilot, driving a Honda Pilot (double pilot, oh, my…), about how he and his and the stewardess’ son, had the right to fly their camera equipped drone right outside my bedroom window… YES, I was advised by a caucasian human male employed as a commercial pilot, standing at least 6’4′ and overweight size of about 190 lbs, in extreme close proximity to me, standing at 5’4′ and weighing about 110 lbs, I did not have the right to ask him to fly his camera equipped drone away from my bedroom window!!!!

My female neighbor? Screaming “TALK TO HIM, NOT ME, ABOUT HOW UNCOMFORTABLE HIS CAMERA EQUIPPED DRONE BEING FLOWN IN CLOSE PROXIMITY TO YOUR WINDOWS, ESPECIALLY YOUR BEDROOM, MAKES YOU FEEL!” she, the checked-out crack whore of patriarchy, one of a gazillion, walked away from me, this in reaction to my requesting, politely, female to female, for her to get her male under control!

The stewardess, who drove a Silver Toyota Echo Hatchback and with whom I served as strata members and whom I had over to my residence for strata meetings, who has since conveniently (about summer 2017) moved away from the complex…

… The memory of her and her pilot lingers… for every time I get into my Silver Toyota Echo Hatchback, I think of nothing but a nasty and classless human male sneering at me with discontent while his checked-out crack whore baby mama conveniently turned a blind eye to how inappropriate and unreasonable he was behaving…

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…Anyway…

I was forced to purchase my 2005 Silver Toyota Echo Hatchback to attend a blow-up toy job or die of starvation after I tried to kill myself due to the gaslighting at 33344 King Road located in the Bible Thumper Capital of Canada, Abbotsford, British Columbia, Canada, who called me a delusional liar and then refused to acknowledge my grievance as valid, leaving me extremely poor and vulnerable…

The boss of the blow-up toy business that rescued me but only if I showed up with a vehicle to my bullshit blow-up toy job (my Dark Toyota Corolla Sedan was totalled the day I tried to kill myself and the only vehicle I could find in the micromanaged bullshit lie life glass-world was the Silver Toyota Echo Hatchback) is dating Robin to his Batman… NO, REALLY, THAT’S THE HUMAN FEMALE’S NAME… and his name… Richard!! That’s right… just like the failed adopted owner of the illegal, but not really, just kidding, Rottweiler, Cheyenne…

…And the freemasons keep screaming that I am their Luigi to Jesus the Antichrist take 50 billion, three trillion…