Raised Up                                                                   October 16, 2015
By author Bryce A Baker

Today a friend shared a video of two very young Asian children singing the Gospel song 'You Raise Me Up'.

As I look at the state of our world, our spiritual being can be raised up, simply by listening to these very talented children. Their inspiration is a seed of hope that through our youth, there is a possibility that one day we will open our eyes to a land free from the strife WE have built for ourselves.

Yesterday, I had an encounter with a twenty five year old native man that had passed out on a public bench. After attempting to get a response he remained still, he was breathing but still. When the paramedics arrived they revived him and wanted to take him to the hospital to be checked out and recover from his consumption of alcohol.

He was resistant to cooperate partially because of his altered capacity, but he repeatedly advised, he didn't do anything wrong and just wanted to be left alone.

He was right about not doing anything derogatory to the law, except public intoxication. We tried to convince him that going to the hospital to recover was for his safety and protection. We wanted him safe from harm.

His refusal required the paramedics to call the police to have him taken into custody, again for his own protection. As the responding officer and I were loading him in the cruiser, he looked at me in tears and said, “I didn't do anything wrong.”

No matter how hard we tried to get him to the hospital, he just couldn't understand the alterative until it was too late.

As I looked into his eyes, I saw a young man lost and out of hope. When the music from the young Asian children soothed my soul, yesterday's soul struck harder. He wasn't a bad person, he is lost in a world ravaged. He needs to be ‘raised up', and WE need to be RAISED UP with him.

Please... CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG!

Bryce A Baker

www.bryceabaker.com

Sign on the Dotted Line to go to Jail DK

CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!                                                 May 6, 2016

By author Bryce A Baker

Sign on the Dotted Line to go to Jail DK  

Five years ago; as per a recent 'Correct Me If I'm Wrong', I rear ended a SUV at zero to five kilometers an hour. To make a long story short there was no concern for injuries as the other female driver said the impact was so minor. 

The only damage to her vehicle was a one inch cut in the rear rubber bumper. I asked if she wanted to call the police to report the accident but as she again said: "Everyone is okay and the damage is minor." She later quoted I was adamant against calling it in.

Two years less a day she filed an injury suit for $649,000.00. She was already suffering from chronic pain from previous reported aliments for years. Her own doctor quoted her pain was not related to any car accident.

The insurance completed an investigation, as well as I. There is video, pictures and her quotes on her social media admitting to heavy renovation work, mountain biking, and quading, amongst numerous other conflicting activities over the last five years.

Our investigations proved she is committing fraud for financial benefit.

She quoted three times on her social media: "The jackass that hit me was trying to run a red light at 90 kilometers an hour." Other testimony by her was also consistent with a typical pathological liar.

If I hit her at 90 there would have been fatality, not a one inch cut in her bumper. And no, I wasn't trying to run a red light over top of her SUV! FYI my 81 year old mother was riding with me.

A week before the court date, five years later, I was looking forward to presenting my evidence of her fraud, but the insurance settled out of court with her for under $200,000.00. The insurance lawyer said the courts ‘could’ find in her favor.

Frustration is an understatement for me. If our court system is that corrupt or ignorant to fraud, then we are in deep trouble. Her's and other person's fraudulent actions costs the general public millions every year in premium increases. What she did is no different than walking into a bank and robbing it.

Her 'Auto Lotto' may seem like she got away with a crime, but, her getting away with insurance settlement is not the end of this case. Once she signed the release form, she then committed a fraud. The insurance is done, but the pending police investigation for grand larceny is in another ball court that she may not understand. I shall do everything in my power to have her charged.

In her mind she is a victim of an accident. In my eyes she is a thief.

Please... CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!

Bryce A Baker
www.bryceabaker.com

No More Shake A Paw

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Raised Up

CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!                   October 16, 2015

 By author Bryce A Baker

Raised Up

Today a friend shared a video of two very young Asian children singing the Gospel song 'You Raise Me Up'.

As I look at the state of our world, our spiritual being can be raised up, simply by listening to these very talented children. Their inspiration is a seed of hope that through our youth, there is a possibility that one day we will open our eyes to a land free from the strife WE have built for ourselves.

Yesterday, I had an encounter with a twenty five year old native man that had passed out on a public bench. After attempting to get a response he remained still, he was breathing but still. When the paramedics arrived they revived him and wanted to take him to the hospital to be checked out and recover from his consumption of alcohol.

He was resistant to cooperate partially because of his altered capacity, but he repeatedly advised, he didn't do anything wrong and just wanted to be left alone.
He was right about not doing anything derogatory to the law, except public intoxication. We tried to convince him that going to the hospital to recover was for his safety and protection. We wanted him safe from harm.

His refusal required the paramedics to call the police to have him taken into custody, again for his own protection. As the responding officer and I were loading him in the cruiser, he looked at me in tears and said, “I didn't do anything wrong.”

No matter how hard we tried to get him to the hospital, he just couldn't understand the alternative until it was too late.

As I looked into his eyes, I saw a young man lost and out of hope. When the music from the young Asian children soothed my soul, yesterday's soul struck harder. He wasn't a bad person, he is lost in a world ravaged. He needs to be ‘raised up', and WE need to be RAISED UP with him.
 
Please... CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!

Bryce A Baker
www.bryceabaker.com

Getting Nailed

CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!                                       October 2, 2015

Getting Nailed 

If I had but one wish; it would to see our ravaged world free from the evils of crime.

No, I'm not running for Miss Canada. Previously I wrote that my writings are but only words to a hearing impaired world. With exception to my friends that understand.

In my book ‘Ghosts of Time’, there is a village that has grown free from greed or unjustified aggression. They have raised their children through the generations to understand that they are but a temporary inhabitant of their world, which of free will, appreciates that which is shared with them. Sounds simple, because it is, we have a tendency to complicate unnecessarily.

A number of years ago I arrested a man my age for theft. My arrest was his 28th criminal conviction. He got three years jail time but in our system he was out stealing again in just a few months. His wanton disregard for others will eventually catch up to him, and it won't be pretty. Unfortunately severe damage is left in his wake.

To be violated by a theft can be traumatic for some and the majority of the time, we believe we are failed by the laws that allegedly protect us; which brings to point, my point.

To take the law into our own hands in a matter of vigilante justice can be as detrimental as the crime subjected against us. For example:

In 1996 my house in Vancouver was broke into and I lost twenty thousand in tools and electronics (uninsured). A witness told me he watched them load a van and one of them even waved at him! He thought it was odd that these three men were moving at 11:30 at night but failed to call the police.

Subsequently, I was broke into five more times in less than a month. The last attempt to violate left blood on my window sill from a board full of nails that somehow was misplaced there. According to our Canadian laws I could have been sued by this clumsy thief for having a hazard around my house. Furthermore, I could’ve been charged for ‘booby trapping’.

During my career of hunting these maggots, I struggled with stretching the law to the limits once… maybe twice, but like all the other sickening crimes perpetrated that would have slipped through the cracks, I felt justified.

If you have had a crime thrust upon you it is understood.

Now that I have confessed to abusing a lowlife, I put forward a warning to NOT TRY THIS AT HOME.

It is sad that we as a society feel it necessary to take steps to extend ourselves, at risk of law suit by the criminals that the laws are suppose to protect us from. They, as a criminal element, have more rights than the victims.

Don't get me wrong that I demand retribution through excessive response. If necessary, the thieves received a justified treatment instead of the coddling they receive from our court system. If there are no consequences for breaking the law, then law doesn't exist.

In conclusion, the only way to stop crime is to first charge the law makers for breaching their own laws, nails should be classified as a security system, last and almost least of the long list; for blueprints of the 'Baker Better Burglar Bagger', send me an email. There is a better rat trap!

Please... CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!

Bryce A Baker
www.bryceabaker.com

Simple Respect

Simple Respect                         September 11, 2015

CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!

By author Bryce A Baker

If one is a hunter, they learn all about their prey. As a detective I learned as much about the human psychological makeup as I could. To build a profile of who I was chasing, was like creating a GPS map to work with.

This understanding has bled into my retirement. Recognizing potential crisis is a lesson that can compromise a sunny day. Knowing when to just shut up and back away is a struggle.

Going for coffee provides a show case of personality and character analyses for my books and columns. Today is a prime example of why we are a dysfunctional society. 

Exchanging jokes and laughter is to me, one of the greatest ways to crush the negative. Almost every day I speak with elderly people that have many wonderful stories to tell. It is an honor to hear them. Amidst the day, there can be a dark cloud shadowing the good.

This morning a mother and daughter sat together for breakfast. The little girl generated a future peace maker. She sat well behaved and with manners seldom seen now a days. Mom and daughter were having their time.

I just couldn't help but go speak to them and compliment the young lady. They smiled. The little lady told me she was five.

After returning to my seat, a 91 year old woman approached them and told them to get out of ‘her’ seat stating this was ‘her table!' It was a disgusting display of a rotten apple. She made her demands, but the mom stood fast and continued with their meal. The woman sat next to the girl crowding her into her mom even though the table next was empty.

The woman has a reputation of doing this seat fiasco everywhere, and apparently owns where ever she sits in public.

This woman is a poster child for the ignorant and cruelty of character that engulfs the world. It is why we will never see peace. Her behavior is a worldwide epidemic. 

Again I sit to comprehend the why. My profile analysis concluded she didn't suffer from any aging disease or mental disorder. Regardless of her experience, she has no excuse to treat people this way. We suffered with a rude self absorbed dominating old cow void of consideration, who will spend her last days in a hell of loneliness because she 'tried' to make an Angel step aside. 

Please... CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!

Bryce A Baker
www.bryceabaker.com

Bugged

CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!                                  August 28, 2015  
By author  Bryce A baker

Bugged

Living in the country with cattle and horses surrounding us, makes for a single torment that REALLY bugs me… and the horses, and the cattle.

They are over excessive in numbers to a point of wanting to lash out irrationally to swat them out of existence… no, not politicians. Mind you, that wouldn't be a bad idea in some cases.

They have three purposes in life: To have disgusting eating habits, have random sex with no relationship bonds, and to endlessly BUG me. Their unsolicited, continual swarming in my personal space should be restricted by law.

Now most of you may be thinking this subject is about my ex wives but no, they keep their distance. Just kidding… they don't have bad eating habits.
 
Boy, am I asking for rebuttal!!!!

Okay, back to subject at hand.
 
Working in the shop on a hot day, to relax with shirt off to gain a sense of mental stability through hobby diversion from the real world, gets a senseless annoyance by mindless germ carrying winged maggots. You can take a breath now! 

They seem to feed on disruption for some reason. Maybe it is because of me squashing so many of their pesky relatives. 

For a low cost, I seek revenge by encasing my surrounding area in sticky fly strips and enjoy them paying the price for shattering my fun time.  But like they say; live by the strip and suffer by the strip… every so often Rena has to remove a sticky tangle of my weapon of choice; one that has attacked back.

I am sure these nasty creatures have some purpose in this world, but are now being led by some head bug with a vengeance to make my life miserable.
Should I succumb to their attack or use a weapon of mass destruction, like Fly Bait? It is a moral struggle.

I understand from feedback that there are others out there in the same predicament as I. Shall this war on ‘Bugdom’ overwhelm us into submission or shall we keep swatting?
 
We have beaten mosquitoes by chemical and electronic weaponry. So why, with this state of the art intelligence, do we not have a cure for the common housefly?

Please... CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!

Bryce A Baker
www.bryceabaker.com