text: After years upon years of being harassed by rapists, pedophiles, and murders. These police officers and their family members, stalked me to Lethbridge, Alberta. A bowl full of uniformed and plain clothes turd members of law enforcement showed up to my work one day. They told me they will stop pursuing me with all of the lies they accuse me of, if I take the job of kitchen manager at Lethbridge Correctional Centre. I told them to take their evidence and press charges, or get the fuck out of my face. As they left I made toilet bowl flushing noises. After about three to six months the turds returned, repeated their offer of allegedly not going to spread evidenceless lies about me. I then repeated my response, press charges or go fuck your self. After about a year or so, I found myself in need of a job. So I searched Indeed and found a job posting for kitchen cook at Lethbridge Correctional Centre. I was interviewed by the current kitchen manager, who hired me later that day. I began working for Compass the next day at Lethbridge Correctional Centre. Law enforcement had nothing to do with my hire and did not know I had taken the job till I was already working there. Once on the job, the RCMP, prison management, and prison guards began the harassment. Accusing me of crimes including but not limited to, rapes, murders, viewing child porn, and some of my personal favourites, stealing bottles and diesel. I would defend my self verbally against groups of four to over ten at a time. I would refuse to do any spying or anything that would jeopardize my safety. I was paid to cook and supervise the inmates not to deal out punishment, and that is all I would do. There were eleven inmates at a time and just two kitchen staff. No guard presence in the kitchen unless something happened and the were called or doing their counts. On two separate occasions an RCMP officer admitted to making 8 attempts to murder me. Including breaking into my home and planting pills inside my glucosamine chondroitin in and attempt to murder me. This was done in front of a group of law enforcement who refused to press charges. So I placed him under a citizens arrest myself. Telling the officer “you are under a citizens arrest for attempted murder, you have the right to remain silent, you have the right to an attorney, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law”. Both times the group then walked away like nothing had transpired. On two more occasions, two police bothers confessed to the rape and murder of nurse Sonia Varaschin. I requested charges being pressed against them, but was denied by the group of RCMP and prison guards. So I place them both under a citizens arrest, telling them “you are under a citizens arrest for the rape and murder of nurse Sonia Varaschin, you have the right to remain silent, you have the right to an attorney, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law“. Again, every single turd member of the law enforcement walked away, including the rapist murders. On another occasion one of the D.D.O.’s of Lethbridge Correctional Centre defamed my character, accusing me of being a pedophile, threatened to have me chemically castrated, then gave the inmates my full name and home address. This was done while we were lined up about to plate lunch in full view of several cameras. I request charges but like before police do not police, police. The management of the prison was committing fraud by using non minimum security offenders in the kitchen. We were told upon hire that it would only be minimum offenders, but the kitchen crews were filled with gang members, murders, and sex offenders. After about several months the powers that be decided they no longer wanted me at the prison, so they decided to bring in an incredibly dangerous human being to deal with me. The guy the were bringing had spent a huge portion of his life behind bars as a maximum security offender. Now this guy had made the news recently at that time. While locked up on remand one night, he cling filmed another inmate to a toilet, cut off his ear, then sucked his dick for hours, until the guards showed up in the mourning. Before his arrival, other inmates were warning me that he is coming for me. Now my schedule was three days on three days off. Me and my cook assistant would do our three days, then we would switch out with the other cook and cook assistant. The cooks would be given two units to choose eleven inmates from each. One unit you would get for breakfast and lunch and the other you would get for dinner. As the paid staff would switch every three days, so would the inmates from breakfast lunch to dinner and vice versa. You would write you inmate list for the next day, so my day one would be written by the other cooks day three. My day one I would write my day two, my day two I would write my day three. And if the other cook fucked me with a shitty kitchen crew, on my day three I could get my revenge for his day one. I’m not sure who brought this guy down originally, but he worked good. He knew how to make trays, pour juice, make bricks, wash dishes. It was clear this wasn’t his first kitchen crew. With his presence the other inmates had something to worry about instead of being fixed on fucking with me. Now from what I heard, he was given a time limit to get ride of me. If he is successful, he gets to stay at the all inclusive resort of LCC, if not he goes back to federal prison where he is locked up twenty three hours a day. Now I am not someone who is going to be run off anything I want. This job pays garbage, but it is a nice three on three off. After resisting weeks of pressure this guy is applying, his time is getting close to up. Now I will describe a bit the actual play by play of how a prison kitchen works. We would make three meals per day, weekdays, two on weekends. Now these meals are not hungry man meals thrown in a microwave. They involve prep work, and that work involves knives. The knives would be kept secure in the office. They would have a hole drilled through them with a steel loop. There were kitchen tables that would have a string of steel with loop on it. You connect the loops and put a lock on it, now that knife would be secure to the table. I would still have to get the knives from the office to the table. Now when doing this I would like to walk around first, and see what everyone is doing. I come out of the office one day to do a walk around before I bring the knife out. I look right, and the inmates are making trays. I walk straight ahead and to my left the inmates are making bricks. I keep walking forward and to my right some are in the dish pit washing dishes. Continuing on to my left some of them are making juice, and now I arrive at the table. Now it is a clean shinny stainless steel table with one classic plastic knife out of place. It is the knife the inmates get on every tray. The kind you would find in any cafeteria to spread margarine or peanut butter. Now sometimes I will have people tossing flags at this knife thinking it is nothing to be worried about. You put that knife through someone’s eye, and they are fucking done. I look to the right and hiding behind this post is Williams. I’m not sure how many fights you have been in, in your life, if any. But there is a tension in the air that you can feel, and I felt it. Now to see where this guys heads at I engaged him in conversation. I said something like, “hey”, he replied something in a voice you could hear was filled with tension, coming from a mind that was clearly thinking about what was coming next, as he slowly crept toward the knife. Now a little background about me, I played high school basketball and I was good. Now a major component of basketball is judging distance, you need to know what people are capable of to decided where you are going to be. So as he is creeping toward the knife, so am I. We are just making small chat, as we both inch closer and closer. We both pause, pretty much toe to toe. Now I’m one hundred percent convinced there is going to be a stabbing. Like I said I played high school basketball, I’m competitive. If there is going to be a stabbing, I’m going to want to win that stabbing. We both look at each other, look at the knife, look back at each other, and its like this Hollywood scene where we both just dive for the knife at the same time. I have the longer arms and judged the distance correctly, I came up with the knife. I grab the knife with my right hand and pull it across my body. He is desperately trying to get the knife with both hands. As I get the knife to my right side, I scoop under and raise his arms with my left arm. Now his entire rib cage is exposed. I waste no time at all, and immediately start warming up his ribs. He has on the inmate coveralls designed to take hits from a plastic knife. So no bloody damage is done. I put what I felt was about eight to twelve strikes of justice into his ribs. R.C.M.P. Would later go on to tell me it was actually 17. He broke off and walks away all pissed off. Now he is heading away from me along the length of the table towards the freezer wall. Made a left and headed towards and past fridge two. He kept walking with his head down until he got to fridge one, where he paused. He raised his head almost like he got that little cartoon thought bubble that said “fuck this guy”. He turns around and start coming back. Now the first round of stabbing was just raw animal instinct like a lion taking down a gazelle. But I had a few moments to think this time around. I remember this one Brock Lesnar fight where instead of two guys just sizing each other up in the middle of the ring, he just ran the guy over. So I decide that is going be my move. I picked a spot on the floor, when he gets to it I will strike. I’m going to push him upwards and back to get his weight off his feet. Hopefully he will go flying back into the freezer wall. Before he has his weight back over his feet and his bearings, I will be back in his ribs. He is at fridge two, at the freezer, then makes the right. He is eyeballing the knife on his approach. Right when he is on my spot, with the reflexes of a cat and the speed of a mongoose, I pounce. Everything goes flawless, he flies back and I am like a fat kid on round two at a Chinese buffet. I put what I felt was another four to eight strokes of justice into his ribs. Again R.C.M.P. would later get the actual count of 12. You always here in the news, he was crazy, he stabbed the person an insane amount of times. I'm telling you from first hand experience, once you got momentum and the autopilot kicks in, it's hard to stop. He breaks off shouting “I’m done, I'm done”. As the event begins to cure in my mind.