658 ZGU "Taxi Driver" & Knowledge of Surveillance

The taxi driver who went from goth rags to some success just came in, glaring, after I made the last post and after ignoring his hot romantic interest at Hastings (Kylie). It was also after getting a sample drink from her and this other woman I decided not to take samples anymore. I got sick. He is the one who said he spent 7 years in Canada and who recently tried to cause problems for me at a hotel.
She has done similiar things, trying to cause problems, and then I have seen the two of them very friendly with eachother. It didn't surprise me, given the past. He has come in at different times after she has done something to harass me.

When he drove off, he had a lot of people watching him go. I think he profited off of something that wasn't exactly regular work.

He is the only one that I knew of then with a Washington-Canadian connection and his familiarity with me when there were problems, may have something to do with people who were set up ahead of time to meet me in Penticton. It wasn't like I got away, so to speak. There were people there who did some weird things too and who were trying to set me up.

There were a lot of people here who knew though. We were being surveilled even before I ever left for Canada. By car on the road, in the grocery store when I was walking with my son, and other places in town. Wherever I went.

I knew I was being followed when I walked through this small quaint town, along the sidewalks, with my son happily on my shoulders and on piggyback. I was being followed by some kind of law enforcement all the time and I had wondered then why we were allowed to just walk around when they knew where I was, if anything was wrong.

Now I know, they had to "wait" for Washington state to fucking set up legal documents and THEY had to do their part in setting me up for a crime or charges I was never guilty of.

They colluded.

Some people from Washington and some people from Canada (not most but some) colluded to set me up and have my son taken when I did nothing wrong and was never illegal. They just thought this was their chance to do something really shitty to me and my son.

I had more than one man following me around, at all times. Women too, at the Wal-Mart, prior to my being arrested. One woman stood there, in the parking lot and smirked at me and stood there and laughed as my son was taken out of my arms.

There were women in Canada who hated my guts.

I didn't know who they were at all. I just knew there was a group of people who anticipated that I might go there and they were set up already, to cause problems there if I did.

One man followed us into a grocery store and he was a white man, between 25-55 years old, and he pointed something at my son and my son yelped out in pain when there was nothing visibly wrong. Oliver jerked and then began crying, totally uncharacteristic for him. When I looked over at my son to go to him (he was a couple feet away from me looking at things under my supervision), my son was hurt and in pain and I saw that man staring at us and he raised his eyebrows and smirked. He had literally done something to my son and than mocked me and laughed in my face.

When I went to the hospital for migraine, there were nurses and doctors who already knew who I was. I think this is why someone had an RCMP person come in, because they knew my alias wasn't correct. It wasn't a problem with the computer, it was the fact that some of them already knew.

In Canada, it was mainly white people. I didn't see many latinos so there was a connection to Washington that had elements which were not specifically tied to latinos as a race in general. It was something different. In Canada everyone was french and/or white. I met a few others but not many. The people following me and my son were all caucasian and if not Canadian or whatever, had an appearance that was not latino at all.