Wednesday, July 27, 2011

TO MY FOLLOWERS ALL OVER THE WORLD - BE NOT AFRAID

 
 
 
 
Do not be intimidated by collars or robes or badges;
Do not be intimidated by titles or offices;
 
Truth
Is the most powerful weapon on earth,
And villains of all kinds fear it.
 
There can be no law against telling the truth.
 
Expose the deeds of darkness
Ephesians 5:11
 
And support those who have the courage
To speak the truth.
 
Justice, only justice shalt thou pursue.
Deuteronomy 16:20
 
Fearlessly.
 
 
There can be no peace without justice.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

QUEBEC'S LEAST WANTED CRIMINAL

  
      
YOGA GURU DAWN MCSWEENEY
 
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DAWN MCSWEENEY
AND HER PARTNERS IN CRIME
 
 
Marlene Jennings, Member of Canada's Parliament,
stated at two public meetings,
 
"Mrs. Carter's rights were violated three times."
 
But the Montreal Police do nothing.
 
Why ?
 
 
THERE WILL BE NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE
 
 

QUEBEC OMBUDSMAN SAYS POLICE CRIME IS NOT OUR JURISDICTION

                                                                                                 
 
CRIME IS IN NOBODY'S JURISDICTION IN MONTREAL, QUEBEC, CANADA -
 
Phyllis Carter
 
 
DAWN MCSWEENEY

Friday, March 5, 2010
 
QUEBEC OMBUDSMAN - POLICE CRIME NOT OUR JURISDICTION
 
Montreal's "Partners in Crime" continue to enjoy their ill-gotten gains while their victims must continue to battle for justice day and night, year after year - until there is justice in Quebec for crime victims. Phyllis Carter

Details at
http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com
 
 
Destinataire : protecteur@protecteurducitoyen.qc.ca,
<
JenniM1@parl.gc.ca>, <Ignatieff...

Date : 02/16/10 8:17 pm
 
Objet : MONTREAL POLICE COVER FOR THEIR OWN 

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February 16, 2010
 
Jeanne To Thanh Hien
 
Police show bias when investigating other cops:
tough report by Quebec official
 
ca.news.yahoo.com

MONTREAL - A devastating report from a provincial ombudsman says there's little evidence police officers can fairly investigate themselves. Quebec ombudsman Raymonde Saint Germain says she's detected serious errors and signs of bias in cases where police are investigated in that province.
 
MONTREAL POLICE COVER FOR THEIR OWN
 
February 16, 2010
 
To: The Quebec Ombudsman, Raymonde St‑Germaine,
protecteur@protecteurducitoyen.qc.ca
 
I have been begging for justice day and night for thirteen years, since I was attacked and robbed in my home at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal on October 7, 1996.
 
A Montreal Police officer helped the thief and the police have been covering up ever since.
 
I am now 73 years old and fighting cancer. I have very little energy, but I am still fighting for the return of every precious thing that was stolen from me and from my family by Dawn McSweeney and her "partners in crime."

All details available at  http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com
 
Phyllis Carter
 
 
Received from THE QUEBEC OMBUDSMAN
 
March 5, 2010
 
Marie-Claude Ladouceur
Delegate of the Quebec Ombudsman
protecteur@protecteurducitoyen.qc.ca
 
Re: Your emails to the Quebec Ombudsman
 
Mrs Carter,

Le Protecteur du citoyen (the Quebec Ombudsman) did receive the four emails you sent on February 16, 2010 regarding the events of October 7, 1996 where your were attacked and robbed. In your emails you mention that "Montreal Police officer helped the thief and has been covering up ever since." You also ask for the Ombudsmans's help because you are "still fighting for the return of every precious thing that was stolen" from you and your family.
 
Unfortunately, the Quebec Ombudsman will not be able to help you regarding those events. The Ombudsman cannot intervene in respect of an act or omission of a police officer or a police body.
 
The mission of the Quebec Ombudsman is to make sure that the ministries and agencies of the Government of Québec and institutions in the health and social services network provide you with adequate services and respect your rights.
 
In the report released on February 16, 2010, the Quebec Ombudsman decided to analyse the policy implemented by Ministère de la Sécurité publique when police officers are involved in incidents resulting in serious injury or death. For such events, the Quebec ombudsman decided to call into question the investigative procedure used to clarify the circumstances surrounding those incidents. This procedure, and consequently the Ombudsman's report, does not apply to regular police investigations nor to police ethic questions.
We are sorry that we are unable to assist you further.
 
Sincerely,
Marie-Claude Ladouceur
Delegate of the Quebec Ombudsman
 
 

QUEBEC'S INJUSTICE SYSTEM - VICTIMS' VOICES

 
VICTIMS' VOICES
An Independent, Non-Profit Newsletter
Devoted to attaining justice for victims
Founded in September 2000 by
Phyllis Carter of Montreal
Co-Founder of The NDG Splinters
 
January, 2008
 
I started Victims' Voices in 2000 because the Justice System in Montreal is so exclusive that ordinary people are often unable to enter at all. The first barrier is the Police Station where the victim is unable to have their report accepted. If the victim is able to persuade the Montreal Police to file a report, he or she will likely receive a telephone call within a few weeks announcing that the case is unworthy to be considered. I cannot tell you about the courts and the judges because, although I have been fighting for justice since I was attacked and robbed in Montreal on October 7, 1996 with the help of a Montreal Police officer, I have been unable to get my case as far as criminal court.
 
I invite other victims of the Injustice System to tell me their stories - which they do - but when I ask them to write their story and sign it so that I can publish it, they never do. Their reason for not accepting help is almost always "What's the use? We can't win anyway." Meanwhile, those who have the power to do justice, do nothing, confident that the victims will just fade away.
 
But I will never give up. So here I am eleven years after the crimes against my family began, still fighting for justice with renewed determination. For the few who have not heard or read about my struggle for justice, this will be a review of the highlights of the crimes and the intransigence, incompetence and corruption in Quebec's Injustice System.
 
It started in October 1996, when I was attacked and robbed in my parents' home where I had been living for two years while recovering from breast cancer. Suddenly at the beginning of October, my teenage niece Dawn and her boyfriend Alex moved in with us. Within a week of Dawn's arrival - on October 7, my mother suddenly attacked me without any apparent reason and without any warning. In shock, I called 911 for help to escape the violence.
 
One of the two officers who responded to my distress call 'helped' me out the door without as much as a coat. In front of my assailant, the officer told me that I must never return. This police officer's unilateral decision to evict me, forbidding me to return home, gave all my most precious belongings, as well as my aged parents' lives and property into the hands of my teenage niece.
 
This action was taken without any investigation. There was no legal procedure. No hearing. No court procedure. No trial. No judgment. No background to support such an action. No justification. The officer just decided to do it. And then - he did not file a report.
 
Widowed, unemployed and fighting cancer, the police abandoned me in the street alone, cold, homeless and destitute. My entire life was locked up behind me, in Dawn's hands. I pleaded with the police at the local police station to file a report, to go to the house and see for themselves. They refused again and again, saying, "Your mother ask you to be patient and everything will be return to you." For six months, the Montreal Police refused repeatedly to file a report. At 60, I had to start life again - from scratch.
 
Quebec's Police Ethics Commissioner wrote to me: "The police have large powers and vast Authority .... The case is definitively closed". Large powers - to help criminals? Vast authority - to rob widows ?
 
But you could get a consultation with a lawyer for $35.00 to $50.00. The Bar Association gives you the name of a lawyer who tells you that your case is not important enough for him to waste his time. Your money has already slipped into his right-hand pants pocket.
 
I asked my member of the Quebec National Assembly, for help. He told me that the Police Ethics Commissioner has the last word and that's that - unless you have a lawyer. He was unable to find a lawyer who would help me.
 
I appealed to Quebec Premier Jean Charest. He wrote to say that the theft of all my jewellery and the fruit of my life's work and the personal treasures my husband left to me, is "a civil matter of an unfortunate nature." Grand larceny is a civil matter ?
 
The family was torn apart by Dawn's crimes. My father died in 2000 without knowing the truth about what happened. In April 2004: I went to see the police again because Dawn's mother, my sister Debbie, moved our mother out of our family home and no one knew where she was until June, 2007.
 
Debbie obtained power of attorney from both my parents. Every other member of the family, the CLSC social services, fire protection services and even police detectives, were barred from my parents' home thereafter. The home of our youth looked like something out of an Alfred Hitchcock movie, doors and windows overgrown with dead vines. So I went to the police station to file a missing person report.
 
To acquaint the young officer with the background of the case, I showed him pictures of the dinner ring my grandmother gave me and my designer ring - which were among the many things Dawn stole. The officer asked if I have proof that I own those rings.
 
Yes, in March, 1997, when Dawn returned my clothes and files, but not my valuables, I gave the police copies of the certificate, the appraisal, insurance papers, receipts and photos, and the note from my grandmother. (I have the originals of all the documents and there are many copies.) Then the police finally agreed to write a report of the theft.
 
The officer said, "The papers prove these (rings) are yours: That's theft." "Yes," I said, "That's what I've been telling the police all these years." The officer advised me to go to Montreal Police Archives and ask for copies of the police reports. "BUT TO DO THAT, YOU HAVE TO HAVE A LAWYER." I'm a pensioner. I can't afford a lawyer. But I am not eligible for legal aid.
 
The officer could not file a missing person report - because Debbie told him that she knew where mother was. To see your mother or to get information about where or how she is, you have to file a civil suit. "BUT YOU WILL NEED A LAWYER." Still, that would take months! Can't the police check on my mother now ? Sorry.
 
To sue Dawn for the theft, "You must file a CIVIL suit. BUT YOU NEED A LAWYER." But surely it's a CRIME to steal jewellery and money ! In any case, I don't want compensation. I want only what is mine. The officer is really sorry.
 
Debbie had my parents' powers of attorney. In the end, Dawn McSweeney and her entourage stole everything of value that belonged to me and everything that belonged to my parents and my siblings.
 
We learned that our mother died in June, 2007. She was buried on June 21, after being kept in total seclusion by Debbie and her associates for ten years. On June 26, I started receiving hate mail. I reported that to the police the same day. On June 27, two police officers came to my door with a court order to have me committed for a mental evaluation. The Suburban newspaper carried that part of the story on September 5 and September 12, 2007. I was released from the hospital unconditionally on June 29, 2007. Weeks later, I found out why a stranger named Kenneth Prud'homme wanted me silenced:
 
My accuser, the mise en cause who applied for the court order was a stranger named Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme who I do not know and with whom I have never spoken. This same Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme is named as the liquidator of a will in my mother's name made when she was 92 years old, handicapped mentally and physically and totally under the control of my sister, Debbie, her daughter, Dawn, and this stranger, Kenneth Prud'homme. All my parents' children were included in the wills they had made. Only Debbie, Dawn and Prud'homme are included in this bizarre new will of 2005.
 
In November, 2007, my Member of the Quebec National Assembly wrote an appeal to the Conseil de la Magistrature against the judge who condemned me in his court order in less than four minutes without ever seeing me or speaking to me and without any medical evidence, but based solely on the bizarre accusations made by a man I do not know. The Conseil de la Magistrature of Quebec replied that it is not in their jurisdiction to act.
 
I am now 71 years old. I have been fighting for justice alone for eleven years. I will never give up. I want to make it very clear that I will not accept money or "compensation" from anyone. I want my parents' true wills to be reinstated. I do not want anything from my parents' estate for myself. I want only what was stolen from me. And I want the thieves tried in criminal court.

I am fighting for that rare and elusive treasure - JUSTICE - and I will not settle for anything less.

Phyllis Carter

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

A MOMENT WITH KELLY - HOW DAWN MCSWEENEY DESTROYED OUR FAMILY

 
 
 
 
 
Ignorance is not bliss. It is dangerous. What I did not know would change my life forever and cost me everything I had worked for all my life, everything given to me in love by my husband, as well as my health and my family.
 
While I was undergoing treatment for breast cancer and living with my parents at 4995 Prince of Wales in NDG, Montreal, in the mid-1990's, my then teenage niece, Dawn McSweeney, was weaving a web of hatred designed to rob me, crush me, and take my place. And I didn't know.
 
I have reported all the details of Dawn McSweeney's crimes since the day of the attack, October 7, 1996 - that day frozen in my memory when I was suddenly attacked by my hysterical mother and forced out into the street by a Montreal Police officer without benefit of any legal procedure and without any justification or reason.
 
To continue my story: I had been left in the street in front of my home by the Montreal Police. They just evicted me without any explanation and left me in the street without as much as a coat. They just drove away. And they didn't file a police report.
 
I was left homeless and destitute and alone. Everything I had worked for all my life was left in the hands of Dawn McSweeney and the policeman had warned me - in front of my assailant - that I could not take anything from my home with me and I must never return.
 
A few years later, I received a telephone call from my brother. He told me that my mother had suddenly been taken to hospital by ambulance and my father, ill with cancer, was alone at home. He asked me to go to the house to look after my father until Dawn McSweeney's mother - my youngest sister, Debbie - could be found.
 
I told my brother that I had been forbidden to go to the house by the police and that my father had been led to believe that I was the villain in the story. "Pop won't let me in," I said. Stephen said, "Go anyway."
 
So, with my heart in my throat I went to my old home. My father came to the door, looking sickly - and surprised. I hadn't seen him in years. I was not allowed to see him. I told him Stephen had called. He said, "Well, since you're here, come in."
 
That step into the foyer was painful for me. Seeing my father so frail was very painful. Entering my home again after all that had happened there was painful. I was numb.
 
I stepped into the living room and sat down on a chair facing the hide-a-bed that my parents had used for decades since they could not climb the cottage steps any longer.
 
I was an outsider in the home of my youth, in my parents' home. I was the enemy who was there out of love that was not trusted.
 
I sat for a few minutes. The conversation was stiff.  Yes, painful. Limited. Except, I remember saying to my father - "No more secrets, Pop. I won't keep anymore secrets." The family had kept secrets and told lies all through the years. I never knew what was true and what was "a joke" or what was not for my ears, not for me to know.
 
Only a few moments had passed when suddenly there was a commotion, a dull but powerful rattling sound. Pop's dog Kelly suddenly shot out from under or behind an arm chair at the far end of the room and came skidding across the floor toward me. His tail was wagging so hard his back was folding in half.
 
I cannot find words to describe that moment. I had not seen Kelly since the day the Montreal Police forced me out of my home into the street. My heart felt like it was being wrenched out of my chest. I can't remember if I cried. I gasped. My heart stopped. I still cry when I remember. Kelly remembered me after all those years apart. Kelly loved me so much, he almost collapsed with joy at seeing me. I don't know how I didn't die right there and then.
 
In a moment, there was a sound at the front door and Debbie and Dawn's father, Ed, came in. Immediately, I rose from my chair and left without a word.
 
I have resisted writing this report because it hurts to remember and because every time I report the crimes that Dawn McSweeney committed against me and my family, I am aware that she reads my blog and rejoices at how much she has hurt me. But the truth must be told in the hope that someone in the world reads this and finally brings justice to my family.
 
All I want is what is my own. All I want is everything Dawn stole from me and everything her partners in crime helped her steal from my parents, my siblings and their children. She can never give me back the years of love she stole from me and my family by separating me from my parents and from Kelly with her lies and manipulation and her crimes.
 
I want back what is my own and I want Dawn McSweeney in prison. As long as the Montreal Police keep covering up these crimes, I will struggle for justice and keep on telling the world.
 
In 1999, my father was taken to hospital and then he moved into the Griffith McConnell Residence. Once he was out of the control of Dawn McSweeney and her "partners in crime", I visited my Pop almost every day until his death in the summer of 2000.
 
I never saw Kelly again.
 
I will never forget.
 
Thousands of people around the world have been reading my reports of these crimes -
 
Dawn McSweeney and Her Partners in Crime 
 
Phyllis Carter's Journal 
 
HOW DAWN MCSWEENEY DESTROYED OUR FAMILY

Sunday, July 10, 2011

MONTREAL POLICE - THE DEFINITION OF CORRUPTION

 
As I have described in great detail the crimes committed by Dawn McSweeney and her self-professed "partners in crime", I have been scrupulous in ensuring the accuracy of every word in every report.

I hesitated to say that the Montreal Police who have aided and abetted Dawn McSweeney's crime from the day of the robbery, October 7, 1996 - a day that will live in infamy in our family - what I hesitated to say was that the Montreal Police involved in this case were corrupt. But I have been meticulous in ensuring that the use of that very word in this matter is accurate, precise and true.

What is the definition of the word " corruption" ?

There are many meanings suggested in various dictionaries. The ones that are applicable in this case include -

Abuse of public trust
Breach of faith
Misrepresentation
Unscrupulousness
Unethical
Demoralizing
Immoral

What the Montreal Police have not been in this case is -

Noble,
Ethical
Honest
Honourable,
Principled,
Gallant,
Helpful
Kind

To the thousands of people all over the world who are following my reports, I invite you to read the article below and see for yourselves what my family and I have been suffering all these years due - most of all - to the corruption in the Montreal Police department.


PHYLLIS CARTER'S JOURNAL

Friday, April 30, 2010
 
MONTREAL POLICE INCOMPETENT OR CORRUPT ?

When I was attacked and robbed in my home at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal on October 7, 1996, I told the police immediately who had robbed me.
Instead of questioning the thief, the police took me out of my home and told me in front of my assailant that I must never go back to the house for any reason.
 
I was not allowed to take any of my belongings with me. I was left with my purse, my bible and a pair of brown pumps I had intended to wear at church that day.
 
The police left me alone in the street in front of the house without even a coat. Everything I owned was left in the house in the hands of Dawn McSweeney and her boyfriend, Alex Lavergne.
 
The Montreal Police refused to take my report saying that I had to be patient and everything would be returned to me. During the following months and years, the Montreal Police at the Mariette station in NDG refused again and again and again to file a report of the crime.
 
In March, 1997, everything was returned to me by Dawn McSweeney - except for all my valuables, everything I had worked for all my life, everything left to me by my beloved husband.
 
Dawn McSweeney had five months, day and night, to go through all my possessions and select the items she wanted. And she returned the rest - files, clothing, everything but my most precious personal possessions - including my wedding portrait and my husband's trademark grey Stetson fedora - and all my best jewellery and my husband's diamond ring and his onyx ring, and his New Jersey Deputy Sheriff's badge.
 
Dawn McSweeney stole what was most precious to me - and what was most valuable for her. Greed, hatred, jealousy, bigotry - all played a role in what she stole. Bigotry was the key that allowed Dawn McSweeney to rob me. It opened the door and allowed her in. It opened the door and had me removed from my home so that she was completely free to steal whatever she wanted.
 
When my empty cases were returned by Dawn McSweeney in mid-March, 1997, I brought all the empty little jewellery boxes and cases to the Montreal Police at the Mariette station. They finally started what appeared to be an investigation.
 
A police detective was assigned to the case. After I pleaded with her to recover my belongings from the house, she managed to get Dawn to return my winter coat. Nothing else. The police detective did not enter the house and made no effort to recover my belongings. She went to the door at 4995 Prince of Wales and Dawn handed her my borg coat.
 
The police told me they could not enter the house without a warrant. I asked them to get a warrant. They told me that judges will not issue a warrant unless they are absolutely sure that they would find the stolen goods. Catch 22 for crime victims who don't have an expensive lawyer to defend their rights. What rights? The police at the Mariette station told me that crime victims have no rights. Only the accused have rights.
 
Some time later, I received a tip that Dawn had a boyfriend who owned a jewellery store on Prince Arthur. When I gave that information to the detective, she told me to go and investigate myself as I had been a Pinkerton Investigator. I went out to Prince Arthur, and I wrote a report for the police.
 
And the Montreal Police did nothing. Were they incompetent ? Corrupt ? We don't give a damn ?
 
This is how the Montreal Police have treated this criminal case from the first day. And so I fight on - day and night - until the criminals are tried in criminal court and they return everything they have stolen.
 
For details and background, see http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com
 
Posted by Phyllis Carter
 
 
Member of Parliament, Marlene Jennings,
stated at two public meetings in 2008,
"Mrs. Carter's rights were violated three times."
 
And now thousands of people around the world are reading about these crimes, aided and abetted by the Montreal Police. My battle for justice continues day and night. Dear reader, I welcome your interest and your support. Silence implies consent.
 
Let me be very clear about this: This is not a civil case. It is a criminal case. I am not seeking money or "compensation" of any kind. I want what is my own. I want back everything Dawn McSweeney stole from me. I want the authorities to return to my parents' children and grandchildren, everything that Dawn McSweeney and her partners in crime stole from them. And I want Dawn McSweeney in prison.
 
THERE WILL BE NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE
I want only what is my own.
I want justice.
I will not settle for less.
 
 

Sunday, July 3, 2011

PITY DAWN MCSWEENEY

 
 
 
 
Pity Dawn McSweeney. She is a victim. It is tragic that she is the product of too much love. Dawn's mother, my baby sister, Debbie - now a grandmother - is a sweet, gentle, tender soul. She was an angel child. She would weep if she thought anyone else was unhappy. It is painful for me to remember how sweet and vulnerable she was ... and still is ? I can't believe otherwise.
 
Debbie adored her little girl. So much so that she could not bear to discipline her.
 
I have reported the details of Dawn's life on this blog, and at PHYLLIS CARTER'S JOURNAL - in particular at
 
 
I feel sad for Dawn. She is what she was raised to be - although I know in my heart that Debbie could never have wanted her child to become a thief and a criminal. I also know that she would do anything to protect her.
 
I do not believe that Debbie willingly took part in the crimes, but I know she would protect her daughter no matter what.  I know Debbie. I know that she has lived in fear all these years because of what Dawn has done.
 
Debbie fears me. Why? She surely knows I would never harm her. But she also knows I am telling the truth for all to see and hear, and that, I believe, makes her very afraid - to the extent that she let herself be persuaded in 2007, to sign an application to have me declared insane and dangerous. Imagine how scared she had to be in order to sign that paper. My heart aches for what Debbie has been suffering because of Dawn's crimes.
 
Dawn would probably not have succeeded very well at crime if it had not been for the Montreal Police officer who helped her to rob me. She would have pilfered. She was doing her mischief long before she robbed me. But if the policeman had not turned over all my belongings to her, her crimes would probably have been limited.
 
This is a tragedy. Our whole family has suffered bitterly because one Montreal Police officer was negligent and irresponsible and his mates keep covering up these crimes.
 
Truly, I swear, I feel sad for Dawn. But that does not mean I will let her get away with her crimes. I will fight for my belongings and for justice to my last breath. And then -beyond - because thousands of people around the world are now witness to Dawn McSweeney's crimes
 
 
THERE WILL BE NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE
 
 

Friday, July 1, 2011

ALEX LAVERGNE ACCUSES DAWN MCSWEENEY'S MOTHER OF ROBBERY

 
 
 

WHO IS LYING -
DAWN MCSWEENEY, ALEX LAVERGNE,
THE MONTREAL POLICE ?
ALL OF THE ABOVE ?
 
Dawn McSweeney's boyfriend at the time of the robbery, Alex Lavergne, accused Dawn McSweeney's mother, Debbie, of committing the robbery.
 
Yet, to this very day, July 1, 2011, the Montreal Police are still doing nothing about these crimes.
 
Why ?
 
Read all the details at http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com/
.....................................................................................
 
Sunday, January 3, 2010
 
WHO IS LYING ?
 
Months after the robbery of October 7, 1996 - in March, 1997 - Montreal Police finally started what appeared to be a serious investigation - but -
 
The Montreal Police told me that Dawn McSweeney and Alex Lavergne refused to take polygraph tests.
 
In a comment on my blog, Alex Lavergne says the police never asked them to take polygraph tests.
 
Who is lying, The Montreal Police or Alex Lavergne ?
 
The Montreal Police also told me that they found "no fingerprints" on the empty cases and boxes that were finally returned to me by Dawn McSweeney and Debbie McSweeney in March, 1997. But they both handled those items and so did I. Of course there were fingerprints. The police did not say there were smeared fingerprints, they insisted there were NO fingerprints. The police lied about that.
 
Did the Montreal Police also lie about the polygraph test ? And, if so, why ?
 
There were no were no valuables in the cases Dawn McSweeney returned. She returned only the things she did not want. She returned all my cases full of little velvet jewellery boxes - EMPTY.
 
The criminals are still free.
 
How much of a role did the Montreal Police actually play in these crimes ?
 
ALEX LAVERGNE ACCUSES
DAWN MCSWEENEY'S MOTHER
AND THE POLICE OF LYING.
 
Alex said...

I can only speak for myself in saying i am 100% sure I never was asked to take a lie detector.
 
Now quit looking every else and look at the most likely target. If you were to search your youngest sister's home, i'm sure you'd find all your missing items. Your sister stiole from you, not us.
 
January 5, 2010 1:46 PM  
.....................................
 
 
 
ALEX LAVERGNE ACCUSES
DAWN MCSWEENEY'S OWN MOTHER,
MY FOREVER-BELOVED "BABY SISTER"
DEBBIE MCSWEENEY .
 
Alex said...
 
" MY FOREVER-BELOVED "BABY SISTER"
DEBBIE MCSWEENEY"
 
Get past your insanity and realize that your "Forever-Beloved Baby Sister" isn't the angel you think she is.
 
Riddle me this: Who's the SOLE benifactor of your mother's will?

February 15, 2010 8:50 AM

 
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