This was supposed to be a short "Note" Bad mental health is my secret super weapon.

And stop telling me to get over it. Depression? Tried a Ketamine infusion & almost broke the BP machine, but at least I don't think 21-year-olds need an app and a fake phone to escape a conversation.

Was Hitler Anti-Semitic? Let’s make a baseline because some university-hired officials seem to imply Hamas was not.

The above statement is me trying to establish common ground with my inquisitors. It’s important to start a conversation with some point of agreement. I am a superb communicator:)

Oh, no, some petty tyrant might not approve of this post. Oh no, they might get a lawyer to send another letter telling me to be quiet. I swear to God I will piss on it and send them the video.

Maybe that’s not mature or professional, but it sure kicks the shit out of the endless stupidity I see at an institutional level.

I am a free man. I live in Canada. I am allowed to condemn terrorists. If this hurts your feelings, buy tissues, hug your dog, watch the View or squeeze one of those frustration balls they used to sell at the dollar store. But stop bothering me.

The university staff and faculty, in my case, are like judges who let the murderer go free and prosecute the jaywalker; they are clueless that this might be perceived as demented.

Yes, when you have senior and junior admins who deliberately lied and accused someone of criminal actions even after the said victim has been a good boy and gone to their bosses and said, “I am banned from campus (illegally and without authority), so could you do me a solid and tell our staff and faculty to stop accusing me of criminal assault when I didn’t do it and am 100% innocent.

But as usual - in 2024 - people can’t say no; they waffle or whine; in my case, I got an “I’m really busy.” So, the defamation metastasized and spread until a student told me that he was surprised; the entire student body now believes that I was a violent racist - yes, because I called Hamas Nazis.

The ‘professionals’ refused to confront the specific staff member that I know (there were others I will never discover), Vashti Bagot, even though I had five people contact me and tell me that she was pulling people aside and ripping through four essential lies that have caused me many sleepless nights, lost friends and significant anxiety.

But one can’t always attribute to malice what you can attribute to incompetence - the great powers were probably “working from home,” which meant unloading their cart at Costco and, even then - emailing anything more substantive than, “If you have special meal requirements for the faculty lunch, please let us know” would have pushed them emotionally beyond their limits.

So, where are we at? Our self-proclaimed morally superior professionals let defamation float through the university community, ruining reputations, and then somehow still sadly convince themselves they have done no wrong and are still up to prattling on and making us cringe at their pretensions of moral legitimacy.

I asked -“ You are making threats, so by what authority and policy are you doing so?”

But this is too difficult for their simple minds to absorb.

Their superpower is unmitigated gall. Furthermore, if words still have meaning - they are not professionals. Being a professional means you have a professional designation, but it doesn’t mean you think highly of your job, new shoes, or yourself.

A dentist would be a professional; an engineer would be; my wife is a medical specialist and a professional; radiology techs are not professionals; my dogs are not, and nor am I - two masters (a top MBA and MA) are not professional designations - even if they are from real schools and not degrees in sustainability from the school that specializes in conferring credentials when upon normal people hearing of the said credential they say, as famously noted in the movie Office Space, so what exactly is it that you do?

So they may keep shooting me with their Nerf gun and hoping I will fall bleeding to the ground. I’m still standing.

Sorry, I drank too much “f*** it” juice, and believe it or not (you can’t tell by my writing), it is alcohol-free.

Or another title - don’t post while writing a business idea all night.

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Discouragement is coursing through my veins.

For those who have read my posts here, a fair number (5% - 10%?) of my posts - I am trying to avoid bitterness and obsession - deal with my being suspended from the University of Guelph-Humber for hurting the feelings of the Vice Provost and her Palestinian Professor friend, Wael Ramadan (name discovered by a journalist, I betray no confidence).

The bad guys are winning, the ones that allow some unhinged executive with a long track record and a history of making academic workplaces toxic to use hundreds of thousands of taxpayer dollars for her vendetta. I am her number two in two years; the other guy is still recovering; he says I was smart to pursue therapy and wishes he had.

Talk about amateur hour, no due process, nobody reading their documents, their policies are wikis with open access, and it took six people to manage some years ago to change my banking information for payroll. Six people. But the powers that be sent all their Human Resources staff to work from home, and they can’t figure out why the department is a disaster.

This group decided it was a good idea to put a function on some college app that generates fake phone calls to get students out of uncomfortable situations. How about standing up to people or saying I need to pee, but a group of adults - pause for a minute - a group of adults thought that 21-year-olds needed fake phone calls to help them escape sticky social situations. God lord. I heard someone say 18 was the new 12. This seems to support that premise.

This same group, who can’t even manage to change banking information without involving the senior HR manager, has decided that phone calls and in-person meetings are bad; everything must be done via email.

Probably some school lawyer who recorded the lowest LSAT in history but still made it to law school and couldn’t hope of ever making partner at any firm that contained anyone who had ever been downtown told them all, “If you keep communication to only email, you establish a paper trail.”

But if you rely on email, you have no real communication or relationship building; you open yourself up to creating a disengaged, fractured organization.

But the lawyer said.

And these are the same people who seem to have never read their free speech policy. I’m not going to lose my job to anti-semitism and malice alone; a lot of it will just be because decision makers, living case studies of the Peter Principle, don’t have the critical thinking ability to participate in a serious conversation.

The idiots are winning. But my second superpower is now not caring. Do I want to work for a university with an administration not committed to learning, 80% of sessional faculty the same, the best people scurrying off the sinking ship and students who don’t understand what learning is? They think it is sitting in a room and doing stuff.

Nine months now.

I toss the word Kafkesque as if I read Kafka; I write with humour and defiance. But it’s a bit fake.

I am not allowed to write this according to the University; I am utterly banned from my community of 13 years; on the day I was suspended, staff and faculty - was it organized or organic - began a defamation campaign against me.

Tens of thousands have received digital posts calling for my termination.

When I write, I try to avoid discussion of crushing depression and betrayal to present my best side of defiance and resistance. Today, I am slipping up.

When the university began accusing me of criminal acts and when they denigrated my entire academic career - the one thing in life I have liked and thought I was good at - I had great reviews, published five texts, worked for publishers on other projects, enjoyed being the “chill” prof and having a good rapport with students - I downgraded their moral credibility to the bond rating of North Korea.

It meant nothing. Nothing. Not a damn thing.

It was like I had fallen asleep on the best water air mattress at the beach, confident that it would retain its inflation, and now discovered I had floated out to sea and a storm was coming.

(The post is from a staff member trying to persuade a student of my crimes. The top part refers to my fictional bothering of “brothers.” The bottom is her repeating the “Verdict first, and then we will announce the charges and give you some due process theatre, " told by an inside source; she is the cool, hip justice model for my Human Rights Tribunal at my Uni. Undoubtedly, the department was trained by ‘professionals’ who, I think, perhaps read a magazine article or saw a billboard on human rights. Yes, I am being sarcastic. Or is it satire, whatever it is?