Thursday, June 9, 2016

Eulogy: Finian's Ghetto Gospel

Another one come, another one gone, another one bites the dust. After Tupac Shakur was shot dead his estate remixed some of his music with that of Elton John and produced the infamous Ghetto Gospel calling out for an end to the war on the streets. So here we are. Another Vancouver gang associate shot dead, this time in Toronto. For what? The almighty dollar. It's such a waste.

Fairly recently I made a blog post about another gang associate murdered in BC and the mother of his child was determined to set the record straight. Seemingly the man's young son saw the post and said his Dad was a good guy. I'm sure he was. Especially in that case. The family was clearly grieving so I took the post down.

It's important to realize that whenever someone gets shot that has ripple effects that tears apart a family. In Tuesday's murder in Toronto, Kim Bolan reported that he was a father of young children. No doubt he was a good guy to his family and he will be sorely missed.

Yet he drove a fleet of luxury vehicles. Everyone in his extended family had to have known he was involved in the drug trade. Kim Bolan also reported that he had pending drug charges. Without trying to be too abrupt or insensitive I just want to point out the obvious.

Times have changed. Back in Tupac's day everyone wanted to be a G. Now, here in Vancouver people are starting to see through that illusion for what it really is. It's hard to process the extremism. Take the Dianne Rock story. Here's a guy making serious coin as a longshoreman but for some reason that's just not good enough so he starts selling crack on the side. He gets his girlfriend addicted to crack and she has to start working in the sex trade to pay for the drug. Then when the drugs have eaten her alive, he casts her aside like an old shoe. That is the epitome of greed and exploitation. How can you do that and still look yourself in the mirror?

Now I'm not saying that our friend who was recently murdered in Toronto pimped crack hoes. But I am saying that fleet of luxury vehicles was paid for by a huge amount of exploitation. Take the Janice Shore and the Ashley Machiskinic story. Ashley was pushed out the window for a drug debt while Janice was literally beaten to death. Giving the homeless crack for free then beating the life out of them for payment is predatory. If you don't front the drugs there are no drug debts.

The Anthony Terezakis story is indisputable evidence of the kind of greed and exploitation I'm talking about. He filmed himself beating the life out of drug addicts in the DTES that owed him money and yes he was a Hells Angels associate. The most disgusting part of the story is the fact that when they played the videos in court he couldn't hold back the laughter. He thought it was hilarious. That man is deranged. When I look at that life I'm forced to agree with Linkin Park and declare all I want to do is be more like me and less like you.

So when I look at the fleet of luxury vehicles I say to myself what a waste of money. If you have that much money at least spend it on something worthwhile not a butt ugly SUV that looks like a Soccer Mom's mini van. I look at those luxury vehicles and say what a waste of a life. The gang life is indeed such a waste. In the movie Pirates of the Caribbean Barbossa turns to Elizabeth and says we're surrounded. There's not a fools chance. It's not something to die for. Elizabeth responds, you're right. Then asks what shall we die for? A fleet of luxury vehicles? No thanks. That is not something worth dying for.

Gurmit Singh Dhak made a video with the Vancouver police's Odd Squad four months before he was shot dead. In the video he said “Every day I’ve got to look over my shoulder. I have got to worry if I jump out of my car am I going to get shot? Or I could be walking in the mall and walking out and get shot. I don’t know.” He said he regretted getting involved in gangs and the grief that it had caused him and his family. “If I could turn back time, I would never join a gang. I would have just finished off my high school, got a better job, anything else. Anything is better than joining a gang. It is useless. You are going to get killed,” he said. “I want to get out. It is too late now to get out. I have too many enemies." Four months later he was shot dead.

Gurmit was a good guy. He wanted to get out but couldn't. I submit that it's never too late to leave the life. Don't walk away mad just walk away. My exit strategy is simple. 1) Stop selling drugs. They shoot rival drug dealers. If you aren't selling drugs in their area you have a much better change at living your life. 2) Pay your debts. If you pay your debts, you have a much better chance of living your life. 3) Don't become a police informant. Law enforcement clearly has its place but if you want to leave the life and live don't become a police informant. Just leave and keep your mouth shut. If you do that you have a much better chance of living your life as TI and Rihanna so eloquently declare. Peace.

Another life lost to the drug trade while my guitar gentle weeps.


  1. Replies
    1. Ah yes, you're easy to read because you have the mentality of a child.

  2. 1) shut down your blog
    2) it's accomplished nothing but get you sued
    3) you haven't got a clue what actually goes on
    4) get a girlfriend or a real hobby

    1. You've been demanding I shut down my blog ever since I made this post about you:

      There is no terror in your threats for I am armed so strong in honesty that they pass by me as the idle wind which I respect not. I'm still here b*tch.

    2. I actually have several hobbies - hiking, snowshoeing, kayaking, firearms, martial arts. This summer I'd like to get back into sailing. There's a whole world out there that you can't find in a crack pipe. You really should get out there and explore it instead of obsessing over my blog.

      If you don't like my blog don't read it. It's that simple. Why you obsess over it so much is rather baffling. Unless of course you are Blaze and are trying to hide your culpability in the Brittney Irving murder. In which case don't worry, your day will come.

  3. No wonder you're so lonely. You probably can't even go on a date (if you could even get one) without arguing about something

    1. I have plenty of opportunities to go on dates. I just have higher standards than you do. I'm not going to hop into bed with the first piece of trailer trash that looks my way. I have more self respect than that. If I'm not interested in a woman I'm not going to lead her on and if she's not interested in me I'm not going to waste my time.

      You are a lucky man though. You've finally found the perfect match. You and your little jailbait meth head go on dates throwing rocks through your ex's windows. She has the mentality of child just like you. BTW I sure hope that wasn't your baby's mama you two were terrorizing because that would be messed up. The best thing you could do for that wonderful child this father's day would be to leave her alone. A deadbeat Dad is better than a bad Dad. You're both.

      Natural justice is simple. You have to live with yourself and a swarm of flies. Since you are such a piece of sh*t flies are the only ones attracted to you because they like to eat sh*t. Everyone else in society doesn't.

      What's the matter? Are you not entertained?


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