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Sent via email Tue 1/24/2017 10:55 AM

Dear Ms. Freeland,

Congratulations on your promotion to Minister of Global Affairs.

I thought that the Honourable Stéphane Dion was the last bona fide honourable person I would be writing to about righting what for most people is an old wrong but for me it is just as if it was a wrong committed yesterday, especially since its effect are still being felt today in ways I never imagined.

I wrote your honourable predecessor about this wrong in a letter dated November 11, 2015, Remembrance Day. He never wrote back, not even to acknowledge my plea.

My wife is chronically ill and there is so much more I could do for her if what was stolen was returned. I have to assume that people who may take some pleasure in our predicament never passed on my letter, for I cannot imagine an honourable man (or woman) being so callous.

Perhaps if I sent you only my book and inside the front cover asked you to read page 148 and 149 which contains the gist of what I wrote to the Honourable Stéphane Dion it might get through.

Who I am kidding, if my letter did not get to the Honourable Stéphane Dion, in all likelihood neither will my book to you even if its value in real dollars is well below the threshold for gifts to Members of Parliament.

Perhaps I am too old school, and should get with the times and communicate with you via the new medium which is why I have included in this email pages 148-149. If this is not enough to convince you to do the right thing, please do not ask your officials to tell you more about what the book contains; ask them for the book and read it for yourself.

I realise this is a lot to ask of a person with your responsibilities, but what else can I do?

Sincerely Yours

Ottawa Excerpt from Shooting the Messenger p. 148-149

On more than one occasion I have been told by friends and acquaintances to put my firing behind me, to be proud of what I had accomplished and to get on with my life. What did I really accomplish?

Did I really save the taxpayer tens of millions of dollars? Probably not! A few years ago, diplomats were discovered to be changing their first class and business class plane tickets for economy class and pocketing the difference, which was illegal. Not to worry, regulations were changed to make it all legal, retroactively of course.

They may have implemented my design and used my formulas, but did they actually follow through with the collection of moneys owing? I doubt it. And if they did, and if history is any guide, some compensating mechanism would have been put in place or rules changed to keep the money legally flowing to sustain the lifestyle to which the diplomats had become accustomed courtesy of the currency exchange windfall.

In all likelihood, a clandestine do-it-yourself slush fund morphed into an official Treasury Board administered slush fund not unlike the Sponsorship Slush Fund which was also a Treasury Board creation.

What about my complaint to the Commissioner of Official Languages which compelled Foreign Affairs to open up large sections previously off limits to Canada’s French–speaking minority and stopped the Department from turning the clock back on language rights?

Somebody was bound to raise a complaint eventually. This future complaint would have revealed a world were Britannia still ruled and the changes that I caused to happen would have happened, only later.

Whatever I did accomplish, was it worth it? What is worth the risk to my physical and mental health and the scars that won’t heal? Was it worth being cheated, slandered and libeled and eventually unceremoniously deprived of my livelihood?

No it wasn’t! But I have managed to put most of it behind me, although the withheld government pension, at this stage in my life, serves as a constant reminder of what was lost.

I must admit, I am slightly bitter for being such a chump, such an idiot for believing that a job well-done was its own reward. At the time that I discovered that the diplomats were stealing millions of dollars, the government had a program whereby public servants who identified savings, when it was not part of their job description, were entitled to ten percent of the first year’s savings to a maximum of one hundred thousand dollars.

I did not apply because I was working at a job I loved, and being well-paid for it, and that was compensation enough and then the roof fell in.


August 12, 2018 - Not even an acknowledgment.

Freeland, Brison and Khidr