So my brother and I were forced to stay at The Salvation Army shelter when The RCMP and the Court made us homeless. My brother witnessed a junkie with a knife threatening another "CLIENT" who was in the shower and could not see the danger. My brother reported this to the staff, (a girl at the front desk) who then sent a male staff member to go deal with this issue. My brother was buzzed into a locked area where this was going down to assist the male staff and he had to disarm the junkie and give the knife to staff. A short time later the shelter staff made a false accusation against my brother saying HE intimidated the staff and was kicked out. The Salvation Army is trying to sweep this under the rug.When the staff kicked the junkie out they also gave him back his knife. Only an hour or so later that junkie saw me on the street and attacked me too!
I did some digging and found out that the RCMP and the shelter are violating the privacy rights of everyone who signs the contract to stay there under their "GOOD NEIGHBOUR AGREEMENT" that states they provide all the names and birthdates of all overnight guests to the RCMP on a daily basis.
I will keep you all posted as to the progress of our Civil Court filing to the Supreme Court of British Columbia!
I assume that the civil court filing relates to something to do with Michael Hunt, the owner of the Hobo Jungle property where they were recently evicted. Or maybe he's suing the Sally Ann for violating his privacy rights by making him identify himself before he was allowed to stay there.
Nanaimo is the second largest city on Vancouver Island and is directly across the Straits of Georgia from Vancouver. There is a major ferry route from Horseshoe Bay north of Vancouver to Nanaimo, certainly the route that Dean took on his way to Port Alberni on his initial arrival. I often drive through Nanaimo when I visit the island. Dean's confirmed that he's in Nanaimo by posting the picture below on Facebook. That fountain, as pathetic as it is, is a city landmark. I remember it as a kid. I think it was built for the provincial centennial celebrations in 1958. At least Dean can still afford cigarettes so he's not hit rock-bottom yet.