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The420Guy
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VICTORIA, B.C. -- At 3.30 a.m. in the quiet morning time of Tuesday, March
5th, Marc Emery awoke to the telephone at his Victoria home, on Fernwood
Rd., which he shares with partner Coral & Coral's son Dylan.
On the third and obviously persistent attempt, Marc answered the phone.
"Mr. Emery"
"Yes."
"This is the Victoria Police. We have your house surrounded (!). We have a
warrant to enter the premises. Please go out your front door, do not go back
into your house, out onto the sidewalk. Is there a child in the house?"
"Yes."
"and Coral Clay?"
"Yes."
"Please have yourself & Ms. Clay go out the front door..."
"Hey Coral, get up, we're being raided. Coral, get up, we're being raided by
the Victoria Police. we have to go outside..."
"Jesus Christ! That's crazy."
Mr. Emery looking chilled in his underwear out on the sidewalk, was still
able to file the following report:
"One cop came out of the darkness being this big moving truck cop truck.
Then a procession followed whereby the explain they had a warrant, etc., but
outside, so I said, would you like to come in? So eight cops sheepishly
troop in, because I'm not the least bit disappointed looking and they know
this isn't going to be as juicy as they fantasized (and they sure were, we
get to that...).
"The warrant I get from this young cop (VPD 221 - Constable Colin Brown)
doing his best unthreatening "let me explain why we're here..." when within
a few seconds and a cursory look at our very middle class home with no grow
op or anything odd, realizes his fishing expedition has come up empty."
"Constable Brown told me, 'On Wednesday, I was walking by a smelled pot. So
we got a warrant to enter your property to look at your electrical meter,
which seemed a bit higher than normal. I smelled what now appears to be your
dryer exhaust vent, but I thought I detected the smell of pot coming from it
when we executed the earlier warrant Saturday.'
"I also pointed out that our next door neighbour is a Victoria cop and left
an ominous note in our mailbox on Thursday saying he smelled pot and that
we'd better 'take care'!"
"Oh, he had no part in this,..."
"'Oh, I'm sure!...' I added, not convinced."
"So then they proceeded to troop out. Young cop Brown asked, do you have pot
here? I showed him our stash, our righteous half ounce of twigs and stems,
and alas, some rather grotty old bubblehash. 'Looks like good BC bud' he
adds. So I give him a bit of verbal jousting. 'You can get a search warrant
based on someone's second hand pot smoke?'"
"He fudged around this with his corroborative evidence, the exhaust vent,
which, since it IS (Eureka!) actually connected to the dryer, always smells
of Vanilla BOUNCE fabric softener sheets, could not possibly emit pot
smells. We have no equipment of any kind running in the house so the
electrical usage is below normal for a typical house in winter. So obviously
he has just invented the 'smell' and is merely inventing some rather low
threshold for power use. And since none of his assertions turn out to be
true, it is obvious that any police officer can get a search warrant by
literally lying and making up whatever information they require to get in
your house. The terrifying thing is that any pot smoker in Canada could have
their homes invaded by big uniformed secret police Nazis because of second
hand pot smoke. Oh yeah, he ran my vehicle plates, and noted 'as you are
aware, Mr. EMery, you do have quite a history.' Yeah, but not for a grow op,
and what I do do, I do pretty publicly."
"'We have no argument with your smoking marijuana, we're not here about
that', the cop reminded us twice."
"If that's so, why are you here at 3.30 in the dead of the morning? That's
peculiar. And it turns out that the only correct thing is you smelled pot."
"Anyway, that's as much as we wanted to hear so I ended with , 'Officer, you
can go now...'"
"As it turns out, the police left our self-confessed stash and since the
warrant outlines a variety of things they are searching for, including
things we do have, like pots, soil, fertilizers, but they are used for the
over 100 flowers (crocuses, daffodils, potted porch flowers) we have around
the property, so they leave everything here.
"The warrant, a cheesy photocopy of a fax warrant (these things are a
worthless 'protection' of our rights and they look worthless too!), says
'Whereas it appears on the oath/affirmation of Constable Colim Brown, a
peace officer in the Victoria Police Department, that there are reasonable
grounds for dispensing with an information personally and in writing, and
that there are reasonable grounds for believing that there is a controlled
substance or precursor, a thing in which a controlled substance or precursor
is contained or concealed, offense-related property, or thing that will
afford evidence in respect of an offense under the Controlled Drugs &
Substances Act, namely:
'Documentation relating to occupancy, marihuana plants, pots, lights,
ballast, capacitor assemblies, fans, blowers, fertilizers, scales, and
documentation associated to the production of marijuana.'"
"The phrase ,'and other paraphernalia' is crossed out on my photocopy, which
comes after scales."
"The Justice of the Peace who issued the warrant, three hours prior, out of
Burnaby, B.C., was a D. Maihara."
- --- Marc
5th, Marc Emery awoke to the telephone at his Victoria home, on Fernwood
Rd., which he shares with partner Coral & Coral's son Dylan.
On the third and obviously persistent attempt, Marc answered the phone.
"Mr. Emery"
"Yes."
"This is the Victoria Police. We have your house surrounded (!). We have a
warrant to enter the premises. Please go out your front door, do not go back
into your house, out onto the sidewalk. Is there a child in the house?"
"Yes."
"and Coral Clay?"
"Yes."
"Please have yourself & Ms. Clay go out the front door..."
"Hey Coral, get up, we're being raided. Coral, get up, we're being raided by
the Victoria Police. we have to go outside..."
"Jesus Christ! That's crazy."
Mr. Emery looking chilled in his underwear out on the sidewalk, was still
able to file the following report:
"One cop came out of the darkness being this big moving truck cop truck.
Then a procession followed whereby the explain they had a warrant, etc., but
outside, so I said, would you like to come in? So eight cops sheepishly
troop in, because I'm not the least bit disappointed looking and they know
this isn't going to be as juicy as they fantasized (and they sure were, we
get to that...).
"The warrant I get from this young cop (VPD 221 - Constable Colin Brown)
doing his best unthreatening "let me explain why we're here..." when within
a few seconds and a cursory look at our very middle class home with no grow
op or anything odd, realizes his fishing expedition has come up empty."
"Constable Brown told me, 'On Wednesday, I was walking by a smelled pot. So
we got a warrant to enter your property to look at your electrical meter,
which seemed a bit higher than normal. I smelled what now appears to be your
dryer exhaust vent, but I thought I detected the smell of pot coming from it
when we executed the earlier warrant Saturday.'
"I also pointed out that our next door neighbour is a Victoria cop and left
an ominous note in our mailbox on Thursday saying he smelled pot and that
we'd better 'take care'!"
"Oh, he had no part in this,..."
"'Oh, I'm sure!...' I added, not convinced."
"So then they proceeded to troop out. Young cop Brown asked, do you have pot
here? I showed him our stash, our righteous half ounce of twigs and stems,
and alas, some rather grotty old bubblehash. 'Looks like good BC bud' he
adds. So I give him a bit of verbal jousting. 'You can get a search warrant
based on someone's second hand pot smoke?'"
"He fudged around this with his corroborative evidence, the exhaust vent,
which, since it IS (Eureka!) actually connected to the dryer, always smells
of Vanilla BOUNCE fabric softener sheets, could not possibly emit pot
smells. We have no equipment of any kind running in the house so the
electrical usage is below normal for a typical house in winter. So obviously
he has just invented the 'smell' and is merely inventing some rather low
threshold for power use. And since none of his assertions turn out to be
true, it is obvious that any police officer can get a search warrant by
literally lying and making up whatever information they require to get in
your house. The terrifying thing is that any pot smoker in Canada could have
their homes invaded by big uniformed secret police Nazis because of second
hand pot smoke. Oh yeah, he ran my vehicle plates, and noted 'as you are
aware, Mr. EMery, you do have quite a history.' Yeah, but not for a grow op,
and what I do do, I do pretty publicly."
"'We have no argument with your smoking marijuana, we're not here about
that', the cop reminded us twice."
"If that's so, why are you here at 3.30 in the dead of the morning? That's
peculiar. And it turns out that the only correct thing is you smelled pot."
"Anyway, that's as much as we wanted to hear so I ended with , 'Officer, you
can go now...'"
"As it turns out, the police left our self-confessed stash and since the
warrant outlines a variety of things they are searching for, including
things we do have, like pots, soil, fertilizers, but they are used for the
over 100 flowers (crocuses, daffodils, potted porch flowers) we have around
the property, so they leave everything here.
"The warrant, a cheesy photocopy of a fax warrant (these things are a
worthless 'protection' of our rights and they look worthless too!), says
'Whereas it appears on the oath/affirmation of Constable Colim Brown, a
peace officer in the Victoria Police Department, that there are reasonable
grounds for dispensing with an information personally and in writing, and
that there are reasonable grounds for believing that there is a controlled
substance or precursor, a thing in which a controlled substance or precursor
is contained or concealed, offense-related property, or thing that will
afford evidence in respect of an offense under the Controlled Drugs &
Substances Act, namely:
'Documentation relating to occupancy, marihuana plants, pots, lights,
ballast, capacitor assemblies, fans, blowers, fertilizers, scales, and
documentation associated to the production of marijuana.'"
"The phrase ,'and other paraphernalia' is crossed out on my photocopy, which
comes after scales."
"The Justice of the Peace who issued the warrant, three hours prior, out of
Burnaby, B.C., was a D. Maihara."
- --- Marc
