To the Editor,
It seems to me we forget here in Keremeos that Memorial Park was dedicated to those who gave up their lives in order to keep our country free from a despot who in his early years successfully killed off his political opponents. He would form a well-placed powerful group; those who didn’t agree with him were beaten and run out of town. As his power grew the children were brainwashed into “ratting” out their own families that talked ill of the schycopathic leader, and they were dragged out of their homes in the early hours of the night, never to be seen again.
History is cyclical and I fear we have a similar scenario happening right here in Keremeos as we move toward election day November 19.
Why do I say this? As a man who moved to Keremeos in 2005 learned very quickly from his first customer how “related” everyone was and how one phone call could mushroom to most of this town within 15 minutes of its delivery. My second customer would worn me of the “Three Kings of Keremeos” and they’re well placed “click” and for me to beware of them. My third customer entered into a contract with me to do an inexpensive clean-up just to be interrupted by the three kings. By this time their sick game was on. To defame one’s character over time is not only shameful but is criminal too. I can tell you all with experience that it amounts to torture and done in this manor no one in this town is immune for their actions.
Occupy Wall Street has mushroomed all over the world and continues to grow. This movements roots are based on the discontent of the people for various core reasons. Occupy Keremeos has entered our town at a perfect time. We have lots of work to do here to move us forward into this ever so changing century. We need to come together as a community to talk. We have to stop the ignorance that is drowning us from all reason. In short, we are loosing our canadianess.
WAKE-UP KEREMEOS……………………. this phone call has been made……..what you do with this information will determine your own paths in life…
Frank Kennedy, Olalla