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The Tony Crawford - Bank of Montreal case led me on a journey
to explore what is really wrong with the banking system in Canada. There is an old saying about "follow the money."
This case helped me to understand how we do not have capitalism anymore but rather "Corporate Fascism."
From the time I met Tony and his wife to the time of publishing this
website I am convinced that they are both true Canadian heroes.
By itself it is a truly fascinating story. A real David vs Goliath.
It exposes all the crimes of how our banking system works.
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Goldilox Tax Credit Default Swaps in Snowland
storybook
version © Anthony Crawford 2012 |
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(Affiant rules for a credit card game that is
“Contaging” in the G20 Tax Invaders Plan by
Anthony Crawford) |
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Important message
from Ron Hicks (webmaster):
This is clearly FRAUD BY THE BANK
OF MONTREAL. Check out the link, this is obviously
not a loan contract.
A
Private Information Affidavit of Anthony Crawford as a
victim of crime
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A wired weary banker’s
bedtime storybook about an
affidavit-taking-debt-
creating-tax-evading-
moneymaking-machine.
The Great White North is a place of magic snow bunnies
and financial
miracles where once upon a time…
A handsome knight Sir Charlie from Niceland went on a
snofari in the Great
White North where he was almost flattened by a sled
driven by a beautiful
princess in a polar bearskin coat and fluffy white hat.
He fell head over
heels in love, smitten by a snowflake. Princess
Snowflake had an identical
twin sister called Princess Snowball as an evil snow
packed derivative
dressed to sleigh that people couldn’t tell the
difference for love nor
money.
Sir Charlie loved Princess Snowflake in love with love,
but not Princess
Snowball more in love with money.
The princess took her Charlie home to meet Queen
Snowdrop and King Snowcap
of the realm who were delighted with his application
that came with a good
net worth statement of affairs. He pledged his troth and
he gave her a big
diamond ring and the bans were read for the grand
wedding of Princess
Snowflake and Sir Charlie.
The snowbirds studied and rehearsed their marriage vows
with Bishop
Snowgoose at Snowbelt Abbey, and the good sir knight
signed a prenuptial
contract, which is a financial instrument credit default
swap asset backed
commercial paper promissory non-banknote as insurance in
case of a wholly
unthinkable royal divorce.
The knight and princess went to stag and doe parties
with bubbly snow
angels and lively snowmen on their last night’s
single. The next day,
television pictures of a princess in a snowy gown and a
snow white veil
over her face-value walked down the aisle on the arm of
King Snowcap
putting her hand out for a good knight went global.
The couple put gold bands on each other’s fingers and
promised worldly
goods in exchange, and Bishop Snowgoose said, “You can
kiss the bride.” The
princess lifted her veil and their lips touched in a
magical tender moment.
They both smiled the look of love. Everyone smiled at
the vision of a snow
white princess and a well suited knight taking the last
step transaction to
a sanctum to sign a marriage certificate to live happy
ever after.
The bishop blessed the knight and said, “I shall be
witness of you
signing.” And so he was, and the newlyweds turned to
leave showered with
confetti until the princess flung her bouquet into the
air full of loud
hoorays for another princess to snatch to catch another
Charlie.
At the palace the princess rushed to her chambers. She
put the wedding gown
on the bed where her sister lay fast asleep. The
princess shook her hard
enough to wake the dead. “Get up!” she hissed,
“You had way too much. It
had to be me, to be you, today!” The sleepyhead woke,
and they talked and
then the beauties smiled and dressed alike and went down
to a great hall to
eat and drink and be merry. People made speeches and
there was dancing
until good knight Charlie took his princess away to
honeymoon, and on to a
snow castle, to live happy ever after.
The next day Princess Snowball gave the bishop a secret
commission of gold
sovereigns for an affidavit notarized by her lawyer
called Snowleopard to
whom the bishop swore an oath for in truth he believed a
Charlie was the
person of the same name signing a promise to pay a face
value credit
derivative in default. Snowleopard took the affidavit to
Goldilox in a Main
Street Snowbank to swap a papered note for banknotes
with a picture of King
Snowcap and his signature to pay on demand that Sir
Charlie didn’t know he
was entrusted in default.
Princess Snowball was rich in Sir Charlie’s credit in
a shadow economy and
Goldilox said, “If you fix a Charlie horse and bet to
lose in the end you
can claim tax credits to save interest.” It was a
capital idea; like tax
deductable insurance for assassins to risk on peoples’
lives, or fire
insurance that wannabe pyrotechnics buy on snow sheds to
torch and collect.
That’s how financial markets seem in the Wild West
lawless snowfields of
the north. And so it was that Goldilox issued liar-loans
to a princess for
money to wager promises behind structured investment
vehicle derivatives
with tax receipts for asset backed commercial paper
interest charges
claimed as expenses apparently laundered for cash
through the king’s own
taxation system.
It was a dark secret of banking that made the princess
rich. Even her
curmudgeon Icy Snowmaker rook accountant looked happy.
He rubbed his hands
in gleeful anticipation of claiming tax credits to fuel
the economic engine
that drove the
affidavit-taking-debt-
creating-tax-evading-
moneymaking-machine. He could
see what next in dream laws and politics for hungry
bankers as Goldilox
sold frauditor poorly standard triple-aye-rated marriage
securities to cold
hearted snowmakers hoping for, indeed hedging for a
crunch to profit from
divorce.
One day there was a huge snowfall, and without snowshoes
Sir Charlie was
snowed under and stuck in a snowstorm. A queen’s guard
found him in a
snowpack with Jack Frost bites from snowflakes under a
snowline that with
no two alike he was obviously snowbound for divorce.
Snowmaking hedgers
made off like bandits. He was disgraced as a sitting
duck in stocks for
people to ridicule and pelt with snowballs outside the
court.
Inside court Goldilox pressed a snowsuit with a
banker’s prayer for a
summary judgment to lift money from a Charlie. A
Daylight Loan evidenced by
a signature affidavit on a demand note should have been
a snow walk for
debt without trial, but there was a question of forged
initials on one note
and a banker filling out another in the same account
that Snowleopard
acting for the Snowbank told the court didn’t exist in
the quantum.
Snowboard acting as Sir Charlie’s lawyer refused to
challenge perjury by
the Snowbank and he panicked and quit. Justice
Snowmobile threw out
handwriting analysis with a snow shovel and a disrobed
Snowboard appeared
in a courtroom script switching Sir Charlie’s Factum
for a love story from
which three snow-blind judges ruled as law in Snowland,
“…loan
documentation makes it clear there is no genuine issue
for trial with
respect to the bank”.
It was credit event that started an avalanche of snowmen
and snowwomen in
snow boots kicking seedy swaps into global snow piles
with two dozen zeros
in ever bigger heaps. Prime Minister Big Snowbird of
Snowland declared an
emergency snow squall tax to bail out a snow meltdown of
frozen assets
called “Toxic Loans”. When Goldilox dug out
trillions with a snowplow for
the king – he received a knighthood, and a
nationalized Big Society Bank
gave him a mega bonus from quantitative easing offset by
social engineering
cutbacks with more snow taxes paid by more in working
years for less in
retirement.
Sir Charlie wrote a cautionary tale dedicated to a
friend and leader of the
opposition signing Petition 44 that Big Snowbird should
investigate
signature-specific-identity-
theft behind the scandal and regulate Snowbanks
in Snowland. But, there was a cover up, and his friend
died and it never
happened. No one believed a fantasy king and queen and
princesses in a
castle conspired with a bishop to defraud a middle class
knight behind
working class pawns as ninety-nine percent losers
bailing out the stately
one percent. The official snowdrift blamed it on
subprime mortgages. The
spin might have ended thus, except that Charlie Swaps
still trade as money
its wonders to perform with interest paid to holders of
promises for
capitalism without capital, which is the Goldilox
financial miracle for
hungry bankers doing God’s work with sworn affidavits
in the Great White
North.
Sir Charlie was lost in the affiant rules game. As if a
Snowbank holding
paid writs on judgment debt over his castle until he
yielded to Snowleopard
to sign Snowbank Releases and Consents for Orders to
relieve alleged
criminals from a counterclaim and a claim wasn’t bad
enough… the next deal
was a slick barrater creating a misconduct insurance
claim alleging a
lawyer interfered with court documents to obstruct
justice. It was a court
scripture with a sworn affidavit as truth of the court.
There is no
defense. It required Snowmobile justice to misjoinder a
snowflake to a
Charlie v Snowboard vexatious improperly served instant
action contrived to
indemnify a Snowbank and its agents and every lawyer
involved free from
prosecution.
It would have been so, except Sir Charlie saw it coming
just in time to
prevent a judge answering a lawyer’s prayer to deem a
Full and Final
Release deemed effective despite a Charlie and a
snowflake mistook as a
Plaintiff not falling to sign it for execution. The
couple was conjoined by
a judge and they both had to sign a release and consent
to an Order to
dismiss a trick lawsuit, or go to jail. There was no
stopping whatever next
in Snowland.
When barraters left court they battered Sir Charlie with
snowballs and
taunted him, “Princess Snowflake signed a Snowboard
release for the
Snowbank,” they said. He couldn’t believe it, and he
still refused to sign
for his salvation. He was in the stocks one night when
he flinched at a
whoosh of an incoming snowball. He expected an icy splat
to sting any
moment. But it didn’t, and it wasn’t a snowball, it
was a snowflake. He
thought he was dreaming. His beloved snowflake was
there. She smiled. “No
two snowflakes are alike, and nothing’s what it seems
in Snowland.” She
untied his feet and helped him lie down on her snow
sled. She covered him
with a rug and she kissed his face in love. “A snow
bunting twittered me,”
she said, “we are going to Niceland to remarry and
live happy ever after.”
And so it was a beautiful princess mushed, “Hup hop”
to a prize bunny and
they lollopped away leaving a mad paper trail of fake
money and fake
lawsuits behind them forever.
In days they were in Niceland where they were properly
married to live
happy ever after. People read about Sir Charlie and his
snowflake in a
bedtime storybook snow job tax invaders plan for debt
that is contaging.
Nicelanders played his card game and they took his
advice to number
non-banknotes to reconcile and stop first and second
wave debt in the
shadow banking game. No more capitalism without capital
from tax credit
savers tricked into making credit default swaps that
launder interest
charges for cash through taxation systems until mortgage
derivatives fail
to rollover at taxpayers’ expense in default. No more
fully exposed swaps
sold to so-called naked speculators that hedge unsecured
paper to profit
from certain default as sovereign debt for yet another
bailout.
Be careful of trickish notes you sign, because if you
can’t see Goldilox
making sense fake money… its good knight Charlie.
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