Oh No! I feel you feeling for me, you Newzea you!
I'm here to say Welland seems to under some kind of lockdown.
Resident message that very little news is filtering out.
I'll be typing and publishing the start of a new domain tonight.
There were continuous street arrest one night, with a night of silence.
And then there were houses arrests, busy again.
WORLD-WIDE FIRST ONLINE NEWS AS IT IS HAPPENING,
a new narrative of John Watt online action.
Problems with Bell online and telephone allowed me to work the system.
I proved that an American company in America controlled Ontario online.
Bell tech in New Brunswick said it can't be, two days late emailed me, you're right.
Bell began changing Ontario protocols.
Proving Bell employees interfered with a municipal election in Welland,
now sees Bell building new systems for this new security reason,
saying all Bell Canada work is coming back within Canada.
A Bell rep went to Egypt to cancel "The Quebec Queue", all of Quebec's phone and online.
Bell Quebec built a city with schools and churches that Egyptians had to live in to work for Bell.
They were taught to write and speak French but only speak English.
The Egyptian government said that even though they are losing thousands and thousands of jobs,
they are happy to help make a Prince of Scotland happy, because he was crying for his country.
It has been rough. I've been crying a lot, and if I did I asked them to put it in my files, helping me.
The Egyptian government is closing the Bell Quebec city for demolition.
Police are using a new car, with a choice of gas or electric motor.
When I'm walking outside, it doesn't take a minute until I hear some little chirps.
When the police association asked me how I was feeling,
I said all the little chirping tires reminded me of the sounds of nature I hear on a bike-hike.
Criminals, serious criminals, who ran a city festival came back using different names.
That meeting, in city hall, got a little nuts.
Another mayoral candidate, a councilor, had a temper tantrum and almost ran me over,
in the back of the city hall parking lot as I was talking to a city hall guard.
He roared up his back wheels and spun some construction stones at us, fish-tailing away.
John Watt
Mayor
or Martyr
Your Vote
Tomorrow morning, two radio stations.
The next day, one radio station.
And then a live webcast with local media owners,
the ones who co-operate with criminals and print lies about me.
I'm saying why interview. Give me any settlement and talk about a new newspaper for Welland.
This not only justifies my life, everything I've been suffering, waiting for the end,
it makes me feel really good and light-hearted. I'm carrying my beater acoustic and singing.