The Other Side of The Coin Trilogy

I received the first book review.  The review stated "what a revealing amazing true story," and went on to say, "They should make a movie about it!"

Google as shown: "The Other Side of The Coin, by David"

Soon: to appear and be auctioned off by a rare collectors auction house,
will be the only copy of its kind.

This one of a kind is the autographed, signed personally by its author, original writer’s manuscript.

The manuscript contains my trilogy of books:
Book 1 - The Other Side of The Coin - Covid Criminals Exposed
Book 2 - The Other Side of The Coin - Racketeering Syndicate Exposed
Book 3 - The Other Side of The Coin - Reality of Life

This Trilogy of books are written by: David Bobiash
An international business owner of 30 years.

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The Other Side of The Coin - Covid Criminals Exposed

A book based upon an International Business Owner's knowledge and 30 years plus experiences, facts, and sums it up with his experienced opinion.

Book 1 - Covid Criminals Exposed (hard copy available soon)

As per my insider’s opinion, I dedicate this book to those involved directly or indirectly for their roles in the COVID crimes on humanity.

They developed Covid and Covid strand variations and antidotes prior to releasing COVID, and held the world at ransom killing millions.

That is my profound opinion based upon my insider international experiences with the parties named herein.
Dedicated to the criminal: S.C. Johnson®
Dedicated to the criminal: Schering-Plough®
Dedicated to the criminal: Government of Canada and every member at every level of government.
Dedicated to the criminal: Guelph University
Dedicated to the criminal: Nipissing University

My profound opinion is that those named above, and others, develop and formulate new strands of all known ailments and diseases to introduce into the general public for personal profit.

Opioid sellers and Racketeers use identical practices. They ignore the laws to profit.
In Book 2 will show the "Opioid Attitude" used by Canadian Tire, Home Hardware-Alliance International, Recochem, and how they destroy the world for all.

Upon reading this first book of my trilogy, I believe that your opinion will be identical.

Book 2
The Other Side of The Coin - Criminal Syndicate Exposed

A book based upon an international company owner’s knowledge and experiences, facts, and his experienced opinion, on who is behind the famous abandoned Grant Mansion, and the circumstances surrounding it.
It walks you through 30 years of Liqui-Fire Pipe Thaw™   From its conception to its rise to international sales status.

Book Excerpt:
My parent’s bought a brand new house in 1967 when I was 12 years of age for only $30,000.00. Minimum wage was $4.00 per hour.
In 1985 I purchased my first home. That is 18 years later. I paid only $30,000.00 also. Minimum wage was $6.25 per hour.
The difference was that my parent’s home was a brand new 4 bedroom home that came with a completely finished front yard.

$4.00 minimum hourly wage then is $16.65 in 2024. 4.1625% increase.
Now multiply the minimum wage increase time the cost of a brand new $30,000.00 house, means that a brand new 4 bedroom house value is: $124,87.50 (approximately)

My home was new to me but was an older 3 bedroom home. Mine was a renovator special that required TLC and elbow grease.
Once Home Hardware Alliance International LLC had used its influence peddling and racketeering practices my parent’s home would sell for over a million dollars.
And Once Home Hardware Alliance International LLC had used its influence peddling and racketeering practices my home would sell for nearly $700,000.00 dollars.

Understanding that prices go up is imperative.

When the cost of a doughnut or donut raises, it only affects those who buy them and only affects that product at that franchise.

Because of the greed of Home Hardware Alliance International LLC it did not just affect people that bought lumber.
It affected the entire population.

Housing became unaffordable and over inflated solely because of the: "Greed on Opioid Mentality" of Home Hardware Alliance International LLC.
That’s my viewpoint on Home Hardware. They are right saying, “Here’s How”, because that is how housing became so unaffordable.
Some of you may have wondered why I name that franchise as being: Home Hardware Alliance International LLC so let me clear that up for you all.
Home Hardware Alliance International LLC means that Alliance International LLC is the huge multinational that dictates worldwide to numerous building material franchise chains in the industry including Home Hardware.

Book 3
The Other Side of The Coin - Reality of Life

A book based upon an international company owner’s knowledge and experiences, facts on how to achieve your dreams. This will be a must read and will complete this set of books.
Insiders will be exposed clearly with transparency. Insiders stock will fall.  And those claiming to be good, will be proven to be bad, and will be named.
Remember that Liqui-Fire Pipe Thaw™ is available in all store with honour that do not steal themselves, and only in those stores. All other stores think stealing is okay, including Home Hardware and Canadian TIre stores.

All books are based solely upon real events.
No names have been changed.

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Writer's draft copies are highly sought collectibles, receive yours.    Here's How!  

The Other Side of The Coin Trilogy, written by: David Bobiash is just another "Dark Truth" about ongoing racketeering by Canadian business leaders.

This book is based upon true events, by: David Bobiash, and the life experiences being 30 years plus of being in international business.
Credits to: (names withheld for protection) at this time.

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The book cover: faded behind but not obscured, will be half of the Peter Grant mansion, and on the other half to show the stock market above the mighty dollar bill in the middle, and the bottom being a photo of myself shaded with my head hung down.  In the front center will be a large coin shown flipping.

Major points of interest in no particular order at this time, will include:

*-* The Greatest Gift of All: Faith

* - What position do Home Hardware Store Owners take on these crime?  Here's How at Home Hardware

* - What position do Canadian Tire Store Owners take on these crimes?  Canaian Tire Head Office practices

1 - The Peter Grant forced Bankruptcy
2 - The Peter Grant Mansion in Inglewood Ontario Canada
3 - Mansions Impossible
4 - Woodsmans Fly & Squito Dope
5 - S.C. Johnson marketing
6 - The Canadian MP's threat of a product recall
7 - Retailer fed false information (Fraud)
8 - Top national news story on Valentines Day
9 - A secretary peeling her dress open
10 - A secretary's effort to seduce the boss
11 - Tagging vehicles, street poles, street post, vehicle windshields, cities suck as: St. Thomas, Kitchener, Waterloo, the Home Hardware parking lots.
12 - The Christmas calls to: Ray Gabel the corrupt head of Home Hardware at the time, and his response.
13 - The honour and integrity of: David Bobiash and Sylvain Racine
14 - Dan the Homeless Man, and the kindness of Woodsmans International

- The Other Side of The Coin
- Crime syndicate
- corrporate corruption
- forced bankruptcies including Grant Lumber
- Alliance International LLC is Home Hardware LTD
- Home Hardware Stores LTD is the puppet of Alliance International LLC.  Store owners pay to use that powerful connection.
- Canadian Tire
- Recochem
- political corruption
- Ray Gabel
- Stuart Reid
- and more.

The Greatest Gift of All, is Faith

It was the thick of winter and I had slept a sleep as normal as any night's sleep.

Upon waking, I was overcome by the weirdest compilation.  I was supposed to give all my money away.  I thought it was the stupidest thing I could ever do.

I put the kettle on to boil, and opened the front door to bring in some fire wood.  I kept having this compilation, over and over again. I dismissed it, or tried my damndest to dismiss it. I thought it was possibly some weird dream fragment that was stuck in my head. There were lots of red hot coals, almost entire logs of coal, as I loaded up my wood stove. As I made my first coffee of the day, the compilation grew stronger.

I set out about my day, trying to forget it, but it seemed that the more I put it out of my mind, the stronger the compilation grew. As the morning passed, and it was nearly noon, I thought that having a shower might get this stupid compilation out of my mind, but it only strengthened. It grew to be so strong, that even though I did not need anything from North Bay, which was an hours drive, I found myself dressed and heading off to North Bay. As I drove, I remember thinking to myself, what a waste of time, and gas.

When I got to North Bay, for some unknown reason, I pulled into the bank's parking lot.

There was an open teller upon my entering the bank. It was manned by the head teller of whom knew me. She was soon to retire, and her husband was retired and they were a well off couple.

She said, "Oh my God, you look different. What's going on?"

I told her about waking up with a compilation in my head that festered and was about to erupt. I didn't know it at the time however.

She was quick to state, "I'll take it if you're giving it away?"

"What can I do for you today," she asked, then jokingly added, "Give you all your money?"

"Yes, in tens and twenties", I replied.

She was literally shocked, as she counted out all of my money, and passed it to me. I thanked her and left the bank.

As I exited the bank, I saw the Federal Business Development Building across the street. I had been given a cutting of a house plant in the summer from the woman who worked the front office. I thought, since I'm here and have nothing else to do before I head back to my lake house, I would stop in and thank her. Upon walking into the office, I walked over to the main front counter. She got up from her desk and walked towards me.

When she opened her mouth to speak, the exact same words came from her, in the exact same tones and annunciations as those words by the bank teller.

She said, "Oh my God, you look different. What's going on?"

I leaned onto the elbow high counter, and told her the story as I had previously told to the bank teller.

"Where would you give it away?" she asked.

"I don't know, the mall perhaps?" I told her that I didn't know as I had not really thought about it, I had only got all of my money out of the bank.

She pushed something beneath the counter. I then heard her say, "There's a man who is going to give all his money away at the food bank today", then she asked me, "At what time Sir?" as she pointed to the office wall clock.

"Three o'clock," I said.

She hung up from the telephone call she had made beneath the counter. I told her that I didn't even know of such a thing as a food bank, nor where it was. She told me that it was straight up the street only two blocks away. I told her that I had only come in to thank her for the plant cutting, and to inform her that it had gown into my own beautiful plant.

I went to the corner and sat having a coffee in the restaurant across from the food bank. As I was having my coffee, I saw a sucessful contractor stop across the street. His wife got out of his new pick up truck, and Andy drove around the corner and stopped just past the food bank. Moments later, I would see his wife leave the food bank, loaded with goodies. I had never seen a food bank. I thought to myself, that it can't be right that Andy and his wife were taking food from those less fortunate who greatly depend of it.

Moments later, it would be three o'clock. I paid for my coffee and walked towards the food bank. I wondered as to how I was going to give my money away. I did not want my money to go to the food bank itself, so I just walked in and stood for a moment to think about it. I saw a couple of people talking and one of them had a camera. The other had a pad and a tape recorder. I thought that to be quite strange to see inside of a food bank.

The over powering smell of ammonia consumed me, as one man passed by. I didn't know it at the time, but that was my signal. The signal as to who to give money to. I quickly approached the man, and gave him some of my money. I told him that he needed it more than I ever did. To my surprise, he began weeping. Tears flowed from the man's eyes as he embraced me in a long hug. It was him. His words gave me the answer to my compilation, when he hugged me and said, "God Bless You". As the man walked to the door to leave, the guys with the camera and tape recorder stopped and talked with him. The next thing I remember about those two was that they took a photograph of myself as a person was being given money. Those with clean clothes who were freshly showered and fragranced with perfume or cologne were only given a hand shake. All those who smell of ammonia from urine saturated unwashed clothes received money.

My eyes were filled with tears while I received numerous hugs, and appreciation thanks far greater than one could imagine. As I gave away the last of my money, my eyes flooded with tears. Tears from not having more to give. There were so many people who needed compassion, and my money had run out. I realized when I walked out that the local television crew had showed up and had filmed some of the event. I hurriedly walked out and left because I knew that I could not explain why I had done what I had done.

I began to drive out of North Bay to head home, but I stopped in to Sandra's place as they had a great buffet for only five dollars. Sandra's place as I called it, was Fanny's Strup Club, or Fanny's Exotic Dancers? I really only thought of it as Sandra's place as she would sell my product to the strip club customers. They would give her a five dollar bill and tell her to keep the change. A bottle of my Woodsmans Fly & Squito Dope cost less than three dollars, so Sandra always was happy selling my product.

When you entered Fanny's, the bar ran down the right hand side side and on the left hand side was the buffet tables. The hallway that went to the strippers change rooms was straight ahead, and to the left, was the recessed main customer viewing area which surrounded the center raised stage.

I was facing the buffet tables and loading my plate. There was some noise and commotion rising up in the bar.

"That's him!" a guy yelled out load. "That's him on tv!" he shouted, as he pointed to the television. I put my plate of dinner down as people rushed me. They had all came to shake my hand and to congratulate me. Some offered to buy me a beer. Others offered to pay for my dinner. I was shocked because whatever they had seen on the television, was the reason for all their kind offers.

I ate my dinner and thanked everyone loudly as I left the strip club. It was the darkest winter night I'd seen in a while, as I headed home to my lake house. I still was shocked over what I had done. When I got home, I stoked the fire and added another log to it before I went out to my workshop. We only got two television channels one the lake and often one channel had so much static, that I seldom ever turned on my television. It was used more to watch my VCR movies. I worked several hours, still dumbfounded by what I had done, before closing up my workshop and heading into the house for the night. I didn't feel like sleeping because of what I had done, and the strangest thing occurred. For some unknown reason, I walked over and turned on the television. I was utterly shocked.

The very second that I turned on the television, this story was on the national news.

Today's top news story is of a North Bay area man, David Bobiash, giving all of his money away to the needy that visited the North Bay Food Bank. They showed my face on television, showed me handing money to people, and showed tears of both appreciation and tears of joy, along with hugs. I heard the commentator say, "What an amazing act of kindness on this Valentine's Day", then he said something about the world needing more people like myself, and the story ended.

I turned off the television, and soon went off to bed. I was financially broke. Over the next couple of months, I received two foreclosure notices on my mortgage from my bank. I manufactured some product in my kitchen, knowing that I had to sell product or I would loose my lake house to the bank. It was still too early in the year to sell insect repellent of any kind, but I had to try.

I gather up all the gas that I could. From the lawn mower, the snow mobile, the boat gas in the shed, and poured it all into my old 1979 Ford Lariat pick up truck. I don't think my gas was even half full as I set out to try to sell product.

I walked into the first retail store, and approached the owner who was at the counter. I gave him my best sales pitch, and waited for him to speak.

"It's far too early to buy any repellent", he said. "Come back after the May 24th holiday." He went on to say, "Maybe then, I might take some, if I can sell all of my other stock".

I thanked him, and turned away disheartened. As I opened the door to leave, I heard him shout.

"Aren't you the guy who gave all his money away at the Food Bank?"

"Yes, that was me," I said reluctantly.

"Then get your ass back in here," he said, "I'll take two boxes of both sizes."

The thing is this. I did not know that God had given me a miracle. I didn't know it until I saw that same retail store owner's response echo over and over. My sales had grown over forty six hundred percent from the previous year. My sales. What a miracle that was.

From that day forward, and on each and every day, I thank God, several times a day.
AMEN

* - Here's How at Home Hardware
Home Hardware Store Owners.  They support these crimes because they profit greatly from them.  Their Chief Commander, (Alliance International LLC) barks out the orders, and the Pawns, (the store owners) jump at their commands.
The Home Hardware Store Owners are the source of major crime in your city.  These store owners are your neighbours.
The opioid crisis was bad, but Alliance International LLC is like that of an opioid distributor on steroids and juiced up.  Greedy for more racketeering money, generated by fraud, and insider trading, and influence peddling.
This type of opioid pusher takes down the mightiest.  Can take down any political leader, and destroys the very fibre of freedoms and commerce.
That is the Home Hardware that I know.
That is its head office, Alliance International LLC.
And now, you can clearly see how this opioid pusher caused the Grant Lumber bankruptcy, and cost my business $300,000,000.00 in sales.

By the way: to those racketeers, if you don't like what damages you force upon others, and you do not appreciate the truth being told, then you can purchase this webpage for only $300,000,000.00, the losses that your actions forced upon my business.
Your efforts destroy businesses.
Your efforts destroy good men and women.
Your efforts destroy families.
Yet you proudly boast how good you are.
The devil also chose to wear red, just like your proud store owners.
Over 20 years of their hell, we collected over a thousand store owners, names, home addresses, personal cell phone numbers, and more.  They will all be posted.  You will be able to contact these criminals directly.  Here's How ... coming soon.

People are not fooled.  Those who are fooled are in your organized crime syndicate.  People are sick and tired of working until they die, while you and your partners profit from crime.  They are sick of it.

What do you see when you watch television?
MUTE your television when commercials come on during a Blue Jays game or a Maple Leaf game, or any sports game for that matter.
When you mute all commercials, you free up your time.  Good habits form.
Watch a commercial for Home Hardware.  What you see is adults, store owners, always laughing and smiling.  That is because they took your money and how does not matter.  It could be the next item you never really got your money's worth out of.  Another item for your storage facility.

We've all heard it.  Proud partners of?  The NHL, the NFL, the MLB, the NBA, the CFL, etc.  Those sports teams and leagues all participate in perpetuating these crimes with Home Hardware.  They do it through partnerships and sponsorship.
All were sent information on the racketeering, fraud, insider trading, and influence peddling of Home Hardware affiliates and trading partners.
Yet there is not one sports league that has turned down sponsorship dollars, because they stand for that which is just.  Including all lives matter.

* - Canadian Tire Store Owners

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2 - And this is: Woodsmans International + The other side of the coin, written by: David Bobiash

The Famous Peter Grant Mansion in Englehart Ontario Canada

In order to force bankruptcy upon the third largest lumber tycoon in North America, you require only three things.

First you must willingly violate all law. Alliance International LLC has repeatedly proven to have done that.  It is called: Racketeering.
Secondly: you must have influence control over sellers of lumber products in North America.  Alliance International LLC has that influence and knowledge of every product sold within the building product sector.
Thirdly: you must make insider trading partners and insider deals, to force industry leading companies into bankruptcy and out of business.

Here's How!  Alliance International controls all retail selling to those within the housing industry and other markets.  Home Hardware Stores is one smaller size North American franchise under that influence and control.  Canadian Tire is another small North American franchise under that influence and control.  Every seller of products sold to the housing industry is under that influence and control.

Now you know what caused the Famous Grant Lumber bankruptcy, and caused the Famous Abandoned Peter Grant Mansion, soon to be featured on television on: Mansions Impossible.

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6 - And this is: Woodsmans International + The other side of the coin, written by: David Bobiash

The day that the government called.

My first secretary was given a key to my home as that was where the office was at that time.  We worked extremely hard and worked diligently to grow my business.  Cindy worked as hard as I did and I gave her cash weekly bonuses for her efforts which generated sales.  I recall one day when I awoke, the telephone display showed the wrong date.  It showed Thursday and yet I had crashed on Tuesday.  I called Bell Canada to ask how to correct the date on my office telephone.  The woman told me that they don't usually do this, then asked for my office telephone number.  She told me that she would hang up from this call and would call me back on my office telephone number but I must let it ring at least 3 times before I picked it up.  That would reset the time and date display.

I hung up from the call and waited.  While waiting, I heard Cindy arrive downstairs, then her family shout, "Good morning".  She had arrived early for work that day as she always did each and every day, including on her days off.

Moments later, my telephone began to ring.  It showed Bell Canada on the display.  I waited until the 4th ring before picking up my telephone receiver.  It was her, the woman I'd spoken with at Bell.  She told me that my telephone would now have the correct day and date on the display, then asked: "What does it show now?"  I told her that it still say Thursday, and the date.  Her response shocked me.  She told me that is the correct day and date, and asked if there was anything else she, Bell could do for me.  I thanked her and ended the call as Cindy had climbed the stairs and set her things on her desk.  She asked if I wanted a coffee, then asked "Who was that?"

We both headed downstairs.  Cindy to make coffee, and myself for a much needed washroom break.  I walked into the kitchen and she asked what Bell wanted.  I told her the reason that I made the call and she begun laughing uncontrollably.  "What's so funny?" I asked.  It took her a minute to stop laughing because she'd stop and then uncontrolled laughter would begin again.  When Cindy finally stopped laughing, she told me the answer.  "You", she said.  I came and worked all day yesterday, and played my music loud, and there was absolutely no sign of life.  She told me that it was Thursday and that I had slept yesterday on the dining room floor where I'd been working and using the floor for the task I was doing.

We would work until we couldn't work any longer.  I mean that literally.  She was happily married at the time, and had just given birth to their first child only a couple of months ago.  I remember meeting Cindy at 4:00am, in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of bush country.  We both lived in the boonies.  The office was in my home on Wasi Lake, and Cindy lived north of Bonfield, north of highway 17, in the boonies up there somewhere.  You had to have explicit directions to find where Cindy and her husband lived.

We met at a highway 17 crossroad.  She had beat me to the meeting place.  It was pitch black because there are no street light luxury up north.  Only our vehicle headlights lit up our immediate area.  We were in bear country, outside our vehicles, and we would not see another vehicle while we were there.  Cindy was wearing black dress pants and a white blouse to head out for sales.  She had a check list and checked every item while I loaded her car.  She had my cell phone: Check.  She had cash money: Check.  She had my credit card: Check.  And so on.  Cindy checked that every item she'd asked for the night before was there.  I told her, "Good luck", as she closed her window and drove off into the darkness of the wilderness.

Driving back to the office, my home: I remember thinking to myself how much of a disaster Cindy might have.  Her breast were still swollen with breast milk, and her bra and blouse could not hide the fact that...  Well, there were two obviously wet circles that were highly visible.  Still Cindy was a trooper and marched forward for sales, with her baby in the car with her.

Later that afternoon, the office telephone rang.  I could see the caller ID was my cell phone.  I answered the telephone and said, "Hi, how are you doing?"  Cindy kind of yelled.  She told me, "It's Woodsmans International, David speaking", and hung up on me.  Moments later, she called back again.  I answered and asked her if she'd had a bad day.  Again, she told me, "It's Woodsmans International, David speaking", and hung up on me.  A few moments later, you guessed it, it was Cindy calling the office again.  I answered the telephone saying, "Woodsmans International, David speaking", and this time she said that's better.  I remember that being a portion of her lecture.

I asked her how she was doing.  It was a very humid day and I knew that her car air conditioning did not work.  Cindy said, "I sold 175 units.  Beat that sucker", then hung up.  It was that call, on that day, that became the pinnacle moment that we became friendly competitors and our respect of one another was unmatched.  We made each other the best possible versions of ourselves.  It was truly incredible.

Cindy and I had grown business and now Cindy had 3 secretaries working with us at that time. t was a normal day at my office.  The telephone rang and Myra answered the telephone.  She had the quietest voice I'd ever heard, still that was her responsibility to answer all incoming calls.  4 calls were received in that 20 minute period. The first was from S.C. Johnson.  The second was from Schering-Plough, another pharmaceutical company.  The third call was a Canadian Deputy Minister, that's like a puppet to his boss, the Minister.  And the forth call was from the Minister himself.

The first call was received about five minutes after sending out the confidential press release.  The telephone display showed that it was S.C. Johnson, as it displayed on the telephone.  Myra was told to put the call on hold once she answered it.  I instructed everyone in the office to be quiet prior to my answering the call.  It was a woman that pretended to be a housewife.  She claimed her husband had received a fax from us on our product and had left it on the table.  She then claimed that she needed to know exactly what was in it because her son had allergies and was highly allergic to most things.  My response was simple.  I told her not to use it and excused myself from the call.  That was all bull shit of course.  We had sent out a press release to the media, not to S. fucking C. Johnson, that is my opinion and my experience and I call it like I see it.  But the media did not release the confidential information in a news release.  Instead: the media notified my competitors of then, Confidential Information.  I knew that corruption was on my doorstep thanks to the media violations of the law.

The second call which was not five minutes following the confidential press release to the media came from Schering Plough, another pharmaceutical company.  They pretended to to be a customer with allergies.  Sounds like fraud yet again, and insider trading by the media.  When asked what their allergies were, we were told that they had too many to mention.  I told them, "Don't use it then", and hung up the call.  Remember that all calls were always on speaker phone, and we all worked in the same open office area so everyone heard every call.  It was done that way for training and learning purposes.

The third call came fifteen minutes after the confidential press release.  The telephone display  showed, the Government of Canada.  That call was from the Deputy Minister of Agriculture and Agri-Food Canada.  He was a real peach of a person.  He immediately began by telling me that I was selling an illegal product in Canada.  He rambled on a bunch of legal nonsense and mumbo jumbo, then he finally shut up long enough for me to tell him a thing or two.  I told him that right on the label, it clearly states, that it was a novelty product.  I then informed him to examine laws requiring novelty products and the restrictions thereof.  I then told him that there is a novelty product, which is a bear trap, and it is advertised and sold as a mosquito trap.  He was silent and I quickly informed him that I had better things to do then discuss Canadian Law with someone so ill equipped, and hung up the telephone.  Cindy high fived me, the other office girls applauded and congratulated me, and the day was looking better.

The forth call again showed, the Government of Canada, this time however, it was the Minister of Agriculture and Agri-Food Canada himself.  Myra answered the initial call and put the Minister on hold.  During that time, I told the staff that I again needed them to be absolutely silent.  The call was on hold for quite awhile before Cindy answered the call.  She had been instructed to answer the call, and wait for the Minister to again ask for me by name.  When she answered the call, the Minister asked who she was.  Cindy announced her name and informed the Minister that she was the personal secretary for the company owner, which was myself.  She used my name though.  He asked if she would be so kind as to inform me, that the Minister of Agriculture and Agri-Food Canada was on the telephone.  Cindy informed the Minister that she would let me know as soon as she could because I was in a meeting.  She again put the call on hold.

I answered the call about two minutes later.  I proudly answered saying, "Woodsmans International, David speaking", and waited.

The Minister cleared his throat a couple of time with a raspy noise, then began his announcement.  In a deep sounding commanding voice he said: "This is the right honourable Ralph Gooddale, the Minister of Agriculture and Agri-Food Canada."  "To whom am I speaking?"

I made a similar raspy noise with my throat, then said, "This is the right honourable David Bobiash, Owner of: Woodsmans International, and the inventor of Woodsmans Fly & Squito Dope, and other products".  "How can I assist you?"

The Minister said, "Cute!", and I immediately responded.

I told the Minister, "That's what I thought when you said it."

The Minister then asked me, "How would you like a product recall order?".

I told the Minister, that I would welcome a product recall order from the Canadian Government.

The Minister replied saying, "You're not much of a fucking business man are you?"  He then went on to state, that every bottle on every shelf, would have to be recalled at my companies expense.

I rapidly responded saying, "And you're not much of a fucking Minister are you?"  I continued saying, "That would give me a national press release putting me on the world stage!"  My temper was high during that call.

I said, "Fuck you and the horse you road in on", and hung up on him as I heard the Minister began to excuse himself from the telephone call.  "Isolated incident, isolated incident", he said.

Everyone cheered, and gave each other high fives, and laughed and discussed how proud they were to be working for a company that stood up to crime, and especially to a federal government official.

That was my first ever office experience of the criminal elements that plague every country around the world.  Crocked politicians and corrupt international businesses.

Things returned to normal, and it was business as usual.

******* To be proof read and edited for the book publication *******

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13 - And this is: Woodsmans International + The other side of the coin, written by: David Bobiash

The honour and integrity of: David Bobiash and Sylvain Racine

It was just another day.  Sales coming in, and shipments going out.  To survive the influence peddling by Alliance International LLC and its so called independent partners, Home Hardware Stores LTD, we had increased our sale and customers could order online.  This worked well and orders began soaring once again.

One order we received was an order from an End User.  His name is Sylvain Racine.  It was to be an order that changed sales to the French Canadian population.
Sylvain's order was put together and shipped to his address just like all orders are shipped.

Sometime later, I received a telephone call from this nice gentleman.  I didn't know him but he introduced himself by name and I recognized the name from our invoicing system.
He called to tell me how great Liqui-Fire Pipe Thaw was.  He then ask why it was not available in his area, or any French Canadian store that he had tried to find the product at.

I told Sylvain that my company had tried and all efforts over the years had failed to capture interest from retailers to stock our product.  I told him that because we didn't speak French, our manner of presentation was by fax.  We sent out flyers to every retailer, but never had received any orders.  I told him that we were using google translate to know what French look like and sent out the translated sales flyers.

To my surprise, Sylvan said: "Send me a flyer, and I will translate it for you".

I quickly told him, "Listen my friend, if I get any sales in Quebec, then I will give you ten percent of any sales I receive." 

He told me that I didn't have to do that, and I told him that I was not making any sales in Quebec, so it was worth it.

He provided his email address and I sent him a flyer.  The flyer that I sent to him had every sentence in a different colour.  That way: if this nice guy did what he said he would do, then I would know what each of the different coloured lines meant.

Sylvain was and is a really nice man.  He was pretty busy much like myself.  He was a volunteer fire fighter, he was renovating his home and building a custom kitchen that marvels any, and he worked in the mines, which I think are often twelve hour shifts.  Plus he was a good father spending time with his wife, and his family.  He certainly was a good and very busy man.

A couple of days past and I received an email from Sylvain.  Attached was a coloured flyer with multi-coloured lines of text.  I believe the first flyer had both languages on it.  I removed all English, and the formatted the French to view properly so that I appeared to be professional.  I always hated that word because I had hired so many professionals, and none of them were worth the cost of the paper their certificate was printed on.  I am certain that there has to be good professionals, but, well perhaps it was just the few I had hired over the years.  The most useless professionals being degrees in ... well, I don't want to piss anyone off needlessly.

I began programming the computers to fax out the new French sales promotion.  I think it was possibly two days later that the first French Canadian order was received by fax.

There was some hand writing on the fax, but I did not know French.  I could see how many cases that this store wanted, plus I could see the address, but other than that, I did not know what the message was.  I sent it to Sylvain, who translated it into English for me.

The very next day, I proudly sent a message to Sylvain informing him that he had just made a small amount of money.  Ten percent.  The money was paid and everyone was happy.

Sales grew, and so did his ten percent.  You see, we did not know each other.  We did not have any legal nor binding agreement.  All we both had was our spoken word.  And it was our spoken word that was our contract.  Nothing else is needed with men of integrity and honour.

As individuals, our valor, our integrity, and our passion to help others, is undeniable.  If medals were given to those in the public sector, we both would have been knighted, and would have been awarded, Medals of Honour.
Those qualities do not exist in one amongst you all.  Not one of you.
I recall the words of one arrogant Home Hardware Store Owner.  He stood proudly before me, and stated, "If you want to play with the big boys, then you play by big boy rules."  He further stated: "There are no rules."

And this is: Woodsmans International + The other side of the coin, written by: David Bobiash

14 - And this is: Woodsmans International + The other side of the coin, written by: David Bobiash

Dan the Homeless Man, and the kindness of Woodsmans International

I have personally helped all those who I can.  The man in the woods, lived there after losing everything after suffering a brain aneurysm.  He lost his memory, his family, and had no idea of his past life.
I provided him with a residence for nearly a year. Cleaned him up, bought all of his clothing, fed him nourishing meals 3 times daily, trained him, employed him, restored his lost family bonds with his son and grandson, gave him a cell phone and paid the plan, and so much more.  Many many desperate others were given all that I had.  That is caring.
Many times while caring for people, I walked hospital hallways.  There were hundreds, perhaps thousands of donation plaques.  Never did I see donation plaques from Home Hardware nor Canadian Tire.

 

My theory and concept version of saying, I-Care.

How Many People Visit

Hi, I am writing this because I-Care

What I care about is to genuinely help others being those in need.

Yes, I-Care, and I am positive that there are a few others who can also say, I-Care.

We don't need another Christmas Miracle (although some are truly miraculous).  We need a Canadian Miracle that is miraculous every day of every year making it totally miraculous.  It's a simple concept similar to the concept used in real life that was the basis of the movie, "Apple Mortgage Cake" but we are starting with a simple cookie to help those in need.  

So why am I writing this?  Over the years I have helped out many people in their time of need.  Sometimes I gave money and this past year I housed a homeless man for nearly the entire year.  He had suffered and survived a brain aneurism and had been reduced to living in a dirty tent in the woods of Cobourg Ontario.  I began helping him out.  I wasn't able to obtain assistance for helping him.  The societal safety net failed miserably.  I extended trust that was unimaginable for most people to house him in my company offices and plant.  Every expense was paid from my own pocket and my families pocket to buy him everything including building a loft for him to sleep in, a bed and bedding, a dresser and everything from socks and underwear to winter clothing.  In the beginning he came into my home for meals and a daily shower and some interaction time with people in a family environment.  Later on he began to buy groceries which included my buying a microwave, toaster oven, and a refrigerator to keep his groceries in so that he was free to eat when he wanted and now had to freedom to make that choice.  I had turned his life around and he was able to live a decent life on his own nearly a year later.

Every December I personally fax literally thousands of retail stores giving my time and expense to remind them of those less fortunate them themselves.  I ask them to give time if they can give it or to give money to the Salvation Army.  I remind them all that the simple act of giving a hair dryer to a homeless person can provide enough heat to prevent hypothermia from setting in.  I also ask those that do give a hair dryer to inform the homeless to use the electricity provided by cities everywhere to light up Christmas lights and trees and for engine block heaters in some areas.

BUT; I am only able to help so many.

So this year I am doing something different.  It is not a Christmas Miracle because I want to make it happen all year.

I have decided to post a couple of links online for those who can say, I-Care and want to be the difference maker in homelessness in Canada.  How about some of those thousands of Home Hardware and Canadian Tire stores showing some care?  Canadian Tire only raises public money to support its sales of sporting goods.  That is it.

People and companies that can say, I-Care can offer help or suggestions.

People and companies that can say, I-Care can make donations.  Hang on!!!  Make a donation to whom and for what?

The answer is this.  I am going to begin by establishing the, I-Care Foods Company.  I will start out simply by baking cookies.  Yes cookies.  The cookies will be the first food item that is made and given free to homeless people.  Why cookies?  Cookies do not need refrigeration.  Homeless people do not have that luxury.

Should there be enough people who can say, I-Care, then I will begin making cookies available through retail stores.  Those stores would be told to instruct staff that homeless people can take a bag free without worry of being prosecuted.

I think you see where this is going.  People may actually start saying, I-Care and buy cookies to give to someone to show that person that they can say, I-Care.

Future food items and other goods may follow if I can get this to start and to work.  Perhaps with the help of others who can say, I-Care it will be possible.

So I will start by giving of myself and my time and money and a page on my website (for starting off) and the use of my commercial building and will start by baking some very good and very healthy cookies.  Homeless people are easy to find and they all need someone to say, I-Care.  Every homeless person began as someone’s baby.  They are fathers or mothers, sons or daughters, sisters or brothers who need our help.

With your help perhaps we can put an end to homelessness and need in Canada by starting with a simple cookie and ending up with, I-Care drop and pick up boxes everywhere or perhaps even grocery stores with an I-Care section and food banks with I-Care product supplied to them and the Salvation Army.

So I’m posting this to see how people who can truly say, I-Care, make the difference.

Anyone can repost this anywhere.  All feedback is welcome be it good or bad.  Businesses and companies that donate will be posted on the website that together we build and grow into a Canadian Legend.

Perhaps corporate or private donations will provide equipment, or assistance or expertise?  It will take the help of Volunteers and sales people and help from all sorts of people like those skilled in sales and distribution to those who love baking to website designers.  I posted this on Facebook and at 9:00am Wednesday August 31 my first few responses were received giving me thumbs up and hope for this to grow.

There is a greater showing of interest and compassion when someone post that the Toronto Blue Jays or the Maple Leafs won a game.  But I did write this to capture the interest of those Canadians who can truly say, "I CARE" and are people who actually stand up for what they believe in and say.  It is sad that there are not as many people of that type as one may think.

I have begun posting it online using various free advertising websites plus I have begun writing various companies and will write KGM and others equipment manufacturers.  KGM is seen below.  And soon I will begin faxing out thousands of retail stores informing them of the "I CARE" initiative.  A website for the "I CARE" initiative will be created soon.  On that website will be an honour role naming all those individuals and corporations who helped to create and establish this initiative.  Some will not be listed so as to respect those wishing to remain anonymous.  Many who give are bombarded with hundreds of email request and sometimes telephone calls for money for everything from organizations and people from around the world.

Currently I can only bake so many cookies at a time.  It will take all kinds of people who can say, I-Care,� to make this grow into a legend and life long reality.

But with donations cookies can be made in abundance using a KGM biscuit machine Kalmeijer as seen below.  A mixing machine, racks, ovens, and ingredients will all be needed and eventually be acquired or donated.

People can help.  Businesses can help.  Retailers can help.  Corporations can help.  Like the song "Tears Are Not Enough" states; "Together we can make the difference".  "Only we can make the difference".  And a statement we all know is justified and shamefully true; "Heaven knows that tears are not enough".

The song ends with a most inspirational ending message and incredible humbling plea; "For God sakes lend a hand!"  Let's show them Canada still cares.

SO I put forth the idea.  The rest is up to those Canadians who can truly say, I-Care.  Let's make this happen starting with cookies, then clothes, and perhaps one day even more.

Let us destroy the who cares attitude�.  I was 61 at the time of writing this, and I do know that I too, will die.  I pray that the spirit of I-Care lives on forever.

A Special Thank You in advance to those who can truly say, I-Care.

Any donation can be made here.

Those who are wanting to help get this snowballing and offering assistance, skills and help of any kind can send email using the subject line, "I-CARE and want to help", can send it to:

I-CARE@woodsmansinternational.com

( Listen to "Tears Are Not Enough" )

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