Smelly Justice

Perhaps my years of drug use have made me paranoid.

And perhaps the chain of events were purely co-incidental.

A person known to me, who stayed for a short time at the same residence as I, was involved in a traffic accident.

At the time he was unlicensed, driving an unregistered and unroadworthy vehicle (the brakes were shot), drove through a red light (speed undetermined), t-boned another car traveling through a green light, killed the passenger of that car, then took off and went into hiding for a week before handing himself in.

Shortly after hearing from his lawyer that he would only face an array of minimal charges (basically get off with a slap on the wrist), my residence was raided by the drug squad, who expected to find a fully operating speed kitchen.
They had a warrant, signed by a legitimate JP, raised based on "information received".
They left with my half a gram of personal pot and a lot of egg on their faces.

We can not blame the Court for this travesty, they can only proceed on the charges being presented.

One has to question what processes took place behind the doors at the DPP.