ODSP annual donation limit: 10,000$

People ask me why I can’t receive more than 10k / year in donations.

Well, I live off a humble disability pension, which I’m grateful for. I receive less than 10,000$ per year. However, there’s one caveat: I’m allowed to raise another 10,000$ in donations per year without being penalized.

ODSP: “Gifts and voluntary payments may be given to any member of the ODSP benefit unit for any purpose. These will be exempt from income up to a maximum of $10,000 for any 12 month period per member of the benefit unit.”

After raising more than 10,000$ / year in donations, the government considers my donations income and will lower my pension accordingly. Basically, if i’m raising more than 10k per year in donations, I probably should not be on ODSP.

anyway, ODSP: please raise this 10,000 dollar limit. Thank you.

Take action: Sign the petition to the Legistlative Assembly Of Ontario that i’ve posted on Change.org: http://chng.it/DkQkHZVR

Have received over 1,000 comments. Thank you! Added a Contact form.

Many people have asked me, in the comments, to add a method of contacting me. I have now done so.

Thank you for all the support. I’ve received over 1,000 comments.

You can also DONATE and there’s an ABOUT section too now.

Your artist-friend who hears voices,

Steve Mini.

Euthanasia bill passed into law.

I’m two out of two on public policy. Weed was legalized. Euthanasia passed. And after my article on population growth, a former prime minister came out saying we should vastly expand our country (Canada) – to 100 million before the turn of the century. His opinion was published in the Globe and Mail. I agree with him. I’ve been preachin’ for us to grow Canada’s population for years now.

I also advocate for removing your footprint entirely before you die – I never drive a car and recycle everything I can. So we’ll see how that goes.

Time to repeal the horrible conservative prostitution laws of 2014 …

Many good looking women I know all seem to have one thing in common: making money from sex work.

Especially during covid, selling content is practically all that’s putting food on the table for many women.

It’s time to support these entrepreneurs and protect them from committing a crime instead of indicting them.

Somebody needs to repeal the horrible laws enacted by the Conservatives in 2014, making prostitution illegal for the first time in Canadian history, despite the supreme court striking down, in a unanimous decision, 9-0 (The Bedford Case) our old, unconstitutional prostitution laws.

Can these terrible conservative prostitution laws be repealed?

How can you be a kinky person, or a person who supports positive space, or a free thinker, possibly secular or atheist, and pay the conservatives any mind?

Progressives, unite! It’s not right!


The political left is a meme in North America, nothing else ..

The political left is a meme in NA, nothing else. It has all but been systematically eradicated by the United States and others.

I wish there were more leftists. They preach about embracing positive space and fight for queer rights; Leftists want egality and support the working class. Why does the working class not support leftists?

Even one of my favorite overtures, “post-left anarchy”, has probably dismissed the left entirely, removing themselves from such taxonomy.

But let’s face it. It’s the ol’ dirty south and confederate flags everywhere. For Chris’sakes: Queers have been allowed to be married for longer than the Confederacy lasted.

And G-d forbid your a progressive or else you really just need to be a democratic socialist just to be understood. I’m like Bernie … he wanted free healthcare. Would that really be so bad? Britian and Canada has it. Why not the United States?

But then, slowly and surely, you’re butchered. Your public image fades. You’re a leftist, sir, a leftist, something akin to communist, only worse: you’re unpredictable. You can’t be compartmentalized. And in my small, right-wing imagination, you’re probably dangerous.

The left is literally a joke. Nobody even talks about it. You’re hushed over in dark corners whispering about it. But it’s never the main course of a sturdy conversation. You’re an outcast almost from the get-go of being a leftist.

I guess that’s kind of what draws so many people to actually becoming one. I went to hot topic to ask for an anarchy shirt. They dont’ carry them anymore. I asked for the patches to stitch one on my shirt and make it myself. They don’t have them anymore.

Let’s face it: nobody’s buying them or the market would straighten things out. Heck even Hot Topic is no longer anarchist or left: not even for show.

Of course, you look to the ol’ country if you’re the son of immigrants. So look at what happened in Greece. The political left put the country many years behind. It no longer exists in it’s prior form. There’s probably centrists that claim to be socialists, but there’s hardly a left worth mentioning. And yes: the conservatives won. There was nothing left of the political left.

There’s a couple of anarchists in the burbs of Greece. But wearing black, covering your face and smashing shit doesn’t make you an anarchist, friend nor does it align you with the political left.

These opinions are dangerous in several regions of the world. In Canada they’re the butt of a crude joke. Lol, look at that, he’s a leftist. Probably the only one. What a joke.

What do y’all think? Is it even worth voting for the left in Ontario? Should we honestly all believe that the NDP is the spiritual successor of our leftist ways? Heck, at least they’re somewhat left. And they’re huge out west. You never know.

We’ve come a long way from my grandpa on my mother’s side. He fought first in the Italian, then in the German front. Then he fought in the Greek civil war. He claimed that he was a communist, and left. He was possibly persecuted for that, and fled to Canada one fine day.

Hey, look, at least we don’t get shot, like Atheists do. The only person hated more than a leftist is an Atheist. Disclaimer: I’m a devout Christian, albeit secular. What do I know?

LoL, WoW, SC1&2 in my spare time

I usually play league of legends these days. When I’m not, I’ll pop on to World Of Warcraft or Starcraft 1 or 2. I used to be a High Warlord Warlock in the vanilla scene of World Of Warcraft. These days, I’m just a filthy casual and low rank at the games I play. I never learned Starcraft 1 & 2. And I never ranked up in League Of Legends. I’m a bronzer. I no longer kick ass at World Of Warcraft – I barely leveled my main to the max level before I got a little bored and quit playing. Not drawn to mythic+ runs or PVE at all and never really got into Arena either.

When I have some spare time in the summers I might learn how to play Starcraft 1 & 2 or play more League Of Legends.

My end-goal is to be able to cast replays for youtube. I’m an English literature specialist who was a journalist for a while. But I can’t stream or use my mic when I’m playing, because my mom yells at me that people are sleeping, and I can only login at nights! Ma, let me use my mic ploix!

Anyway, here’s my match history and champion selections, in case you’re wondering which champion i’m currently learning or if I’m winning at all. As you can see at the link below, I like quirky, non-meta champion selections. I don’t care about the meta at all.

LoL NA: SteveMini

Here’s my battle.net too if you want to play World Of Warcraft sometime. I sometimes play alliance on asmongold’s server: US-Kel’Thuzad but usually I prefer horde on US-Area 52 where i’m in a guild run by a bunch of Canadians.

WoW Battle.net: SteveMini#1687
I like to joke: “#1687: the year of our lord; -a High Warlord Warlock”

Also follow my stream and quit trolling me in the blocked comments!


I find that gaming helps with my concentration, allows me to set goals and develop skills, something akin to having a job, and also helps me get in some social interaction since i’m a homebody via team play or discord. I’ve met some great people. It also adds hours of entertainment at a very low cost – LoL is “free to play” if you don’t get sucked into collecting skins too often, and WoW is like 15 bucks a month – great for a Paranoid Schizophrenic on a humble disability pension. Heck even my doctor agrees. Thanks Blizzard & Riot!

Started Writing Sci-Fi: “Metuselah”

I started writing a new project code-named “Metuselah”; I was inspired by the “Meths” in Altered Carbon, a Sci-Fi netflix show. Methuselah was the longest lived of any of the bible figures, having lived about 969? years.

In my story – I don’t want to give away too much – but it’s also inspired by Snow Crash: it’s a future where telepaths “Jack in” to a brain network and skin themselves as celebrities to hide their true identity and communicate with each other telepathically and anonymously. Skinning as a celebrity costs a token, and most people only unlock one token a month.

In the network where he is almost constantly “Jacked In” and of a high rank on the ladder, the “longest-lived” of all “Jacked In” individuals is constantly harassed by fans, and requested by his peers. A new harass, a wifey request, keeps popping up in his mind, with a secret admirer skinning as various famous female Earth celebrities and propositioning him. It’s a troll: but this user must have many tokens to spare – he or she keeps skinning different celebrities to catch his attention – and most people only unlock one token a month to skin themselves. It piques his curiosity, why “she” is burning through so many tokens just to proposition him, and leads him to an adventure he did not anticipate, which includes a war for his ancestral home: Earth, and involves a penal colony in a parsec not far off. The penal colony claims a war will occur unless one of their prisoners is released. This could embroil a whole chunk of the known universe, and be a war that lasts Millennia. To avoid this costly and needless war, is a job for “Metuselah”, the longest-lived of anybody on the ladder.

This was not only inspired by video games, where the highest ranked players are treated as celebrities and claim to be G-ds; but also it was inspired by an episode I’ve had during schizophrenia, where “locally emulated celebrity voices” talking to me in my mind; I could literally hear celebrity voices, but it wasn’t them, of course.

I guess this work is also a take on where the internet is going, if anonymity becomes more popular. Pretty soon we’ll just jack in as someone else and communicate telepathically and anonymously – why not as our favorite celebrities, and never as ourselves, so that we can say whatever the hell we want, to whomever we want? It’s a dark and gritty world I’ve created for this story. Everyone seems rude, uncouth, and not very gentlemanly. This is contrasted by some of the main character’s “noble” actions.

Don’t know if this makes any sense. It was confusing to me for a while but I finally think i’ve got it down. So let me get this straight, voices in my head: you’re talking to me telepathically, you’re not the celebrity I can hear, and you remain anonymous? Looks like you were placed in my “fiction to write” bin as inspiration!

For those of you joking: Where do I upgrade? how can I “Jack in”? I want to hear voices, too! I don’t know man. I’ve been hearing voices for more than 15 years. The only thing left to do is graduate with a BA in English, and write books about my experiences with the voices. I’ve got 5+ years of part-time studies left on my degree. After that I guess I’ll put pen to paper.

Amazon self-publishing, here I come!

update: Looking at my early notes, I’ve decided I will not be mentioning any celebrities by name in this novel. I’m a pretty polite artist and straight-laced; I’ll say things like “red-haired beau” or “a muscular male with an inner-city accent” or something cheesy like that. At the heart of these cheesy skins or avatars, is a sophisticated technology. I find the dichotomy between a simple avatar or skin and the complicated inner workings of our protagonists something that I’d like to contrast and develop.

Signing off to write a little!
Your artist friend,
Steve Mini.

Talking to a fetus: Remote Embryonics

Disclaimer: I just write this stuff because I love science fiction and I’m a writer and an English undergrad. I do not condone the use of voice-to-skull, gene-selection, amnesia walls, or other antics probably going on right now in a lab somewhere. Or in my mind. /shrug.

Anyway: I frequently hear voices. I’ve thought to myself: If I can hear voices, and someone might be talking to me via synthetic telepathy: Or if I talk to myself, and have amnesia walls up, What’s to stop a remote handler with synthetic telepathy from talking to a child whilst still in the womb?

At what age could the baby even respond telepathically? Could it telepathically communicate with a “remote handler”, before it even speaks to it’s own mother?

What about amnesia walls and talking to a child’s back end or subconscious, which I believe, oddly, has occurred to me as an adult male? What if this happened, to a child? What if it talked to the voices in it’s head before it talked to it’s parents?

Would it be smarter than average? Would it talk better and earlier and learn quicker? Would it be scientifically stronger in the mind for hearing voices and words so young? Imagine pictures bombarding it’s retina display and words accompanying the “programming” at a very young age. What does this do to a child?

Such thoughts worry me, and also inspire me to write a little science fiction.

Stay safe bois, and stay woke! Tell me it ain’t happening somewhere already! Don’t look up!

Disclaimer: I hear voices in my head, including celebrity voices, but they’re all just made up. Synthetic telepathy is probably just a hoax. I never warned you. You didn’t hear it from me.

Heck, message me telepathically for an invite to the guild. That’s the joke. There is no telepathic guild. Nobody ever did or I’d be lying to you.


The New Mutant: Schizophrenia

note: I am now medicated. My family, friends, the police, and my doctor do not believe anyone has access to my mind and instead believe that all the voices are made up. I do not condone the use of synthetic telepathy nor do I know where to “upgrade”. Though I am convinced that nobody else is in my mind; I consider myself self-scripted and hear local emulations; i.e. celebrity voices, often.

My doctor claims it’s therapeutic to talk about what I go through. That’s why I’m going to be blogging about this. I get hundreds of replies on the blog, though I don’t approve of many to reduce clutter and trolling, I do read them all. Thank you guys so much. What do ya’ll think of this?

The New Mutant: A Paranoid Schizophrenic’s opinion.

I suppose that I am a mutant: that hearing voices is genetic, and that my offspring, if any come into being, might also genetically inherit hearing voices. They’ll also restructure their mind, in a unique and different way, much like I have done my entire life: I’m self-programmed. Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night, because I hear a dial-tone in my mind; I respond to my supposed remote handler by thinking of a chirp. Call me nuts. I’m a paranoid schizophrenic. I think someone has access to my mind. Is it a super computer making all those dial tones and creepy voices in my mind? Am I being botted? Just who has access to my mind? Is it the government? I guess I’m a telepath, then. And my children, if I have any, will be telepaths, empaths and mystics, too; much like I am. They too will locally emulate celebrity voices and chat with imaginary friends in their mind – and think it’s the police! Many people will think that by hearing voices, that they chat with the dead, angels, demons, ghosts, aliens, reptilians, or militants and the government somehow, you name it; and my offspring will stand accused. They will pull data where none existed before, if such a thing is even possible. They will see retina video before ever retina video ever exists publicly; They will be guinea pigs to be experimented upon and they will be ostracized for thinking different. They will hear things they shouldn’t and talk to nobody else about it. They will calculate, and fathom, and never incur a cost for data transfer, brain-to-brain or brain-to-supercomputer. And I know one thing for sure: whether or not they’re telepaths, and hear modem clickings at night: either way, they will be mutants.

Those of us who hear voices are already paving the way for neuroscience to abstract data and deploy militancy; we are paving the way for synthetic telepathy and express commands, with anonymous commanders and little legal recourse; other than a prank call, something akin to phoning the wrong number, except, via voice-to-skull and brain-to-brain technology. Imagine this: “I was on a skype or discord call, officer, brain-to-brain. And what I said was private.”

In addition to hearing commands and pondering our submissiveness, or issuing some back! Many of us, for fear of being punished by our own scripts, i.e. the voices in our head that we probably construct, seek value in truth, especially because our subconscious punishes us for ever lying, especially to ourselves; and some of us turn to never lying or breaking the law at all and become moral persons. We’re men of principle. Still others are at the forefront of a left-leaning revolution; to forego all personal belongings and refrain from menial labor; to fight for advocacy and accessible medical treatments. We the niggas now, regardless of caste, color or creed; paranoid schizophrenics make up many of our homeless and are the first to lose wealth and to die; we live a shortened lifespan; we also test many new drugs and are studied for voice-to-skull technology; and we’re the first to be wrongfully arrested! And those of us who hear voices are also definitely in the front lines of the divide between rich and poor.

I claimed for the longest time that the voices in my head were not my own; that somebody else, via remote telepathy, was talking to me. This has never been proven and the police concluded that I am ill and talking to myself. If I am talking to myself then why can I hear the voices of anybody whom I look at? Why can I hear a song and chat with the singer in my head? Why can I think of the Queen of England or the President of the United States and study their responses to my questions? Perhaps then, the police were right and I locally emulate, and am self-scripted; and nobody else is in my mind. Not Madonna’s back end; not the Pope’s front-end. Perhaps then, I am merely a mutant, and bother nobody else. And all y’all niggas, i.e. the voices in my head, are fake.

I’ve long questioned who has access to my mind, which many claim to be paranoia. If it’s nobody, perhaps then, I am merely a mutant, and I locally emulate celebrities subconsciousness in my brain and ask them questions in my head and laugh a little, at their humorous responses. It’s entertaining, really; chatting with people in this way. Perhaps then, I am merely a mutant, and will come, in time, to accept this. I guess nobody is in my mind at all.

Advance, march!


To Arms! For Art’s Sake!

Your artist friend.

The End Of The American Century

Coming off one of the worst year since World War 2, with 500,000+ Americans dead, and their economy reeling, the end of the American Century is at hand. And you can thank the likes of Donald Trump!

To the Republicans who tried to steal an election: shame on you!

Will the Americans now embrace their world no.2 status as the Chinese economy ramps up? Apparently there used to be a new billionaire every week in China. Now it’s a new billionaire in China every 2-3 days.

Or will America force a conflict with China – while they still can?

What do y’all think?