Thursday, 18 February 2010

Joe Stack (1956-2010)

I can identify with the words left by Joe Stack. One day soon you will see words like these on this blog from me.
If you’re reading this, you’re no doubt asking yourself, “Why did this have to happen?” The simple truth is that it is complicated and has been coming for a long time. The writing process, started many months ago, was intended to be therapy in the face of the looming realization that there isn’t enough therapy in the world that can fix what is really broken. Needless to say, this rant could fill volumes with example after example if I would let it. I find the process of writing it frustrating, tedious, and probably pointless… especially given my gross inability to gracefully articulate my thoughts in light of the storm raging in my head. Exactly what is therapeutic about that I’m not sure, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

We are all taught as children that without laws there would be no society, only anarchy. Sadly, starting at early ages we in this country have been brainwashed to believe that, in return for our dedication and service, our government stands for justice for all. We are further brainwashed to believe that there is freedom in this place, and that we should be ready to lay our lives down for the noble principals represented by its founding fathers. Remember? One of these was “no taxation without representation”. I have spent the total years of my adulthood unlearning that crap from only a few years of my childhood. These days anyone who really stands up for that principal is promptly labeled a “crackpot”, traitor and worse.

While very few working people would say they haven’t had their fair share of taxes (as can I), in my lifetime I can say with a great degree of certainty that there has never been a politician cast a vote on any matter with the likes of me or my interests in mind. Nor, for that matter, are they the least bit interested in me or anything I have to say.

Why is it that a handful of thugs and plunderers can commit unthinkable atrocities (and in the case of the GM executives, for scores of years) and when it’s time for their gravy train to crash under the weight of their gluttony and overwhelming stupidity, the force of the full federal government has no difficulty coming to their aid within days if not hours? Yet at the same time, the joke we call the American medical system, including the drug and insurance companies, are murdering tens of thousands of people a year and stealing from the corpses and victims they cripple, and this country’s leaders don’t see this as important as bailing out a few of their vile, rich cronies. Yet, the political “representatives” (thieves, liars, and self-serving scumbags is far more accurate) have endless time to sit around for year after year and debate the state of the “terrible health care problem”. It’s clear they see no crisis as long as the dead people don’t get in the way of their corporate profits rolling in.

And justice?

You’ve got to be kidding! How can any rational individual explain that white elephant conundrum in the middle of our tax system and, indeed, our entire legal system? Here we have a system that is, by far, too complicated for the brightest of the master scholars to understand. Yet, it mercilessly “holds accountable” its victims, claiming that they’re responsible for fully complying with laws not even the experts understand. The law “requires” a signature on the bottom of a tax filing; yet no one can say truthfully that they understand what they are signing; if that’s not “duress” than what is. If this is not the measure of a totalitarian regime, nothing is.

How did I get here?

My introduction to the real American nightmare starts back in the early ‘80s. Unfortunately after more than 16 years of school, somewhere along the line I picked up the absurd, pompous notion that I could read and understand plain English. Some friends introduced me to a group of people who were having ‘tax code’ readings and discussions. In particular, zeroed in on a section relating to the wonderful “exemptions” that make institutions like the vulgar, corrupt Catholic Church so incredibly wealthy. We carefully studied the law (with the help of some of the “best”, high-paid, experienced tax lawyers in the business), and then began to do exactly what the “big boys” were doing (except that we weren’t steeling from our congregation or lying to the government about our massive profits in the name of God). We took a great deal of care to make it all visible, following all of the rules, exactly the way the law said it was to be done.

The intent of this exercise and our efforts was to bring about a much-needed re-evaluation of the laws that allow the monsters of organized religion to make such a mockery of people who earn an honest living. However, this is where I learned that there are two “interpretations” for every law; one for the very rich, and one for the rest of us… Oh, and the monsters are the very ones making and enforcing the laws; the inquisition is still alive and well today in this country.

That little lesson in patriotism cost me $40,000+, 10 years of my life, and set my retirement plans back to 0. It made me realize for the first time that I live in a country with an ideology that is based on a total and complete lie. It also made me realize, not only how naive I had been, but also the incredible stupidity of the American public; that they buy, hook, line, and sinker, the crap about their “freedom”… and that they continue to do so with eyes closed in the face of overwhelming evidence and all that keeps happening in front of them.

Before even having to make a shaky recovery from the sting of the first lesson on what justice really means in this country (around 1984 after making my way through engineering school and still another five years of “paying my dues”), I felt I finally had to take a chance of launching my dream of becoming an independent engineer.

On the subjects of engineers and dreams of independence, I should digress somewhat to say that I’m sure that I inherited the fascination for creative problem solving from my father. I realized this at a very young age.

The significance of independence, however, came much later during my early years of college; at the age of 18 or 19 when I was living on my own as student in an apartment in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. My neighbor was an elderly retired woman (80+ seemed ancient to me at that age) who was the widowed wife of a retired steel worker. Her husband had worked all his life in the steel mills of central Pennsylvania with promises from big business and the union that, for his 30 years of service, he would have a pension and medical care to look forward to in his retirement. Instead he was one of the thousands who got nothing because the incompetent mill management and corrupt union (not to mention the government) raided their pension funds and stole their retirement. All she had was social security to live on.

In retrospect, the situation was laughable because here I was living on peanut butter and bread (or Ritz crackers when I could afford to splurge) for months at a time. When I got to know this poor figure and heard her story I felt worse for her plight than for my own (I, after all, I thought I had everything to in front of me). I was genuinely appalled at one point, as we exchanged stories and commiserated with each other over our situations, when she in her grandmotherly fashion tried to convince me that I would be “healthier” eating cat food (like her) rather than trying to get all my substance from peanut butter and bread. I couldn’t quite go there, but the impression was made. I decided that I didn’t trust big business to take care of me, and that I would take responsibility for my own future and myself.

Return to the early ‘80s, and here I was off to a terrifying start as a ‘wet-behind-the-ears’ contract software engineer… and two years later, thanks to the fine backroom, midnight effort by the sleazy executives of Arthur Andersen (the very same folks who later brought us Enron and other such calamities) and an equally sleazy New York Senator (Patrick Moynihan), we saw the passage of 1986 tax reform act with its section 1706.

For you who are unfamiliar, here is the core text of the IRS Section 1706, defining the treatment of workers (such as contract engineers) for tax purposes. Visit this link for a conference committee report ( regarding the intended interpretation of Section 1706 and the relevant parts of Section 530, as amended. For information on how these laws affect technical services workers and their clients, read our discussion here (


(a) IN GENERAL - Section 530 of the Revenue Act of 1978 is amended by adding at the end thereof the following new subsection:

(d) EXCEPTION. - This section shall not apply in the case of an individual who pursuant to an arrangement between the taxpayer and another person, provides services for such other person as an engineer, designer, drafter, computer programmer, systems analyst, or other similarly skilled worker engaged in a similar line of work.

(b) EFFECTIVE DATE. - The amendment made by this section shall apply to remuneration paid and services rendered after December 31, 1986.


· “another person” is the client in the traditional job-shop relationship.

· “taxpayer” is the recruiter, broker, agency, or job shop.

· “individual”, “employee”, or “worker” is you.

Admittedly, you need to read the treatment to understand what it is saying but it’s not very complicated. The bottom line is that they may as well have put my name right in the text of section (d). Moreover, they could only have been more blunt if they would have came out and directly declared me a criminal and non-citizen slave. Twenty years later, I still can’t believe my eyes.

During 1987, I spent close to $5000 of my ‘pocket change’, and at least 1000 hours of my time writing, printing, and mailing to any senator, congressman, governor, or slug that might listen; none did, and they universally treated me as if I was wasting their time. I spent countless hours on the L.A. freeways driving to meetings and any and all of the disorganized professional groups who were attempting to mount a campaign against this atrocity. This, only to discover that our efforts were being easily derailed by a few moles from the brokers who were just beginning to enjoy the windfall from the new declaration of their “freedom”. Oh, and don’t forget, for all of the time I was spending on this, I was loosing income that I couldn’t bill clients.

After months of struggling it had clearly gotten to be a futile exercise. The best we could get for all of our trouble is a pronouncement from an IRS mouthpiece that they weren’t going to enforce that provision (read harass engineers and scientists). This immediately proved to be a lie, and the mere existence of the regulation began to have its impact on my bottom line; this, of course, was the intended effect.

Again, rewind my retirement plans back to 0 and shift them into idle. If I had any sense, I clearly should have left abandoned engineering and never looked back.

Instead I got busy working 100-hour workweeks. Then came the L.A. depression of the early 1990s. Our leaders decided that they didn’t need the all of those extra Air Force bases they had in Southern California, so they were closed; just like that. The result was economic devastation in the region that rivaled the widely publicized Texas S&L fiasco. However, because the government caused it, no one gave a shit about all of the young families who lost their homes or street after street of boarded up houses abandoned to the wealthy loan companies who received government funds to “shore up” their windfall. Again, I lost my retirement.

Years later, after weathering a divorce and the constant struggle trying to build some momentum with my business, I find myself once again beginning to finally pick up some speed. Then came the .COM bust and the 911 nightmare. Our leaders decided that all aircraft were grounded for what seemed like an eternity; and long after that, ‘special’ facilities like San Francisco were on security alert for months. This made access to my customers prohibitively expensive. Ironically, after what they had done the Government came to the aid of the airlines with billions of our tax dollars … as usual they left me to rot and die while they bailed out their rich, incompetent cronies WITH MY MONEY! After these events, there went my business but not quite yet all of my retirement and savings.

By this time, I’m thinking that it might be good for a change. Bye to California, I’ll try Austin for a while. So I moved, only to find out that this is a place with a highly inflated sense of self-importance and where damn little real engineering work is done. I’ve never experienced such a hard time finding work. The rates are 1/3 of what I was earning before the crash, because pay rates here are fixed by the three or four large companies in the area who are in collusion to drive down prices and wages… and this happens because the justice department is all on the take and doesn’t give a fuck about serving anyone or anything but themselves and their rich buddies.

To survive, I was forced to cannibalize my savings and retirement, the last of which was a small IRA. This came in a year with mammoth expenses and not a single dollar of income. I filed no return that year thinking that because I didn’t have any income there was no need. The sleazy government decided that they disagreed. But they didn’t notify me in time for me to launch a legal objection so when I attempted to get a protest filed with the court I was told I was no longer entitled to due process because the time to file ran out. Bend over for another $10,000 helping of justice.

So now we come to the present. After my experience with the CPA world, following the business crash I swore that I’d never enter another accountant’s office again. But here I am with a new marriage and a boatload of undocumented income, not to mention an expensive new business asset, a piano, which I had no idea how to handle. After considerable thought I decided that it would be irresponsible NOT to get professional help; a very big mistake.

When we received the forms back I was very optimistic that they were in order. I had taken all of the years information to XXXX XXXX, and he came back with results very similar to what I was expecting. Except that he had neglected to include the contents of Sheryl’s unreported income; $12,700 worth of it. To make matters worse, XXXX knew all along this was missing and I didn’t have a clue until he pointed it out in the middle of the audit. By that time it had become brutally evident that he was representing himself and not me.

This left me stuck in the middle of this disaster trying to defend transactions that have no relationship to anything tax-related (at least the tax-related transactions were poorly documented). Things I never knew anything about and things my wife had no clue would ever matter to anyone. The end result is… well, just look around. I remember reading about the stock market crash before the “great” depression and how there were wealthy bankers and businessmen jumping out of windows when they realized they screwed up and lost everything. Isn’t it ironic how far we’ve come in 60 years in this country that they now know how to fix that little economic problem; they just steal from the middle class (who doesn’t have any say in it, elections are a joke) to cover their asses and it’s “business-as-usual”. Now when the wealthy fuck up, the poor get to die for the mistakes… isn’t that a clever, tidy solution.

As government agencies go, the FAA is often justifiably referred to as a tombstone agency, though they are hardly alone. The recent presidential puppet GW Bush and his cronies in their eight years certainly reinforced for all of us that this criticism rings equally true for all of the government. Nothing changes unless there is a body count (unless it is in the interest of the wealthy sows at the government trough). In a government full of hypocrites from top to bottom, life is as cheap as their lies and their self-serving laws.

I know I’m hardly the first one to decide I have had all I can stand. It has always been a myth that people have stopped dying for their freedom in this country, and it isn’t limited to the blacks, and poor immigrants. I know there have been countless before me and there are sure to be as many after. But I also know that by not adding my body to the count, I insure nothing will change. I choose to not keep looking over my shoulder at “big brother” while he strips my carcass, I choose not to ignore what is going on all around me, I choose not to pretend that business as usual won’t continue; I have just had enough.

I can only hope that the numbers quickly get too big to be white washed and ignored that the American zombies wake up and revolt; it will take nothing less. I would only hope that by striking a nerve that stimulates the inevitable double standard, knee-jerk government reaction that results in more stupid draconian restrictions people wake up and begin to see the pompous political thugs and their mindless minions for what they are. Sadly, though I spent my entire life trying to believe it wasn’t so, but violence not only is the answer, it is the only answer. The cruel joke is that the really big chunks of shit at the top have known this all along and have been laughing, at and using this awareness against, fools like me all along.

I saw it written once that the definition of insanity is repeating the same process over and over and expecting the outcome to suddenly be different. I am finally ready to stop this insanity. Well, Mr. Big Brother IRS man, let’s try something different; take my pound of flesh and sleep well.

The communist creed: From each according to his ability, to each according to his need.

The capitalist creed: From each according to his gullibility, to each according to his greed.

Joe Stack (1956-2010)"

Sunday, 7 February 2010

I give up

Nothing works.

Things can only get worse, a lot worse.

There is no hope.

You must understand that what has happened to me could happen to anyone of you at any time.

All I ever wanted to do was to have earned a living in peace.

Thursday, 4 February 2010

I am trying to get a solicitor ++ UPDATED ++

Given that I am expecting to be detained again at any time, I thought it prudent to see if I can arrange legal representation beforehand. So I am beginning to contact solicitors.

My previous solicitors have proved to be unreliable. The Mental Health sector seems too dominated by those with Labour sympathies. They also take the contents of the medical records as being the truth and will not consider that the details may be biased, or false. Once the FTAC gets mentioned then there seems to be an assumption of guilt.

Last night I emailed one well known firm enquiring if they would represent me. They have the required experience as they advertise the fact on their website which boasts about notable clients. I know that they have read the e-mail because I got a read receipt. I know that they have been to this blog as I can see their visit in the logs. However, they have chosen not to respond. I will give them the rest of the day before outing them.

Tomorrow, I will try another firm, but I expect the same response. This is the world I live in. A hostile government. Denied any means of earning a living. Denied political representation. Denied medical treatment. Denied legal representation. Why is this acceptable to all but a few?

I am at a loss as to what I can do. All I get from people is the platitude ‘stuff happens, live with it and move on’. The point is, I cannot move on; I am trapped in this nightmare without any means of escape. I have done nothing to warrant this. I am just a random drive-by victim.

All I ever wanted to do was to earn a living in peace.


The firm that I tried to contact was Bindmans.

To recap:

  • I send an email at 21:30 on 3 February and received a delivery receipt.
  • A read-receipt was received at 10:13 on 4 February from Linda McGivern []
  • My server logs show a visit to this blog from someone at Bindmans at 10:24
  • No response was received from them
  • A reminder/request for explanation was sent at 15:37 which has generated no response.

On the home page of their website they use they boast “...ethical positioning and moral commitment of a standard civil liberties practice with the quality of the Magic Circle”. Maybe this should be subject to some qualification.

I am in desperate need of help; my complaint is sound and has ample supporting evidence. One can only speculate as to the reasons why a firm such as Bindmans would refuse to get involved. I expect this will happen with everyone else I try.

UPDATE II (06 Feb 10)

This morning I received a letter from Mr Paul Ridge of Bindmans Solicitors claiming that the reason why they cannot take on my case is because of capacity problems.

It doesn’t stop them from defending notorious murderers and rapists, self proclaimed seditionists, and the traitors, fraudsters and thieves in the Houses of Parliament.

However, an innocent victim of this government that has had his livelihood stolen, been refused help that he is legally entitled to and unlawfully imprisoned cannot get any help. Are they saying that it is fine to abduct someone and lock them in a mental hospital? Corruptly section them without any proper evidence? For doctors to subject someone to what is degrading treatment in anybody’s judgement and could be considered torture? To begin to forcibly drug someone after four months of doing nothing just so they can justify the continued imprisonment?

We have a country that treats fraudsters, thieves, rapists and murders better that those that are innocent and just want to work and produce a large net benefit to the country.

Wednesday, 3 February 2010

More Labour dirty trick and vindictiveness

The dirty tricks department of the Labour government are trying to make me homeless again. They have dragged up a disputed rent overlap from four years ago and a pursuing payment. I was placed in a temporary flat while I was applying for permanent a place. When I was allocated on it was at year end. I was given only a few weeks to move in. The place was disgustingly filthy and I had no furniture whatsoever. I made an application for a grant but these things take time to process because to the laziness and incompetence of the staff. I had no option but to stay where I was.

In the end I was given no option; I had to leave where I was and move in despite not having anything. There was a period when the overlap was disputed, but that went away. I presumed that the matter had been settled.

Now, four years later, they have brought up this so-called debt again. I do not believe that I owe them any money at all. I certainly do not have the funds or assets to pay them.

This is obviously a bit of vindictive dirty tricks. I have asked for the date and location of the court hearing. I will publish them on this blog. I will attempt to defend myself, but if I fail then I will kill myself in front of everyone. Although I would have taken my own life, it will be another murder by the Labour government.

For the attention of Mr Abdul Tarekh (020 7364 7465) of Tower Hamlets council: you are a collaborator with this evil government; you have blood on your hands.

It is such a waste that could easily be settled. All I ever wanted to do was to earn a living in peace.

Tuesday, 2 February 2010

Ministry of propaganda pays FTAC Watch blog a visit.

Yesterday we were blessed with a comment from someone going by the moniker ‘Jethro’ who said, ‘what is wrong with the idea of the FTAC? Doesn't a stable society that desores [sic] safety and security need a body that keeps an eye on individuals that pose a threat to others?'

As it happens, I was checking my stats as the same time. I spotted someone from the Houses of Parliament (IP address: was in the log and to my surprise, the time stamps match. Spotting that I may be in for a bit of abuse and dirty tricks from the government, I apprehensively published the comment.

It could not go without a response so I replied, ‘The FTAC has got nothing to do with the safety of society but the security of MP's. It is also used to silence anyone who speaks against the government.

The ‘Jethro’ character tried to make a comment that was just a bit of cut ‘n paste from the standard propaganda about the FTAC and has been covered on this blog anyway, so I deleted that one. He also added, “Yes, I do work in Parliament - there's nothing I have to hide. Are you the person who sends faxes to the offices of MPs (about the FTAC) almost every day?” Do you see what he has done there? He is trying to paint me as a compulsive fanatic. He knows perfectly well that I am not the person that sends faxes, if such a person exists. For a start, I have no means of sending any faxes. He could easily trace where the faxes come from; most have the number at the top. All attempts I have made to contact MPs have been recorded on this blog and fully identify me and refer to this site.

He also said, “Do MPs not deserve safety and security too? Sadly there are mentally ill people in the world, and organisations like FTAC have to exist to stop some of these people crossing the line between 'mentally ill' and 'danger to people's lives'.” My response was “Everyone deserves to live safely and that includes innocent people trying to make a living without the state arbitrarily stealing their livelihood without providing any help finding an alternative way of supporting themselves.

I am just a victim who would like his life back. I have BEGGED for years to be allowed to earn a living, but have been refused help every time. In the end the FTAC sent the police round to abduct me and lock me up. Once held in hospital ‘doctor’ Jonsson contrived any excuse to keep me locked up none of which were valid.

I went on to say, "Let me make this offer here in public. I am willing to be subjected to any tests you want to establish the state of my mental health, provided those tests are done by someone from outside the NHS, preferably from another country. I am confident that they will not support the fraudulent diagnosis of ‘doctor’ Jonsson. If they do support him then you can do with me what you like (execution please). However, if they support me then I would like my life back in full and those that would imprison me to be imprisoned themselves.
Jethro, if you have any honour in your soul, I BEG you to contact the appropriate ministers in the Home office, DWP and NHS to arrange a meeting with me so that I can make my case that I have been injured by the policies of this government and the behaviour of these departments

I know that my message has been read as I have checked the stats and there was a visit from the Houses of Parliament at 1:36pm today checking the comments. It will come as a surprise to nobody to hear that I have not gotten any response to my offer.

This is the culture of government in the UK. They would rather brand people and ‘mentally ill’ and have them locked up than risk having them be able to prove that they have been a victim of government policy and incompetence.

As I keep saying: All I ever wanted to do was to earn a living in peace.

Monday, 1 February 2010

Euthanasia for the terminally unemployed

This post is not just a bit self-indulgent self-pity, but an exploration of where things could go. The Telegraph today reports that 80% support assisted suicide. Sir Terry Pratchett is suggesting assisted suicide tribunals. I actually do believe in allowing assisted suicides for the terminally ill. However, there are many dangers that it could be abused. Given the behaviour of the Labour government, it can be guaranteed that it will.

Euthanasia for the terminally unemployed, like me, should be available. For many of those without a job there is no chance that they will ever work again.

For some this may be because they are sick or feckless. Many are older where the employers prefer young staff. Some are surplus to requirements because of changing demand. Others may be displaced because the jobs have been sold or negotiated away by the government as in the case of IT staff.

No money is to be spent on them because either the cost to bring them up to employable standards would be too great or they are of the wrong demographic and are unlikely to support the government.

The outlook for those that are terminally unemployed is that they will remain in poverty for the rest of their lives and continue to be a burden on the state. For some this can be for 40 or 50 years. As poorer people, they will also be a greater drain on the health services as well as inevitable criminals.

To relieve the personal suffering of these people and to reduce the burden on the state it would be helpful if the opportunity to end their lives was made available.

I would welcome the opportunity of being helped to die. I find that I cannot do it on my own. I would rather die with minimal pain, distress and in a dignified way where the results can be cleaned up with little fuss (burn me with the rest of the clinical waste will do fine). The alternative is that I do it alone at home, in pain and with the distinct possibility of great suffering as I try to get it right. I live alone without any contact with anyone so my body will not be discovered until it is in an advanced state of decay.

Of course, I would rather live and be a productive member of society. If I was allowed to work, I would be a higher rate tax payer too. However, the government has other ideas and I am now permanently excluded from working. I am condemned to spend the rest of my life in poverty and squalor. The only alternatives the government has for me is some form of prison either regular or mental.