Monday, 9 August 2010

My quest for justice is over

I have failed – there can be none.

My MP refuses to help, like her predecessor. I cannot get a solicitor to help me. Those organisations that are supposed to help (such as MIND, CAB, etc) refuse too. I cannot get healthcare. Far from protection by the police, I am subject to harassment by them (such as 2am visits banging loudly on my door to wake up the neighbours, etc). I am excluded from being allowed to earn a living.

What shall I do now?

I don’t have any plans in place yet. However, it will inevitably involve my death; I do not have a choice. I cannot continue to exist like this; what I have to endure exceeds what any rational being would regard as acceptable. I am not asking to be given anything; I just want to be allowed to work.

The real question is by what means shall my life end and how will others be involved. I don’t know the answer just yet, but I expect it to be very messy and probably a bit disruptive.

Should those that I blame for my ‘misfortune’ feel endangered?

It’s a good job that ‘doctor’ Ferdinand Jonsson identified that all the skills, experience and knowledge that I have gained in over fifty years was all a delusion, otherwise I could be very dangerous. Every one of you can rest easy in the knowledge that Jonsson’s diagnosis was flawless; based as it was on well researched evidence and correct procedures.

The documentary evidence from independent sources that backs up my story and contradicts his is nothing to be concerned about.

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