Another visit from the police

The police have been banging on my door again. I refused to let them in. I am all alone here with no witnesses. I cannot do that.

“Can you come out here and talk to us then?” – Yeah, right. After last time I have learned a lot. If I was in a public area, they would cart me off in a second.

I say “Go away”, and go about my business.

After a few minutes they bang on my door again and say, “We’re going now. Just to let you know the authorities are going to be coming round to take care of you”.

What does that mean? They are going to ‘take care of me’ are they? Somehow I don’t think that is going to be in my favour. I am going to be in prison very soon.

Please can all that read this blog remember that I have been begging for help for years and all I have got has been abuse. I am not sick, I am not a criminal; all I want is to be allowed to work on equal terms with everyone else. I am being locked up for wanting to work.

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

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.

THIS BLOG HAS NOW CLOSED

Website visits from government secure internet gateway

I have only been checking web stats intra-day for the last week or so as I have been pushing my quest for justice. Normally, I just check first thing in the morning over coffee. However, today I have just spotted visits to both my personal site and to this blog from someone in London using the Government’s secure internet gateway. IP Address: 62.25.109.197 – Hello, whoever you are.

I expect that I’ll get another visit from the police later and be abducted from my home like they did before. This time I don’t think there is any chance I will survive for more than a few hours.

If they really want to solve the problem then why not do what I have asked for repeatedly: talk to me properly and not after the police have beaten me up or the doctors have drugged me.

Radical isn’t it. They would say I have unrealistic expectations. Oh well, that is the way of government these days. Theft, betrayal, lies, abuse, violence are all legitimate tools for them. I have been on the receiving end of all of them.

Don’t let us forget my crime that is at the core of all this: I wanted to work.

Clearly the government believes that such desires are deviant and dangerous. Anyone who harbours such delusions must be severely dealt with.

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

Updates

03Aug 12:00, My lunchtime check of my visitor stats has revealed a couple of interest entries. Two of the Solicitors (Bindman’s and Fisher Meredith) that I approached to ask for assistance and who claimed to be ‘too busy’ have made visits. They are ‘too busy’ to actually help someone in desperate need, but not ‘too busy’ to surf the blog of the poor soul that they refused to help.

I challenge Iain Duncan Smith to meet me

Nothing will come of this I know.

To: admin@centreforsocialjustice.org.uk

I have a challenge for you. Study my case with an open mind and try to understand.

Rather than write a long e-mail that you will never read may I simply say that I have been through hell and am at the stage when I have nothing left to lose anymore. I genuinely do think that death is my only option.

Briefly, I was formally a very successful freelance IT professional before the Labour government destroyed my livelihood. I have never recovered from what they did to me. This was not for the want of effort, I have tried to get help from everyone I could possibly think of. Every one of them has refused to help.

Unfortunately the Fixated Threat Assessment Centre (FTAC) have become involved and now things are far, far worse. I cannot get healthcare, I cannot get legal representation, I cannot get parliamentary representation, I cannot get protection under the law, I am excluded from earning a living. I am denied things that most people consider basic rights.

I cannot go on living like this. I have a slogan: All I wanted to do was to have earned a living in peace. I hate existing on benefits that will be withdrawn at any time. I have only ever wanted to work.

If I cannot be allowed to work again, may I at least be allowed to die as I describe in my blog.

If you are genuinely interested in social justice then please can we have a meeting to discuss what has been done to me?

If his group has any genuine interest in Social Justice he will meet with me. I can calmly and rationally present a case that shows that I have been subject to horrendous abuse by the state.

I have had my livelihood stolen, denied access to social benefits and housing, denied access to healthcare, denied protection under the rule of law, denied parliamentary representation, and denied access to legal advice and representation. These things are considered rights by most people. However, it is perfectly alright that I cannot have access to them.

None of the schemes that are presented in his latest report will do anything for me; and I doubt that they will for anyone else either. If this group talks to people like me who have seen what actually goes on and have the ability to analyse and formulate solutions then there will be far greater progress.

All that will happen by enacting the schemes described will be deep, widespread suffering and resentment that will probably be expressed through violence. Savings in one budget will be offset by greater spending in other areas. Genuine savings can only be achieved by doing proper research using people who have practical experience.

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

Euthanasia for the terminally unemployed

Earlier today this blog had a visit from a post I made on AnnaRacoons Blog about Euthanasia for the terminally unemployed. I believe that it should be available more than ever. I think it is cruel to make people continue to live on when there is no chance that they will ever be allowed to have any satisfaction in life at any level. Our only choice is suicide, but there the prospects are grim. Doing physical damage to oneself is painful with the high probability of it not being successful and having to continue in a worse state. I’ve made attempts, obviously failed, and it is the fear of failing again that has prevented me from trying again; up until now.. If successful, the remains may lay undiscovered for some considerable amount of time; it would in my case.

Western culture frowns upon suicide and will punish those that want to cease to exist by imprisoning them. Having spent sometime at the hands of such people I can assure everyone that it is worse than dying. The never ending emptiness of ones life, with nothing to do, nothing to read, nobody to talk to except your jailers, or other prisoners who although nice, were mainly very highly disturbed, and often had learning difficulties. The cleaners did their best to maintain standards, but the other patients reduced the ward to a state of disgusting squalor. I had to endure this emptiness for months on end, without any hope of change. I will never go through that again.

I am not allowed to have a life that is in anyway comparable to the standards that others expect. What is more, I am not allowed to know why. I wish I understood the logic by which this world works. Nobody, except me, thinks that there is anything wrong. In that case, you can keep it, I want no more to do with it.

There is a scene in the classic film Soylent Green that would suit me fine. In this story euthanasia is encouraged and people are treated with some modicum of dignity at their end. I clearly cannot continue, so can I have at least some dignity in death and be allowed to die like this. The alternatives for me are to die alone and let my body rot until the stench becomes unpleasant to the neighbours, or I could do something in public and inconvenience many people.

A nice bit of Beethoven, some pleasant images (can I have Caribbean scenes please) and something to peacefully end life would be nice. Dump the body in the incinerator with the rest of the waste will be fine.

Here we go again.

I've just spotted a police van out side. And there we go ... a knock on my door. Just has a calm chat. "Bla, Bla, Bla..... Good night", says I. Plod, "OK, were going now." and off they wander. Outside the look up to my flat and then get inside their van. The wait there for 15 mins, but have now driven off. Pointless.

Yet another policeman banging on my door

I just ignored it. After a while they went away.

Gentlemen, I am not going to talk to you. You cannot intimidate me by your visits.

If you want to resolve this issue then rethink what you are doing. Let me have the same rights as everyone else. Let me have protection under the law. Let me have access to proper healthcare. Let me have access to legal representation. Let me have access to political representation. LET ME WORK!

I know, they are outrageous and unrealistic expectations.

Updates

28 Jul 20:20 - There is a police car and an ambulance waiting just up the street. I think they may be for me.

28 Jul 20:27 - The ambulance has driven off, but the police car is still there.

28 Jul 20:37- The police car has gone now. I expect they will be banging on my door in the early hours again.