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13 03 21 Hacking Problems , a firm statement about personal legal history and my Father's dying Explanatio! Emended: 14 07 21, 23 07 21 & 10 12 21 ) Other Emendations 31 12 21 & 15 01 22 Apologies if it might seem overdue to be making an entry for the New Year but I'm still plagued with technical problems it seems fair to blame on hacking. The last update I made to the Site took me six hours of faffing around to upload something that should have taken no more than a half hour with text disappearing in front of my eyes even as I worked. I've taken a lot of trouble to keep copies of stuff over the years in case of Computer failure for one reason or another, but had never imagined that the Site would be completely lost for any reason and these two things happened at around the same time in 2018. There are perhaps several distinct subject areas which have as it were emerged from the narrative and what is perhaps firstly relevantly of the suggestion, comment or observation that after a manner of speaking, the Late Great Barbara Windsor might have been a witting audience to the events I have described in a continued extrapolation of the fact in 2004 I started finding 'discovered memories' about having met the Kray Twins assumedly in the role of Drug Debt Collectors in about 66 I'd say it was, and realised that by the time I was six years of age when my Father had recently moved to take up a Job as Assistant Borough Librarian in a Northumbrian Mining Town, I had so to speak been brainwashed into a state of mind that had absolutely no memories of infancy. The fact of recalling an encounter with the Twins at less than three years of age explained much of a rather dystopian childhood: what was of the fact that my Father was in a bit of a state of denial about various aspects of this such as the fact I couldn't hear things properly in later schooldays, and that some perceived association with the Twins who had doomed themselves after having briefly become some sort of establishment darlings in the later sixties, explains quite well why odd characters went out of their way to try and interest me in petty crime at Secondary School.It arguably doesn't make much sense to start again in relating further details on a new or separate document in that the casual reader is likely to get lost or become bored with overcomplexity, but given that it is the case that the facts I have sought to discuss in relation to my personal familial and legal history seem highly significant in explaining the hostility displayed toward me by the County's Legal Establishment, I thought it sufficiently so, as to merit a fresh Weblog. For instance I have recently mentioned that I have had nothing to do with what is termed Social Media to date, despite the fact it might well be quite likely to provide some significant assistance in the legal suits I seek to advance. What is of remarking that I have had little Income during the time I have been seeking to use the Internet to further my complaints about Lawyers from the mid nineties, and that I simply can't afford to pay professionals to enquire into my hacking problems or buy new software and given the enormous time and concentration I have spent on IT in the last quarter of a century, neither do I really have the reserves of mental capacity to engage in fresh learning projects without at least some access to Further Education or Professional Tuition which I haven't had since 1993. When I first realised in 2004 that I was having flashbacks to meeting the Krays in the presumed role of debt collectors and that the fact obviously went with a nasty scar I found/noticed on my lower right palm in 1970, I did record the fact on my Weblog. What is of recalling that some time relatively soon thereafter I noted an article in one of the major dailies in which Ray Winstone related that he had peed on Ronnie Kray when he was a toddler and the story is now on his Wikipaedia entry. So despite the fact I haven't looked into how I might be able to link my Weblogs into Social Media Platforms, they may have been noted by influential and possibly interested parties such as Mr Winstone, it may be the case that remark of his may have specifically ensued from what was uploaded subsequent to 2004, and the fact I found myself going over the events of the late sixties in quite some detail as Dame Barbara passed away in the depths of last Winter may also be meaningful. Whilst this may seem like an irrelevant sort of aside what is of reiterating that longstanding complaints about the behaviour of Lawyers don't really tend to elicit the magnitude and frequency of Hacking attacks I am increasingly plagued with. I tend to assume this to be the consequence of some wider social and political implications rather than the fact of some person or persons attempting to foul up attempts to compose complaints against a Lawyer.
 What was of the remark that I am the subject of the discussion here and that Ronnie Knights's rueful expression refers to the fact it seems Reg has just commenced asset stripping my Father for his actions in constraining my Mother into the tedious legality of a youthful marriage: I think he's still alive actually. Among the remarks that ought to be added to what has gone before includes the comment that Ronnie had gotten the hump up about what had been said to them that night and that this explains his partial attempt to distance himself from Reggie's arrangements, in for instance making his own Nigerian investments where he did get ripped off.
I think part of the reasoning that went into this was some contemporary discussion of the cost of the War and what was really British conversation in view, among other things, of the putative fact that Nazis on the run are clearly in some respects an unhelpful audience to the antics of the Twins who were of significantly Jewish descent. I had overheard Reggie breathing his last with some clarity in the late nineties and had at the time put it down to the fact that someone who is presumably a descendant of one of the Twins was working at a local Council run sports facility where I was then a regular Patron/Customer. I read somewhere recently that Dame Barbara's IQ test results were among the best handful in London for her year so the image of a Dumb Cockney Blonde was something of a deception, and what was left of her disease ravaged mind may have been seeking to discern the unravelling of key social and political events from the mid sixtiesish, may even have seen or had an interest in this site. What is of restating that whilst very few would argue that there is any good way to die, degenerative diseases are a horrible humiliating affliction which gradually rob the individual of humanity and identity. I recently ran across a retired Soldier whose wife had Alzheimer's, he himself has Lung Cancer but the advancement of her condition meant that she had to be housed in a separate home. I had become during the last few years or so quite well acquainted with someone else who lived in the Retired Brigadier (no less) Lung Cancer sufferer's home so I got to hear a lot about how he was driving him over to see his Wife each day, and about the nature of her condition. The point is to say that we all have to die and no doubt some ways of so doing are more painful and unpleasant than others, but degenerative diseases have this awful trick of destroying the mind and memory before the body and having to care for someone you've lived with all your life when they can no longer even recognise you seems the most cruel sort of demise.
So, I'm still in two minds about how to proceed with an extrapolation of the details of what these discovered memories add up to and I tend to think it firstly essential to establish a genuinely objective historical perspective on the social, political and economic realities of the post war era. Too much of what gets put about in respect for instance of the fact that to some extent black marketeering was quite unavoidable for even the most respectable persons, is ideologically motivated propaganda, and too many establishmentarian sycophants have evaded mention of tawdry facts about our proud civilisation such as the fact that twenty years after the War ended Businessmen in London were having to routinely pay Protection Money to Criminal Gangs in order to function. Off the top of my head I don't recall where the suggestion arose that Ronnie had been raped by his Social Worker at the age of about 14 (it could easily be a convenient fiction) but it seems logically explanatory of his aberrant social behaviour. It's fairly easy to tell them apart actually because Ronnie exhibits the swollen physiognomy of an individual afflicted with retardism. A good answer to the question or rather the statement that Reggie posed when I encountered him at the age of about thirty months insofar as he had said something about him being the wrong Twin to speak to if I wanted an easy time, is that the question as to whether whom is who or who is whom really significantly depends on whose head both their voices are in at any particular moment in time. If Babs had been trying to follow this evolving story she might have been anticipating such a deductive comment .....
There are numerous recollections continuing to bubble up through my tortured mind about meeting the Krays on perhaps more than one occasion and it seems apt to say Doctors and Mental Health People are appallingly maladroit and suspiciously motivated in describing me as having a Disordered Personality or being Paranoid and Schizoid as these discovered memories are unquestionably real. What is of the allegation this is a consequence of the fact too many persons associated with Ipswich Borough Council, The Labour Party and allied elements of the NHS, have become embroiled in the Cocaine Trade or perhaps rather trying to call shots over it, and/or the political discussion of Drug Prohibition in such a manner as they don't want examined by the Crown Prosecution Service and Right Wing political organisations: it being the case for instance these latter can far more easily conceal any sort of culpable such interest. What is for instance of the remark that the fact there are not insignificant numbers of indigent, even in this marginal Borough living very hand to mouth and poorer than I have been since the mid 2000's, isn't really my personal fault, and the suggestion I should personally be under some kind of compunction in respect of the fact is entirely specious. What is furthermore of the remark that if persons purporting to have some kind of altruistic concern for the poorest in the Town weren't involved in trying to call shots over a black market in controlled substances that there wouldn't be so many poverty racked statistics to worry about in the first place: or for that matter a worsening concomitant problem with violent crime. Among relevant conclusions is the recollection/suggestion that Reggie had put it about that he was doing me a favour and that he subsequently failed to talk his way out of trouble because he was found to have been rather in conversation with an older Cousin (relevant pictures and a few more details could be added). If I'm right even they were shocked at the rapacity my Mother displayed toward my Father's family once she had discovered the means to make herself into some kind of Underworld Demon and it is unfortunately the case their attack on the Richardson Gang seems like some attempt to convey to my Mother and her family that they weren't a load of Wussies: what is of the remark that the habitual use of narcotics can profoundly corrode the better part of any individual's personality. I'm still wondering who exactly it was that slashed my right palm with a razor blade when the money for Cocaine was running out and (no jest intended) there are only a handful of those who know still living. There are quite a few details need going over but as I say it's surely quite easy to believe that even a fairly righteous individual can behave that badly after a couple of years of regularly using a Narcotic Drug such as Cocaine especially one from an unstable or impoverished background. The last thing I recall saying to Reginald Kray was asking him why he wasn't dating my Father's Sister instead of taking my Mother away which he did, and I've since attributed this happening to the presence of first Cousins of my Father some of whom were then in their mid teens.
 Inserting these images here serves well the purpose of substantiating what I've said about my state of mind. What is of the fact that it seems to be the case these were taken by my Father some days after I recall meeting or seeing the Krays. I had been told to go to sleep and forget what I had seen and as I say didn't recall the fact until 2004. The picture on the left tends to show me goodthinkfully trying to forget and sort of subconsciously wondering why. The picture on the right tends to show Reggie Kray's voice and substantiate that he and Ron have recently gone off with my Mother and that they, have commenced undertaking some kind of asset stripping of my Father's family in that the Baby isn't really happy with his silly little plastic Car: I think Sam was probably one of Reggie's Couriers. The point isn't so much to rake of the coals of decades old criminal investigations but to substantiate that between 1966 and 2004, the fact I have learned at this critical point in infancy to forget the things I perceive and pretend I can hear properly has meant that my mind has tended to repeat the process and shut down my memory in critical situations as I have gotten older, and of course I very much tend to assert this has been mistaken for personal culpability. For instance when I was accused of shoplifting in December of 81 my mind had just blanked out when it should have been a very simple matter to have explained that whilst at the time I couldn't actually remember that my family had all been involved in some very dangerous sex and drug scandals: I was rather a confused victim struggling to remember what had happened to my own personal property than some kind of a scheming Thief. Make sense? There are several major subject areas presenting themselves and it seems increasingly appropriate to place relevant analysis and comment in separate documents instead of making a higgledy piggledy mish mash sort of ongoing narrative. 1 Domestic Situation The impossible chaos that is my home full of stuff I can't effectively sort without washing facilities eg the mail is about six years unattended. I do make intermittent attempts to confront the mass of paperwork and letters that arrive but anything unexpected tends to throw me right out of kilter and the sight of official letters can leave me paralysed with fear for months. I haven't had a clue what's happening with the Landlord for about ten years. He/they appeared to be referring to some arrangement with my Mother which I have clearly ruled out since the mid eighties: the most meaningful and concise comment I can think of is that my Father had listened to my Mother and he's already dead. The Council's Housing Allowance Section have as far as I can tell, completely ignored a simple conclusive refutation of the suggestion that arrangements I have engaged in (or sought to engage in for the sake of some convenience and stability) since I moved to my present address in 2010, are not entirely legal and above board because they are. I was basically getting ripped off rather than otherwise and I didn't have much choice but to try and make the best of a bad situation and struggle to make the place livable. Among other things what is of suggesting that it seems from what I can deduce from the attitude of relatives is the/a strong looking possibility that I was supposed to have inherited approaching £40 000 when my Mother's Sister Bernadette died in 2006 rather than the money being divided among her Siblings. This seems to fit the facts rather better in that as far as I know she had little or no contact with her other Relatives except my Mother. Whilst I can't say that I or any of my friends (so called friends) and acquaintances had actually personally been round to see her, what is of alleging that she had arguably after a manner of speaking extracted a fair bit of therapeutic attention thence over the years. The way my Mother describes her old friend Christina Singleton's Associates who had keys to her Property having set about burning documentation without her permission subsequent to Christina's death a couple of years ago, seems suggestive of her having done something similar herself with her Sister Bernadette's Papers in 2006. I had been and still am waiting for some responsible comment from Relatives, and Bernadette in particular, about the fact I had only just started recalling the events of the late sixties in 2004, it being the case that no-one seems to have realised this was the fact of the matter, perhaps neither of my natural parents did, and not one single person had then or has now vouchsafed any sort of comment despite the overwhelming imperative case that they should have once I had connected memories of the Krays with a nasty little scar on my right palm that I found myself musing over in 1970. I had last seen Bernadette walk past the horrible Flat I was stuck in about a couple of weeks before she died and the nod she gave me was meaningful looking in that sort of way: she was probably wrong about some of the deductions and assumptions she had made but there you are. If I didn't attend her Funeral it wasn't due to the suggestion or argument I was technically or legally the person who should have collected her goods and money and supervised her transition into the afterlife, but rather to the fact I require(d) my Mother's Partner to be firmly muzzled prior to any sort of interaction with him. The fact as I understand it the Funeral arranged by my Mother didn't turn out too well, does in fact tend to substantiate such an hypothesis. My Mother has now significantly scripted the deaths of her older Sister Bernie, my Father, and her old Schoolfriend Christina and the things that she says about these events seem increasingly sinister and nonsensical in too many respects. If I were using a computing metaphor I'd say that her upbringing has left her entirely devoid of psychological sub routines relating to social responsibility. That in itself is unsurprising given the reputation of Irish Orphanages but it does not constitute a legal excuse for the appalling destruction she has wrought on my life chances. It may well be that her Partner and his affinity have misled her into faulty courses of action but whenever she is reminded that she has not just a moral but a legal responsibility to relate the truth about certain matters, she just comes up with references as to how no-one had "done anything like that" for her as a child and about how her peer group never "had anything like this." The unfortunate fact is that this isn't 1981 or 1985, and without some immediate legal victories (somehow) I have little in the way of any sort of tolerable future that I can reasonably plan for, and am entirely dependent on the money she consistently ploughs into my affairs for any sort of relative dignity. Most of it has unfortunately been wasted owing to the fact firstly that she labours under oddly acquired misconceptions, eg I haven't wanted to live in the Borough since I was about twenty or so by which time it had simply become full of bad memories. It has taken years of frittering and being robbed before it has increasingly dawned on me that it's actually enough to think about planning some kind of serious strategy to escape the poverty trap: or at least it would be if she hadn't written off so much of my attempts to compose my own official existence with such self interested importunity. The money spent on my accommodation since I moved in 2010 has proved a particularly bad investment from everyone's point of view except that of perhaps the worst reputed Landlord in Town. If anything I am in a more confused and distressed state than when I first moved in, and the staggering amount of man hours I have spent without and within has been largely wasted because they haven't been followed up with proper maintenance despite various legitimate demands that they should. She has completely destroyed my ability to interact with the state by making ill advised, uninformed and unwanted approaches to Lawyers, Landlords, Politicians and Academics effecting a complete ruination of anything I have ever sought to achieve and, has never shown the slightest inclination to take even a scrap of notice of anything at all that is ever said to her: I remain convinced that the only kind of language she is capable of comprehending is the kind administered with a pickaxe handle. 2
Reiteration of illegal travesty of my Father's so called wedding in '83 and attendant circumstances with explanation of official misapprehension and the refusal of local Police to accept reports my paternal half brother had managed to steal pretty much everything in my Father's Estate on his death in 2008 after a breathtakingly destructive ten year reign of terror: to say this was suspiciously understated and misreported by Observers and (ir)responsible Officials is a howling exercise in understatement. This Article by Jon Austin in the Express from Feb 27th this year explains how the Home Secretary Priti Patel has been seeking to belittle the loss of thousands of Crime Records and blame out of date IT systems. If the Suffolk Force are anything to go by then they've probably just been making it up as they go along. In 2001 they had my details mixed up with those of my Father and contrary to what an increasingly right wing Press puts about, there was and is no-one I can complain to: I'm sure they can invent a few replacement records so why should the Public be concerned? 3 Some clarification of the Brexit situation in respect of general perceptions about the nature of contemporary Democracy; what is of asserting that just because I think Brexit might be good for me it doesn't necessarily mean that I think it's an entirely good thing. Whilst it significantly depends on One's view of Democracy as real or rhetorical, whatever else you might think, the UK's first past the post voting system is by first world standards dirty, dated and disreputable (more details sometime perhaps about how people feel abused and disconnected): the Tories got a Seat for every 43 000 votes in the last General Election and Labour for every 48 000 which is completely ridiculous.
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My hacking problems are continuing: this week I've found mocking text files on my Notebook describing an incident a couple of years ago with a Franco-German Neighbour, which relates to the fact that some other obviously questionably motivated nearby Resident called the Cops after I went outside to make a few passes with a replica 17th century Rapier I'd acquired. There wasn't quite space to swing it in the garden and I went to the top of the adjacent Street's T junction which was deserted at mid morning. He has related that he works in the Film Industry and it seems we have perhaps a few mutual acquaintances, foremost among these seems to be the Historian Taffy Gillingham who also went to Copleston High School in the late seventies. What has recently been of contemplating the notion that he, as well a a number of our acquaintances had been sold a lot of false impressions about my Father's marital exploits at that time, this from my point of view with a view to substantiating that I probably did not deserve to have had any sort of formal or informal warning about my involvement in any sort of petty Crime prior to being accused of Shoplifting in December of '81 and that I had in fact furthermore been making critical noises about thieves, or rather one Thief in particular from our School in the months prior to that event. Among other things what is clearly of noting that our new Neighbour is evidently a very clever young man and has quickly worked out from a relatively cursory examination of this Site that my English Grandmother had a secret history as a Nazi sympathiser or perhaps rather as an erstwhile admirer of Hitler, there being a subtle difference: when it is the case that much of contemporary Television material being screened in the English speaking World is focused on the manner in which Hitler had beguiled millions with his personality in the thirties. He was leaving for work and it occurred to me that it might be funny if I tried to make him jump so I feigned to be shaping up for a fleche attack as he descended his steps onto the Road. He seems to have anticipated the jest, throwing his hands up in the air and fleeing theatrically back toward his front door at which point this gratifying spectacle caused me to dissolve into laughter: since the quest for an honest laugh was what had motivated me, as a piece of theatre this had worked out quite well, and it was for instance nothing to do with his distinct resemblance to the late Otto Remer. I have told him despite his evident distaste for the Brexit Vote that I don't foresee any further conflicts in Europe in my lifetime, not a major conflict anyway. The International and particularly the European Community is in many ways still reeling from the deaths of a third of a million in the Balkans which occurred alongside the Blair Administration of the later nineties and has been rather overshadowed by the Gulf Conflicts since then. It is a fairly accurate comment to say that the lives of all my forebears for several generations have been severely blighted by Wars in Europe and above all things I want to see an end to the kind of institutional dishonesty among national political establishments that gave rise to them. I had been after one for a while and we were discussing the acquisition a minute or two later when several Squad Cars came screeching round the corner, some fat spotty Herbert gets out and points his Taser at me just as this Neighbour was passing the item back to me, and dramatically shrieks that I should "put the Weapon down!" to which I logically enough replied, "you put your Weapon down." We were both standing on his Property at this point. When he again at greater volume shouted the command it dawned on me that he was in a genuinely agitated state. It would seem some questionably motivated character had decided to make an anti social nuisance of itself by alleging that there was a Madman on the loose; after much conjecture I have concluded that part of the motivation for this was to suggest I made a plausible alternative suspect for the Murder of Perry Mason in a downtown Churchyard in the early nineties. I was cuffed, put in the Squad Car and it took about half an hour to persuade them that what had taken place was an entirely innocuous neighbourly conversation about my acquisition of a perfectly accurate replica of a German Style Swept Hilt Rapier from the earlier part of the Thirty Years War. They related that the Chief Constable had already given them the go ahead to shoot me which I found less than thoroughly amusing, and it wasn't until I pointed out that without much further provocation they might be likely to end up on a German version of Candid Camera that they released me and disappeared with remarkable alacrity. Since I have only related the tale to a few acquaintances and haven't recorded the fact anywhere this reference to it on my Windows System can't have been the result of some technical oversight, and One tends to think it must surely be someone who knows either or both of us personally. I've also had all kinds of weird messages from my Browser about unusual traffic during the last fortnight, it's something I've not experienced before and I'm a bit stumped for an explanation despite having amassed considerable experience in assessing the idiosyncrasies of Browser behaviour over the years. The point is as I say that someone had left a strange note on a textfile which had disappeared before I could copy it onto a removable disc about a week ago which partly described the incident: this has obviously has left me even more flummoxed and disturbed than I already am with my ongoing personal woes. I'm really quite helpless to deal with this sort of thing and trying to assess the relative worth of Security Software is really just as much of a nuisance. A lot of security software programmes are a problem in themselves, they tend to switch off the System Restore function which is the last best line of defence in malfunctioning Windows Systems, and often only do things that Windows 10 can already do. I have no idea as to what may have motivated the offending party or parties and I am as I say completely helpless. I have little to show for the last quarter of a century except the ongoing Protestation this Website constitutes and consider that whomever is behind this must have a sick sense of humour to go amusing themselves by inflicting such callous mischief on such a helpless individual as myself. It seems apt to repeat that I know of absolutely no realistic possibility of getting any legal advice or representation with the legal problems I describe and that my only plausibly successful strategy is to seek to fuel public outrage at the cynical conduct of Legal Officials in a very right wing County. Whomever it is that has been tampering with my Weblogs in recent years seems to have been trying to delete information relating to legal situations, and seems to falsely presume there is a functioning legal system in this Country from which I can obtain Justice. What is irresistibly of remarking if there was, the Law Firm Taylor Haldane Barlex would have been busted for claiming to have properly investigated my complaints about their representation in 2010 without even being able to recall in which County the appertaining incident took place. Copies of my Father's Will which made me sole Executor have been deleted, and references to the situation with my Landlord have also been the subject of attempted removal.
It again seems apt to point out that it is only during the last five yearsish years that I have put my own LAN account on the Computer in my Flat and I know at least one person who's used it prior to that time had gotten a bit carried away with viewing adult material. I don't however think the list represented anything which had been accessed on my machine, I think it was planted. I won't make the mistake of failing to immediately record/copy such incursions again. Like most younger Singletons who've acquired Computers and Internet Access from the Nineties I had examined most sorts of online Video since it was quite a novelty at the time. I haven't visited an Adult site for many, many years with the exception of having recently sought to test a VPN by seeing how effectively it evaded the bugs and trackers that tend to infest so called free sites but I've never actually experienced anything as invasive as having a list of files dumped on my desktop. Saying it seems apt to point out that the Brexit fiasco to my mind is as much to do with domestic interests seeking to exploit people than some foreign conspiracy as has been consistently depicted necessitates some qualification. We all have our limitations, and whilst in some respects I like to think I have a sharp mind and am better informed than many MPs on post war current and domestic affairs, I can't comment so well on matters relating to specific legal and constitutional issues which form the basis for many comments about Brussels tyranny and so on. What perhaps annoys me most about the way these comments are constructed is that the Authors typically seem to be purporting that the signing of the Lisbon Treaty was nothing to do with them and they have no idea how European Institutions came to have (had) legal jurisdiction in the UK: this is quite entirely ludicrous and a rather cheap stirring of unworthy nationalism. Like it or not we are significantly responsible for what our Politicians do, properly documented foreign residents are only seeking to pursue legitimate opportunities and I think it highly foolish to take any offence at their presence without specific good reason. If our Politicians were trying to keep us responsibly and selflessly informed the European Referendum would have been held while John Major was PM. It's a fairly meaningful coincidence really that by 2019 when under normal circumstances the return of a Labour Government might have reasonably been expected, that any Labour Voter who might have valued the Nation's sovereignty and independence had no choice but to vote Tory in order to retain it. Whilst a precise and accurate diagnosis as it were depends on One's precise and particular understanding of contemporary Democracy, it is also very much to the point that a more democratic system of Proportional Representation would likely have made Corbyn PM, and that the Nation might have been much better prepared for the Pandemic: as I understand it New Zealand has managed to squish the viral invasion so it would surely therefore have been quite possible for the UK to have done the same. It's possible to make all sorts of contradictory analyses about Democracy, they're usually employed as rationalisations by the economically successful, and a good one would challenge the very best Scholars of English and History. For instance the British First Past The Post System is clearly failing to interest many lower end households that are supposedly engaged in the Political Social and Economic affairs of the Nation but it did, somehow, if belatedly, stand up to tyranny of the Axis Powers in WW2 after shamefully standing aside whilst Spanish Democracy was consumed by the Fascist Wolves of the Central Powers: in the UK the question of what Democracy is or is not is rather complicated by the fact there are three tiers of Government. Democracy is one of those words like Racism: Justice; Work; Equality; Citizenship which are often presented as having a static or fixed meaning which they don't. Everyone is Racist in that we all inevitably discriminate in favour of favour of people like ourselves, the familiar and understandable, people are not perfectly objective calculating machines and most of the time it's perfectly normal behaviour. To explore somewhat the remark that it's much more difficult to define Racism than is usually considered, take the instance of the evolution of a Bengali community in London from the 1960's, many of whom had been involved in dangerous work with the Merchant Marine keeping the UK supplied during WW2. They quickly found themselves in some conflict with the white working class and the question as to whether this is a problem involving the question of ethnicity and ethnic conflict in some psychological respect, or merely the inescapable consequence of a cramped and psychologically unhealthy inner city environment is a matter of some legitimate analysis, debate and conjecture. When the word Justice is thrown about in the Media, the right wing of the political spectrum tends to employ it as stabilist propaganda with the idea of preserving a profitable law and order low crime scenario, but the left tends to think more in terms of broad based historical social justice and these two concepts are really quite contradictory. The notion of Work is another subject area in which people have surprisingly variant interpretations: when Sub Prime Mortgages in the US catalysed a major international financial crisis in 2008 the incoming Lib-Tory Coalition made a big deal out of blaming Housing Allowances for the UK's economic problems and sought to radically abridge the legal/definitive framework put in place by Attlee's Labour Government after WW2 which had legitimised them. Without going into detail here and now on the ins and outs of that question, I think most would agree that the debate which ensued did rather expose the fact that people had radically different ideas about what work is and is not. I'm quite sure I found being unemployed in the nineties much harder work in being genuinely creative, than many who were technically employed and theoretically productive, and believe the debate significantly exposed the fact that too many of Cameron's cronies thought of Work as lounging around in air conditioned Offices with sexily dressed female colleagues whilst scheming up excuses for not allowing Computers to make them redundant than they were in the least bit disposed or willing to undertake any sort of genuinely arduous endeavour. The notion of work and deserving as Cameron postured can be surprisingly effectively criticised given the lack of counter argument that was put up by Opposition to the Lib Con Pact which superseded the Brown Government in its attack on the Local Area Housing Allowance: for instance One hears almost nothing about the cost of sending Minors to School for ten years of free Education. I recall during the early Thatcher years that the alternative notions of work were closely linked to the shift of power in global terms that saw left leaning governments that were at least nominally aligned with eastern block ideology shifting to a US aligned pro captalism. Privatisation was designed to deprive left wing voters of the power to control money and spend the national budget on levellerist social policy whilst almost any kind of Statism was frowned on. Work became something that was much more to do with money and much less to do with loyalty to the nation state though again I don't believe those involved had any real intention of doing anything demanding or arduous, they were rather seeking to preserve the post war status quo against evolved ideas about Democrac: ideology aside, I think wholesome social and political change has to be closely linked to the question of human potential in terms of scientific pyschology in that too much is very arguably a bad as too little. Insofar as work is linked to notions justice and deserving I recall that a few years ago I heard it said that it costs ten thousand to send a child to School for one year! Whilst the figures could no doubt be argued over at some length, in very general terms if that figure is roughly the cost of an annual average unemployed welfare claim with housing allowance, a family with three children are costing the State approximately the same as it costs to keep an unemployed individual with paid rent for half a lifetime. Such a ball park figure could easily be significantly out either way and regional variations are no doubt enormous but it serves to illustrate that Voters know less about the Economy than they tend to assume as well as the fact we arguably make some fairly odd assumptions about social respectability in our interactions with the State. Insofar as my own personal history hasn't been one that has been financially advantageous to the State I very much tend to say, put blame on proper shoulders! Recent speculation has firstly very much focussed on the remark that my Schools hadn't related to Social Services what they should during the first Thatcher Administration. As a consequence of this I basically felt I had been illegally placed in an intolerable, impossible situation in respect of my accommodation and having technically or so I was told, having committed the Crime of Burglary in seeking to cope with it, the Defence Solicitor completely refused to acknowledge any of this had any basis in fact at all and violently shouted down anything I had to say. What is of reiterating that the facts he dismissed as fiction in respect of Sexcrime are the sort of thing that could easily provoke a well adjusted law abiding citizen to fairly extreme violent acts. I had been holding onto remarks about petty and perhaps not so petty crime, mostly associated with my Secondary School for some years by 1985 and couldn't explain why I hadn't made them previously without reference to domestic insecurity in this respect. Among other things I had been subjected to a weird sort of sexual assault after talking to Police about a Burglary at the age of ten, certain other things that happened when I was eleven were so disturbing they didn't surface until I was over forty years of age. Another violent incident that had been perpetrated by my Father which presaged the end of my his marriage in the late seventies involved the issue of Sexcrime: it wasn't prolonged but it was simply shocking. The Solicitor Smythe was supposed to have related that the School should have insisted that I would need to be housed in my own right as soon as eligible instead of being left to manage a Flat my Father had booked before disappearing abroad, explained that I hadn't felt secure about casually informing on incidents of Property Crime without this, and have proposed that the charge of having technically committed the Act of Burglary ought to have been dropped. I would have said that many had overheard this particular sort of aforethought since the relevant events occurred at the end of the seventies and into the first Winter of the following decade and that it was rather more what people had generally overheard rather than that I had been successfully prosecuted on the basis of Squatter's Rights for greedily breaking into Mr Murray Cowan's room to steal his goods: to this day I have no idea who emptied the place of his, mine, and my Father's goods it being the case I had only taken roughly what he could have been considered to have owed. It may seem repetitious to say that I was struggling to remember not struggling to forget and that among the justifications he could have proffered was that anything I had personally owned had been stolen, lost, destroyed or abandoned with various ex step-relatives or their acquaintances during the course of my Father's evasive marital intrigues and the dystopian nightmare that had been my childhood. As have tried to express many times I completely freaked out when my Mother and her Partner who I had only asked to speak to the Solicitor Smythe in case he doubted that this was the context in which I had technically committed the Offence of Burglary, had then asserted that it wasn't. They then collectively asserted in fairly unreserved terms that they were going to get me sent to Jail if I didn't say and do what they wanted: this of course was nothing to do with some kind of secret story about how I'd acquired the Scar on my palm in infancy and its all too plausible relation to a huge Docks Fire occasioned by people my Mother's Partner had employed about three years beforehand. So in examining the fact my personal history hasn't been a financial boon to the State I would point out that it would be highly unlikely to have fallen out that way: if the highly salaried Gentleman who was known as WG Powell who had been my Head of Year at Secondary School had done what he was asked instead of assaulting and cursing me and what being of the remark he knew perfectly well I had described black depression and excruciating emotional deprivation to the School Counsellor when articulating that the only thing the School could do for me was to see I was housed in my own right before any further mischief was inflicted on my Life Chances; if the Solicitor Smythe hadn't been overconfident of his percipience and duped into inappropriate browbeating in 1985; if an Education Department Official by the name of John Norman hadn't fabricated lies about my threatening people in 1993; if my Landlord at the only place I'd known constructive stability from the mid nineties hadn't asked me to leave in 2001; if I'd got the reference I deserved from the WRVS which I'd given the equivalent of two years full time very top quality work from '94 to 01; if left leaning local authorities hadn't pandered to some story about my being maladjusted because my Father had once acquired a fat lip he generally deserved; if the Lawyer Conley who was supposed to have been defending me on a suspiciously motivated Assault Charge in 2010 hadn't started by lying to me about helping with his Will or rather the consequences of it being treated with malicious contempt .......................... What is in fact of conceding that the tacit explanation for his behaviour which my Father related as he struggled haplessly with Lung Cancer was unexpectedly good, focussed on the fact his Father had in fact been of mixed race background, and that his marriage and my Father's conception, very much took place against the backdrop of the Nazi rise to power: this isn't of course of much practical help in dealing with the appalling chaos and misunderstanding he spawned in his final years. In returning to the subject of political semantics the concept of Equality as it is employed in political contexts perhaps isn't so much subject to absurdly contrasting interpretations as it is generally inappropriately applied in the context of human behaviour. People are rather all unique than they are at all equal, and much as it often signifies genuine good intent when Democracy is being made and discussed it is really nonsensical in practical terms: the American Declaration of Independence is a good example in that strictly speaking it is meaningless to say that all men are equal, it's all too obviously nonsense, and what about women? The question of Citizenship is closely linked to the concept of Political Equality as it is typically discussed and as I've partly explained elsewhere in the UK it really has become something of a political football in that as WW2 wound down the Conservative political establishment in the UK was quickly reacting to the Equality, and Levellerism that had accompanied its belated stand against the tyranny of the central powers: not least in seeking to obstruct the Russian/Stalinist/Soviet advance into central Europe. Many erstwhile Nazi adherents had sneaked into the UK masquerading as Refugee Victims (should be asset stripped and deported the lot of 'em) and among the continued confusion were granted UK citizen status. Subsequent Labour Governments reacted by awarding unconditional citizenship to many individuals from the Commonwealth, in which respect the Nationalities Act of 1948 was a significant milestone. My belief is that in this Country the concept is really quite illusory whilst the implementation of Law remains in the hands of approved and qualified persons and the only means of obtaining access to the Courts and legal redress of injustice lies in having money, and even then only indirectly via creepy Lawyer characters with distinctly conservative prejudices who regulate access to the bourgeois amateurs who populating the bench in Magistrate's Courts. It should perhaps also be said that the concept is surprisingly anticapitalistic in that it suggests people should co-operate toward given desirable ends in a particular society instead of competing against each other for financial credits with which consumer goods can be purchased.First past the post voting is unquestionably a means of obstructing the will of the people not of elucidating it, and whether you think that's good or bad depends on your personal views as to how stupid the people are or otherwise; for instance most people once believed the World was flat but it wasn't really a good idea to believe it. My personal view is that the failure of the political establishment in this country to seriously consider having a system of Proportional Representation like every other first world country is arguably the biggest political tragedy of our time: especially for UK citizens. With PR everyone gets at least some kind of a real say, everyone's vote counts, and everyone, has a reason to debate politics. With FPTP voting the only votes that count are those of a few hundred thousand floating voters in marginal constituencies where debate becomes increasingly acrimonious and deceitful: how on earth can we lecture Belorussians and Syrians about Democracy when our Government claims a majority in the Legislature with only 43% of votes cast !!?!??! Charles the First was once told by that he'd live to have his "belly full of Parliaments" and the expression really contains a salutary warning for those employing specious rhetoric about Democracy to justify economic success. If you really believe in Democracy then for instance you have to concede that the Indian and Chinese Governments should have about a third of the say in any significant decision about anti pollution strategies and management of the Oceans, which polemicist advocates of western style capitalist pseudo democracy clearly don't really want to concede much as they do feign otherwise: what is I suppose of the observation that China is a one party state and this rather precludes it from such consideration in most respects. Among other things the relative quality of Democracy or Consensual Government if you will, really depends on the quality of information in circulation; I mean, if nobody really knows what the hell is going on then there isn't much point in voting about it is there? This was one of the earliest items I found worthy of inclusion on my Site in reference to personal legal problems and it predates the death of the Diana Spencer. I tend to suggest that aside from the disturbing lack of continuity evidenced by the particular stories quoted, it betrays a complete contempt on the part of legal officials for ordinary people, those whose lives they, "deem lesser than their own." This was one of the earliest Articles which I had uploaded with a warning about disturbing images. Tales of Courage and Suffering: Child Burns Victim Terri Calvesbert. There are now quite a few Internet Articles about this young Lady's progress through life and I think it unreservedly the case that in her struggle against 'outrageous misfortune,' she is a great example and an inspiration to us all !
 Even these harsh faced Irishwomen from their freezing arse end of nowhere god forsaken Island at the edge of the world are completely shocked and stunned into a most complete and unusual silence by the stark horror of what happened to this child. The fire took place about a mile away from where I was living at the time. Many who have first inspected the published image think its a joke, a piece of trick photography or unusually clever make up, but, leider nicht, malchanceux, it's a real little girl ................... 15 04 21 On the Passing of Prince Phillip This News comes as no particular surprise since the Duke's famously curmudgeonly manner had alienated many over the years and I don't doubt that NHS (probably private actually) Medics were among the fools he failed to suffer gladly. Anyhow the point is to say that subsequent to his recent Heart Op the Photos taken of him returning to his residence didn't really show a man who had enjoyed even a minor sort of triumph over ill health in that he looked as bad or worse than when he went in some weeks before, and this notwithstanding that very few persons of approaching 100 years of age look at all a picture of good health. Perhaps the most positive thing that can be said about the Duke is that he was genuinely knowledgeable on matters that many assume themselves to be and are actually not; how many of us for example have experienced or can accurately describe the unfolding political events in Eastern Europe in the period following the Great War? Saying that I don't really think my Father's family ever had that much use for it rather betokens some comment about the eerie consonance between the marital flaws of his eldest Son and my Father in that for instance they had both married girls about half their age and both rapidly became saddled with illegitimate second Sons. I'd be letting myself down if I omitted to add a few thoughts to those I set down here about the Monarchy on a previous Weblog in response to a friend's question about why it attracts so much publicity. What was of observing that he is one of only two individuals who have ever proffered any sort of interested comment for my appraisal. The other was a fellow called Gerry Morecambe from my Secondary School who had commented on It's a Royal Knockout back in the early eighties saying that Prince Andrew had given up too easily on trying to be liked when the crowd started booing and I did agree. One has to suppose, despite the intensive Media manipulation ensuing from the last quarter century's technological development, that there are a lot of politically unmotivated Royal Watchers out there but I've personally never actually met a self declared Royal Fan/Royal Watcher. I don't know if I'm the only person who thought it odd when Charles and Di were courting that the Royal Family were rather taken with the idea that the General Public wanted or needed to have the Heir to the Throne married into a model Nuclear Family paradigm so they would know how to behave: I rather think they were rather quite bemused by the suggestion. In seeking to make a balanced comment I think it would be wrong, in considering the problems faced by ordinary people, to entirely ignore the argument that the present hiatus about Diana and the BBC as a load of unworthy self indulgent histrionics and I can't help thinking that if it had been openly confessed that Harry was an illegitimate Son of Major James Hewitt that she might still be alive.
I have been much continued effort into going over much of the material that I have been working on over the last quarter of a century and am finding all sorts of appalling errors for which their could be various explanations from Hacking to going down with Premature Dementia, the presence of assiduously copying and pretending individuals afflicted with Retardism, or mere Computer fatigue. Perhaps the worst is that the Obituary I wrote for my Father's Cousin John French who died in 2001 appears to describe many circumstances exactly oppositely of how I recall writing them, or intended to write them, or indeed as they actually were: there's little more disheartening than spending years and years composing detailed analyses and then finding that huge sections have gone pear shaped. I'm doing an awful lot of work trying to rectify this and feel I ought to point out that the articles on this site are intended to demonstrate a very good standard of English and there shouldn't be any grammatical or spelling errors anywhere. It would help if I got some feedback occasionally so if you find any errors anywhere, or if there's something that doesn't seem understandable, it would be a great help if such instances were related to me. With particular reference to the phenomenon of Retardism, there are three individuals who have played some not insignificant role in my life story and are thus afflicted: one is an individual who gave birth to a Daughter via an old Schoolfriend of my Father who was present with her at his Funeral; another is an ex Stepbrother whom I have recently been pondering over in respect of some presumption his Mother had ended up with sundry items of my Property on a less than respectable basis when we parted in '76; and another is a local Gentleman I met among the local Biker fraternity when I found myself effectively homeless on the streets of Ipswich at around the point of my 16th birthday. In proffering that the fact of an afflicted individual or individuals might have inflicted some imperfections on my composings with fixated pretences or something such it seems apt to point out that this first character has always known me, so my chances of pin pointing her as a source of some sort of anomalous handicap, have always been less then they might. When she arrived at my Father's Funeral I was immediately struck with the notion, not having seen her for years, since I was in my mid teens actually, that whilst I suppose I could easily have confused her with someone else, I wanted her tongue out of my ear so to speak. I know it might seem ingracious, but I was quickly overwhelmed with the notion that her presence was much to do with to do, not so much with the devastation of what happened to me in 2002 but rather perhaps the confusion and incapacity which had followed it and continues to follow it. It can of course be very easy for even a highly literate and well focused person to fail to translate thought and speech into well written documents or web pages with only a minimal amount of well informed and intended technical assistance: that much is surely commonsensical. Futher rumination led back to the supposition that to some extent she had entered into the dynamics of what had happened in 66 and perhaps because she was so big, at around a heavyboned 5 ft 10 she would have been able to contest headaches with my Mother's friend Christina who died somewhat more recently than my Father and is reasonably presumed to have been hostile toward the Union of my natural parents given certain obvious attendant circumstances: of course it's clumsy to say she seems to have gotten in the way of profitable criminality and the reality is far more complex. Besides noting that June has had a major sort of episode with a major Hepatitis C subtype since the late seventies and is possibly also afflicted with Krohn's disease, I quickly moved on to piecing together a fairly compelling plausible resume of the nature of her role as the result of a few recollections and deductions. These perhaps most saliently might seem to have added up to the fact that she would have been a gullible sort of audience for diversionary tales about my spontaneously wayward nature, whilst my Father had been trying to put blue water between himself and any heated sort of scandalous gossip pointing at him from the mid to late seventies. It is furthermore the case for instance that if she or any of the other friends and relatives who had known him since his Schooldays in Felixstowe had been involved in any aspect of the drug trade besides the relatively incidental, then they may have some substantial motive for unflatteringly & inaccurately portraying me as this or that, rather than concede that my evident unhappiness and ill humour on returning to Suffolk in 76 after digesting various appalling misfortunes in northern Counties, were rather a consequence of such culpable actions on his or their part. I get the feeling there's some story about her like her Father was killed on D Day or something like that (a wild guess?) and people are often embarrassed at having to try to get rid of her or something such. She seems to be the worst afflicted of these three individuals, it might be something of an exaggeration to say a literal idiot: I've heard a few stories about her and in terms of talking seriously about people's limitations I know for example that her Daughter had to be fostered. On the basis of what I do know I tend to suggest it was the fact of my existence that prompted her to want a Baby herself and as I recall it she proved incapable of discharging the role of Mother to a young infant, being bemused by its demands and driven to behave violently toward it in order to obtain the assistance she needed. Whilst I obviously haven't entirely finished mulling over the details, I am very taken with the idea that she has somehow played a perhaps significant role in cultivating misunderstandings about what had happened to me in 2002. For instance when the Local Rag and TV Station ran stories about my Motorcycle riding Dog in the mid 2000s I couldn't seem to get it across that I had really nothing to say beyond making the assertion that I was the victim of some kind of local government and legal establishment corruption which had left me dumped in an appalling hellish Flat on a main road above a Bookmakers with my belongings largely stolen or destroyed, and that this was what had driven me to unusual extemporisation in seeking to acquire the solace of Canine company rather than anything else. They seemed driven to making some stabilist sort of explanation or interpretation of what I had to say about my situation in respect mostly of employment, and the suggestion that such an afflicted party had known me since I was an infant might account for some misunderstanding of attempts to express what I felt were fairly simple, if very inconvenient facts. This prompts some reiteration of what I mentioned a few years ago about the particular phenomenon of Retardism, the central point of which was that individuals thus afflicted, cannot firstly understand how their behaviour differs from that of an average sort of individual and do not genuinely understand adult behaviour however much they are particularly driven to feign that they do in tending to devise and support overly simplistic social situations and understandings: hence the fact they tend to be classified in terms of mental age. It seems coping with the fact of such individuals has always presented complications and contradictions that tend to bemuse Psychologists seeking to devise scientific explanations for behavioural phenomena; in that whether they fit into mainstream society or otherwise seems to depend entirely on independent variables that defy logical calculation such as perhaps principally whom it is that an afflicted individual has copied and how well. I've also mentioned a couple of times during the narrative of more recent years that an interesting story about one such individual had cropped up shortly after the Media ran a story about my Dog which seems to have contributed toward her being poisoned by locals who didn't like the implicit negative criticism of Ipswich's New Labour fraternity. This was to the effect that one retarded individual had managed to bluff his way into some kind of Primary School Teaching Job and complaints were eventually raised to the effect that children were coming home complaining that they were having to remind him what he was supposed to be doing and how he was supposed to behave and in effect that they were having to teach him. I have to admit I did get the idea that this could perhaps reasonably be connected with the suggestion that fake, ill intended, or perhaps merely institutionalised anti-racist rhetoric might have been something to do with the evolution of this little scenario in that the Gentleman involved was a very German looking Briton. The suggestion seems to have been that he had been listening to Teachers and left leaning Officials in the/a Town which has had a Labour Council for approaching fifty years and pays a lot of lip service to rhetoric about equality. That this was or has become after a manner of speaking, actually composed of the contrary sort of sentiment is an hypothesis which I'd like to investigate with rather more in the way of concrete facts than the reasonably evident supposition that such ideology is arguably wearing a bit thin in the face of rising crime rates and huge numbers of partly documented illegals fuelling the black economy. The suggestion seems to be that he had managed to get himself promoted because he was white and superficially seemed to conform to more recognisable sorts of norms and values. I would be very interested to hear more about whether he was actually connected in any real sort of sense to any of the Teachers and Officials I have mentioned in respect of my own experiences in largely the eastern side of the Borough. The second of these afflicted individuals who have played a role in my life story is an ex stepbrother whom I've only seen twice since 1976 when our parents parted. What is first of emphatically stating that subsequent to the death of my last Grandparent late in the previous winter I had little interest in anything except escaping back to the only place I had any tolerable memories of which was the place that had been the home of my paternal Grandparents and had little thought for anything much except the possibility of rediscovering some tolerable sort of existence, so the fact he had learning difficulties and had to attend a Special School had not been something I had at all cared to recollect let alone consider in any sort of meaningful manner. Once I started recovering memories of infancy I didn't know I had in 2004 and deduced various criminal and marital intrigues I recalled specifically that he had been rather forcefully accepting cigarettes from me on a brief visit I made over one weekend in 1982 when a friend had driven me to Northumberland and that in retrospect, he seemed to have implied I had some sort of relevant awareness of the existence of some kind of social/marital blackmail having been at least implicitly phrased against my Father. Much of the thrust of my complaints about Lawyers, has after all led to the supposition that my Father had fled from people who had robbed us, and that the Lawyer Smythe's refusal to consider it relevant that before disappearing into the far east with his University Degree he had illegally booked a Flat in our names in '81. What is without recapitulating a mass of detail, of the remark that I had in 1984 very technically burgled it during the course of seeking to cope with a situation I had thereby been illegally placed in, and that Smythe refused me any sort of consideration of a defence because of some highly faulty presumption I was associated with the Opposition to Thatcher than for any reason that related to the question of legal behaviour. This may explain some sort of confusion he evidenced when I visited him his Half-Brother and Mother in 2007. The fact he asserted he didn't want to speak to me when I sought to contact him to wish him well on his Birthday last year I found hard to believe, in that I have for instance collected a few nice clothes in his size over the years and only sought to explore the truth about our appalling failed lives. It may also conceivably have been something to do with some sort of wishful thinking supposition I had taken a sympathetic and/or understanding view of the Murder Acquittal of two down at heel Skinheads in 93 whose politically oriented fraternity may have as a consequence have thought of trying to help me with certain of the arguments about spuriously oriented left wing social propaganda that I have sought to phrase: this in respect of the suspicion he may have somehow copped a migraine as the result of talking to me that year. More generally what is of the comment or observation that my entire adult life has been almost completely written off by conflict with Suffolk County's legal establishment and I've never really understood whence this conflict arose. Whilst I am reluctant to trust what my senses tell me on impulse, it is an intriguing notion that they/it have been reacting to his voice rather than mine. He hasn't been to Ipswich since the seventies but since we spent most of our childhood together he arguably knows me as well as anyone and is I suppose capable of putting his voice about thus. The third such individual was a Biker I ran across in the a Pub that used to be known as the Running Buck in the Town Centre which was a haunt for Motorcyclists I found as the result of roaming the Town at around the time of my 16th birthday and whose front room I slept in over much of the Winter of 81-2. It was only a few years ago now that I was talking to him in his hallway and found myself chiding him for as I saw it, acting stupid. "Look Pitkin," I said, "that's very funny but you can stop acting stupid now, it's getting a bit tedious," this was in respect of what I had assumed for many years was a humorous pretence of facile behaviour. He then capitulated to the admission he was moderately retarded and among other things that his Secondary School had made no special provision for him. It was quite an eye open really as I was suddenly faced with the glaring fact that someone I had known quite well for about three decades had among other things been assiduously conducting a pretence of mental capability and that he was genuinely troubled by the fact of the daily, weekly monthly exigencies of managing a one person household rather than for instance being wilfully slothful: it's impossible to avoid observing that he is unbelievably lazy and it's very tempting to associate him with the disappointing quality of uploaded documents I've been sure were in good order. In respect of the fact his Father left him quite well provided for, he seems to have lost a lot of money over the years, and there are one or two interesting questions appertaining to the manner in which he has been prompted by fictions relating to my association with the Labour Movement and Ipswich Borough Council: in respect of the latter, a more mundane allegation is that Council Workmen more recently robbed him of some Motorcycle parts while doing some work on his Flat. What is without adding any further details here and now of making the suggestion that against a backdrop of countercultural era altruistic socialisation and left wing social/political levellerism that these three individuals have had a highly damaging effect on various situations. Whilst I'm obviously more interested in those that affect me, the psychological point is that afflicted individuals do engage in fixated pretences with no concern for anything except superficial appearances and this has an extremely dysfunctional impact on complex situations when it has been assumed that individuals have at least an adult mental age.
29 07 21 This site has and my Computers have, been the subject of a number of Hackattacks in recent months, and as I say I'm doing what I can to figure out why and how, which isn't much, especially not while I'm under a variously hostile barrage of vandal attacks and deceitful correspondence about my situation from every official quarter. Thank you for your attention.
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During the course of relating various familial and legal problems dating from infancy I have had course to mention that these were compounded by the manner in which between the age of six and ten every single one of my Molars and Premolars but one had been capped with mercury amalgam filling. That was pointlessly and maliciously removed in the later eighties in defiance of explicit instructions and it only goes to show that the individual should be much more skeptical of things that the NHS recommend or undertake than is often considered. My wisdom teeth had come through at a 90 degree angle and were quite painful. One Dr Williams should probably have advised me that I should try and let them settle in but when I went to have then removed, One Surgeon Dr Tate also removed the only good Molar I had despite my having specifically and stridently told him to leave it alone.
What is of recapitulating that at the time these procedures were greeted with howls of protestation, that I had absolutely no idea as to why they were undertaken, that I asserted the fact left me permanently sick and would cast an appalling shadow over my future life and health. Other comments that have cropped up were to the effect in latter Schooldays that the fact I was and had been throughout my Schooldays enduring the nightmare of a gob full of foul tasting poisonous metallic amalgam meant that among other things the fact effectively ruled out any thought of applying for a job in the military or engaging in a sporting career. In later life attempts to have it removed at my own expense have consistently been bungled leaving me in severe pain for various periods of years until I gradually spat out the remains over the last decade.
It is to the singular disgrace of the NHS that not one single comment of agreement or disagreement has yet been vouchsafed and that it is effectively impossible to make any sort of effective complaint about any of it. Here is a very well informed analysis which was
copied from a US Public Health Website at around the turn of the Millennium with a couple of minor presentational alterations. And here's a Princess clearly suffering from dental pain.
The first problem I encountered when in 1991ish I tried to have work done on what was misbegottenly installed at Primary School age, was the fact of a badly fitted Bridge on a left mandibular Molar. I recall that I failed to have a complaint verified that it had been fitted without my knowledge or how you say with misleading information, in that what I thought the inexperienced Lady Dentist was going to fit on the basis of what she had said, was what I later learned is typically described as an implant: she had originally said that she was going to put a tooth into the gap left by a missing premolar. I do recall then having proffered that it was a flawed and painful installation but had not managed to formalise that particular complaint about the thing. What is of the remark that this deception underlies many subsequent failures to helpfully tinker with my appalling dentition, perhaps most particularly the fact that a Surgeon was prompted to rip out several about a year before my Father's death, when all he needed to do was lance an oversized abscess; I did think his attitude and manner were appalling but in contrast to what the right wing Press put about I can't find an Ambulance Chaser for the life of me. I can recall waking up and finding that I had been lied to about just getting the boil punctured and drained and noting on Hospital TV that someone by the name of Barracker Bomber was making a surprisingly effective challenge for the US Presidency. What is very much of the remark that this cast a deathly shadow over my attempts to cope with various dysfunctional situations in my Father's final year and that (as I have previously mentioned) it would have been a much more advisable course of action to have tried to steal a Syringe from some Junkie on one of the local Parks and have lanced the thing myself.
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