Local Mental Health Abuse

It really is shocking how ludicrously often you get it so blindingly wrong! Where do you come off sending threatening propaganda to mentally ill individuals causing them panic, paranoia, despair, depression and suicidal suggestions?
I have just moved in with my partner who is recovering from second episode psychosis and a full nervous breakdown. I am her registered carer and though she is still very emotionally delicate she has been making alot of progress. That is until she received a piece of threatening propaganda through the post from YOU!
She has organised much of the transition to a new place of abode almost entirely without help but with much support and she has done really well in sorting out all the forms and processes that needed doing. She has been so worried and nervous about getting it wrong, especially since one of her delusions is that the authorities are after her to throw her in jail for debts. How, then, do you think she might react to a red lettered council tax reminder notice THREE WEEKS after we move in and not long after completing the process to receive council tax exception? The notice entitled, "NO MORE REMINDERS" is a shocking display of bureaucratic bully tactics to inflict your will upon the DEMOCRATICALLY FREE peoples with which you are charged to serve.

I would like to apply for work and stop being a carer to my partner. I would like for her to get well. But since I have to spend my life protecting her and reassuring her from bodies like you, you appalling waste of taxes, I doubt that will happen any time soon. Does no-one think in our local authority? Who decides that this poison goes out? Someone like me would struggle to find work in a factory yet the decision makers seem to be inept idiots. What oh why does Hull City Council so frequently prove itself to be a dangerously incompetent joke?
Here are my 3 things that will happen in HCC doesn't pull it's finger out and clear up it's act:
1: We will rise up and revolt
2: The idiots pulling the strings of the puppets below them will be removed and stripped of all they have
3: They will suffer bankruptcy, lose their home, go to prison

To be fair you are a part of a failing system of lies and self-service that this elected dictatorship we call government perpetuates but you are a big part of it.
I end this complaint with the suggestion that you sort yourself out but I have little hope of that anymore. Now I just await the day you finally mess up big time, probably because you have driven someone to kill themselves or others, and that the masses rise up against your tyranny!

Hot mothers are stalking me

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Fuck the police

To whom it may concern,

RE: Complaint over PCSO misconduct/abuse of powers in Hull

On 30/01/10 I engaged on a night out with my friends to celebrate my birthday. I am a non-drinker and have been for the last 3 or so years. On this night I decided to accept the alcoholic drinks my friends had bought me and thus became quite intoxicated as the night progressed. However, since I am allergic to alcoholic the intoxication mostly affects my body, first debilitating motor-neuron control (thus slurring, lack of balance, blurred vision, etc.) but my mental capacities keep intact. After leaving Spiders nightclub, Hull I was on my way to my friend's car to be taken home and as I walked the need came upon me to urinate. By the time I could not hold it in anymore I was at my friend's car and in fear of the embarrassment peeing myself in my friend's car would cause I urinated behind some large commercial bins in the street, out of sight of public view. Literally no-one saw me pee. The most anyone could have seen was my back and a stream of liquid hitting the floor in front of me, but no member's of the public passed by while I did this. At this point PCSO Delph and two other officers approached me and asked me what I was doing. Out of panic and shock I stupidly said I was just adjusting myself and after being pushed I then admitted what I was doing. I knew peeing in public was something the police could tell you off for but I was in no way aware it was a criminal offence. Had I had the cleaning equipment I would have been happy to clean it up and thus undo any damage to property I may have caused. I have to tell you I am a sometime transvestite that prefers to go on nights out dressed in women's clothing and make-up and I was fully aware of the two officers not issuing me with the ticket suppressing sniggers, smiling mockingly at me as if to ridicule. I also felt that PCSO Delph was being quite unreasonable with me because I was dressed so differently to the norm. I felt this was a sign of intolerance and the cold also seemed to cause them to me irritable, even though I had far less warm covering on than them and I wasn't getting paid for the pleasure either. PCSO Delph also told me that as well as having to pay £80 I would not have a criminal record. When I asked to confirm that again PCSO Delph repeated that I would have to pay £80 and have a criminal record. She said I could appeal it but since I thought I was being done for just peeing in the street I said it was pointless. Because I could not see to read in my intoxicated state I did not see what was written on the ticket until the next morning. I noticed that PCSO Delph had written that I was “Urinating in a public place likely to cause alarm, harassment or distress”. I have had nightmares over this event for the last 6 nights. I have found it hard to concentrate at work (as a charitable projects worker, might I add) for worrying and have become physically ill from just being generally down and feeling victimised and helpless. Who then, may I ask, do you think has suffered the most harassment, distress and alarm out of this encounter? The officers obviously thought it was hilarious so not them. My friends sympathise with me, so definitely not them. Who protects me from harassment, distress and alarm when the police are the ones causing it? Who polices the police? I've always had faith in this country's justice system and police, and indeed a major part of my job is to work with the police to tackle anti-social behaviour but the intolerance and unfairness of a small number of officers have just disenfranchised me to the whole police authority. I hope you can restore my faith in you.
I have to say also that these three officers where waiting there in an unmarked car, to my mind, obviously waiting to bust people for committing the offence that I myself committed. This, on a Saturday night when violence and drunken disorder in Hull City Centre is at it's peak. Yet these officers where just casually watching a quiet area on the off chance that someone pees. When I have been the victim of violence and crime in Hull City Centre on a Saturday night I am told that all officers are busy so I cannot be attended to. Is this what they are busy with? Catching drunk people peeing? If so perhaps police priorities need to be looked at by yourselves again.
I am informing you now that I am contesting the ticket as I believe it implies a criminal act greater than the one caused. This is not to undermine the system of keeping public order but to ensure that fairness and understanding remain the backbone of the British policing system as I'm sure you would fully support.


Yours Faithfully,


Me

Doorstop Sandwich Induced Nightmares

I really must remember to not east so late. I had a mighty sandwich last night: pepperoni, cheese and spiced chicken in half a loaf of bread. It seemed like a good idea at the time but I had some weird dreams. I don't mind weird dreams, infact I dare say I like them but these were those annoying snippets that you don't get much pleasure out of. I wonder where some of the imagery in those dreams comes from because they don't relate to anything I've seen or experienced. Also, I had the charm of having heartburn throughout the night. Age is catching up with me I think.

The night itself was a non-event. I broke my theatre going virginity with a play that was at best substandard. I feel dirty and abused but I have to remember that I didn't pay so I can't complain. All I kept thinking was that I could have been on my Xbox instead of watching that shit. It was good spending the evening with my girlfriend though.

Wykology

Wykology - the study of Wyke upon Hull (also known as Kingston upon Hull) in East Yorkshire, UK.

A Wykologist's mission is to research the truth about the history of this northern city. This is a huge challenge for the Wykologist since the recorded history and the publicised history for this city do not always correlate. Hull City Council, internationally recognised as the worst Local Authority in Europe, are notorious for misrepresenting facts about the city to reflect the idea of this city in a positive light and for the purposes of pushing through their own agendas.

Accessability

I wish I had internet at home. My Blog would be four times the size.

Prostitution

It has been my principle for a long time that I would never pay for sex, not fiscally or in kind by buying a girl things in order to have sex with her. This principle is formed soley on the basis that my shit is so good, they should not get me AND bonus payment. I work hard to make it worth their while.

However I have for a long time now thought about the subject of illegal prostitution. They call it the oldest profession in the world so why is it the most frowned upon? My personal opinion is that it's a great way for young (and old) women (or ineed men) to earn money by doing something they enjoy or are good at. By illegalising it we leave it open to supporting drug habits, financing organised crime, subjegating of vulnerable women and ofcourse people trafficking. Legalising prostitution would ensure that all prostitutes are regularly sexual health checked, that they are trained, skilled and that they have a wage standard. It would ensure they pay taxes on income and that pimps do not profit too much. It would open up employment oppertunities for a section of society and cut down on unemployment in my ways. For example, they might inturn employ cleaners, decorators, bouncers, business managers, etc.

It just seems rediculous to me that if you want to murder people you can get paid for it in the armed forces but if you want to get paid to spread sexual love you will always be a criminal.

Why my girlfriend is better than yours...

1. She has huge natural boobs (34H at the moment).
2. Sex comes to an end for her when I cum. She isn't bothered about coming and she enjoys it more when I cum.
3. She indulges in ALL of my fantasies and suggestions.
4. She's bi and lets me watch her with sexy girls (which I LOVE).
5. She indulges me in my god complex.
6. She doesn't judge my wierd thoughts and ideas.
7. She gets excited just by being close to me.
8. No matter how fat, unshaven or scruffy I get, she thinks I'm gorgeous.
9. She dyes her hair regularly so it's like having different women (aesthetically).
10. She doesn't mind if I don't wash.
11. She loves it when I fart.
12. She doesn't want me to rush into any commitments.

There's loads more but they are fairly generic and it's stuff that decent human beings are supposed to do.

Muslims, War and Hypocracy

The title denotes three seperate rants. The three are not necessarily connected.

What is it with this Muslim idiots who use their religion as a platform to cause trouble? First their is not being able to call anything Mohammed or depict him in a comic way. Fuck that! Everything is open to satire. Laughter makes life less painful. Then there are the idiots who want to protest to the invasion of Iraq by marching on the funeral parade of dead soldiers coming home. What fucking loons. I protest to the invasion of Iraq and hold that the people who fight over there (on both sides) are stupid pricks, but I respect the dead. Those poor cunts have given their precious life for a pointless cause. They deserve all the respect in the world. There is also the recent news of a Muslim loud mouth calling for pigs to be taken off TV and out of cartoons. Get real you fucking stupid prick. Your own holy book holds them as one of God's creatures. The real problem is these twats who follow a relgion they haven't even studied. Do your homework and shut up until you know what you are talking about.

I'm sick of this 'war' in Iraq and Afgahnistan. The American lead invasion of these countries is an outrage and the fact that our soldiers are dying for oil, drugs and ignorance just makes me cringe. They need to come back and be posted on our streets to fight the tide of crime that faces us real people in the real world (as opposed to politicians in their ivory towers).

There has been much hypocrasy of late. Not least in the winning of Rage Against The Machine getting the Christmas number 1 spot. All because one guy made a stupid suggestion on Facebook and enough sheep decided not to think for themselves but instead to jump on his bandwagon. This would not be comment worthy but for the fact these same people (along with their twins who vote for X Factor) don't give a shit about who runs the country but will get a band/musician they have been told to vote for to number 1 in a chart. People, generally, are stupid, ignorant, mindless sheep and will lead to the downfall of this country and British society.

Note to self: Use powers of leadership to create following of said sheep and overthrow the government.

My Shaven Arse

I shaved my arse-crack, which has always been rediculously hairy (since starting puberty obviously). It's great but the only problem is that when I fart I feel like I am having a sloppy shit in my pants because the air can't escape so easily. It's quite disconcerting but I'm getting used to it. Is this was big-bottomed women have to put up with? I have a great, firm arse by the way. That's the problem I think. If it was saggier it might be easier to fart. On a positive note shitting has become easier. It doesn't itch yet from the stuble so all in all it's been a good idea so far... apart from the trapped farts.

I Don't Like Mondays

Monday morning; it's cold in the office, my steak wrap from the greesy burger van had a bone in it and I got in late, again. The snow is still laid down thick outside (for Hull) and that would be a good thing but for two reasons: 1. I got a nice big clump of slush in my shoe while walking to work and 2. I can't see it but I'm still in the fecking cold.

I don't have anything constructive to say this morning. I just watch to bitch.
I'm sick of Christmas at the minute. It doesn't usually bother me but this year I feel I have had my face rubbed in my own poverty by the media and advertisers. Not only that, but the gullible morons that are susceptible to manipulation by TV advertisers are on my back for presents and such. It's never been the season of giving in the UK, as far as I know, but it's a fucking good idea. I resent buying people Christmas presents because it's expected and it's a lot of expense all at once. Birthdays aren't so bad since they are spread out over the year.

More rants later.

Footprints in the Snow

Well I'm late for work, again, on purpose because I'm too lazy to get out of bed. I was up in time, but I just preferred bed. It's not good.

It was nice to open the curtains and see freshly fallen snow. I'm a logical sort of chap, mostly, yet seeing snow covered ground still brings me cheer. It's true what they say about the British; they will complain about all types of weather but they will sell their grandmother for a bit of decent snow. So why don't more Brits holiday in the Arctic instead of Spain? It's a strange paradox.

For lunch today it's cheese (slightly past it's best) and turkey slice sandwiches. Nuked in the works' microwave, which is covered in mould on the inside. A strange phenomenon since microwave kill mould and bacteria. Are there any moulds that are resistant to microwave radiation?

Are you a Paedophile?

The word 'paedophile' get's batted about alot in our nation's media, sometimes incorrectly.
It certainly is hugely misinterpretted by the ignorant masses, so here is a definition guide:

Paedophilia - a sexual preference for pre-pubescent individuals.
Not acceptable, in any way.

Hebephilia - a sexual preference for early pubescent individuals.
Does not go against nature, but impeding for sociatal development of the recipient.
Age ranges from maybe 10 to 14 depending on when they start puberty.

Ephebophilia - s sexual preference for late pubescent individuals.
Does not go against nature and does not impede the sociatal development of the recipient.
Age ranges from maybe 14 to 19 depending on when they start puberty.

Have we learned anything today?

Avatar Movie and a Rant

Well, this is my first Blog and like most new Bloggers, I'm sure my last! But ofcourse the intention is to carry it on if I can be bothered.

I thought it would be a good idea to start a Blog since I like a rant, and what is a rant without an audience but a nutcase raving to himself? Though I don't shy away from this description, I hope, I have something informative to say in at least some of the parts of my rants that may help you live your life in peace and joy, or amuse you in some deep way that tickles you for a week. Don't hold your breath though...

Well I'm at work, a new job, and less than a week into it I'm already skiving. I expected it of myself, don't get me wrong, but this job makes it so easy! It's not good, I know this, but it seems my will is weak in this area of temptation. That's not to say I haven't had a productive morning, however! I've already sent off a letter of complaint to Hull City Council (officially the worst local authority in Europe) about the sham they have made of a road and the poor road planning (two separate matters) that has gone on recently. This is in addition to another letter with 4 points of complaints.

I've decided that's my thing now; complaining. Well, someone has too? Apparently the British are the most polite people in the world when it complaining, meaning they don't do it as much as anyone else. Not even the Canadians? I'd have though they where more contented than we, but then they do have French influences (yes that is a derogatory comment) and a better idea of civil liberties than we. I aim to complain to protect the common man (read: also woman), though I'm sure there will be times that I completely fail and end up being purely self serving. After all in this Capitalist society we are encouraged to look after our own interests and that kind of programming is not easily broken! I'll try and be selfless and all anyone can do is try.

I like brackets (a lot) as you can see. They enable me to annotate my comments. After all, sentences are funny. I don't think it sentences (and I'm sure you don't either). I think in a system of connected ideas that can surface as a collection of short statements that interrelate, and I'm sure you probably do to, if you think at all. You don't have to by the way, don't worry. Just live and try not to step on people. Anything more than that is a bonus really.

Don't read all of my Blog by the way. It's all just bollocks. That's my disclaimer. If you take it seriously and get upset, you really only have yourself to blame. I like to think of myself as a force of nature. Don't let the howling of the wind upset you, but if such things please you, please enjoy my bluster.

A can of energy drink done and my tastebuds still tingle for it's sweet goodness. Tastebuds: all one word? It should be. Spellcheck doesn't like it. Spellcheck doesn't like the word Spellcheck either but sod it. Rage against the machine! Please don't let Office Spellcheck dictate to you what is and what is not English. YOU create and preserve the English language, not a computer program. Add some new words to your dictionary, you'll be happier for it! Nothing is really wrong, just unpopular. This from a grammar Nazi!

The clichéd bit:
I saw the movie Avatar last night. It was good but the cinema ballsed it up. Avoid Reel cinema (St. Stepehens, deserving on another rant) in Hull. I highly recommend Vue, in Princes Quay (Hull) for your cinema experience. Probably more to come on that.
End of cliché

End of first Blog? Why not. It's a blowing a gale out, hailstoning (another word Spellcheck doesn't like) hard. I'm glad I'm inside to enjoy it's sound on the metal roof.

I am not rereading my Blog. Errors will just have to remain.