It has been kinda nice not writing about the issue of technology in my head for a while. Kinda necessary too, because ... well, I was having a right old piss take of a time again prior to Christmas and not doing so is just one of several measures I take after prolonged periods of dealing with blatant bullshit in order to ensure my anger - amongst other emotions just 'being' for a time helps to effectively manage - doesn't increase to a level that it's likely it'll do for me eventually anyway. It'd be so easy to become forlorn when considering the future - mine that is - but beyond facilitating indulging in some self pity along the way I fail at all to see the point in becoming such. So I don't, I seek outside stimulus whilst a healthy amount of water passes under the bridge and washes away with it the pressures of dealing with the then and there - which also presents me with the oh so valuable benefit of hindsight concerning recent goings on, because there ain't gonna be no permanent state of inaction from me until I get a frickin operation, or, I'm dead basically. And here's hoping the latter doesn't precede the afore mentioned, though I'll be sure to come back and haunt some fuckers if it does!
Yeah, has been frustrating of late - and I know I keep building up a head of steam in writing this blog and then stopping dead in my tracks - but you need to appreciate that I am also dealing with matters directly too, which essentially often dictates that new developments concerning my horrendous circumstances either prompt a need to – as I've touched upon – focus my attentions elsewhere, or, hold back on beginning to punch back with the copious amounts of information I keep in reserve for what I deem to be a more appropriate time. Rest assured though, I can provide a great deal of this, and that if - as is looking likely - I'm forced into publicly releasing it because the authorities continue to refuse to act, then things are going get 'openly' real nasty. There's folks out there you see that have had it coming from me for a very long time. Some of whom, until quite recently, I've even made an effort to maintain some semblance of a relationship with in order to gauge their reactions to certain things or maybe glean further snippets of useful information from them. Somewhat devious perhaps, but those I'm referring to I know it to be a fact historically have been actively engaged in trying to destroy my life and would see me perish rather than have to face up to their involvement and the truth of matters. I'm not after just an individual though, otherwise I'd wouldn't be sat here now, I'd be right in their face and would be hammering them relentlessly until they broke. I'm after a collective, a network, a group of people whom I can link together and that if questioned effectively by the authorities would be exposed for what they are in reality; mercenary, sick, criminal scum bags. Abusers of all shapes, ages, sizes and of both sexes – 'Chattel Slavers'.
Chattel – movable possession(s).
I've been writing, I just haven't been posting and there is lots to report, but to be honest the violence being inflicted on my person via this technology over the last few months has been grinding me down too. Hardly surprising given that this' exactly what its supposed to do, but I've also been preparing myself mentally to take things to another level – by which, essentially I mean I'm going to get specific and generalise less.
Many moons ago now I was privileged enough to speak with a man whom took it upon himself to pass onto me the benefit of some of his life's wisdom. He was a retired British military officer that had also served for some years in the Arab military too and had seen more than his fare share of direct conflict. We spoke of modern conflict, of preventative measures and of how an 'individual' whom was motivated correctly could possibly, and quite feasibly, be more effective in affecting positive change than any army ever could.
Why did we do this? We did because of the position I was in at the time, and because he was aware that I had received an invitation to go to the Middle East – this was post 9-11 – with my safety assured to live and work, but also to be educated on the 'realities' of why there is so much conflict with the West. And the 'actual' position I was in at that time was under lock and key on the back of flagrantly fabricated evidence (I wonder why - not!) where I remained for months whilst professionals set about tearing my mind to shreds. Terrific flippin job they did too because within a couple of weeks I barely new my arse from my elbow, but I hung on to some advice that man gave me and I've lived by it ever since. Those words were ... “Never attack unless you have to, and if you do, make sure you do it properly”.
A bit of 'Channel Marketing' is what I've been up to, and yes my MP has been vigilant enough to respond to my request to – as he put it – hold matters in abeyance for the time being and leave his door open to me. Just as my activities now are being monitored by a National Newspaper I interviewed with prior to Christmas too and I have also engaged with a firm of solicitors who are willing to take on my case to boot. These and other 'channels' have now been established and it's now just down to me to begin feeding each simultaneously with information.