Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XX Edition IX

                                                                              Doc GM

            Here we go again, the start of another blog posting. Time has past a bit too quickly, but that does happen when one keeps themselves busy. My company has had some income every month of this year, the end of September is near, and another quarterly financial report is due, for my Last Resort Income Agent here in Quebec. The stupidity of Canadian politics, the Provincial and Municipal Governments back my self employment efforts as a mental health consumer, where the PM's Office is sabotaging us with communist Ottawa on our backs, causing suppression, thus interfering with different levels of Government possible tax grap from me. What are the Courts going to say? That I hallucinated Justin making reference to a Merlin Priest while speaking at United Nations. I think Justin should explain himself to the Canadian people, on who is his Merlin Priest, and his pay scale and functions.

           As I work in the vacinity where I live, making some money self employed, while doing some physical labour as occupational therapy, thus saving my own life once again from being over medicated on a chemical treatment plan with no occupational therapy. I succeeded in getting my medication level reduced, and like I wrote in the past, I am now getting more and more organized while getting my act together to be productive. I always built my life through investing in myself, by working on scholastic education and partaking in the practical application of engineering, the arts and writing. Political inferance seems to be my handicap right now, stopping me from advancing to a higher income bracket more quickly, than what it is taking me now.

        Then of course there is all the talk that I am going to prison, to go to prison you have to pass through a Court room, while being defended by a Lawyer, and if need be cut a deal with the Crown Prosecutor. Thus making for a swift and speedy trial to save dragging out Court costs and legal fees. So stop yapping that I am going to jail, or come and arrest me on what ever trumped up charges you want to make around me.

        I am getting a charge out of my life now, thinking and remembering, 50 years ago September a Indiginous gal was the apple of my eye in first year of junoir high, then 40 years ago. I was out to sea, working 12 hour days 7 days a week, then 30 years ago I stopped the Montreal East End Oil Refinary from blowing up, it was around that time. through having a social with the Field Operation Manager and discussing our work to each other. Then 20 years ago I was standing up for the National Building Code still. 10 years ago I was caught up in crap around my Mother and I ended  up having to deal with a hitch in the Homeless Missions. I will zip it shut for now, my whoof and mouth disease is typing too much. So here is my Celtic to Indiginous style art of the Government Hound Dog below, sniffng out bull shit on a special leach as a schizo/genius. A long time ago I was told there was 1.5 million contrafeit Canadian Social Insurance cards, yea like what is going on all these years later. Zip...zipper style?

                  

 

            Some say to leave my blog as it is, even although it does not meet Google standards in substance, for Google advertizing like I had. This blog being my Court evidance of me and what I went through, from the mental health situation I am in. With myself being dubbed, a modern Canadian Otto Dix, another brillient German from the past, an Artist of WWII, who carriend his Troops through the trenches of WWI with his protraying  of it in art.  The following art in the picture below, is from an Indigenous Artist's concept, being studied by me,while her work was in a museum while I was in the homeless missions of Montreal, surviving a winter while finding my salvation. Now it is Canada's National Day For Truth & Reconciliation 2022 for remembering a sad part of Canadian history and dealing with our past as a Nation.

                    I have to deal with what I wrote on the Internet through being an angry mental health consumer, with the hospital being in denial that I had media attention going way back. It became a curse through the un-necessary suppresion and being told I was hallucinating radio and TV when I was not. The Pharmacy now knows me better than the Mental Health CLSC in Montreal that I deal with. I am a bit scared from it all, mental health is no bed of roses, it seems like it is more of a thorney path, and you have to watch your soul with every step.  I always felt different from the others in mental health, and fought for everything that I have, it did not come easy, I now own a lot of recycled furniture, building what I had in the past out of nothing. It has been eight years since I got out of a unjust incasaration in long term care. Then slowly making my point and through partly manipulating the system, to get less medicated from a stupid chemical treatment plan while having nothing to do. I found my own way of putting my talents to work, in a lot of cases I made no money, rip off working for nothing, but a labour of love to keep busy, and be productive while on a chemical treament plan in psychiatry. Through fighting for my own determined path to recovery, getting the medication changed so I could function, even if it was just for my own self determination. Psychiatry thought they knew me, but they never had the time to sit with me to nuture my intelligence for a form of occupational therapy, the system never reasoned with me, it was all Court ordered bull shit for chemical treatment plans with no occupational therapy plan attached to the Court orders. I have boxes of Court orders that need properly disposed of. With the change of medication levels so that I am not chemically castrated any more, I am not having the angure problem, while my particaular case of somewhat of a schizo/genius in art and engineering, the two fields of profession that I studied whole heartedly, is getting me through with self creating my own occupational therapy and  quality work habits on my own.  

                Part of getting my life back is owed to processing my water through filters that I developed and investing in for processing water. Moving the 4 L plastic bottles is exercising within its self. The healthier water I am pursuing, for cook and drink water for my coffees, where the discolouration of the my filters speak for themself. It is like the phrase, seeing is believing, I trust my work around my water science, even although a Psychiatrist  testified in Court that my water processing was more or less a delusion. 

            Here below, is an image of inspiration from a Church service. it is some sort of Godly thought of water and the plant life to make a surreal piece of art, as I wrote, it was done after an inspiration thought during a sermon in a Church service while in the homeless missions, when I was still banging out works of art in the missions. Feeling the gift of giving, I have a lot to be thankful for 

this Thanksgiving Sunday. It has been two years since I got out of a mental health hospital, where I ended up after doing my term under arrest by the State. I have a good team of Medical Professionals working with me instaead of being chemically butchered by medication. What it took for the system to see me as a public figure schizo/genius, my own occupational therapy worked, to the point where I am getting more and more acknowledgement in my community for my acomplishments.

                As to what I did emailing a lot of places, even sending my water research paper to a Zoo in Quebec, to get the chimpanzes to learn how to process water my way, for themselves and other animals at the Zoo. Like I wrote, volunteer work gets you things even if by being supported with food vouchers.  Thanksgiving words of wisdom that came to me, after my Church sermon I absorbed this morning, from my Reverand hosting the service:  "Being thankful for the blessings of hope through faith, even although the challenging nature of faith, causes one to curse their God, for the misery dished out to one in life. It is just God's way to set you on a path, to grow in various degrees of human nature."   

                Human nature and war, I do not want to take sides of the Ukraine war with Russia at this point, war is war! How to put it, what is the difference between Israel launching missles on civilians areas in Gaza, it is not a war crime too, but it is accepted military tactic, as Israel is a friend of NATO.  I am just debating this in my head, what is the Ukraine war really about? It is human nature for  some to be bullies with armies, and some people/politicians will not listen to reason, then war often comes about. I remember the first TV war as a child in Canada, Veitnam conflict, who backs who for what reasons? War is dumb but has always been in human nature since Abraham in the scriptures. 

            How not to make comments in public, as to in a coffee line this morning. A young Jewish lad expressed himself to the Cashier, "I am a Jew and resent what he wrote", heard while I was standing in the coffee line. The Cashier express herself back. "I resent what you just said, I am from Palestine." So it would have been best for Canadians to stay neutral in public conservation, and let the Government of Canada take sides by suppling arms and training to the Ukraine war effort. Thus putting Canadians to work in arms dealing, creating jobs where there is a shortage of manpower with steel toe boots, but our Government is a committed member of the NATO allegance, hence they try and fill the wrong shoes. To be there for more of a peace effort, if Canada had decided to stay neutral and try to broker peace with suppling food, water and medicine to the Ukraine. Thus putting pressure on both sides for  peace talks, instead of being an arms dealer, for a select few to get rich from the war.  It is next to impossiable for me to earn a decent living in Canada, due to blackmail that thrives in our democracy, that makes life in Canada impossible. Would Putin offer me work and a chance to breed, where I am not allowed to in Canada with being a schizo. To suit the Canadian Government, I can not crawl up into my Mother's womb and come out an abortion or miscairrige, she dead! I have no real family on this side of the ocean, really now, if I  get a pay cheque and fucked and blown, I do not really care who I work for, as long as I can earn a honest day's pay and do my taxes on money earned.  Yea like trading places, I go to Russia to work as an Engineering Technician and get decent housing, then an Ukraine refugee can have my room to rent with Quebec's last resort income cheque, and pay a Landed Immirgrant slum lord the rent instead of me. 

            To think, to be free of Canada's blackmail and politics, on the lunch time news, our Prime Minister used the word "schizo", and a reporter called him a biggot. One would think Justin had learned something about mental health over the years, with his Mother being a mental health consumer with bucks in her pockets/purse, for her status in the Canadian community. Only a schizo can use the word schizo, it is like the "N" word, Justin proved himself to be a biggot once again, with his misuse of the word schizo, in his news conferance today on Oct 12th 2022. He should resign from politics over this, his political theatrics do not wash over the schizo word!!! It is like Justin needs some sensitivity training over mental health issues, and what, tax payers have to pay for this too? 

        I am suing the Prime Ministers Office on behalf of all persons with schizophrenia, world wide, we will clean out Canada of all revenue and oil reserves to provide for my fellow persons with schizophrenia in a small way. Then I will get the fuck out of this demented country that gets no facts straight about any thing, what, everyone from my past got something to say in slander, which I will not have to listen too in Russia. Then when in public places, I am not going to have to hear that I am going to be bludgeoned, when I am in a safe environment like Russia!!!  Now that I broke this news, I hear the "Man", Putin has a daughter that is O positive like me. As to an RCMP concept, where there is one, there are more!  So Russia has O positive women by logical deduction, a fresh start in psychiatry and  on the chase for a woman to breed with, is something very attractive. With my grade 10 education from taking a course back in high school, I know I can only breed with a another human of the opposite sex that is O positive like myself. I will still get my Church on zoom and hopeflully I will make good contacts for developing my stethoscope probe as a device for a cell phone, along with my water processing. A chance to prove my water paper as being valid medically, with the results of consuming the cleanest possible water for cooking and drinking. I am sick and tired of the industrial sabotage that I have to deal with in this country, and living in an apartment with two very questionable characters. It has been 17 years since I touched a woman, two abortions later through help from Social Workers, and two women that tried to put me in prison for selfish gain, I have had enough of this crappy life. The abortions were to stop questionable women that wanted a child for financial gain from my hard working hands. At 62, I am really fed up, being in Canada really sucks!!! A lot of Canadians are still bent on putting me in prison, for what? Canadians and their petty problems of being jealousy people, that would rather ruin a person's life than see a person succeed, as in my story. To let the country know, I am like my Father, I can not be bought to be silenced like people that do anything for money. Here ends the lesson to Canada's corrupt bull shit around me.

        

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Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XX Edition VIII

 How Is One To Express Themself, When The Stupidity of Psychiatry Rules Their Life 

                Honestly, I am sick and tired of this life ruled by the Courts and psychiatry, and what does the Psychiatrist care? The system has had me walking to the Pharmacist every night to take medication infront of one of them. No one cares about the side effects of being over medicated for my skill level and aptitude, to the point where once again a female Psychiatrist has taken my sperm away with medication.  I suppose she has got side effect medication to give my sperm back as well, which I doubt. Like she said to me, "I do not care about your sperm" While being alone with this issue, when their are 9 staff members getting a pay cheques, just backing up the Psychiatrist and doing me in with a chemical treatment plan. I am not suppose to bitch and complain, just swallow pills, all at tax dollar expense, while the system provides nothing in return. If I want treatment, I am to go to psychiatry emergency, for what? More wasted money with Doctors sticking together like glue, when they are doing in one of my testicals as a end result of their chemical treatment plan, that I have to follow or they will send the Police after me. Some body want to correct me for being wrong about this? I should not be feeling like this about the system, I have lost faith in it.

            I wake up and get my vitamins in me, with a bit of a snack. Until I wake up from the sluggish body from the pills the night before. The testical is still sore, I will have to now pop some pain killers. This all came about from a urinary track constipation induced by the antipsychotic pill consumption. Where  there is after drip when ending to urinate occures. Well what now, I just heard on the radio that Doctors resent my comment about sticking together like glue. Well the Psychiatrist and medical profession say I hallucinate radio and TV, so the antipsychoatic medication is not working but giving unjust side effects. I am sitting alone wondering who to call for my testical issue? All I get is an answering machine from my mental health system, I managed to get an appointment with my GP's Nurse, one problem, getting there on the other side of town where one needs a car. 

            Hopefully when I get to my GP's Nurse, something will be done with the over salivation I am experiencing as another side effect of the psychiatrict chemical treatment plan, I am tired of the drouling and spitting saliva when I talk. I do not make for good company as a result of this, just driven more into isolation from the mental health experience. For their medicale advice over the saliavation, they want me to put another chemical under my tongue, what I am suppose to do? Submit to thier money making medication skeme, off the skin from under my tongue? Then who in their right mind would want a medicated saliva kiss? I have lived and functioned on less medication in the past, without all these complications.

        Then as another side effect, the medication changes my focal point for my bi-focal glasses, which I just bought last Novenber/December. I do not believe what my life has become, being a lonely public pill popper for the Courts. I admit I have been in this position most of my life, somehow for the pain of it, I will puff on a bit of pot in a small pipe, it is also a way to get food into me through assisting me to feel like eating. I withheld writing these issues, hoping to have some workable treatment plan, one gets no where in this Court ordered system of psychiatry, yet to find away to over come into a healthier situation with some basic life essentials. More than likely be the death of me trying to achieve something better for a life.

        After my meal thought, how I feel betrade by the system that educated me, as I educated myself within the system. Logic process in my mind, like a game of chess, but developed in engineering line of thinking, to survive what I have been through. It still gets dam depressing trying to succeed with my tool box of ideas, such as processing water for health, helping in colonscopy which I did with the evidance of positive results when practiced. Why was I stopped from processing my water several times from sabotage, like other engineering interlectual property I conceived over the years. I am still waiting for returns from old investments in time and energy from years gone by, to a lot of my art I put together over periods of my life. 

        My bitterness comes out in my writing, now I have extrapyramidal side effects from long term use of antipsychotics again. They have come back once more after being free of EPSE for some time. I made a short video of my contractions, and emailed it searching for help. I know I am drinking too much coffee, which does not help the situation any, where does one turn when the system works against you. This posting has become mess up thoughts, frustration at its peak, I have to leave soon to go to the pharmacy for the ritual pill popping.

           How to edit all that I have written, now that I am home knowing I am a mixed bag of emotions. The years have come and gone, eight years since coming out of long term care. That time period slanted the system against me, I am now off the drug that started my urine after drip as a result of urinary track problems, the Doctor said I was getting older, I did not swallow that too good. The problem started on a certain drug and I mention this fact to my attending Psychiatrist, after he started my prescription. Now I have the problem full tilt and yes off the one certain drug. Like one TV Doctor said, "Sometimes the patient knows..." I knew my body at that time, I was donating blood and all before long term care, my first arrest was the mind blowing part to the psychiatric record for the Courts.

        Why was I suppressed the way I was? I always heard it stemmed from south of the border, Americans did not want me to succeed or something, I wrongfully did American bashing out of it, who is suppressing who around me.? All I know is the media attention is real and I am alone with the gossip of a grape vine. I never knew what my brother was up to in life, I only hear rumours of what he has done, which was not exactly for the benefit of man/woman kind. 

        With regards to my comment on how Doctors stick together like glue, my science of theology and water paper that I put together as a visionary schizo/genuis, with my filtering process. Doctors seem to admit the healthier benefits of cook and beverage water that go through my process of filtering by gravity. People admit what I accomplished by doing the filtration process for themselves, and getting their own results. All in the benefit of human kind, sharing medicine through Doctors of Medicine and Engineers Without Borders, with myself being an associate member of Engineers Without Borders, as an Engineering Technician. 

        It came about that I did a search on the rhesis babies, comparison to schizophrenia, and yes indeed there is a known link. Then answering to the Godly science of medicine, justifing  myself with schizophrenic issues from a young age. I trained myself diligently for certainly being with the spirit and stategy, in the fabric of my being, coming of age with knowing my schizophrenia from my birth, through the education stages and backed by medical records. Forestalling a clash of interests, staying calm trying to be of reserved spirit. Yet still in strong spirit as much as possible, hoping not to cause unsettling accounts of experiences but do. I studied my own strategies to become indepth of my own winning spirit, to have the financial victories for oneself as in yesteryear. Tomorrow should then surface as a victory that becomes easier for survival, as a financially rewarded person, for stature of place in a largely unrewarding structured society, one falls into with the associated stigma complexities and practice of mental health. 

        The logical deduction of a basically lonely life, is to thrive for something, a meaning to the pharmacutical science for a chemical treatment plans for the "schizo" state of being, lost in a unresolved confused thinking process for lack of social life with others. I have been there, taken to hospital and adapted back with some norm quickly, around the social structure of being an inpatient.  I used to always work with the hospital staff on the ward, I had methods to lead telling the staff engineering problems with  the ward, sometimes I was deemed delusional around my engineering when I was not. The Nurses and BAP's on the inpatient side of things, knew I worked closely with student nurses on the mental health team, giving them visionary thought of automating the equipment that they were learning to use on rounds. I showed inpatient staff air and water filtration. I told them to take the concept to the engineering students from their schooling system. Why am I still alone if I have all these assets of inspiration from engineering.?

        Here today being Sunday within my time span of writing my posting, I am left thinking about the concept of sin. I once came up with the word Envirosin, as a way to admit to doing things that were not so eco-friendly to the planet. Then it became Intersin on the net, firing away wrongfully as an end result of suppression and bullying keeping me in poverty. My Psychiatrist deems me delusional about media attention and being a public figure in art and engineering. I have had to deal with this situation for too long now, since I became aware of the media vine of attention, like a political hot potatoe in some cases, with reference to my situation being  made.   

        I have become well known in my neighbourhood, I always related the words "my brother the old pirate bought I, sold I , thought he owned I". stemming from a musician's song of redemption, I sure relate to his lyrics. When I think back, going through the Courts in mental health, I was never treated like a person of engineering stature, even when I offered to pass the Judge's  glass of water through my water filters.  I am still fighting to get proper space to process my water through the filters I developed, with the reverse osmosis system, by using different coloured spectrums of light, in a time laps setting.

        I also have put together a window filter, and installed it in my kitchen window, at the same time my air circulating fan has a filter on it. I am yet to put up a second filter in my main room that I rent to sleep etc.. My community on my street know me as the little Engineering Technician, that earns his keep with their help, while  I invest in my proto-types, which are my design and fabrication side of  my company, investing in my conventional products inclusive of my conventional art products. I am an Engineering Technician first, schizo/genuis second, one feeds the other in skill development with schooling and work to over come mental health issues, no matter who you are or location on the planet Earth. I had to come up with my own occupational therapy, while on the Psychiatrist's the chemical treatment plan in mental health, chemical treatment plans do not work alone.

                With the times being what they are,  I am posting this peice of charcoal drawing, how to be a gentilman, and honouring the passing of Queen Elizabeth II. I always believed in the Queen, and  prayed she would  see affairs of the Throne through, to the best of  her ability. 

                I enjoy challenges, here is one challenge for someone to answer for me, how is it a person that does not read or write English nor French, how can said people get a driver's licence in Quebec, or run a honourable business as an owner, to owning property. I get by doing work self employed through my company Creations Doc GM here in Quebec, and Doc GM Creatilons in the rest of Canada,  by knowing how to read and write for taxes etc. It is just how to curtail this lack of education situation, that has landed imirgrants succeeding more than others in this country called Canada. My parents were landed imirgrants, I got no problem with individuals from these roots, it is how to work together for fair wage between both business associetes, without scamming slave labour out of a Canadian that is educated like myself. There are labour laws and wage control in Canada, the present system fails when people in general end up working for next to nothing, and the rich get richer off slave labour, using people while breaking labour laws by  Canadian standards. This does go on, I got used as a slave in my neighbouthood by a "bull shit" Landed Immirgrant, who is a business person that used me and my psychiatric financial benetfit for my income, during a time period, when I was proving I can work while taking my mental health medication.  The business person  I was involved with, was  getting me to work but with me getting caught up in not being paid for services. If one can not read or write english and french, how does one make an informed vote as a Canadian citizen?  To filling in government paper work and all, I know this goes on, but how do they get off with it?     

                The supper time News was interesting how a manufacture gave French lessons to his multilingular staff of Landed Imirgrants, so that they could better themselves in the system insituted for language protection of Quebec's French speaking community. Going way back I had an employer that would pay for my electrical lessons in school after work, in passing the course it would get paid for, and a pay raise insentive, that was when I came back from the coast dazed and confused with my schizo issues. It was my first job in Montreal related to the engineering field, I have since built a solid engineering back ground, from ships to land based production establishments, of invested money for jobs in the Canadian economy. 

            Fishing through my blog, I do not remember all the bashing on the net that I did.  Why did Bush say what he did, appairently he was another politician that had a gripe about me before I knew it myself.  How sorry it got, when  too many people got out of line running my life and denial of who I was, to who I became as a man, working through a mental health system since 1984. I started writing my blog the beginning of 2004. Now I am in control of certain aspects of my life, still forging away in art and engineering, physical labour, along with writing to have a honest bill in my pocket once again like I acheived in my youth.

Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XX Edition VII

Getting More And More Done Around My Apartment, Now That I Am Not So Medicated

        Between doing odd jobs around the building I live in, like handling the garbage bins with the garbage truck crew, while starting up doing art again, with recycling as a theme. With some of my personal items, recycling and designing, I made a simple engineering drafting/art board, for today's accomplishment in the Montreal heat wave. Here is a picture of what I engineered for myself, as I forge ahead with my developed skills.

            I am also recycling more by handling the garbage bins, taking out electric/electronics from the city garbage dump and water table, through taking them out of the trash bins for environmental concerns. There are people that stand by me, to do garbage with strict  enforcement, to help save Garbage Collection Crews from dealing with lack of co-operation from community dwellers. How to sort out a mess of green, brown and grey building bins for recycling, garbage and composting, While all the unwanted garbage made from what is suppose to be recycled, is left for someone to sort out in adverse conditions.  We all have to do a bit more to save ourselves and what has become the state of the planet. I was advised by medical care to join a gym, with the lack of financial resourses, I work a bit doing the garbage bins, and stripping down electrical household items that are put out to the curb. Taking the controls out of them while putting just plastic from the items in the recycling bin. I was given a garbage bin and I marked it for recycling electrics/electronics, to be recycled right      

            I more or less volunter to help with the garbage bins with the waste disposal team from the city. I bleach the bins for the white parasites in the street garbage containers, with a tool I recycled from the garbage and purchased a part to make it operational.  I am trying to earn extra money from doing this physical labour once again. It was my GP in medicine that wanted me to get in a gym, I could not afford that at this time, so I am trying the physical labour handling the garbage bins for exercise.  Then I also use an covid bio-spray on dwelling common  door handles etc, I do not work for free, this is  a much needed service. This building I live in has had its day, and needs leveled, rebuilt for apartments and electric charging stations for cars in a re-structured design and construction methods for 2022 standards and evironmental considerations. 

            The social and theraputic environment I am in now, is more founded with roots growing from March 2014 when I came to this neighbourhood. It has been a long haul trying to establish myself after long term care for 8 months, I will leave it as no comment at this point. The whole affair was stupid and unjust administering of the law. The mental health system failed me and the mental health act needs some hole patching and strenghtened out with a germ and virus act, in paraelle legislation for prosecution or defense of a mental health consumer for the Courts, or anyone one else for that matter. 

            Appairently people want to drag me through Court again, now that I am rising in popularity with people that see me trying to be a leader in handling the garbage bins on my street, while controling  the white parasites in the bins. I built my life through the pyschiatrict shcool of hatd knocks, and blooming as something special instead of that stereo typed mental health consumer, that is the ugly duckling at first licks. I turn sixty two this August, and life is turning around into stability with a sound environment, working with the Pharmacist, Doctors, Nurses and Social Workers. I develope my own occupational therapy through pysical work and writing efforts on several papers to succeed once again and feeling myself worth out of it. 

            This piece of art was done when I was being processed through the Courts for an unfortunite arrest and due processing. Symbolic of breaking free from these chains of suppression, as depicted by a wall with a path through it, to some sort of break away from being confined with the stygma of mental health and ensuing bullying around it. My Father told me a bit, of how my brother bullied me around the wagon he made for us. I guess it never ended, and some sort of political might of bullying  against me came about. I learned the hard way, I never knew what was going on around me with people that followed my brother, they deem me as their slave, or some dumb idealogy like this, and try to bully me into that position. How I rose to break free of this God awful mess I fell into, I will be getting retribution with time through the Courts, with a Social Worker Team aligned at my side to see me succeed. My tools and equipment I put together over time, since long term care, are going to pay taxes again !            

            I claim all money I make from tips doing, Dep and Tim runs for associates. They add up over a month as income and justifies my being, for doing some sort of work in my community, that took me in without judging the colour of my mind, through the grey matter of my brain, as to schizophrenia post mordome analysis. The mental health staff that over sees my life, how do I word it, do they really care about me or is it just a job for money? No one in mental health industry has ever got me a paying job, I did that on my own, hiding the mental health issues to get work. Psychiatrists that write medical forms for individuals, and the Government that issues the mental health cheques accordingly. The Psychiatrist can not even get the facts straight about unfit to work etc. For getting monetary income,  the Psychiatrist signs your life away into poverty as a consumer of mental health system, one is written off as unfit for work. By what they write for a lame excuse for their patient to get money. If the mental health system really care about one like myself, who worked all my life while taking mental health medication, I would not have to argue my point at the age of 62. I am high functioning and fit for some sort of work as an engineering technician, but the system falsifies documentation  that I am unfit for work. One can not live on a mental health provincial alotment alone, it is not enough money, Mental health staff get all the money for dragging me through the Courts for their bennefit to have a secure job, I am alone with my issues and the staff I deal with have no time for me. I get a home visit once a week for what ? Giving the mental health worker power to run my life with the Courts, and nothing gets accomplished but me popping pills, while fending for myself to earn extra money with the side effects of medication. I even had to argue my point with Social Services that I deal with, over claiming the money I make. I should get a pay cheque for teaching the system about claiming money one makes, and how to work the books with informing the Last Resort Income Agent in Quebec, all the money made during the month, no matter how little or how much. I should never had that arguement with mental health staff, the stupid blackmail around me is more of a handicap for getting work, not my mental heath condition or status. It is not my fault, where it seems half the country wants under the table money and pay no taxes, they never thought about provincial taxes and paying into a Provincial Government pension plan. All these jealous people over my provincial pension cheque, because they do not have, due to not claiming money made over "x" amount of years. Then when one gets caught not claiming money, they bitch at the Government catching them, like they are up to no good, collecting taxes etc from unclaimed revenue. This gives someone a good paying Government job in a well structured system, of taxes and tax refunds, while policing the same system of monitary rules and regulations, to catch the determined scam-artist. The scam-artist ends up in a senoirs residence like everyone else, but sharing a room with a person, with a welfare cheque of a income, pensioned off with nothing in money or assets due to having a life time of scamming, then maledies or old age sets in, just costing the socialist system much needed money, where it is needed the most for senoirs care, as we grow in elderly population and health care needs. 

                I can never retire with my present financial income, I have to work until I drop dead on the job or something just as stupid. I can not get my inheritance because of what my brother did to my Mother's estate and assets. It has been five years this coming Christmas since my Mother past away, I only have myself to care for with my limited income, until if and when I get my inheritance.

                At the age I am now, I have come to realize how people in general, can not handle being corrected by a little schizo like myself. That applies to mental health workers as well, I can not be wrong over everyrhing, I am not as delusional as made out to be by the mental health system and the Courts. Why is it I have known more scammers on welfare than wholesome people that believe in paying taxes ? It boils down to having nothing for my labours, such as for the chores of cleaning the apartment and being the only one paying for cleaning products. I do the work around my shared apartment trying to keep it clean, while handling the garbage bins of this multi-unit building on garbage day, with the recycling truck or garbage vehical. Garbage and recycling services of the city are considered essential service, as to working  with the the city crew and keeping the bins clean from these white parasites and other dirt that builds up in the bins, causing offensive odors from the city collection bins. Someone has to do this job for the building I reside in, it will have to be settled in Court, me against the Landlord of this building I live in. The building representative asked me if I wanted to work for him, I said yes with giving him my business card, but the landed immigrant decided no, putting his own kind from his country of origin, to work instead of me around the building. By voluntering one can get work by the reputation of the person doing the voluntering, volunbters higher amoung themselves as believing in volunteering.