Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XX Edition X

Doc GM

            There it is on the radio, Putin would take me in and have me taken care of, too much blackmail to do me in, while here in the free democratic society. I could produce better, in a more of a protective environment, that would nurture harvested skills. Even appling for a job again, I was told they got a phone call not to hire me, just like it was about twenty years ago. Is this not a sign that democracy is failing? Stopping a person for what cause? When the individual being myself, justs wants to work towards financial independance from the state somewhat, instead of the state always dishing out to support me.  What psychiatry costs, chemical castration with a Psychiatrist and the Courts, for no good reason, all causing me emotional pain, along with costing tax dollars. Inclusive of my Legal Aid Lawyer to fight back, because I have a psychiatric problem as deemed by the Courts. I am just a health card number in line with others, that no one cares about the truth of my life. The Psychiatrist say what they want for the Courts as the expert witness of my state of mind, and most people will not touch the likes of me with a 10 foot pole with this background. I have written on this blog for 18 years now, not much good has come out of it. At least it was a place to release mental health fustration, when Pstchiatrists and their Staff members were bent on doing me in, when I claimed to have some media attention around my art and engineering.

            If I do not show up at the Pharmacy, to be the public pill popper as demanded by my Psychiatrist and the Courts, they will sent the Police after me, for an escort to a psychiatric ward for refusing to take the prescribed medication. I am not even suppose to bitch about chemical castration, with the cocktail of  pill consumption. In psychiatry over the years, Psychiatrists have chemically castrated me several times, do they really know what they are doing? Why use chemical medication methods, at levels to such a degree that you castrate the male? I am not their little pill popping experiment, but that is how it turns out.

            I am back filtering my city water for cooking and drinking fluids. Even although the Psychiatrist slandered the shit out of my water processing in the Courts. I once said to a Judge, the glass of water on your bench, you want to pass it through my filters that I developed. She took no interest, but listened to the Psychiatrist as the expert witness, to do me in with no appeal of her judgement. Let me guess, I was just another "schizo" passing through her Court room. How many others got the same judgement cast upon them, with the expert witness being the Psychiatrist, testifing to get what he/she wants as a chemical treatment plan, like I wrote, in my case leading to chemical castration. As to the present Psychiatrist, who said to me, "I do not care about your sperm", when I started complaining of sexual dysfunction, well what does she care about? So she knew what she was going to do to me, with the chemical castration as an end result of percribing psychiatric medication at her medication levels. This is no way to live, it is like a wasted life at the hands of psychiatry, someone want to give me a reason for what this is all for? An 811 Nurse informed me on what is in my psychiatric file, like he said to me, "this is impossible what psychiatry wrote on your medical file." They get off with doing and saying what they want, to the mental health patient that needs a Legal Aid Lawyer to fight back. Tax dollars being used to fight, the tax dollars doing me in, is the basic bottom line. Psychiatrist's always got their chemical treatment plan through the Courts applied to me, never was it ever mentioned that I should be doing some occupational therapy on the chemical treatment plan, I always came up with my own occupational therapy through working. What and this counts for nothing?

I have a dam good education in engineering and theology, when one goes to school at night, between books, tuition, meals and coffees, it was about $1000 a year in Quebec's CEGEP level. Over ten years I invest $10,000 in myself to build my life. Burseries account for twenty four credits at University level for about five yeatrs, my transcripts and tools etc, illegally went into a Bailiff's container with a Landlord.  How to support Ontario's Teacher strike! They have to pay for an education to teach, and one does not load their sixteen tonnes and go deeper in in the hole being buried in debt for nothing. I had also invested in about $10,000 in tools for engineering, which were stolen at one point in my life. 

            Appairently, one can only sue the Government of Canada, for a maxium pay out of $350,000,000.00, well so be it. Let the Schizophrenia Society of Canada have the money to help persons with schizophrenia, to make some small change for the positive. The cost of using the word "schizo", by an elected official to the media, was a very expensive mistake, I am still pissed over this. What I became when my community took me in and nicked named me. It is like another  A.K.A., on top of all the other names I have been called over a sixtious time span. Now reduced to Doc GM as a signiture name, not too sure what became of the Doctor Goober Modesty name, a lot of rumours float in the rains of gossip, as I am a rising star in art and engineering once again. It takes a community to save a life of the less fortunite, and there are multitudes of less fortunite, like there are multitudes of people with abundance, who have to help share the load of society, and not have a free ride through life at the expense of others. 

            My work and pleading to introduce my water processing into what can become a common practice for one's health. I am proving it once again working with a Pharmacist, 811 Nurse, a GP Doctor, and the unfortunite psychiatric past. Where one gets stereo-typed by the grey matter of the mind with schizophrenia, which is evident in brain analysis post mordom. Schizophrenia is through out all ethinic groups and delusion in some extreme religious practices can be determined. In the same light an apparition to a Theologian , is a hallucination to the Psychiatrist, found in schizophrenia cases, like in my own personal case. Working toward cleaner air through my window filters, I try to succeed against all odds, but Canada will not let me earn money due to sabotage endorsed by some as in my case histroy. Just because I carry the schizophrenia diagnosis, it does not mean that I am not an individual that is delusional about everything as Psychiatrists testified in Court proceedings. I have to try and convince psychiatry that my engineering is not delusional, it is still a malpractice law suit around this stupidity. I know what is in the media, through listening to  the radio and watching quality TV, which I do not hallucinate as Psychiatrists claim. 

            The stupidity of my life, even although I have installed window filters in my apartment where I live, and have a circulating fan with a filter on it as well, I still can not earn a decent living due to political interferance. Why is it so hard to to launch a proto-type design in this Country, Justin took the tatoo not me, I know all about the delusion of "tatooed into the faith of time", all these tatooed jealous people with their now medical handicap. I have no tatoo and I am perfectly healthy for my age and mental health status, while rebuilding again with sabotage doing me in everywhere. I have friends and associates with tatoos for certain reasons, the whole affair and original reasons for taking a tatoo has been lost. Email me if you are in the Montreal area and want window and ventilation fan filters installed in your dwelling, for the benefit of your health. Working together with financing, this filtering concept can be done in most dwellings, while developing the concept with what is yet to be put together correctly, by a competant engineering team. 

            I fought so hard for proper engineering application by guide lines for dwellings,when standing up for the National Building Code and trying to apply it, to stop gyprock over old plaster instalations. Then I now have unearthed suspended ceilings put up under old plaster ceilings. One problem ,when the roof leaks under wear from normal to extreme environmental conditions, how does one get to repair the old plaster ceiling, if they can not get to it for the suspended ceiling.

Rememberance Day 2022

            The above work of art was done while standing up for the National Building Code, I took it to my local legion at the time, and told them I needed help to get it finished, with the tomb of the unknown soldier to be painted in the center of the circle. The art was lost to a Bailiff's container, just prior to becoming homeless, but saved through the digital era. When I was standing up for the National Building Code here in Montreal, there was an ad in the paper for joining the Canadian Military Reserves, and indeed I did apply and made arrangements to somehow survive. Like a RCMP Officer said to me when my life was getting out of hand, "Never give up your hope", it was something like that, how can I qoute so many years later. 

                I started fighting for justice as a child, when pinned to the ground by two neighbourhood bullies, I screamed 911 repeatedly claiming an attempted robbery of Montreal Gazette collection money, which I had on my possesion. Sometime around that part of my life, I was taken in at a young age by Police Officers on my paper route. I will leave it at that for now. I knew by instinct to cut a deal to survive Canadian society while in Uniform in the Coast Guard training I went through. I admit I was used to complete a mandate which I have done several times over, being a special Artist through how my story panned out in nugguts of gold flowing in engineering and the arts around me. As it was mentioned to me, "what you are worth, now I really got to watch over you". Who is crying foul now? I have a lot of backing for doing what I am doing having control of my life again, to always being my basically happy in nature. I solved quite a few problems by processing my water again, and on the verge of landing a golden egg in psychiatry, through my friends and associates, with a Pharmacist that knows me better than the Psychiatrist. I have to deal with psychiatry for the Courts in mental health. When will the ball and chain of psychiatry be cut down to size for their stupid medical practice around me through unevolved Freudian concepts. So I am controlled by a Psychiatrist with the Courts and Tribunal Adminastratiff in Quebec, I have a good Legal Office at tax payers expense, fighting the Psychiatrists tax dollars to do me in with a chemical treatment plan, with no real proper follow up! I close for now, with my winning hand of my own occupational therapy to keep busy, and be a productive person in my community and society on the whole. 

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.