Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XX Edition XI

 

Doc GM

Here it is in the middle of November, snow came down today in Montreal, giving myself a chance to exercise a bit shovelling snow. It would be good to find a new place to live, the building where I reside right now, well it is on its last legs. With being a mental health consumer, I know the stigma from my Landlord's representative dishing it out to me, while not being a true Canadian but getting rich of the skin of the backs of others. Even my Social Worker in dealing with him, concluded that indeed he is a bigot as a Landed Immigrant. My very own parents were Landed Immigrants to this Country, but they tried hard to adjust and work at doing things the Canadian way, while still maintaining some of the old country's ways.

I am well rounded with a grounding staff though my faith and beliefs,, with a strong influence with my Scottish roots. I am not alone with my friends and family, that took me in their social circle in my nieghbourhood. With them I would have been lost coming out of long term care the way I did. It is like, do not go there, I now leave a lot of my past with psychiary in the hands of the legal office that I have right now.  They have gotten to know me, so has my Pharmacist, from me having to take the psychiatric medication infront of the of the Phamacist for the Courts, along with a home visit once a week. 

Through the home visits by the team of Medical Professionals that I try and work with, they get to see my art and engineering, such as my water processing system. There is no denial that my water filting procedure works, it is a form of occupational therapy within its self, along with my art and engineering that psychiatry once denied me for a period of time. I have been filtering water for cooking and drinking water since Oct 3rd 2022, it takes up a fair bit of ones time, note taking to record what I am doing. Along with revealing  my notes and findings to other oraganizations, industries, and in my neibourhood to my friends and family, along with my Church that I attend. On my well filtered water, I am getting more of my health back and gaining weight, I have gained 2 lbs in a week. Being Sunday today, I get my weight taken again at the pharmacy when I go there, and take the Court ordered medication, which is more of a placebo effect. With watching my weight, I lost three pounds but have more muscle tissue on my body. Searching on the Internet I discovered that muscle is more dense to fatty tissue. My belly has firmed up and I am eating a whole lot better, on the change of medication that I fought for, even although I lost three pounds. I know from the past that one will lose some weight firming up before putting on muscle mass. When one is processing water, you are manipulating 4 Litre jugs of water that are about 10 lbs each, which makes for exercise on a regular basis through out the day.

Funny how ethnic backgrounds can make judging people in different ways a handicap, perhaps due to the ethnic background  of individuals concerned. The first Social Worker that my Landlord's representative talked to on my behalf, was a female. Yesterday a male Social Worker of mine spoke to the building's representive, there was no problem, then again the second Social Worker was a male. Different ethnic groups treat women in different ways, my first Social Worker that spoke to the building management was a French Canadian female, how she preceived the Landed Immirgrant  gentilman, could have been stereo-typical differences from backgrounds of each other.  

Here I sit not knowing what to write, fustrated once again over having no one to have converse with. Knowing what I hear in the media, while having no side kick to discuss what the media is saying, and not handle it alone. Rumours float a bit too quickly like inflation, I have become well known in my neighbourhood, but housed up for the cooler less comfortable days, with the mish mash of what we now call gobal warming and server weather patterns to a northern winter we are faced with now. The COP15 summit is in Montreal and people are voicing  their concerns over the state of what has been done to the Planet. I know the results of my water processing, and the God awful state of the St Lawrence river where we draw our water for consumption, how I make the city water somewhat better than what the city provides. I am even buying and filtering bottled water, for consumption in cooking and drinking when I do not get enough city water processed. There was a program on TV about a research ship for water analysis on the seaway that flows through Quebec, it was a lot to handle knowing something about water myself and what I am getting out the tap.

What came out of my finger tapping over 18 years on the keyboard, some things should never have come out of me, it came from suppresssion and denial, it made me a very angry person. I still trying to pull out of suppression and denial, without having bitter sarcasm being published on the net by me, . Responsiblity came about through some reconition of what I accomplished with my water and theology paper in Google Drive. Even doing my water paper, it was done in the stupidest environment I have to live with, in this aging building that is wearing thin on my nerves.  I still have the nervous disposition about myself, I stopped smoking cigarettes and drinking alcohol, my Doctor knows I still smoke some pot and I express my need of help to get off it.  The Pharmacist also knows I smoke, while realizing my situation where I say it is better than valium, and I am also followed by a lung Doctor at this point in my life. I am first to admit mariquania has an addictive nature like tobacco, that is why I need help to stop, like I had tools and help to quit cigarettes. There is still tar in some form in smoking pot that one has deal with, all the chemicals identified in cigarette smoking, to get medical mariquania as a base for a combustion process known as smoking, to lead researchers as a guide for medical consumption of pot with intention to quit.

Through all the years in mental health, I was always deemed unfit for work, but worked any way. Now as of this new year I am fit by some capacity for work, by a Quebec sponsored program and financing accordingly. It can not be held against me that I am unfit for work on documentation any more. I am fit by some capacity to earn a living, no matter how much or how little, I still get the reward of earning a living to some degree, while not being used as cheap labour by the stigma of mental health, which has been present against a person like myself when working or looking for work. Writing and editing my blog is work, my art and engineering is work, which I went to school to do these activities for purpose of duty to grow for self financing. Today's modern age, with computer technology, who is not fit to work in some capacity somewhere or somehow.

 

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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