Doc GM's Political Messenger Edition XXII Vol.V

 

As Things Come To Pass I Could End Up Homeless With Housing Crisis In Montreal

My Social Worker has not found me psychiatric housing yet, and the end of the month is just around the corner where I am expected to vacate this room I rent. I have had a lack of motivation this last bit with fighting off depression with not having enough to do with my my life. I can not afford any type of apartment with the cost of rent in Montreal with the housing crisis. According to the media there are about 5000 homeless people in Montreal at present, and I could be forced to join the ranks of the homeless. I have had to throw out my water processing equipment among other things. I do not believe I am going to lose everything again and going to the homeless missions once more. It is like once in a lifetime is enough to be in the homeless missions, if I end up going to the missions I do not know how I will get out of the homeless situation. With no family in Canada and limited friends I have so few avenues to turn to for help. 

If my brother did not screw me over for my inheritance, I could have afforded a decent place to live a long time back. Then there is all the talk about the 47 trillion dollar trust fund that needs to be dealt with! The scaled down offshore drill bit I machined in the Canadian Coast Guard College as an Officer Cadet. I machined a design of a auger with a sleeve on it to move the drilling scrap up the column to be placed where ever an Engineer wants to put it. Like it is in the media, whenever it drills it makes money, and I seem to be not allowed any financial reward for my design. It has been in the media several times, even the President Joe Biden said give him his money, as our Prime Minister said, it is hard to move 47 trillion dollars in assets.  Well it is time to cash in, I am in need of a chunk of money at this point in my life or I will end up homeless in this great and prosperous country where I could never succeed. To think the tax to be paid on that trust fund, the Federal and Provincial Governments to take in a fortune in taxes off the trust fund, to be there for Canadians in the present and in the future. What is stalling the Federal Government from taking affirmative action on this 47 trillion dollars of assets? Financial Analyst Patty Lovet Reid of CTV has spoken of the trillions that are sitting there, what can be done with the trillion dollar tax grab on this money, for one, NATO can get a chunk of change as Canada pays its expected share. Even an OPEC spokesperson was talking about the money on the news. Why is the Federal Government dragging its feet over this tax grab, Canada needs the money like myself. Our Finance Minister stated on the news from the House of Commons that "The money is his", why can I not have a chunk of it in good faith to get re-established in proper housing somewhere? I am not the only one that watches the news, I even caught a video in Facebook where someone was talking about the trillions that are sitting there in a trust fund, and rumours spread around my

neighbourhood about the money and who is suppose to get his cut of said money along with the people.

 

The heart of a community is found in the Canadian shield of taxes financing that said Canadian community and protecting it with the laws of the land, nurturing it with the wealth of a well developed education plan for the people of this Nation. With education wealth can come about in mysterious ways, expertising in sports and wealth of mind, body and soul is through financing to bring home that Olympic gold medal, it still takes financing from a social democratic system where capitalism is abound. The State person on tax dollars  must fairly equate what is right for social economic justice in a rich society of knowledge and implementing that knowledge to create more wealth for the people. The true nature of democracy working for the people towards a liberal bailout plan with conservative economic wealth found through social economic justice for housing, food, medicine and clean water, which some do not have as Canadians, Indigenous folk are eating toxic fish from their river due to an unjust economic crisis' occurring that are regionally brewing. Some of our cities are becoming too expensive to live in and driving people homeless like I was before. Montreal missions are turning away people as the great moving day is coming upon us, people have no place to go like myself and we need a housing bailout plan put together yesterday, which has not occured yet.  Where is Justin and the Finance Minister without hauling in some of the tax dollars from the trust fund of 47 trillion dollars, to have a plan for protecting the people from the homeless situation, taxes can be used to save the Canadian shield of a fair and economic just social society which is suppose to be found in Canada.

A Chinese Landlord and a roommate that used my bedroom as a whorehouse ganged up on me to soon make me homeless,  10 days to go and no place to live as of yet. 25% of Canadians live in some sort of poverty like myself by not being able afford food, the dentist or clothes, never mind a place to live. Funny how people can come to this country get rich and make born and bread and educated Canadians homeless and nobody really cares. Sure it makes the news, but there is more and more homeless and the homeless missions are turning people away. I resent an immigrant  with money and power as a Landlord making me homeless, and he does not even run the building to some Canadian standard. He took over my cleaning and plastering to get rid of the cockroaches, renovated and put the sink too close to the stove by the kitchen standard. The floor is sinking between the weight of the stove and sink There is nobody here to turn off the fire alarm when it goes off, I called the fire department to turn off the alarm once, cost the Landlord a $1000, and he takes it out on me to make me homeless through me agreeing to leave the building in rental Court, to evade reimbursing the greedy Landlord monetary costs for me calling the fire department to turn off the fire alarm. There is no full time janitor in this building, as an immigrant that can not even read or write english or french he is at work earning a living elsewhere!  Then ethnic minorities wonder where biggotary comes from. Going to my blood test this morning, I could not stand seeing oriental people knowing one of them is ending up getting  me homeless because of money and the Courts, over housing that has no Canadian standard but is a slum in this apartment sharing it with mice and all. I will get over it as time heals. Being in this location for ten years years and I want out, to have a better place to live with some sort of Canadian standard, I could never earn a decent living since coming here after long term care, as much as I tried. Ended up being misunderstood, getting the blame for things the wrong way, and end in housing Court due to issues around me and the apartment complex. I have no family, community or Politicians that care, I am just another statistic as a schizo, do political organizations answer email or the phone? I guess they are swamped with citizens contacting them. Politicians still get a pay cheque for a country in crisis, they argue with each other in the house of commons like a freak show and nothing gets accomplished, but more and more homeless in the country. In Montreal we hang around the Old Brewery Mission near Chinatown in Montreal and piss off that community. People started this "Death to Doctor Goober Modesty", well they got what they wanted, and Politicians are ensuring this. I'll end up dying in the overcrowded homeless missions when I  go there again, with no way out like so many others. Are Politicians and the media going to yap about me when I am in the homeless missions as well. What? Am I so far wrong? It is a compliment yes, but has gone to far with myself in poverty, like a lot of Canadians in strife with homelessness upon them. 

The stupidity of psychiatry, when I was hospitalized in psychiatry at the Jewish General Hospital last time about, I complained to the Psychiatrist about the ventilation system on the ward. It was a death trap! Someone in engineering had the wires crossed on the ventilation system, the suction vent was pumping in the air and the input air filters were clogged with being converted into a suction vent by the crossed wires on the air pump motor. They straighten out the mess after I showed the Psychiatrist and the air pump started with sonic frequencies with being overworked due to being working backwards against clogged air filters. I never got a thank you for figuring out the problem and complaining about it, I just get treated like a dumb schizo and get kicked out of hospital when they needed a bed for someone else. Hospital work records can prove my point! The room I had on the psychiatric ward was next to the boiler room, go figure, we are just treated like shit even when we know what we are talking about because we are schizo! They even said ultrasonic frequencies was delusional to me, until I punched up ultrasonic frequency detector on the Internet with my cell phone. I asked the Doctor to see me through Housing Court, to have stayed in hospital for two more weeks so that the hospital saw me  through Court with a Social Worker. I ended up alone in Court with no course of action discussions prior to meeting my Lawyer. I did not know the housing crisis was so bad at the time, due to being in hospital for the arrest by the the Psychiatrist, the wrong shots were called in Court with me having no proper guidance to see myself through, I was alone with it all. 

Not all wrongs can be fixed that easily, it is just when they mount up so much it gets hard to handle.  There has been too much as sources of error in my life, I feel I should have never started writing under the name "Doctor Goober Modesty", it was like falling into a death trap, then trying to disassociate from a name that still haunts me, of having more than meets the eye around the name. I never knew, I just threw the name together from nick names pinned on me, as a pen name to protect my family from the schizophrenia association. It has been twenty years blogging on mental health through the eyes of a person with schizophrenia, that still pursued a career in engineering at all odds, instead of being just supported by the system as I am now. The Landlord once asked me to work for him, I gave him my business card, and things never worked out, and I am trying to buy time in this hell hole of apartment that never worked out after ten years. If only I had been consulted around some of the civil Engineering in this building and put to work when asked over a business card. 

  

 

Doc GM's Political Messenger Edition XXII Vol. IV

The Geometrics Of Duty Which Is A Notion For An End

According to Immanuel Kant the two ways to conceive the relationship of duty:

• To conceive dutiful action at end of maxim
• Conversely setting to find end which is duty  

 Free elective thought will find its own end from its own chosen action, the agent on freedom is consistence of the education to become a free thinker, with a means for an end. This must be found through universal laws bound by the dogma of established doctrines. Adapting ethics to proceed, is a means which the person can implement is one's character, to have their own state of mind. A person's duty would be to absorb empirical principles of the maxims, while not giving notion to duty. Categorically, "the ought" alone will find the reason in the root of the purest of thought, to serve man and womankind as duty, beyond monetary thought. The riches of life will come in accordance to the purity of thought in regards to sense of duty. Moral principles with ethics will  convey a means to duty with an acceptable end for society and civilization on the whole. Thus we propose within our being, to set at the question of the sort of end, but let values in God unearth your means through vows of educational commitment, which is duty. With such a duty in mind, one will define their own duty of virtue, and enhance it over time, with the grace of our God in helping make our strides in time. Thus you will define so called virtue. The right way towards a correspondence of every duty of the impairtive action. To compel another person is not always a corresponding right, unless defined as that of legal duty and action of such. Notion of virtue corresponding to ethical obligation, does not always corporate duties that are ethically minded.

In conclusion to thus, we must find ourselves as a collective body with a sense of duty towards bettering ourselves as a civilization and endorsing the need of the environmental concerns. With the grace of God we will figure out that global warming is real beyond controllable action of duty to save what we have left. New moral principles must be endorsed so that the light of day is not just for a selective few, an end for a few, but means as a light in the tunnel of those struggling in Canadian society. The root of the purest thought towards educational commitment, at all levels of society as an action of duty for a nation,  which is having a majority consisting of people in a balancing act in these tough economic and environmental,and political times we have stride into. Duty towards imparitive action for the needs of the nation must be met. As a free thinking society, we will find our own way from our chosen actions, and that of Government and established bodies of thought, walking a tight rope together with a sense of duty for country and flag, we could perhaps pull through to save the masses in this country and elsewhere in the World. Others can draw their own conclusion from this section on ethical duty for a means to an end.

I feel compelled to expand on my use of the words "Zulu Warriors", after word got back to me some resent my phrase. I will expand on why I used this phrase, the men that took me in overcame adversity, biggottrey and stigma of roots which is still found in this country, like real warriors. They carry their pride for who they are as individuals very high. As landed immigrants, they worked hard for everything they have as individuals, with their families and friends here in Canada. They have to be admired for their success within our community, which I did as I got to know them as a collective people of value. They stuck to their values to succeed, where others have failed like myself, not making the success which I once had, since I was diagnosed with schizophrenia. The men treat me like an equal, even although they all have more than me, which is a rare quality indeed. It has been an uphill battle trying to succeed and have friends since my schizophrenia struck, the soldier in me that I am not still has values, that to work at something worthwhile, like the men that took me in when I had nobody.

Can't We Live In Peace With Our Collective Thoughts Of Faith, The Art Below Was Done Before The Hamas And Israel Warring, And Canadian Problems Of Foreign Interference From India 

An Experiment With My Native Skin And Technology With My Art

The War Memorial

After picking up my Native skin and banged out two video  drum beats with still art for something to do, it inspired me to pick up my mouth recorder and learn how to play it right. I have been practicing on a regular bases, while getting  out of a winter hibernation depression. Through this means of music therapy for myself, I am passing the time more constructively, and taking better care of myself food wise, while getting more organized to move and downsize my limited possessings. I am trying to get my sleep patterns back to being up during daytime hours and not be a nighthawk due to sleeping all day with depression. Thank God the depression did not set in too steadfast that I would need to consume antidepressants, a lot of Montrealers are going through mental health issues. With the housing shortage, the rent increases along with eviction notices like myself, and coping with the present day economy post covid, it made the news how a lot of people are really stressed out over their own personal living situation, more so than the past as in my situation.

A mental health organization is helping out to find me housing, I can not afford anything otherwise.The protective shell of mental health housing with visits from a worker would be welcomed, I am alone too much without the stimulus of a  intellectual association of a felow human.

Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol.XXII Edition III

It is hard to write, while having bouts of extrapyramidal side effects. They come and go, long term use of antipsychotics as I have stated before. 

Where do I start writing about the three faces of me in a snakey life, starting from the cold war, as depicted in the image below. Then again, each face has a woman that got me arrested, ironically the work of art was done after my second arrested over a woman that abused her position of power and the media over me,  women have ruined my life in pursuit of one to breed with as a schizo! These works are part of my art collection while held for psychiatric evaluation for the Courts in such a prison here in Montreal Canada.

Still trying to find one in the many faces of a woman!

This next piece of art was done  when hospitalized last on a Court order implemented from an arrest warrant, for a stupid common Freudian slip of the tongue to a female Psychiatrist about hanging, I only hung myself at a schizo chopping block, as shown in the second piece, I still have to put the ink to it here at home, from doing the original in hospital. This time being screwed over by a third female arrest.

My Father Always Said I Was Barking Up The Wrong Tree, Can I Ever!

I was always nothing but a hound dog sniffing out bullshit for the RCMP, CSIS, SQ and what not and what not. it started way back during the cold war. With a Gazette customer as a child that I made confession too, about booze and drugs in the high school and admitting I was part of it with my Gazette route earnings, then he showed me his SQ uniform. Then I remember, when as a minor working my Gazette route, I got invited into a customer's home and served up a beer, when she touch me I downed the beer and said bye.  Walking out of the apartment complex I ran into a Police car waiting. I explained what happened, pronouncing "you can smell the beer on my breath". That is the start of my suds and rat story!

 

How do I rat out the injustices of mental health, with a background check nobody will touch me with a ten ten foot pole. So I sit in anger, pissed off what women and Psychiatrists did to me, totally uncalled for bull shit, my life sucks!!! I am just another social insurance number in the mental health system with a bad rap sheet because of the media and women. The rap sheet and all does not portray me in the true light of my being, a shy and timid good looking male that is an innocent victim of a corrupt justice system that can not even ask themselves, "What is truth around this wee guy?". One is guilty from the start, and never given a chance. Everyone around me makes money off the skin of my back, Psychiatrist, Social Worker, Nurses, Lawyers and their Tribunal staff, Politicians, the media, and blackmail still floats around me for standing up for the National Building Code against gyprock over plaster. It never went away, while I am left to fend for myself against the stupid rap sheet that is unjust, a basic character assasination by the Courts and Psychiatrists, in a supposed fair and just society, which Canadian society is not. Psychiatry says I hallucinate the media, which I do not, that is why there was two out of three arrests, but all arrests were done by females and the Courts . I have to admit, psychiatry will not change my record, Psychiatrists stick together like glue and will not challenge what past Psychiatrists have done to me in Court and writings on my psychiatric file. I was born and educated here in Canada and want a way out, but there is none! Once a schizo, always a schizo, and treated as such instead of like a person!

I sit here alone with no one one to talk to or email like usual, the lonely schizo life while being emotionally distraught, fear of growing old alone like the rest of my dumb life. Loneliness can be a killer in the heart, the need and want of a woman in my life is ever present, specially where I have no family to speak of. I ask myself over and over again, "where did I go wrong in life?" Always barking up the wrong tree looking for love, to feel a woman's passion like never before, well I never have felt a woman's passion for me, scared it will never happen, it is like I am too much of damaged goods being schizo. The love songs on the radio are like stabbing pains in the heart, reflections of yesterday and past relationships, three dumb times of getting involved with the wrong women, two with mental health consumers like myself, and one with a nut that did not stand by me, when I was standing up for the National Building Code against gyprock over plaster installations. These relationships led to two abortions force by me over gold digging women, and one hit with a swimmer in the fallopian tubes that called for a stupid operation at taxpayer expense. I learned about a woman's period the hard way, no pun intended. Due to all this I have not touched a woman in eighteen years, but some have touched my heart in a special way, being too shy and timid on my part, nothing came about from it all. Knowing I can walk down the garden path looking for love the wrong way, being in poverty I never met an established woman that had the need for a man like myself, the schizo in poverty feeling more and more alone as I approach my 64th birthday. I will leave this alone for now, I am scared of myself what reminissing can do, I do not want to go down as a lonely old man, but things are looking more and more that way.

I got side tracked from what I wanted to write about, when reference was made to me in the media during the cold war, for what I did that cannot be explained. I tried something with the power of the mind, it was in the media on OZ FM in St John's Newfoundland, that the Russians were going to set something up for psychic phenomena in the North Atlantic, after I tried a stunt with the power of my mind. Sometime later, a young Russian with an Interpol translator came to my presence, they explained to me that the young Russian wanted to defect to Canada. At that time I did not trust the Canadian and American Governments around me, so I laid a thousand dollars over his heart and sent him back to Russia to take on both Governments that I lost faith in. Apparently it turned out to be Putin of the Russian Federation, before he rose to power. I found out who I gave the money to, through present day Montreal media just recently.

The Picture Below Is What Is Missing In My Life, Like I heard A Child In My Neighbourhood Say, "There Is The Guy That Is Not Allowed A Woman!", Why Because I Know How To Breed Right With No Tattoos On Me For Colour Blindness In Child.

I took an experimental drug as a baby to save my life as a rhysis child, I was born blue. Twenty five blood transfusions later, I survived. I was an ugly child with the bad set of teeth the drug induced in me. Dental surgery to take out an eye tooth that grew, but in the wrong place and never grew in right, while it lodged across my upper gum. My Father explain my birth to me one day, and the nature of O blood type, plus my grade ten biology blood chart as an added bonus for giving blood and breeding right. I am O positive and can only breed with another O positive, an O negative woman woman will give me another rhysis baby like myself, while I am an universal blood donor to A,B, and AB positive blood types.

I lost what I wrote just earlier funny enough......what I agreed to in the Canadian Coast Guard College, how to best serve my country, when having a certain discussion with a superior Officer. I lost what I wrote and how to refind my words is the question now, I had a fair bit written, it is just my luck, perhaps it was too sensitive. I need someone to talk to about my stupid life, too many things do not add up right. I said in Coast Guard College if I agreed to do the job we discussed, I said I would get done in and have my art to back me up. I am still getting done in and need a place to live instead of a toxic dump. There was even talk in the conversation to put money away for me as a back up because I would end up with nothing, as is the case. What became of what, I am saving the Government money as to the agreement, with getting breeding facts right and the handicap that comes out of breeding in gyprock over plaster, people are getting the idea that I may be right. My water processing for health ended up as I have been, under nothing but sabotaged. While I have Politicians commenting about me, with one saying that I am just a lonely old man, no kidding I am tired of having nothing and nobody, when I know my self worth with my education, what I could do in a better environment and financed cost effectively. I could not even get my inheritance for the complication of it all, it would help me secure a place to live getting the inheritance.  My life is nothing but a regular Murphy's Law, everything goes wrong along the path to success. I am in the media yes, and psychiatry says I hallucinate it which messes with one's head and they get off with it. The first time a work of art I did was mention in the media, it was named the "Firery Eye", the Atlanta Thrashers were considering it for a logo after the hockey strike some twenty years ago. Heard rumours what became of that painting on the radio recently, was that a hallucination too? I know who I gave the painting to as a gift with and invoice from my company. The art was on the Internet through my portfolio with now de-funk Art and Design OnLine. I just wonder sometimes what all went on?  A lot of the time people cannot handle the truth, like in psychiatry, they never dealt with the issue properly with my media attention. One loses faith in the system that does not provide the proper support. I am stuck in system that has failed and I am an angry person out of it. All psychiatry did was do me in in the Courts as disbelievers, instead of helping handle the rise in media attention. It goes back to when it was on the radio, "we are not even allowed to interview the guy that stood up for the National Building Code", why because we would make people out to be complete idiots. With Psychiatrists looking just as stupid with what when on with me during those years. There was a report on W5 what became of breeding in a gyprock over plaster house, two children with Autism. The toxic gases given of by the decomposition of the old plaster in the false wall during pregnancy is not so healthy as an end result. Knowing this I could become homeless again or placed out of the way with psychiatry handling my life. While the Government thinks there is a housing crisis, there really is a bad housing crisis. Like one Renovator once said, "I owe that wee guy a beer and a pizza, I am making a fortune ripping out gyprock over plaster!", it was to that effect,  and I sit here with nothing telling an unbelievable story of Canadian suppression around me.

The gyprock over plaster was a con job to steal the old eight to ten inch baseboards made of hardwoods like oak and maple, in Westmount in the Montreal area, the wood could also be mahogany. The eight to ten inch baseboards were of Victorian design with it's curves and waves to reflect the eddy currents of of heat from walking, into the center of the room again. Like I wrote in Facebook or twitter, we could make these baseboards again out of plastic lumber, which consists of recycled javel bottles, for home heat efficiency. To think when one creates the false wall with gyprock over plaster, they are adding a half inch to the wall surface, thus the electrical sockets must be moved out a half inch to be flush with the new surface. No Electrician would do this with a licence and invoice, so the electrical was touched without an licence. Colour blindness with wiring and all, one gets ground faults that the Hydro Quebec transformers tries to straighten out, but the city pipes rot out with electricity flowing to ground which is hooked up to the water main. Electrolysis occurs in building pipe work and the city piping from the ground faults. This corrosion from electrolysis comes out in the the water from the kitchen water tap and is consumed as as unnecessary additives to the water. Hence I came up with my water filtration for health, to stop consuming so much rust or copper oxide in my kitchen water. It shows up in our kettles from boiling water for coffee and tea. The hospital is a copper installation, I caught copper oxide in my water filters in hospital way back, I was sabotaged by the Psychiatrist instead of being taken in, for further water research. I gave my water paper to my attending Psychiatrist last time in hospital, and showed the staff the copper oxide in the bathroom faucets, still nothing is accomplished but treated for schizophrenia, at taxpayer expense for my welfare subsidy with my Quebec pension cheque, for paying taxes all my life from working or selling art through my company. 

The Sphere Of My Mind Is Boxed In With Not Enough To Do, Flawed As It Is!

The Australian attack by a person with schizophrenia does not play fair, on all our parts of life that deal with schizophrenia. Now we are to be second questioned in the minds of others, because we carry the title as a diagnosis, I hope not. You always hear the bad side of schizophrenia stories, nothing ever good about us. This does not help the likes of me, going through what I do with my arrest record, it is like another quill against me for what I am caught up in with my diagnosis. Miss understood as it is on paper, most of us are harmless, my case story speaks for itself. The stigma still goes on, Professionally and society it self. We are a judgemental people, sometimes the wrong people get judged too easily like myself, while others slip the noose of mental health and commit a serious offense.

What I went through trying to succeed, it is a hard life carrying the diagnosis, and it does not get any easier as one gets older. It was a life of poverty with Mum and Dad helping out when they could, then what I put them through, having and living with the diagnosis. They are dead and gone now, but their ashes together remain with me, along with a few other items I saved from their apartment. Now with being stuck for a place to move, I do not know what to do with my goods I have in the apartment, even my water processing equipment will have to go, as I am caught with limited budget. I am in a bind with no real contacts to get out of the situation I am in, a lot of people need a bailout plan and I am becoming one of the growing numbers. Part of the problem is what to do with my life? I have too much time on my hands, and do not know how to start picking up the pieces of what my life became. Always trying to do the right thing to survive, but no one person is an island, specially when they have a past in mental health, but at times it can sure feel that way. Alone on an island trying to survive the impossible odds. We are social animals, and I am alone too much in my apartment with two roommates that are not the best, I get fed up doing the cleaning for three people, which leads to the downward spiral of my life, depression with what I have to deal with. I am now starting to lie around too much, not wanting to do anything. Erratic sleep patterns are starting to creep up on me, I just do not know how to get out of this rut. My life has become one boring stay on planet earth! How does one go about turning their life around?

An art idea came to mind, to look into 2D and 3D automation of some of my characters that I have, to post a message on my blog through video. When in hospital, this idea came up with with talking to other patients, but nothing came of it. Perhaps now it is time to look into the artistic endeavor, with a search being done on the Internet, maybe something can be done. I looked into it, all takes money which I do not have, even to get software and learn how to manipulate it.

I need occupational therapy in a way, something to do with my life, I have never felt so alone. I need a place to live and some work, but I have not worked in so long. I can not afford to move. Rent is too expensive in Montreal, what even if I do find a place within budget, which both are in short supply, I cannot even afford a moving company due to having no money to pay for it. It is in the news how renters are in Montreal are at plight, Landlords faced with increase in costs to maintain structures, and have to come up with the money somehow, they want a bailout plan too. I know what type of work I used to do around engineering with buildings. Even to bleach spraying the garbage bins after the garbage trucks empty them, for the stupid white leeches infesting them in the summer heat. Then the men and ladies working the garbage trucks said to me, they want the leeches out the garbage trucks, the only way is sterilizing the garbage bins with limited water and bleach with a pressurized vessel of bleach and water. It costs money and who is to pay, the Landlord once again with this added expense for time and money, I could cut a deal to work the garbage bins, and figure out best way to dispose of the leeches in the wash water, working with a team of specialists put together by the city. 

For next month's writings I am going to tackle the subject of philosophical duty as derived from reading Immanuel Kant in hospital and taking notes. It past the time in hospital reading Kant and taking notes from my Kobo book selection, the cell phone was handy in hospital for art, reading and writing. 

A Fictitious Lighthouse On The Great Lakes Par Say, Environmentally Green Planted Tree For Compost Pit, Art Done In Hospital Once Again, Self Taught In Mental Health Like My Philosophy