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“Dimentichiamo sempre questa parte, che la vita si rigenera sotto terra durante l’inverno, che la felicità ritorna. Dimentichiamo che il nostro corpo è predisposto per la felicità, che la cerca come l’acqua. Ci dimentichiamo che una cosa può finire e un’altra può iniziare. C’è sempre una via d’uscita da una situazione disastrata, anche se all’inizio non la vediamo - certo che no, come potremmo? È per questo che le cose hanno i bordi.”
— Kim Wright
After I’d signed off Twitter, I’d packed up a rum-spiced tiramisu that I’d learned how to make at a Whole Foods cooking class, loaded it into my Prius, and driven it across the pleasant suburbs of my rapidly growing Southern city to attend a party with friends I’d met through my hobby of ballroom dance. No, I am not making any of that up, and yes, I was dressed all in black. I’m just as much a stereotype as I think he is and while my job as a writer assures that I’ll never have any real money or financial stability—my interest in Obamacare goes beyond altruism—the truth is that I live a very comfortable life. I take a certain level of opportunity and pleasure for granted, which is why I have so much trouble understanding why there are Americans who rejected Clinton on the grounds that her policies were an extension of the Obama administration. Why would I want to flip over tables or burn the ship that’s brought me halfway across the ocean? The status quo has worked out pretty well for my friends and me. For #TrumpOwnsAmerica, not so much.
Merry Christmas, Mr. #TrumpOwnsAmerica by Kim Wright.
24 October 2021
The foreman from the building works next door coming in for a couple of hours to do some work next door which apparently couldn't wait till Monday. They've been here since April! Shouted through the wall "you're having fun are you". There was no reply on the other side, so I think he was talking to me. The way the gas has been coming into my premises, would indicate so too. Let me quantify the "fun". The gas they have been using on me over the last few weeks, essentially cooks my organs from the inside out. There is a substantial amount of pain involved as well as partial paralysis which makes it difficult for me to walk. The Lewisham Police, very begrudgingly pretended to come and have a look around 3 or 4 days after I reported it and only because I reported it online. If I call, they refuse to give me a reference. Naturally, they never turn up. My complaints about the police's behaviour have gone through the police complaints procedure, adding libel, to my complaint. The Home Secretary didn't reply to my correspondence and my case is now with the European Court of Human Rights (for these incidents, under Articles 2 Right to Life and Article 3, Torture. So they try harder. I might lose my mind for real just from trying to get the UK authorities to do the job we pay them to do. I have never heen accused of a crime, never been tried for one, never been sentenced, we don't have capital punishment. So why does a sack of excrement like the CEO of my local authority keep trying to execute me and why does central government keep claiming ignorance?
20 October 2021
The Metropolitan Police will not issue me with any more references regarding my complaints about Lewisham Council but right now, they can't stop me from making them online. I made this report to the Metropolitan Police on 15 October, the same day my application to the Court of Human Rights in Strasbourg went off and I added it to my complaint about Lewisham Police which is now over one year old under Article 2, The Right to Life, and the last reply I received, went to Mopac in April and I haven't heard a thing since then. A flat foot named Gosling, turned up on 20 October in response. Declined to give me a CAD number, his mate kept his name covered up. I showed him where Lewisham Council had drilled the holes it used to gas me and he was just so not interested. They looked like this, after I covered them up.
They made them behind my bannister so I wouldn't see them. Every day they find a new and delightful way of surprising me. Then it's up to this douche to turn the gas on.
They said they would go and talk to him and examine his premises. I said sure, he's going to admit to GBH and then he's gonna show you how he does it. I can hear everything that goes on in that flat, partly because I believe they took out their side of the stud wall in order to be able to have access to my premisses. I didn't hear any conversation and about an hour later, he started gassing me again. It's been relentless. I explained to PC Gosling that Lewisham Council had made allegations about my mental health, which is slander, then the Maudsley put those allegations on my medical file, no consent or anything and refused to remove them. Under the Data Protection Act, we have the right to access our files, we have the right to say what's in them, they must have our consent and we can tell them to remove anything that we feel is detrimental to us. All of this, the Maudslet declined to do. The matter went to the ICO, the body responsible for Data Protection in the UK on 29 April 2021. A decision is long overdue and I wrote to them advising them that my case was going to the Court of Human Rights in Strasbourg under Article 10, the Right to a Remedy and this is what it looked like departing for Strasbourg.
So, after PC Gosling's exhaustive investigation, they still continue to gas me and my complaint about the police bounced off the Home Secretary and arrived in Strasbourg, also under Article 10. It's like living inside a horror film every day. I assuming their greasy little corrupt fingers are unable to reach overseas and that they will.be held accountable for murder in the event of my death, regardless of how they spin it. However bad their living conditions turn out to ge in the slammer, they will never come anywhere close to what Kim Wright, David Bradley and Clive Kim have put me through and I hope they rot in Hell for it!
I mention this because these people know how to he corrupt, but are completely inept at being criminals. They should be cheking out which countries have no extradition treaties with the UK and how much money is in their Panama accounts. The ship with the possibility of a defence has well and truly sailed. What they are doing to me now comes under the geading of "hell hath no fury" but serves no purpose. Soon, they will be held accountable. My work here is done.
Thank ypu for reading Kim and thank you for gassing me to this extent just yards from a school and this us the man who enabled it.
Big reveal coming! (Already loaded on timer should I suffer another regretful accident). Sometimes I forget and it just loads up. It doesn't care about the people concerned.
Kim Wright, Die Canterbury Schwestern
Am Anfang:
Kennen Sie das alte chinesische Sprichwort “Mögest du in interessanten Zeiten leben”? Für mich lautete die logische Entsprechung von heute schon immer “Mögest du eine interesssante Mutter haben”.
Am Ende:
Um 21:15 Uhr wird ein einzelner Glockenschlag ertönen. Aber bis dahin ist die Stille angenehm.
Die Canterbury Schwestern - Kim Wright
Die Canterbury Schwestern – Kim Wright
Erscheinungsdatum: 26.05.2016 Seitenanzahl: 384 Seiten Verlag: Ullstein Erhältlich als:
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