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The Life(s) of

‘I’ & ‘Me’ & ‘You’ & ‘Us’

Book 2 – ‘the damned’

(this is an antithesis of book1 )

Only Book2 of the series of books is not for sale in the UK.

Not For Sale In UK. (by order of the corrupt Cheshire West and Chester County Council in UK

in their efforts of covering up the abuses of

their Social Services

through the abuse of the powers of the secret family courts)

Index of Poems

A collection of negative life experience poems

Of domestic violence Of current authoritarian abuse and repression

In ENGLAND

Where Free Speech Does Not Exist

and Moral Decency Is Scarce

and Nobody Cares

http://www.cheshirewestandchester.gov.uk/


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in all my life

i never expected

what happened next

pray that you and your children

are never subject to social workers

What happens in England

when Police, Local Authority and Social Services

are all negligent

and as a result of this, they sacrifice the well being of children

to cover their authoritarian negligence and abuse


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General Introduction To The Series Of Books.

What can you do with all that huge amount of available time between begatting,

feeding and metabolising?

There’s no clear unique manual, and everybody has an opinion, and too many opinions are cranky or boring or not terribly satisfying. Need to climb a tree and

get a better view of this neighbourhood? This neighbourhood is a big blue rock

flying through space with a whole lot of mixed up aliens on it.

As for me, I’m lucky, if and when I waken in the morning I’ve got ten fingers. It’s always nice to smile and get a little more understand of things. I’m curious

and happy and playful; stuck my head and my fingers in a lot of things, and still

coming out smiling – but that’s mostly because I’m me, and I like me. It’s an

internal thing.

Living is not a problem where the basics are concerned. We are born and die; there, that was really easy.

It’s the middle bit, the actually living that’s more difficult. Along the way we

breathe, eat, metabolise and procreate; all under automation. Pretty good

design really. The instructions are all in some fancy chemical codes that you get issued with at the start of begatting. There are some extra instructions you pick

up when you get outside the womb and succumb to people behaviour.

The automation system that looks after our bodies is incredibly clever, talented

and powerful. It looks after lots of bodily functions. When did you last sit and ask your kidneys to carry out lots of complex chemical filtering? It all happens

without you telling it. A whole lot of things are happening to you right now, and

you are not in control of them – your automation (read robot) is looking after

them. If the automation did not exist, you would simply die, rather quickly; and

that would save any explanations about anything. So this automatic control

system is completely fundamental to life and it’s pretty cool to know about how it makes us do things – lots of things.

People are reasonably happy to accept that the automation controls our bodies.

On the other hand, they hate the idea that their minds are automated in any

significant way. You can hear the robot making you say “I’m running my life, not some robot in my head”. It is almost as if the automation systems that control

the mind don’t want to be interfered with, so they keep us preoccupied in

believing we are somehow in control. It’s like sleep walking and optical illusions.

The mind’s automation is brilliant at taking over control of repetitive benign

tasks, while we ‘waste time’ in living out repetitive fantasies that only exist inside our heads. Fantasies that only matter to our ego’s.

This automatic system takes over our minds in a far more comprehensive and

powerful way than people imagine. We constantly radiate our feelings and

intentions through our body language. For such an important advertising of our wishes, we perceive extremely little of it. For most of the time, we are a robot

carrying a sleeping mind.


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Here now is a tasty question. What is consciousness? It seems to be

independent of the robot that runs us. We can lose consciousness, and still happily function. We can carry out tasks, and have little, even no remembrance

of them.

We have many hundreds of ideas, feelings, sensations, images passing through

our heads each day. There are constant streams running through every single human head every single minute of every single day; that’s a huge amount of

people time across our 5 billion people living fantasies in their heads. Some of

these imaginings we latch on to and keep them obsessively running in front of

our conscious; all while the robot runs the body and the mind (car driving is a

good example where people are thinking of all sorts of things, and the car still

arrives at the destination without consciousness knowing too much about it).

Watch yourself talking! So many times we say things that surprise ourselves.

You do not read the words, and then send them to your mouth. You see them as

they leave your mouth. Who is watching the words? Who is creating the words?

When we open our eyes, we see. When we open our ‘I’, we see who we are and

what is really there. Many of the poems here are about opening ‘I’, and staying

with ‘I’ open. This is awareness, mindfulness.

Another useful understanding of consciousness and how we behave in interacting with each other can be found in transactional analysis. Here we consider that

when people interact with others, they behave as if they have three people in

them. These three people, we call the three ego states:-

1. The Parent ego state.

2. The adult ego state.

3. The child ego state. These three ego states are mostly shaped by the child’s experience. Some

postulate that fixations on child/parent, at the exclusion of the adult as

pathologically unhealthy. On the other hand, most psychologists promote as

very healthy having a child ego state that is free to explore and play in the

world. Transactional analysis is mostly concerned about the interaction of our three

‘people’ (ego states) with someone else’s three ‘people’ (ego states). Examples

are given by considering someone talking to another :-

Parent to child.

Parent to adult. Parent to parent.

and all of the other combinations.

Transactional analysis is about recognising appropriate kinds of conversation, as

well as inappropriate conversations. Eric Berne phrased these interactions as

‘Games People Play’. On a technical note. All three ego states - parent, adult and child – correspond to subsets of Freud’s ego. Freud’s id and superego are not

included in TA.

I much prefer the use of the term 'dancing' when talking about communication.

Dancing is an extremely important concept for me in how we communicate as it

shows how much non verbal activity is involved in communication. A good example is when bees return to the hive, and dance in a pattern to give detailed


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instruction on where new flowers are to be found. The communication is not

words, but the dance. Now, we humans have an internal music. It resides in the

unconscious and comes from the collective subconscious. Our body languages, our feelings, our words, all come from that music. The music contains the

semantic of what we want to do, what we want to communicate. An easy version

of understanding this is watching yourself talk. You do not see the words before

you speak. You see and hear them as they come out of your mouth. Your 'I' sees

them....your 'I' does not make the words.....it observes...like watching a movie. So, most of our involvement with the world is in our dances. We dance with each

other. Different dances depending on who we are talking to and the

circumstances. If we get on with people, our dances synchronise. Watch egrets

courting. No words, a beautiful dance. If we dislike people, our dances are

designed to show it.

Body language in animation, the dance, the music, the dancers. It's how we really communicate.

In our celebration of life, we unfortunately also encounter much tragedy.

The above introduction is common to the sequence of books.

The introduction below is specific to book 2 only.


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Introduction Specific to Book2 of the series.

Should we discuss tragedy and the bad things that do happen in life ?

No, we should not dwell on it or make it our entertainment.

Yes, we should know it, how it occurred and how we can prevent it.

My life has had such profound joys and beauty, that part of me says it is only natural that life should also have had the dark side in all of its menace...........

and so the menace came.

Go to the index of poems, or read the background story below.

I have to talk a little about me; which I actually like doing as I like me. This

character who is me, you need to know a little about to help understand the poems a bit more. It’s me, I’m the prologue

In fact, it would make me happy if you like you even more than I like me

As a child, we were the generation after the 2nd world war, where there was so much talked about who was killed and who was injured and who never came

back and the horrible looks on some of the adult faces I knew. There were vivid

war documentaries in all their perverted rotting anatomical gore that we children

saw again and again on the new media of TV. There were war films combining

tragedy and heroism. Then, there was the spectre of the end of the world.

Unstable and unprecedented detente between the nuclear war machines. Nobody trusted anybody on a world stage. So after seeing the horrors of the

authoritarian based holocaust, we were thrust into the possibility of a nuclear

holocaust follow up.

As children, we learned survival very seriously in the expectation that these

skills would be necessary somewhere in our adolescent to adult lives. It was also a world that had bad people, where there were always going to be casualties.

My father tasted, and was troubled by the wars. He was a great practical

socialist. When I was just a small child he was always helping people. He cut the

hair of many of the children and their father’s from our village for free. He wasn’t trained, and made a pretty good job of making us all look like we had

sandpaper on our heads. It was healthy they used to tell us, and low

maintenance.

Medicine was funny stuff. Getting laughing gas to get teeth pulled out was as

normal as getting a spoonful of raw sulphur mixed with treacle to eat to cleanse

your system; or being held down screaming while a boiling hot bread and milk poultice was applied to a boil on your neck.

We were poor people; from the country. Going to local dumps and bringing

home treasures that other people had thrown out as junk was a great treat for

us. My father and uncles worked for the electricity authorities and they brought

me enough electromechanical junk to keep me happy for a lifetime. I also had big jars of mercury which we loved to play with – so maybe there is some

madness in me from that.


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Growing up was fun and always seemed to involve lots of work. All through my

life from childhood onwards I’ve always done lots of work. Delivering milk,

gutting chickens, repairing roads, digging vegetable gardens, tending the orchard, wiring houses, stealing lead out of old buildings and melting it for

fishing weights, helping with cooking and cleaning – preparing a new coal fire

and splitting wood was a daily favourite. You had to prepare the fire early in the

morning having let it burn itself out during the night time.....the list just goes on

and on. Along with all of this, I always had involvement with looking after others; mostly

children and not much with the elderly and infirm. I especially loved feeding my

younger twin sisters as I could eat some of the rusks myself. My aunt Kay had

me looking after her baby David who had dreadful eczema at birth. Kay’s house

was in the country and huge. I used to make a warm room with a coal fire and

prepare a big baby basin and bath him; treating his wounded skin after the bathing with all the gentleness as if it were mine. Three eloquent, educated and

civilised ladies living in a big detached country house; and I was the little man of

the house.

While still at school, the YMCA made good use of me as an assistant manager. It

really meant I got lumbered with lots of cleaning up and organising jobs, including counting the takings for the cafe. I was even entrusted with setting the

alarm and locking up at night.

At University it was just heaven – books and books and books and clever people

who knew lots and lots. Laboratories, equipment , computers and some

wonderful people. I was a poor person so I wasn’t one of those drinking and pub students, in fact I was on a full grant and sent some money home to my

widowed mum.

First thing after University – missiles; working on highly technical electronics. I

missed working with and helping people, so I moved to Manchester and worked

in hi tech during the day and with the Salvation Army at night with inner city

children. I lived in a disused rectory- All Souls Rectory, Every Street, Ancoats, Manchester, England. The Salvation Army are poor so I used my own money to

fund a lot of the activities for the children.

I got married to a beautiful young woman who had seen me working with

children and preaching in the Albert Hall. Trouble was I loved too many people,

and I overstepped a boundary and broke the trust and the marriage. A beautiful little boy came out of it who I looked after lots. I often felt that I should have

been a househusband or person who just looks after children. Like

Dostoyevsky’s idiot, I got on wonderfully with children and young people. I got

on ok with some adults, but too many adults are very ugly in their hearts and

it’s not my job to fix them. So, there are lots of adults I just avoid simply because they are not my responsibility to fix.

Children are born innocent, and it’s the adults around them who make them nice

or ugly or even dark. I use dark as a polite way of saying evil.

Some children keep that happy adult all the way through life. If they are lucky,

they meet others like them. If not, they are easily isolated and bullied and broken – just the same as children are.

I spent a few years accelerating my career and doing substantial global travel. It

teaches you mainly one thing – there are hotels, restaurants, cars and idiots

everywhere. Humans live on different layers of invisible onion skins covering the

world. You mainly meet the same kind of people on the same onion skin layer

irrespective of your geography.


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Yes, back to the story. I got married again to another beautiful young tomboy

woman. She ordered me to marry her, so I did. Now a dance started that had

too many musicians and a bad score and I was too stupid to read what the new recipe book really looked like. I lived in hope. She lived with quite a different

picture.

Before marrying my second wife, she behaved wonderfully to my little boy. She

was full of joy and outgoing. She was awfully proud to have married ‘Indiana Jones’ as my archetype probably looked like. On my part, I was delighted with a

beautiful girl so full of happiness and we had a brilliant sex life.

However, she was immediately on a war footing. Although my little boy lived

with his mother and stayed with us each weekend, my new wife did not want

him in HER house.

My new wife wanted the money paid each month to my ex wife to stop. The anger boiled up and up and it became rather stupid. She would avoid us at the

weekend and refused to go on any holidays with him being present. As I

travelled on business lots this became a logistical problem of booking nurseries

and childminders in advance all over the country and one time abroad.

When we had first gotten married, my wife had not wanted children. She now

desperately wanted children because her mother waxed lyrical about her sister’s

children; wanting children because of sibling rivalry isn’t a good idea. We talked

over numerous times that she had never wanted children, and even hated the

stepson she had. She reasoned she would be different after having her own children and would be a super mum.

Now, if you watch movies, read books and know a bit about families, it’s possible

at this point that you have now spotted the fool, the fiend and the plot ?

So, here was a high empathy man, with a low empathy woman and children and the woman wanting to be the mum. She liked talking to other mum’s and people

admiring the children. As for feeding a child in the middle of the night, cleaning

poo off babies bum, soothing a distressed child and stuff like that, this was a big

problem to her. House before children was her thinking; children should not be

seen or heard unless it’s for the mum to get compliments.

She had always liked trash TV programs like ‘Big Brother’ and was very

enthusiastic with computer games. A lot of the games were violent. In an

attempt to get away from the violence, I bought her a copy of the Simms. Within

10 minutes she’d figured out how to get two simulated people in a cupboard and burn them to death.

The TV and computer games took priority over the first baby. She would refuse

to feed or attend the baby when it was distressed and needed feeding. I was

working round the clock on various projects and simply looked after the baby and reduced the times on the projects for work. I was pretty ok with this and

suggested she should go to work and I could look after the baby. We’d need to

downsize things. She was furious with that idea and the tension in the household

grew and grew as the income dropped. She got very angry with me and said the

baby didn’t need looking after so much. This was a big problem as she’d slap the

baby for things like not lying still while getting a nappy changed - it got worse and worse.


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She was always pleasant when visitors or other mothers were present. The

minute they were gone, she’d change completely. I’d married Mrs Jekyll and Hyde and the nightmare just got worse.

We talked over things frequently, and she was always changing her mind. I’d

look after the children; no she’d look after the children. No she’d work. No, I’d

work. Changes of mind were frequent and drastic. Also, she was becoming more and more violent and abusive to the children and me.

Eventually I had to report to the health services and social services what was

going on. The social workers out of Chester were nice people. What they

basically said was she was having a hard time and putting her on a parenting

course and also for her to get mental health support with me doing most of the looking after the baby should help improve things. I felt let down. The social

workers said they wouldn’t take further action unless she was a serious threat to

the children’s safety. My wife behaved well when other people outside the family

were present, but got worse to us inside the family.

She went on the course and things were just getting worse. By now I was doing

most of the morning routine with the children and letting her drop them off and

pick them up from school. She got kudos from being seen as the good mum. I

was also doing more than 50% of the evening meals and 50% of the bedtime

routines; she couldn’t cope with the stressful bits.

She used sex as a weapon now. In the morning while I’d be preparing the

breakfasts she’d stick her hands down my pants in the kitchen saying I’d have a

good time if I’d stay at the house with her instead of going to work. Money was

a major problem now and I’d confined myself to mainly doing contract work at a

local University. It felt very tempting and I did stay a couple of times, but I had to go and do some paid work for most of the time. She’d be furious with me

then and became Medusa when I’d get back from the University in time to make

the children dinner.

My wife was frequently bobbing in and out of control. I put huge efforts in to keep her de stressed. In my heart I felt more and more that she was just

abusing all of us. She could behave so nicely in public and then behind closed

doors try to beat the crap out of the children. I was regularly now getting

bruises and fingernail scratches while getting between her and the children.

There were occasions it was like a wrestling match with the children running away to lock themselves in the bathroom. There were some very ugly scenes

that even as I now type as a grown man, I just want to cry.

In 2010 July 23rd she attacked our little boy in the middle of the night because

he wanted a drink of juice. I had to push her away and pull him away from her. She went to the police the next day and reported that I had assaulted her.

If you are a man, and woman with blinking eyes, heaving cleavage and distinct

hemline reports you assaulted her to a policeman, then you are already damned

beyond Hades. You are now in the ‘Shawshank Redemption’ ‘The Green Mile’ –

you are just so lynch mob doomed.


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It took a year to get cleared in High Court of assault. The Judge said she had

unlawfully over chastised our toddler and assaulted me. The police now said they

couldn’t do anything about it because it was longer than six months since the incident.

In that year, I was on bail not to go near my house where my children were with

a violent abusive mother.

Social services were still involved, but changed to a different department. Now,

having been falsely damned to hell by the police, I was about to taste real nasty

abuse on a level I only ever saw and read about in the Holocaust. The SS were

here. There is no difference between social engineering by the Nazis and social

engineering by English social services. You have to experience this to understand

it. My children and I have.

At this point I have to stop and give you a warning. Never under any

circumstances talk or let social workers into your life. I know of no other greater

abuse you can receive from a government authority

In August 2010 I had my first meeting with the new social workers at their

offices. My first concern in sitting down in the meeting room was it was full of

posters about how evil and bad and nasty and vicious and vile men were. These

people did not like men. ALL domestic violence and ALL bad things were

traceable to men according to these people. I was so fascinated that later I took other people to see these posters and also took some photographs.

These people re wrote history. They wrote reports saying what a dreadful man I

was attacking the wife and the children. They told the children to their faces

they were liars for saying mummy hit them. These were very nasty people who

were too happy to sacrifice the well being of my children to bag another of their enemy (me=man).

Not only did they re write history, they hid the previous history.

I tried to reason with these people asking for honesty and transparency. They

refused bluntly. They wrote bizarre lies in reports.

36 Court cases later and probably over £500,000 to the tax payer they were still

writing lies and trying to do bad things to me.

On 28th Feb 2013 they served official imprisonment documents on me. They

were incredibly happy and laughing and smiling and joking as they all went into the high court. One social worker was so happy she skipped into the court. They

thought they were sending a man to prison. A man who , the courts and other

professionals said that loved his children dearly, was an excellent parent, the

children loved him and wanted to live with him.

The social workers thought they were sending me to prison because I had

written poetry about domestic violence and was exposing them.

The social workers were upset when the Judge told them they didn’t have the

power to find people guilty and imprison them. The social workers were nearly in

tears when the Judge asked them to put forward their case and found all were quite false.


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What is it about social workers that makes their minds so warped ?

If you imagine there is a normal spectrum of good people and bad people in a

society, then there is a similar distribution of people in any organisation. When

you give bad people power over others, it is a dreadful situation – repeated

often through history and so ugly in modern times with places like concentration

camps and care homes with extensive abuses.

I was very disturbed and became a bit mentally broken from the stress of all

this; in particular seeing my children abused not only by their mother, but by the

social workers. I got psychiatric help. My psychiatrist on seeing all of the

evidence reassured me that I was not paranoid or mentally ill. It was so strange

that he said I was just disturbed in the same way as the large number of NHS mental health patients ‐ adults and children ‐ who have been left in the

disastrous wake of social services involvement with them.

I quote him ' if it was up to the mental health practitioners, the social services

would be dismantled'.

Social services destroy many families every day. The general public accept it

because they are not allowed to see it. So the general public believe it is

somehow a necessary system based on a few good cases. The public are not

really aware of the monster that social services has become. The is because

social services has a court approved secrecy; they gag their victims.

Compare the few good results of social services with the tragic creation of toxic

psychology injected into the UK by social services :-

1. No of UK children taken into care ~ 40,000/yr.

2. No of distressed toxic people as a result ~ 160,000/yr

3. No of young adults in prison who come from social services putting them in

care homes ~ 50%

4. No of new adults on long term medication and mental health – as a result of

social services actions ~ 80,000/yr

There are so many distressed and abused children, young people and adults.

Why are social services so especially toxic?

The main reasons are :-

1. People with Toxic mentality as part of their psyche are attracted to work in

social services. They want to take revenge on society for something angry in

themselves. It is plain prejudice; no different from the Ku Klux Clan.

2. The psychology demonstrated in the ‘Stanford prison’ experiment shows that people in a position of power, amplify it and will carry out abuses of other people

much too readily. This mixed with the toxicity in social workers is a recipe for

extended abuse across many people.

3. Government secret courts promote abusers to abuse more.


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Why has the government allowed social services to act and force secrecy about

their operation ?

1. If the public knew about how dreadful there results were, then there would be no secrecy allowed.

2. If there was no secrecy, toxic people would not join social services and there

would be almost no employees.

It seems inconceivable to the average person that in a civilised developed country like England we could treat people as badly as Saddam Hussein was

supposed to have in Iraq.

The police, local authorities and social services in England frequently have

behaved atrociously to children and adults. Not only have they callously

destroyed families and ruined mental health and destroyed finances, but they sit

back callously and watch it ongoing like some kind of entertainment. I put all of this here as a request for you to understand how authorities can

grossly abuse people, and, that you should help seek reforms to this dreadful

system.

Normally, most people cave in and just give up. Many commit suicide and many

just walk away from their families. Most children lose all contact with their fathers within 3 years of social services becoming involved with a family. The

government has made it legal to murder people by driving them into suicide.

Practitioners of this include social services and CSA. David Cameron and Nick

Clegg will not tell you that their system of government allows it.

All of this is the real civilisation of England. Destruction of a families and children

carried out quietly and efficiently close to you, without you knowing. I ask the

government to make this country's social services fit for purpose instead of

covering up their crimes. Of all of the social workers, I estimate less than 1 in 4

are decent people. I ask these few to help reform this monster. For all those

offended at my exposure, try fixing the monster instead of complaining about the too many messengers.

Please change your system and make children and adults safe.

My children are very real people and these events are real. Can you imagine there is worse out there?

I have to use a pseudo name as social services and their secret courts will have

me locked up for using my real name. Don’t believe me ? ... Google search on

‘secret family courts’. For now, I am Edmond Dantes, the poet. . [email protected] The father to children who social services and

CAFCASS have helped protracted abuse of.

At a later date, you will have the full details.

mailto:[email protected]


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Book 2: the damned.

If you have the softcopy, then Click on the poem name below to go to the

poem.

At the poems, click on the poem number to return to its position in the Index.

Item Title Page

1 General Introduction 3

2 Introduction to Book 2

3 Index 9

Abuse & Violence

On Children by their Mother

On Children and adults by Social Workers

Beware of triggering.

DV Note1 Prologue

Poem123 My Little Boy Is Taught To Fear His Mum Again.

Poem124 My Little Boy Is Assaulted By His Mum Again

Poem125 Ken’s Slime In Your Pants

Poem126 Ken’s Triumph.

Poem127 Protecting My Children

Poem128 Don’t Hate The Child

Poem129 How A Toxic Mother Poisons Her Child.

Poem130 SS Only Tick Boxes

Poem131 Abusive Authorities

Poem132 Abusive Authorities 2.

Poem133 A Policeman Assumes

Poem134 Agitated: Should the victim be agitated ?

Poem135 Golf Ball Stories

Poem136 Fear For My Children

Poem137 I Despair Without My Children

Poem138 Callous Cankers Of Mankind

Poem139 Fretting For My Children

Poem140 The Struggle With Suicide

Poem141 The First Judgement

Poem142 The Sentencing

Poem143 Probation The Dirtiest Word I Know

Poem144 The Second Judgement

Poem145 Time To Heal

Poem146 Social Workers Are Paid To Destroy Families

Poem147 Social Workers Are Paid To Destroy Families 2

Poem148 I’m A Social Worker

Poem149 Responsibility Of The SS

Poem150 Lies to the judge.

Poem151 Lies in the court Terror on the ground.


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Poem152 TESCO are better than social services

Poem153 Big Brother Is Watching

Poem154 No Accountability For Evil

Poem155 With My Children

Poem156 It Happened.

Poem157 The Bubble

Poem158 Moral Obligations

Poem159 De Beauvoir’s Legacy

Poem160 R U supporting the SS ?

Poem161 Mother’s Day - Social Services Flavoured

Poem162 The Act Of A Toxic Life Is A Judgement

Poem 163 Now I am Older I realise There Was No Goodness

Poem 164 Striped Pyjamas

Poem 165 Buried alive

Poem 166 Justification

Poem 167 Reserved for writing after being imprisoned for trying to protect my children from abuse
























Poem 192 Reserved for writing after being imprisoned for trying to protect my children from abuse Newspaper1 How social workers abusively use the term ‘the risk of emotional abuse’ Newspaper2 Too many children taken into social care Newspaper3 Social services took my children

Reserved Reserved for writing in prison after the social services abuse my children even more

Glossary de Beauvoir. CAFCASS CPS Domestic Violence. SS Triggering Transactional Analysis End of Book 1


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Please be aware of triggering reactions.

Prologue.

My psychiatrist reassures me I am not paranoid. He says I am just disturbed in

the same way as the large number of NHS mental health patients ‐ adults and

children ‐ who have been left in the disastrous wake of social services

involvement with them.

I quote him ' if it was up to the mental health practitioners, the social services

would be dismantled'.

Social services and their secret courts forbid me to reveal my real name here.

They do not want you to know of the dreadful and abusive things that they do. They pretend it is because they are protecting the rights of children. History has

too many people who abused and tortured and mutilated others, with convoluted

legal approval as a cover up.

The Nazis did the same in Auschwitz and such places. They were legal in their own time as well. The Nazis all felt aloof about them protecting the future of

their own children.

There are few perfect people, let alone perfect couples let alone perfect families.

It's a pretty big meal over a long time. My wife and I were pretty happy for the first ten years. She was a very pretty tomboy. Full of life and mischief, and a bit

too short fused and physical. When we had children, she was low empathy and I

was high empathy. She wanted to be seen as the primary carer, even though

she didn't like it, and wasn't really good at it. A dreadful rot of stress and

distrust grew fast into the relationship and spilled onto the children. It got to the point there was frequent domestic violence and abuse being dished out by her.

It was complicated, because she apologised lots and always came back loving. It

was a severe “love me hate me” for everyone. I did not recognise it as domestic

violence because nobody told me. I just loved everybody and did my best to

make a very difficult situation work.

It was situation dependant – like everything in life. She almost always managed to avoid her violent and abusive displays in public. Most of the people who lived

in the street who never came to our house, thought everything was ok. Her co-

workers thought everything was ok; because they didn’t aggravate her.

The family is all broken up now and the children and myself seeing psychiatric

help. My ex has had an abusive man move in with her, which is a hellish problem for the children. Social services have been evil; they based everything

on trying to cover up their original errors, and insist she sees the children 50/50,

but it's screwing the children up. That's where we are now, and almost bankrupt

for all the lawyer’s fees. My children don't trust anybody in authority now.

We are all broken and poor.


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Poem123. My little boy is taught to fear his mum.

she made him lie on the carpet

1, 2, 3, 4, .. 12 baby wipes she placed around him

she talks abrupt

as the shoes and trousers come off

her body voice gets angry as she frees the nappy

the toddler starts moaning

and struggles

she grabs his ankles hard

lifting his legs high he now starts crying

and fighting for freedom

she fights with the wipes

fights with the baby

fights with the nappy

and the repulsive warm muck screaming and crying

now slapping

screaming and crying

more slapping

and shouting at him an exhausted supply

of wipes and nappy remain

the tearful red faced child hides

whimpers in the secret cave

behind the television it’s strange

how minutes later

it’s all quieter

but the stalagmites of fear

inside all of us have grown

my daughter calls it the wall

she hides behind a wall

to forget the fear

to forget the pain

to forget the terror side of her mother

our toddler is having a carry on with his sister

they are chasing around the living room

my wife screams at them

the little boy stops his body frozen

fear on his face

and wets himself

yet again


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Poem124. My little boy is assaulted by his mum again.

NSPCC reports more women are violent to children than men.

Smack, smack, smack

'aghhh' , 'aghhhh' 'let go' 'let go'

screaming

'let me go'

smack, smack, smack

'let me go mummy' 'mummy'

'let me go'

screams, crying, smacking, sobbing

the ugly same, yet again

i tried to open the door

she’d braced herself again

a new improved violence

jamming the door closed

nobody can get in to this designer violent room

while she was hitting him

'daddddy' ! 'dadddy' !

'get him' 'get him' screamed my daughter

'get him out' 'get him out'

'FUCK OFF' !

her mother shouted angrily at her

from behind the door while hardly missing her breath

in an effort to keep hitting

her little boy

her daughter screamed, cried

almost as loud as her little brother

smack, smack, smack

'aghh' 'let meeee go'

smack, struggling

'let me go' 'aghhhh' her little boy screamed and screamed

she persisted and persisted

i tried hard to push the door open

'daddy daddy' ! cried my daughter clinging to my arm

crying 'daddy daddy'

as another 'FUCK OFF' !


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blasted out from her mother behind the door

my daughter clung and clung to me shaking, crying, desperate, scared

her body twisted in fear, despair

'daddy' 'daddy, get him out'

this was the second assault this night

now, by her mother into her daughter’s mind

in intense desperation

i tried shouting again

'let him go'

'and come out' 'please' 'let him go' 'please'

smack, smack, aghhh

scream, smack, sob

on and on

our daughter, crying desperately

our little boy screaming, begging

'let go' 'let go' only fuelled

intense uncontrolled raging anger

a mothers hatred

was slapping, slapping

every hit cutting all of us

on, and on

you shake

your mind races

eyes crying, stinging

your ability to act thwarted

eventually, you could hear

sobbing from another part of that room

whimpering, crying, panting no more slapping

she had let her own child go

this violence ends for now

in sore, sweaty, cold silence without comfort

just fear

the door opened abruptly

that familiar angry face

forcefully pushed passed us and away down the stairs


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i quickly grabbed him

cuddled his reddened body into me the sweat wet head

soaked my shirt

the red terrified eyes

his arms just hanging limp

beaten, defeated

we clung together

too dazed to ,move off the bed

shhhh.....shhhhh.....shhhhh

all you can say as we rocked together

'shhhhh'....... 'shhhhhhh' 'shhhhh'

Poems125. Ken’s slime In Your Pants.

This is a poem about a nasty predatory man who lived next door to a recently

single vulnerable mother with children. He worked his way into their house and

lives and took over He now runs her life at the terrible expense of the children.

It is based on true incidents. Mr666 and people like him are out there now. When I discussed this man with a psychologist, I was told ‘it’s not illegal being

voyeuristic and ambitious’. So, I’ll avoid this psychologist babysitting for me.

Ken’s slime in your pants

in your pockets in your children's mind

hi, he said, i'm Ken

i stalk women

i work on trains and get to bully people that’s my job, to bully people

mummy, mummy

that man

is looking through the curtain at us

'just ignore him dear'

Mummy, mummy

he's looked through the curtains

and seen you naked

'oh ! close the curtains dear' 'he's a pervert

Mummy, mummy

can we play in the garden

'no' 'he's peeking through the curtains again'



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in your pockets

in your children's mind

mummy, mummy

why are you letting him through the back door at night

'i'm talking to him dear'

mummy, mummy why is he in your bedroom making noises

‘it's just us talking dear'

mummy, mummy

why are you keeping a knife at the side of your bed while he’s here

'oh ! it's just for cutting vegetables dear'...

mummy, mummy

he shouted and shouted and shouted angrily at me

i was scared and you didn't protect me

'it's all right dear he’s just a bit strict'

mummy, mummy

i'm scared of him

'it's all right dear i'm finishing with him soon'

cafcass, cafcass, help me guardian

i'll cut my throat if Ken comes near me

Ken is at the house, i'm scared, I'll cut my throat to escape


in your pockets in your children's mind

Poem126. Ken’s Triumph.

he peeked through curtains

the children on the streets

disliked him

he told his neighbours he stalked women

bullied people at work

he'd show them

new opportunity the mother next door

easy prey her husband away for a year

and she's distressed

be polite, offer help, small talk, good grooming any excuse, into her house, through the back door

yes ! nights triumph, take control now

got the sex, now get the house, take control


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children nuisance, give them some terror

shout, scream, mum's defence, go easy, make friends

now his relatives visit, hasn't he done well

he has a pretty woman,

who lies that she was abused

and he has rescued her

‘you are wonderful Ken’ they ignorantly say

game, sex and match

free sex, free house, relatives impressed

Ken and Barbie

and she does anything he wants

because she needs someone who backs her up,

and he can make a hero

from his previous scumly image

Poems127. Protecting My Children

Having to prepare documents for the court tomorrow. It again has triggered the

stress as well as the big machine in my head. The big machine helps with any deep problem or puzzle. I used to do it lots for physics and philosophy. Working

in combination with the stress trauma, it sets me with a nervous disposition.

This is the complex post traumatic stress disorder. Today it's kind of in control in

a holding position.

justification, justification

always

justification

ramification of their power

over my children over me

deceitful social services

incompetent police

horrible lawyers

their version

not my children's not the witnesses

not the criminal courts

not my version

not reality

just their fantasy all the kosher words for the court

their club, they all know each other

their version, to meet lawyers needs

to meet the needs of money

my brain fire my nerves

cPTSDSD

my hellish prison


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my fire

but i need to swim

these deadly waters seeking safety

for my children.

my big friend

from the dark place

the subconscious, boiling, trawling, analysing, constructing almost a dance with annihilation

i know it's power

i like it's power, the monster from the deep collective

so many times it helps

but now there is a price

my nerves respond badly the pain, the fear, the memories of helplessness

of sickening abuse of my children, it's not over

the bad people are still here

cPTSD they call it, i call it hell.....

swim, in burning, swim for my children

Poem128. Don't hate the children.

we all carry a child in us

too many people hate, or dislike, or don't care

for their own child, the one inside of them

John Lennon sang crippled inside every time we hate, or dislike, or screw over ourselves

or somebody else

we're screwing over the child in us, the child in them

trouble is that's what we're mostly taught as a species it's toxic and carries

what if everybody truly loved themselves

and just wanted to be happy and share happiness ?

imagine, John Lennon

Poems129. How A Toxic Mother Poisons Her Child.

one of the saddest things i ever saw

was while on a bus in Oldham

it was a scorching hot day,

most people, close to naked as the bus pulled up

there was a standing bundle

of tatty dark clothes

a person fully hidden

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hood over the head

fully covering and hiding the face

as she got on, i glimpsed her hiding face badly disfigured

gnarled like a witch and covered in warts

this terrified being found herself a quiet seat

making sure she was hidden for a hardened man

my heart bled and stabbed

as I nearly burst into tears

why on this our earth so tortured

so humiliated so disgusted self image

such a dreadful life, that dreadful painful self image allowed and maintained by people around her

life's a bitch

i'm not entertaining this behaviour for me

or anyone near me, so utterly sad

and yet my own daughter

her dreadful self image, created by her mother

so many times told her own daughter

that SHE was to blame

to blame for spoiling the marriage and she should never have been born

only an hour later she'd tell her she loved her

along with the violence, it really screwed up

my daughters head

toxic in her mother, toxic in my child

my daughter wanted to cut her own throat

she'd had made mummy so unhappy

Poem130. SS Only Tick Boxes; They Don’t Care.

social services SS

got involved my family my wife's violence only occurred

at high stress times

a three event day, morning prep, evening meal, going to bed

SS only visited just after school

that’s their working hours looking for sunlight at midnight

looking for snow in summer

I asked why

They said “not our office hours”

this is the insanity that runs our planet

through human authorities.


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Poems131. Abusive Authorities.

Nelson Mandela

Edmond Dantes

so many names stories and reality

have fought injustice

against overwhelming odds

the stories seem plausible fantasy

and yet the structure of authority is extremely geared to abuse

anyone on the wrong side of it

the second you enter abuse

it escalates each authority reinforces the other

and if you try to complain

these authorities

police, social services, probation, courts, lawyers

are refined machines at defending themselves

against anything you say they get practice at defending themselves

every single day

and they have lots of people, lots of money, lots of time

and lots of practice

whatever you say or do they have been there before

and they have counter claims

and defences to abuse you further

fear them

Poems132. Abusive Authorities 2.

like attracts like you say

good people attract good people

musicians begat musicians doctors begat doctors

and bad attracts bad

looking for power ?

want to get one over on other people ? want revenge ?

just dislike people ?

you need an authoritarian job

like police or social worker

legalised abuse of others

lawyers trust these abusers

judges are obliged to trust these abusers


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these abusers

in the biggest gang in the country

‘cover up’ ’cover up’

the public squeal like pigs

and do no real good

the gang and it’s privileged members continue their abusive sport

Poem133. A Policeman Assumes - & Hell’s Gates Opens

after the police

have mentally abused your children

after the police

have made you mentally ill

after the police have destroyed your family

after the police

have destroyed your family finances

after the police

have destroyed your company business and after

after you put in complaints

nobody is interested

not the policeman who falsely reported

not the desk sergeant who behaved stupid not the cps who got it all wrong

not the Chief Constable with his shiny buttons

they all keep their heads down

and avoid everything they hope you will die with the stress

or go bankrupt

or commit suicide, like many others have

or they can keep it going forever

because power, money and time are all on their side

these are the people in charge of you

these are the people in charge of your children

fear these people

and you

the reader

you pay for them

you allow them

to do this because you


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are not interested

the police report said we assumed

he was being malicious

because we arrested him

so, we did not believe him

that the children were being assaulted and abused

by their mother

because we assumed

police professional standards said

the officer had behaved professionally because he had assumed

Poem134. Agitated: should a victim be agitated ?

the policeman said i was agitated

he implied by this that i was somehow at fault

it seemed his boss

a more senior policeman that this implied i was at fault

it seemed to the police professional standards

that this implied i was at fault

it seemed to the prosecution lawyer

that this implied i was at fault

although, to be fair

and this is my experience to date

to all prosecution lawyers, and to all policemen

you the accused, are guilty until proven innocent

my opinion is that never trust a policeman to talk to

he has a quota of arrests to make

and you are fair game to him

and my experience is that

police are hugely dishonest and those not dishonest

are pretty low IQ

and if you are a man

and a woman tells obvious lies about you

you will be prosecuted and damned to hell

long before you see a court these are my findings

after many exchanges

and after prolonged abuse

of my children and me

by the police in England


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so, if you have been wrongfully arrested

your children abused

and made mentally unwell your mental health ruined

and left you on medication with psychological help

your family destroyed

by the police and social services

your family finances destroyed your family company destroyed

and then in the court

the Judge

she said he was agitated

the one who had his family and business destroyed she said he was agitated

and he, the agitated one

had put on a bad show

his assailant, who destroyed his family

who destroyed his business the Judge said she presented herself well

the Judge believes if your agitated

you are the one doing wrong

so if you go to a court or are stopped by police

then you must not in any way be agitated

for this means you are somehow

guilty and wrong

Poem136. Fear For My Children.

gasping, drowning my head

searing and twitching my body

FEAR every time my children are not with me

31 million seconds of fear

and counting

now mentally ill

my children suffering, suffering

abused by their own mother

and her abusive boyfriend

both helped by social services

and it’s still not finished


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Poems137. I Despair without my children.

the children are not here

no, not here

they are somewhere doing something

there's possibly somebody

not being nice

possibly somebody hurting them

i'm not there

with them

not protecting them

how can i be here

on my own

my heart missing beats

the chest pains

the house a mess my mind muddled

painful dulled thoughts

in dirty unclear water

except the clear pain of their pain

their violation

their abuse

where are they now

how can i be here

i don't want this life

without them

it's a foul mess

life without them what on earth

can i do without my children

how can i be here

without my children my face flushing

my sore heart

and chest pains

stupid police put children in

with a violent abusive mother

and stop anybody protecting them


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allowing bloody violence

terrorising bullying

abuse

to be flaunted

by the mentally distressed mother

children screaming

children hurt

while police stop you protecting them

that's the police

how can I be here there's no children here

how can I protect them

what to do

another wave through my head

more chest pains

a never ending torrent

of fear, abuse, crying

my body is on fire

sweating, sweating, sweating get up walk around

how can i be here

my children aren't here

Poem138. Callous Cankers Of Mankind.

back downstairs

for a few minutes respite

a difficult night

yet again

heart destroying stress

coming from my daughter's anguish and knock on effects

on my little boy

she sobbed

she whimpered she hoarsely begged to be saved

she rocked and cried and fretted on the floor

she scraped the flesh

off her already bleeding hands

she wheezed and chocked in her desperation

this is what you created

oh liars in authorities


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police, social services, cafcass, lawyers

and you, the chief of police

and you, the chief of the council and you the judges

you let a child be terrorised

and abused

again, and again, and again

you let it go on and on you callous cankers on mankind

and all her tears

and all her sobs

and all the detriment in her mind

her souls crucifixion are the toxic food

for you callous cankers in authorities

PLEASE

decent people stop this

look on

know the rotting state

where children are legally abused

it is your state it is your country

paid for by your money

and you, yes you

let them do this

to children's souls

and so i will return

to look at my children

and my heart will cry for them

my mind will burn

dear God protect these children

Note. My daughter suffered fits because she was terrified. During these fits she

often scraped her own flesh until it bled. She suffered psoriasis on her hands and

used to rip patches of flesh off during the fits.

Poems139. Fretting for my Children.

fretting

because of the

unknown violations

of my absent children is the worst

life can do to me


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God is somewhere

but i am hypnotised into stasis

into that dreadful darkness

that dreadful darkness has reasons

and i am without sleep without any comfort

Poem140. The Struggle with Suicide.

More people have committed suicide than have ever been killed in all of the wars

in history. More men commit suicide than women by a ratio of 4:1. Men are

treated very badly as a species.

enough..

more than enough now

i just want to go home

my inner child so scared

so tired of liars lies

so scared to be in this book so disappointed

so disappointed with humans

too too many bad humans

a nasty dreadful species

violent, selfish manipulative liars

so so few who care

so so many who hate

i just want to go home it’s not nice here

on this planet

with all of them

there is nothing to stay for

just to go home please that’s all I want

away from these

horrid horrid things

the tears make me mortal

and remind me of this body

it’s not the dying that’s important

it’s the escape

dying we do anyway

just not at the right moment

the meal of life is putrid

not by the few


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but the many

and those in authority

with power to torture and abuse my children

the power to hang me up

fretting and fearful

my mind races and feels their pain

and the pain grows in me

for if i leave

i leave my children

to them

and their evil ways i want to scream vomiting

i cannot leave the children

alone with these evil people

escape is gone

i was here for a reason

to exist as a witness

for the universe

to test life and judge it

my God seems so far away now

and in his time

he had to punish

and limit his creation

his disappointing species

i turn towards my God

and see me distressed

in front of him

and i am ashamed

i am not finished

as I breath, i am with him

a new existence

a second wind.

there’s a comfort but he’s not letting me go home

it’s not right

or necessary

the anger at my children’s abusers is not needed

my inner child’s fear

is not needed.

action, perseverance

to go on and help my children

is needed


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so, here I am

and all I'm asking out of this life

is my children's safety and well being i know that i need to do more

the struggle for them is not over.

so, i keep looking at the sky

and breathing in this body

and working for my children

Poem141. The First Judgement.

Having been falsely accused of assault by my wife to cover up her own assault of

our 3yr old it takes 8 months to get to a magistrates court. Magistrate’s courts

are known to be conviction crazy. They get scolded for not convicting. To make

matters worse, the CPS stop almost all of the evidence in domestic violence cases to increase their conviction chances. I met a barrister who left CPS as she

was sickened by the number of innocent people wrongly convicted. Social

services used the courts to force that I could not put my ex wife’s name in or my

name. They say that it’s so the children cannot see the truth about their abusive

mum. That’s a very strange thing since the children were the abused victims. I

use mum and dad. Anyway, here is my story unfolding.

We sat around

anxious

surely the judge

the judge was sensible

it was clear

my children

were being hurt she was violent

abusive

unceasing abuse

the lawyers talked

to each other daily business

for them

no big deal

who lost

'court rises' !

i stand up and look

my oldest son

red faced

painful memories the violence

of his own abuse

of his younger siblings abuse


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his anger and despair so clear

‘it is clear that mum has been abusive

and violent

to her family’

‘it is clear that mum has attacked her child’

‘it is clear that dad

has gone to the rescue of the child’

‘it is clear that mum has substantially assaulted dad’

However !

‘i feel that dad has over retaliated in his defence of the child’

‘i find dad guilty of assault

and because the child is present

and the law requires this is more serious and the finding is

aggravated assault’

i just stared at the judge

sorry !

what !

my oldest son

white and shocked

his body sickened

i felt so sorry for him

a long time victim

of my wife’s abuse

his psychologists

knew of her and here he was

seeing her getting off again

abuse and violence of children

accepted by a Judge in England

where a woman

can beat and bloody

and abuse her children

the judge says

you can't stop her


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i just stared at the judge

(next see,the sentence, probation, The Second Judgement )

Poem142. The Sentencing.

i took my sleeping tablet

the night before

and my medication in the morning the isolation from my children

and my incessant worries for them

had broken some of my mind

sitting in the court waiting area with life's lost and colourful souls

my appeal is in

but until the appeal case

i have to be sentenced

the victim victimised

probation assessed me

said they were clever people

mostly graduates

psychologists

i thought they were abrupt bossy, arrogant

but hoped it would be good

to talk to them

2 minutes before the courtroom i get probation's report

WHAT !

i'm only short of a mass murder

is this my report ?

my lawyer says don't argue

it's not bad compared to some

in the courtroom

30 or so senior school children

and Pontius pilot and his team and I'm led to a big glass cage

a hundred staring eyes

judging, judging, judging

there is nowhere to hide

full humiliation i wished i had more tablets

maybe the full bottle


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the judge relays the story

the children listen

eyes staring at me you can see some of the children

disturbed

why is he here for protecting his children ?

but the judge just acts his part

a course on domestic violence

a course of C.B.T.

the horror bites and gnarls my guts......

i've to be Alex, clockwork orange Alex

they’re going to screw my brain

even more than they have already

how much more can you victimise the victim

i tried to console myself

at least they can't kill you

oh, but they are

God has deserted me

Poem143. Probation ; the dirtiest word i have ever known.... ..

probation

Stalinist activities

alive and well in England

they accused Saddam Hussein

of a dreadful, unjust, regime

and yet that behaviour

is alive and horrible as an evil creature

in our own country

probation

look at what they do

when nobody cares about you what they do in their dark places

probation, your worst nightmare

i met them again after sentencing

i asked why they had written so many lies about me

they said 'that's what we do'

and pointed to the paper title

MINISTRY OF JUSTICE FACT SHEET they had headed paper

and wrote lies about people on it

they thought because of this header


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whatever they wrote

was a FACT

these are magical bits of paper if you could write something on them

it would automatically be true

they told me they would change me

brainwash me make me better

and my ex wife

would be involved

in deciding how well i'd changed

how many times in my life must i be stupefied

i asked how this worked

that the person assaulting my children

and assaulting me was qualified

to brainwash me

they said i must sign the consent form

or there'd be trouble i was already suicidal

and my children being abused

i thought they were funny

kind of Monty Python thing

beyond absurd

every meeting

i wrote up and copied to them and my lawyer

they got very angry about that

after months they said

a gross miscarriage of justice has taken place

and treated me better

Poem144. The Second Judgement.

don't get your hopes up

too much my barristers said

domestic violence cases

are loaded against men

i just want the truth why can't there be cctv everywhere

i said


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this time

there was no cps idiot

winking and nodding at the judge this was a high court

a serious court

magistrates are known

to convict too easily

and especially with a nodding and winking cps

if they don't convict

they get reprimanded

the statistics show it clearly

however this is a serious court

no half wit evidence allowed here

and no easy lies

PC 666 said my wife had a golf ball sized lump on her head

nobody saw it

no doctors

no children

no photographs even my wife

said there was no such thing

in both courts

in the magistrates court

this imaginary golf ball was the cause of the conviction

the magistrate had to recognise

the imaginary golf ball

that my wife said never existed

but the cps said policemen don't lie

in this high court

there were three on the bench

one serious judge two serious magistrates

serious judges i'm told

hard judges i'm told

'all stand' the summing

‘we are satisfied that :

mum was violent to her family

mum was assaulting her child

dad went to the rescue of the child mum substantially assaulted dad


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dad removed himself and the child into safety

NOT GUILTY’

my life could start again

the phone rang one hour later

probation

congratulated me and destroyed my records

police

could not arrest my wife

on a technicality

they had waited too long for this trial

so even though guilty

in the Judges eyes

the police bungled

not only to arrest her but had allowed her

to victimise the victims

Poem145. Time to heal...

i'm broken

shot below the water line

wires pulled from the processor neurons distorted

Dave Bowman: Hello, HAL. Do you read me, HAL?

HAL: Affirmative, Dave. I read you.

Dave Bowman: Open the pod bay doors, HAL. HAL: I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that.

Dave Bowman: What's the problem?

HAL: I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do.

Dave Bowman: What are you talking about, HAL?

HAL: This mission is too important for me to allow you to jeopardize it.

i’m still broken doctor

and she agreed

more pills

more psychologists

but she couldn’t remove the cause

it’s quite amusing

when your body suffers

adrenalin malfunctions in great bursts

making jerking hands

and desperate sweating


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waves of anguish

all in this shell, my body

my minds broken

only bits of it

Poem146. Social Workers are paid to destroy Families .

Tony Blair

doubled the target

for social services to take children into care

he paid local government

more money

if they took more children into care

meet their breaking up of families targets

they get more money

doesn't matter

about who you damage

the children the family

it doesn't matter

what lies you tell

the courts are secret

the lies are safe

social workers

meet your targets

lie, cheat, abuse

get your targets get your money

Poems147. Social Workers are paid to destroy Families 2 .

sitting round the table

her manager not here yet

the team were anxious

there were job cuts looming she had just moved

new house

new car

her kids

new clothes new toys

new friends

these are important

the door opens and he sits


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opens his brief

looks that managerial serious way

' you all know'

' we were told our targets'

' in January'

' and'

' you are down on targets'

' well, we can save your jobs'

' you will need to work harder'

' get more children in care'

' its not rocket science' ' and it's easy'

' we have money'

' they have none'

' we have time'

' they have none' ' we have a big team'

' they have non'

' we have been trained'

' they have not'

' we have experience' ' they are in shock'

' we're not scared of them'

' they fear us'

' we can silence them'

' they do what we tell them'

' they have no option' ' like shooting ducks in a barrel'

' you know how to do it’

' there are laws that help you'

' you have the power' ' the courts are in our side'

' these people are sitting ducks'

' as soon as we mark them'

' the public don't believe them'

' they believe us' ' and the courts are secret'

' so you won't be challenged'

' so what are you waiting for?'

' go now’ ' get those children off of them'

she felt relief

her job was safe

her children would be pleased

now she could concentrate on showing her friends


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her new home

all she had to do was take other people's children away

from their families

enough children removed

for any reason

to meet her target and nobody

other than those sad forgotten families

would really be bothered

Poem148 I’m a Social Worker .

this was her first visit

she presented herself well after a few minutes with the children

a request

for a private conversation

‘I have power’

she said

‘I can take your children away from you’

‘you have to do

what I tell you’

she said to me

this smiling assassin was threatening my children

what motivated her to say this ?

and, in this assassins pleasurable way.

i asked her why

‘Why are you threatening the well being of my children’

‘I have not threatened your children’

‘I’m reminding you

of my powers over this situation’

‘that’s all’.

i asked her to leave which she did

very reluctantly.

emails to her boss

and his boss

and all the way to the top

‘Why do your employees threaten people’ ?

nobody replied

they don’t like

recorded conversations they don’t like

transparency

they don’t like


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people seeing

their abusive powers

Poem149. Responsibility of the SS.

war makers have plans

not because they are nice sensibility requires

to clean up the mess

to make good

to prevent the return

to the warring needs Germany and Japan

are good examples

so a war on society

a war against child abuse must have a plan

a social war plan

not just to beat up

not just to disarm

not just to impoverish

not just to create despair but to clean up

to clean up

to repair

to make good

and yet

so many suicides

so many depressed

so many homeless so many angry

so many poor

despair

created by the SS

social services

society war machine

it's important to clean up

the mess of a war

why is it acceptable

for social services

to not clean up after them


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to not repair the despair

to not repair the anger

to not repair the poverty that they create

just imagine

everybody could win win/win

imagine people liking SS

working with them

but SS don't want that

they like being hated thrive on it

promoting it

a closed dark community

the SS

Fear them.

Poem150. Lies to the judge.

after the judge

we sat in a small room

summoned by SS and CAFCASS

“you will tell your daughter this” and handed me a script

‘it’s not the truth’ i said

‘and my daughter knows it’s not the truth’

“you will tell her this anyway”

staring at them in disbelief now comes too naturally

‘I will not lie to my daughter’

‘I will not let her down and tell your lies’

‘you are asking me to lie to her’

“if you don’t do this”

“you are breaking our plan”

and that’s what they reported

that I had broken their plan no mention of lies

just another uncooperative parent

put on paper as being bad

and that’s how they ‘win’

and that’s what they propagate

you are always the bad person

if you don’t tell their lies


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Poem151. Lies In Court Terror On The Ground.

in court

as usual

the SS social workers lied to the judge

saying children come first so the judge trusted them

and gave my children to them

away from the judge

the vile SS close in on you

and order you to this and that all under threats

my phone rings

i cannot talk to my own distressed child by SS

my daughter in court was presented as very concerned to know her dad is safe

when she is not with me

and SS used that as positive leverage in court

and out of court, they use it negatively

SS will not let me talk to her i can feel her distress

i find later that

SS tried to bully the childminder

ordering her on the phone to do things

that would have upset the children more

and later in that cold dark night

when my daughter finally saw the SS

she screamed and fled into the house crying, sobbing , hiding in her room

but the SS had her gagged now

the trusting Judge

only gets the sanitary version

Poem152. TESCO are better than social services.

extremely knowledgeable

in the practice of being hated

social workers

have years of practice

to null their critics

make critics vanish punish the critics


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and huge resources, to do this

social services a few are good people

many are toxic people

too many toxic people

for toxic people are drawn into them

and now they have absurd rules

that the good people make good of

that the Toxic people make more Toxin with

an evil monster

running on absurd rules rules containing absurdity

no reality, just box ticking

and a culture of blaming others

no accountability

of satisfied customers to report not even as good as TESCO

who run on satisfied customers

yes ! look at Tesco

the checkout staff

the shelf packers more talented than social workers !

because

they create satisfied customers

the only thing

social services have in abundance

is power, money, time

to null their critics

what social workers fear is the truth

they fear honesty and transparency

David Cameron

so scared to publish the customer satisfaction results

for social services

they are so bad

so David Cameron try to be a decent human

protect our children

put TESCO in charge of social services

give children safety and satisfaction

give families help and satisfaction

stop child abuse stop family abuse


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Poem153. Big Brother Is Watching.

i just received

an email

from local government lawyers

they have sent me a copy of around 30 pages

badly printed to PDF

of FaceBook pages

copied from my postings

public and private

these lawyers

are sending them to "experts"

to see what they make of me

for me

it’s all quite endearing that they

have so much interest in me

especially

when so many are poor

and so many are dying in hospitals and the elderly have no comfort

and children are being abused

that’s your government

the half wits

you voted for them

Poem154. No Accountability for Evil.

Hillsborough

a massive police cover up

lies by the authorities

to abuse the people

they are paid to protect

and yet

Social Services

with no public accountability

legalised secrecy

much more secrecy and immunity than the police even

these are EVIL people

given an open license to be evil

even those starting innocent become corrupted by egotistical power

corrupted by that freedom from rebuke or chastisement


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power mad

destroying who they dislike

the courts and mercenary pseudo experts

their weapons of destruction

and YOU

YOU reading this YOU are paying for them

with your taxes

YOU are empowering them

to destroy families

and abuse children

YOU

are helping the evil bullies

satisfy their thirst

and should YOU believe me ? research is easy

so much evil

has caused leaks

even in public newspapers

and politicians campaigns just look, and see

the evil to children and families

that YOU can stop

Poems155. With My Children

and here am 'I'

4 children and 2 are mine

so happy

dancing with them

watching them

dancing

sharing music sharing love

sharing optimism

sharing wonderment

sharing joy

sharing understanding sharing

life


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Poem156. It Happened.

i never asked for a life

but i got one

i never asked for problems for my children but i got them

so, i'm alive

and my job is to do the best for my children

for as long as i shall be permitted live

Poem157. The Bubble.

lying quietly in the dark

a little body breathes

quietly to the left

a bigger body breathes quietly to the right

my two children

safe

comfortably asleep for this time

this little time

inside this bubble

outside this bubble

a creepy war their mum

their abusive violent mum

'me time' her priority

'me me me' her priority

her dreadful abusive boyfriend boasting of his perversions

grooming my daughter

negligent social workers

forcing daughter to mother

low IQ police a prejudiced world

outside the bubble

outside the bubble

bullying accidents

disease

ignorance

selfishness

abusers


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violence

hatred

pornography outside the bubble

my life's priority

expanding the bubble

extending it carrying it with them

get more guards

get more sacred places

help the children

to become guards of the bubble

so hard to be everywhere

protecting

the bubble

the sacred bubble

Poem158. Moral Obligations.

poem by Edmond Dantes 4th Nov 2012

for the court in Chester,where the local authority are desperate to gag me

because I keep asking them to be honest.

it's Sunday night

no children night

i'm humped !

back to concert levels Furtwangler's wartime Beethoven's 9th.

maybe this existence of mine

is a morphed version

of Clockwork Orange

who's abusers are worse ?

mine or Alex ? who is mad ?

abusive social services

madness protected

by cheap laws

from local authorities who will not answer

honest questions.

and tomorrow morning in court

will I be seen as Tom or Alex ?

I live the curse of much too interesting a life


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Poem159. de Beauvoir's legacy....

men become

what women say they want

and women want

what advertising tells them

that's the norm of our culture

women en mass want testosterone men

men with six packs

they want fighting alpha males

distressed broody half wits

narcissistic beauties exciting self indulgent look at me ! screamers

sex mad and violent

look at all the adverts

with their psychological messages

and then

when it all goes wrong

they are angry about what they got

at the wolf who lies

and cheats and beats

if you want men to change

you must tell them

en mass tell men what you want

you change the women

and the men follow

and note

it doesn't hold for all for there are those

already innocent

already empathetic

already eccentric

already fulfilled


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Poem160. R U supporting the SS ? .

saving children

and creating utopia

by social cleansing

purifying our race by taking children off bad mothers

by breaking up bad families

throwing out bad dad’s

is so easy to justify

it seems so correct so sensible

for decent people like us

but who does this job

what kind of people are these who are all powerful

and wise and clever

and can see who is bad and who is good

and handle great power

with great continued decency and wisdom

we were warned

by too many times in history

that the Hitler’s have good intentions

but not if your skin is wrong

but not if your beliefs are wrong or simply, he just doesn’t like you

history’s single sided utopia

like slavery, or the holocaust

are all single sided events

we were warned

by so many thinkers

like Orwell’s piggy farm

where power corrupts

and all you really achieve

is people in a nasty club that abuses others

they don’t like

so, look around today

where are the power clubs where can you join a club

to abuse people you don’t like

where is there power

to destroy their families

to get revenge on people types you just don’t like ?

the job board says ‘join the ss’


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you get to be judge and jury, over who is good and bad

you get to write reports, that aren’t criticised

you get to be part of a team, who will all lie for each other you get to abuse people you just don’t like

and your team will help, with the difficult ones

so, if you were rejected

or if someone bullied you or someone gave your mum a bad time

or someone gave you a bad time

there’s a special job for you

to get revenge

true psychological fulfilment

yes, the SS is just the job for you

Poem161. Mother’s Day - Social Services Flavoured.

i sit here with sore salty tears

running down my face

my child’s screaming in the headphones and i so so want to vomit

my poor little baby

screaming ‘daddy’ ‘daddy’

and his mother slapping him

again and again

in my war to protect my children

i couldn’t sleep again

and was up sorting out evidence files

on my computer and i so so want to vomit and cry

so so much evidence

of hitting and slapping and marking

and bullying and hating

of children

my two children

over two years the courts and police

have let down my children

evil social workers make evidence

that suits a purpose that is neither truth nor justice nor decent

it is a story concocted

to take revenge

on someone they hate

for a toxic reason in their own heads

i’m a father isolated from his children

by evil social workers


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who simply hate fathers

and write lies and more lies

to make a father look bad to the courts and they know she was cruel

they know the evidence

but they hide it,

and instead make out a story

that never existed

and they don’t care

my children are hurting

they don’t care a bad mother

can abuse them as she likes

all they care about is that somebody type that they hate

is fucked over

so my children scream and bruise

and the social workers hide it in paperwork

so that the police and the judge

see a fable

this is mother’s day and an evil mother has the whip

and social workers let her whip

as hard and as much as she likes

happy mother’s day from social workers

Poem162. The Act of a Toxic life is your own eternal Judgement. .

the very act of existing

of having a life at all

of what you write in your own book

as your life

is your judgement

your very own judgement of yourself it is who you really are

and in this book

you, the evil social worker

have allowed abuses again and again and again

abuses of my precious beautiful little children

things you wouldn’t do

to your own children or your friends children

things you would be so frightened of

if the public could see you


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morally bankrupt

ethically bankrupt evil, hideously evil

charades of self acceptance

to hide the self’s toxicity

i am frozen in the livid handcuffed by tyrants

tortured by their servants

not to protect my crying children

not to comfort their fears

not to remove their terrors

Mr Chief Executive and all downwards

you all sit in your nice homes

looking after your own families

and let other families be abused

by your authority

What has happened here

and is happening still

right this very instant

is the judgement on you as a unique human

what you are doing now

echoes in your eternity

all your toxic doings

cannot but else be shared

through your embodiment through you, your toxic contribution

to the collective subconscious

into your own family

before your body finally rots in maggots just remember ..

- YOU failed

and

as your children finally find their own resting place

just remember - YOU FAILED THEM

A poem elucidating on the callous behaviour of those in authority who create

and/or allow the abuse of others in the authority of their care.

In this case, it's particular as well as in general.


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Poem163. Now I am older, I realise there was no goodness worth doing..

i am so so sorry

that I ever did a good deed

sorry

that I ever helped anybody sorry

that I created so many smiles

sorry

that I held so many hands

sorry i wiped so many tears

sorry

i stopped so many bleeding grazes

sorry

i gave so many words of comfort sorry

i gave food to so many hungry people

sorry

i gave money to distressed people

sorry

i worked so hard and so long sorry

i gave so much of my time for others

i am so sorry

because every act of goodness that i did for others

just helped them

to let my children be abused

it did my children no good

here, in England

the English holocaust is here

in Chester,

Cheshire,

England’s own holocaust

a place where you cannot protect your children

the police lock you up

for protecting your children

and then

the police put your children into harm,

to a mad mother

who had bloodied and bruised them

my terrified 3yr old child

pissed himself at every shout from her but the police locked him up with her

a mad mother

who spat in my daughter’s face


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while banging my daughter’s head off the floor

the police locked my daughter up with her.

the police got it wrong, and laughed in my face

the police couldn’t believe a woman could be bad

the police couldn’t believe a woman could bloody her child

the police couldn’t believe a woman could tell lies

and they laughed at me, and they stopped me protecting my children

stopped my desperate attempts

to rescue my precious beautiful little children.

previously, the social workers knew about her violence

they knew she bruised and screamed and threw about these little children

but all it took

was one lie from this vicious mother

that she now claimed she had been hit by her husband

and the toxic strata from the social workers blew open and the vile hags danced around the cauldron

and rubbed out the previous history

like magma covering truth

and creating a new landscape

where all men are evil

why was i so stupid

why did i give so much effort

how could i have been so blind

and the evil of social services their real behaviour,

not what they write down

but what they really do

you only see when it’s too late

after they’ve gagged and isolated you you’re like a cow

which suddenly sees the nail gun on its face

a social workers job is to destroy

destroy a family destroy it, by picking a side

that side they dislike

there is something toxic in themselves

that they hate so much

they want to destroy others for it and it is mostly men they hate

sibling rivalry, hated dad, hated uncle,

some hate men because pretty girls got the nice boys

so an evil woman gets the prizes of the house

gets the social kudos the opposite of her real self gets the children to poison with her toxicity


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to carry on the evil cycle again and again

assisted by evil social workers with their rubber stamp courts

and self protecting legal systems

to let them off with malice

while fucking up so many lives

so why, why, why

why did i fall for it

why oh why was i so stupid

it was all of us

the super apathetic society kept occupied and entertained by trinkets

while the evil eats it’s victims

quietly, all across society

evil was already throughout the system

like fungus and it’s spores already everywhere

in everybody’s minds and behaviour already

we are all made

to be fucked by them

a perpetual loop of fucking over people

and we are so so busy running in it

we don’t notice how it really works

we can’t see the secret exits

where the slaughtered are taken

by this dreadful machine it programmed me like a battery hen

to work relentlessly feeding it

and then it shits on me

covered in its filthy shit

that’s what social services

and the secret courts

are all about

they are the secret exit

where they shit and shit and shit and brush it away quietly

so the hens can go on working

following what this big social programming machine wants

and the judges aren’t wise, they just repeat

and the social workers are callously trained to repeat they are the ones

who actually like slaughtering

blood and guts and smelly entrails is their love

and that’s their daily diet.


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Poem164. Striped pyjamas.

The Holocaust In Chester, England.

i feel so down despondent

like death has taken all that’s precious

like all the cleaning in the morning after a big party

like the bit just after a close friend has just left

like you've not a friend in the world like when you walk away from that coffin in the new grave

that's what meetings with social services do to you

so much lies so little truth

they have the story ending already before they ever met you

and then they toy with you

destroying you, humiliating you

onwards to your horrid childless prison

you cry, you curl up your children know the truth

but social services keep them gagged

socially reprogramming them

turning them away from dad

and doing their best to paint him with poisen

so hard to believe they can do this so easily

so hard to believe they just gang up

and write old recipes the courts are used to

and tar and brush you for the court with professionals who cannot be challenged fairly

professionals who come back again and again

for easy blood money

my children

being slaughtered fleshy bonds ripped apart

comforting minds pumped with cyclone

and for what?

to keep toxic people employed

toxic people who hate men toxic people who hate fathers

toxic people who hate husbands

toxic people who hate brothers and uncles and cousins

it really is all driven by hate you see them making alliances very quickly

when they first get involved in a family

and so quickly it's easy to see who they hate


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and how they set up traps and roadsigns

its a huge revenge factory where toxic people fuck over others

who remind them of who they don't like

that's all it is

and they cleverly got it disguised

in the cleverest possible way because everybody hates child abuse

so they use that disguise

as they slaghter the thousands of people

that they hate..

i'm just a boy in striped pyjamas and your the boy outside the wire..

This was written after my precious beautiful daughter told me she was the girl

in the striped pyjamas while I was visiting her in a social services contact centre in England.

Poem165. Buried alive – by social services.

yet another coffin

yet another child

yet another parent yet another sibling

they bury you alive

while you are screaming and writhing

and no matter how much

your ripped off fingernails write help me on the coffin lid

no matter much your tears sting

no matter how much you cry or scream or vomit

they will bury you

social services bury you they get liar lawyers to put on your shroud

they get courts to shovel the soil on top of the coffin lid

those nice little clerks of the local authoritywrite your headstone

and they celebrate their witches dance

cackling about who they spat their revenge on

for these witches carry a hatred

for someone or something

that upset their own inner spoiled brat in its endevours

when an ego was so badly upset that it wanted revenge again and again and again

not only did these witches found a ready coven


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that is eager to help thrust that toxic hatred down the throats

of such helpless easy targets

they found a coven with powerful new spells

so as i lie here rotting

in my underground coffin

above the ground, they rot my children

and all is quiet

as you walk gently across the ground above putrifying remains

and put a donation into the box from social services

that says "save the children, we care".

Poem166. Justification

1.

justification, justification.......

always......

justification.....

ramification of their power.... over my children....

over me......

deceitful social services....

incompetent police...... horrible lawyers.....

their version.......

not my children's.....

not my version......

not reality...... their version.....

their club.....

they all know each other....

their version......

to meet .....

lawyers needs..... to meet deceitful requirements.....

morally bankrupt.....

to meet the needs of money

2.

but now....

there is a price.....

my nerves respond badly.... the pain.....

the fear.....

memories......


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of helplessness....

of sickening abuse....

my children... me......

it's not over.....

....

the bad people are still here......

.... CPSTD.....

they call it....

i call it hell.....

3.

my brain fire.....

my nerves.....

my CPTSD..... my hellish prison.....

my fire......

but i need to swim....

these deadly waters......

seeking safety..... for my children.....

4.

my big friend...... from the dark place....

the subconscious boiling....

trawling......

analysing ....

constructing.... almost a dance....

with annihilation.....

.......

i know it's power.....

i like it's power..... the monster....

from the deep.....

so many times.....

it helps......

5. Finale..

swim......

in burning ....

swim......


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Glossary.

Back to Poem1

de Beauvoir: Simone de Beauvoir was a major advocate of the feminist movement. Her

philosophy was that a women’s personality was made from her experiences and treatment as a woman, just as much as they were physically born female.

CAFCASS: is a government organisation that is supposed to looks after the interests of children involved in family proceedings. They have been heavily criticised in recent years

for making large numbers of bad errors. My own, and my children’s experience of them has been dreadful.

CPS. Crown Prosecution Service. The government body whose job it is convict as many

people as possible, innocent or guilty, to meet conviction targets.

Domestic Violence. Defined as abusive and violent behaviour encountered in the home

group. Domestic violence is not acceptable. Domestic abuse is not acceptable.

The governments answer is to attack the symptoms and not the causes. This will not work, and only propagates the problem.

The women’s movement in the last 40 years has created a huge amount of prejudice

against men. This is in stark opposition to Government statistics which show that violence from adults to children is predominately by women.

Domestic violence is not a gender problem. Domestic violence is about people carrying toxic behaviour, not about their gender. Violence from adults to adults is 2 women

victims to 1 male victim. The UK police, social services, probation and the whole legal system is grossly biased against men. You will not get a fair trial in a magistrates court

in the UK if you are a man accused of domestic violence. Evidence to defend yourself is deliberately limited by CPS to improve conviction rates. A senior barrister told me she

left the Crown Prosecution Service because too many people were wrongly convicted. I have my own experience of how dreadful and prejudiced the whole system is.

SS : (Schultztaffel) were the elite of the National Socialist Party in historical Germany. Deeply involved with social engineering by immoral means. They believed they were

improving mankind.

SS: - The Social services is a government organisation that conducts social engineering, much of it in an immoral way. They believe they are improving mankind, but the

statistics do not support this, in fact say the opposite. They have legal authority to interfere with families with little recourse, and this type of

work attracts and suits abusively inclined people (toxic mind syndrome with revenge

traits). They have been heavily criticised in recent years for making large numbers of bad errors, and that number of criticisms is growing.

My own, my children’s and other people that I know have had a very bad experience of them.

Triggering. People who are subject to trauma are frequently triggered by words, ideas,

pictures. This can be particularly stressful and disturbing for the person.

There are hundreds of news snippets that are exposing abusive social workers.

England’s children’s social care is a national disgrace and growing worse.

see below.


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By Christopher Booker 5:53PM BST 03 Aug 2013 Daily Telegraph UK.

It hardly needed Coventry’s senior MP to call for the resignation of the head of the city’s

children’s services to tell us that the awful death of little Daniel Pelka represents one of

the most glaring examples of a failure by our “child protection” system since the case of

Peter Connolly hit the headlines in 2008. The “Baby P” scandal is widely cited by the

authorities as the reason why, since April 2008, the number of applications to remove

children from their families in England and Wales has more than doubled, from 380 to

nearly 1,000 a month. The impression given is that our social workers have now become

doubly vigilant to ensure that such a horrifying series of blunders is never repeated.

This, however, is belied by the statistics that show that in the past three years, the

number of children removed from their families for “physical abuse” has actually fallen,

from 5,000 to 4,600. By far the biggest percentage increase, 56 per cent, has been in

children removed for “emotional abuse”. This includes that wonderfully vague excuse,

increasingly fashionable with social workers, of “the risk of emotional abuse”, meaning

that they don’t even have to show that children have been actually abused, merely that

there may be a possibility of this happening sometime in the future.

The real scandal, of course, is not just that social workers too often fail to act where a

child is being genuinely ill-treated, but that they are far too quick to seize children from

responsible parents for wholly inadequate reasons. The teachers at Daniel’s school

recorded abundant signs of how he was being neglected and physically harmed, without

any action being taken. But too often the situation is the very reverse, where teachers

misinterpret some remark made by a pupil and are then much too quick to call in social

services, with devastating results. Hence several such cases I have reported here, such

as the loving mother who lost both her children simply because a teacher overheard her

daughter saying, “My mother hit me”, when this was no more than a slap on the arm

with a roll of cling film, because the girl was not getting on with her homework.

Social workers love to defend themselves by saying, “We’re damned if we do and

damned if we don’t”. What they cannot understand is that in reality, both these things

can be true. They are at fault both in failing to intervene when it is justified, but equally

in being much too trigger-happy to intervene when no action is called for. The tragedy of

all this can be summed up in a phrase I coined years ago to describe what is going on

with our regulatory system in many different areas – that it is “taking a sledgehammer

to miss the nut”. Nowhere is this more obvious than in a system that tears thousands of

families apart for no good reason, while somehow managing at the same time to turn a

blind eye to all the evidence that children such as Daniel Pelka are being slowly tortured

to death.

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New family court guidelines won’t improve a rotten system for children: Lord Justice Munby's proposals won't change the fact that far too many

children are taken into care for no good reason

By Christopher Booker 6:51PM BST 27 Jul 2013

Excitable coverage was given last week to new draft guidelines issued by Sir James

Munby, the judge in charge of our family courts, which it was claimed would be a

groundbreaking move towards lifting the blanket of secrecy that has allowed our “child

protection” system to become such a national scandal. The welcome given to Lord

Justice Munby’s draft guidelines to answer “the charge that we have a system of secret

and unaccountable justice” – entitled “Transparency in the Family Courts (and Court of

Protection)” – came from two opposing directions. On one side, two newspapers

proclaimed it as a victory for their own campaigns to open up our family courts to

greater public scrutiny. On the other was one of the chief cheerleaders for the system,

Sir Martin Narey, now Michael Gove’s chief adviser on childcare, who wrote an article for

The Times, “Family courts don’t take enough children into care”. The new

“transparency”, he argued, would enable the public to see how desperately needed is the

vital work our courts and social workers are doing.

All Lord Justice Munby is proposing, however, is that all judgments in these cases should

be published, unless a judge finds “compelling reasons” otherwise. Just how confusing

his proposals are can be seen from comparing section 21, where he says that “public

authorities and expert witnesses should be named” in all published judgments, with

section 24, which says “no person other than advocates or solicitors instructing them

may be identified by name or location”. So, no naming of those “expert witnesses” or

local authorities.

Far more important than this seemingly glaring contradiction, however, is that all Lord

Justice Munby is saying is that the outside world should be allowed to see more

judgments – still entirely at the discretion of the judge. To anyone familiar with the

peculiar workings of these courts, this will leave 95 per cent of what is so shocking about

what goes on in them as secret as ever. Still completely hidden will be the way all the

normal rules of British justice can be suspended: as in allowing judges to accept

damning hearsay evidence, however absurd, without it being put to any proper test; as

in how parents whose children have been taken from them are too often not allowed to

challenge untruths or the tendentious opinions of “hired gun” psychologists, who may

not even be qualified; as in how too many parents find themselves facing the cruellest

ordeal of their lives being treated by judges and all present like criminals, without being

given any proper opportunity to plead their case.

Almost nothing of the ruthlessly enforced blanket of secrecy that has allowed our family

courts to become so corrupted will be affected in any way by Lord Justice Munby’s

proposals. Even the judgments he wants to see published cannot be properly understood

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by an outsider unaware of all that has gone on in the courtroom, and how what may well

be a shockingly one-sided and selective judgment was arrived at. In words I have

quoted before from a disillusioned family court barrister, who spent 10 years defending

in vain the right of hundreds of families to stay together, the system is so rigged against

the families that it is like “seeing lambs led to the slaughter”.

One of the more unfortunate consequences of the secrecy that hides the workings of this

system from public view is that it makes it so easy for its defenders, such as Sir Martin

Narey, formerly head of Barnardo’s, one of the largest beneficiaries of our lucrative

fostering and adoption industry, to claim, as he did again last week, that only in “a very

small minority” of cases are “children wrongly taken away by the authorities”. On the

contrary, all the evidence suggests to those who follow these matters closely, such as

John Hemming MP, of Justice for Families, or Ian Josephs, who advises thousands of

families through his Forced Adoption website, is that, since the number of children being

yearly taken into state care in England and Wales has soared to nearly 30,000, those

being removed from their families for no good reason now run into many thousands.

Sir Martin last week told BBC Radio 4’s Today programme that it was “a myth” that

“social workers and local authorities intervene unnecessarily to take children into care”.

He went on to say dismissively that this “myth” had arisen only through

“misunderstandings” over “attachment theory” (ie, that there is some kind of special

bond between children and their parents); over “the human rights of parents” (ie,

Articles 6, 8 and 10 of the Convention on Human Rights that guarantee “a fair trial”,

“respect for family life” and “freedom of speech”); and “the myth that care can make

things worse”.

Not the least terrifying feature of the system Sir Martin so blindly defends is the

mountain of evidence to show that children taken into care can too often be subjected to

physical and emotional abuse far worse than anything alleged against the parents from

whom they have been removed. Of course, where fostering and adoption are genuinely

necessary and work, they are admirable and can save children from a life of misery and

neglect. But too often the very reverse is the case. On the very day Sir Martin was being

deferentially interviewed by the Today programme, I received two more handwritten

letters, smuggled out to her family from her foster home, by a bright 13-year-old girl

who has now, for quite ridiculous reasons, been in state care for more than two years.

In one she wrote: “I miss you sooo much and I love you even more, I’m so sad and I

don’t want to live any more, I can’t take it any more, I have so many scars, I’m so

scared, Daddy, please help me! I’m so sorry I’m so scared. I should be brave!” In the

second letter she writes: “I’m so scared, my heart is shattered to pieces. I love you

infinity itself, and miss you infinity itself.” This is an articulate, utterly distraught girl,

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and who has been repeatedly refused her right under the UN Convention on the Rights of

the Child to put her own case to a court.

Her story is just a tiny part of the reality of what goes on behind that wall of secrecy that

our child-protection system has erected – way beyond anything it is authorised to do by

Parliament – not to protect the children, but simply to protect itself. Lord Justice Munby’s

guidelines will do not a jot or little to change it.

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Social services took my children. 10:30PM GMT 26 Feb 2011

Eileen Fairweather has investigated child care scandals for the past 20 years. But even

she was shocked by the way an increasingly Stalinist state has torn apart one woman’s

family.

A brilliant postgraduate recently asked me to attend a final care hearing in Britain’s

notoriously secret Family Courts. She feared that social services were about to wrongly

remove her children permanently from her care, and wanted a journalist to bear witness.

I specialise in investigating social services, but refused. I thought this mother had a

better chance of being reunited with her young children if she did nothing to provoke the

authorities.

I was wrong. In January, the High Court made her daughter and son (both under 12) the

subjects of a special guardianship order. They have now been placed with a distant

relative they barely know and, under Section 34 of the Children Act 1989, the mother

has been barred from contact until they are 18, on pain of imprisonment.

She has not been prosecuted for any kind of abuse, or committed any crime. She does

not drink, smoke or use drugs, and has no mental illness. Numerous high-flying

professional friends describe her as kind, stoical and a loving mother. However, her

children were taken from her owing to psychological vulnerability, during a period of

great stress. Social services concluded that this put them at risk of “significant harm”.

What does this tell us about modern Britain, and an arguably ever more Stalinist state?

Court-ordered reporting restrictions mean that I cannot use identifying details. Charlotte,

as I shall call her, was a former RAF cadet, law graduate and legal practitioner. After the

court decreed that she should never see her children again, she said: “My children were

deeply loved and privileged, and everything I lived for. I am trying not to remember

anything because of the deep pain it causes me. I cry constantly.”

Intelligence tests place Charlotte in Britain’s top nine per cent. But she was adventurous

and preferred the outdoors to offices: she had her own horse, skippered her first boat at

19, and later won a prestigious bursary enabling her to study for a vocational university

degree.

She was thrilled. But she was also a single parent (to Emily and Oliver; not their real

names) and struggled to cope at university. Charlotte moved to the town just before


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term began, with no nearby family or friends. Her ex-partner provided no support so she

bought a wrecked house cheaply at auction. Her nanny proved unsuitable, so she spent

hours driving between school, nursery and child-minder.

She was the only woman on her course. When a tutor postponed classes to the evening,

after the nursery closed, she accused him of sexual discrimination. Her combative

manner did not endear her. Her tutor accused her of “haughty” rudeness. She

apologised, but felt unwelcome on the course. Meanwhile, a cascade of events brought

her to the attention of social services.

Labour, in its dying days, used panic about child abuse to introduce continual monitoring

of families. All state employees in contact with children are now expected continually to

note and electronically pool their observations. The eight-page, 60-section Common

Assessment Framework (CAF) asks invasive questions: how a child feels about its

developing body; whether parents encourage cultural diversity; and if they work too

hard to play with children. Labour recommended CAFs for the 50 per cent of British

children it defined as “in need”.

Critics warned that this would produce a nation of snitches, and allow children to be

removed through the accumulation of subjective judgments and untested tittle-tattle.

Charlotte’s plight amply illustrates this. Just before her first term began, a librarian

expressed concern about Charlotte’s daughter being left in charge of her son. A police

officer called shortly afterwards about her nanny’s lost passport. He reported the home’s

poor condition, and an “unrelated male” on the premises (her builder).

A nursery worker noted that her son sometimes wore the same clothes as the day

before, and arrived in a wet nappy (Charlotte had no hot water yet, and their morning

journey took an hour). A teacher said that Charlotte’s queries about the quality of her

daughter’s school meals meant that she did not cook enough at home.

A multi-agency CAF assessment was recommended. The first professionals were

sympathetic. A health visitor in December 2008 described Charlotte “trying to juggle

child care, studying, building work. Extra stressed this week: problems at university –

timetable errors.”

Neither she nor the police saw any need for child protection, and a social worker

confirmed: “Charlotte shows warmth and affection... she also has a good relationship

with her health visitor and has acted on all advice given.”

Charlotte’s father’s died that Christmas. Her parents split up when she was tiny but she

still mourned him deeply. She soldiered on, gained top marks and bought her daughter a

pony. She wanted to provide a Swallows and Amazons childhood – she had roamed

freely on her bike and horse from a young age. But that was in a vanished Britain. She

could not understand why it was considered risky to let an older child temporarily mind a

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Grieving, isolated and exhausted, she asked the university medical centre for

counselling. No one agreed who had responsibility for this incomer, who had a local and

a university doctor. Ten months later, she was still not on a waiting list. On October 16

2009 she blurted out to her GP that sometimes she thought of suicide and taking her

children with her, rather than leave them motherless. She says now: “I deeply regret

that. My pain was acute, but I would never harm myself or my children. I had had

thoughts of hurting myself – images but not plans, what is called 'ideation’, but no

intent. I did not want to hurt myself so I was seeking help to deal with the images. I was

desperate to stay healthy for the sake of my children.”

Her doctor alerted social services: Charlotte needed “extra support”. But new child

protection procedures – over-cautious, inflexible and based on tick lists – mean that

parents needing practical help increasingly find their children wrongly classified as “at

risk” rather than “in need”. Adult and children’s social services have been separated,

there is almost no budget for the former and no longer a holistic approach to families: a

parent in need is often treated as a threat.

The council repeatedly sought to remove her children. They were initially deflected by a

psychiatrist and by police, who described happy and safe children. But a child protection

plan meeting found there was a “risk of neglect”.

By January Charlotte was so stressed that she feared she could no longer cope, and

made the mistake of telling social services. She thought it might secure support;

instead, every word was logged and used against her.

In February 2010, Cafcass – the Children and Family Court Advisory and Support Service

– was enlisted. Britain’s secret family courts primarily rely on its judgments. If a solitary

Cafcass guardian decides against a parent in a care or custody dispute, the parent is

powerless. The guardians are unaccountable.

The guardian recommended within days that Charlotte’s children be removed and

fostered. She was now allowed to see them only briefly once a fortnight at a “contact

centre”. Three watching social workers critically analysed everything the family said and

did.

On one occasion, she took her little boy to the lavatory. A male social worker ordered

her not to shut the door – he wanted to watch to ensure the child’s safety. She slammed

the door and was accused of assaulting the man.

Charlotte feared that the foster carer and Cafcass were asking her children increasingly

leading questions about abuse. “I remember one contact session,” she says, “when

Emily was crying and screaming, saying she wanted me and that I was not horrible to

her. I did slap her once. It has haunted me ever since. Then they said that I’d dropped

Oliver when I was feeding him and hit him round the head. It wasn’t true. I’d just told

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cheek to make him stop. And there is no medical or other evidence that I ever hurt

either child.

“The last time I saw them, Oliver became distressed and clung to me and made it very

clear he wanted to come home with me. I believe this is the reason the Cafcass guardian

claimed that she saw me pinch the children.”

Charlotte asked for further contact to be filmed, to protect her from further false

allegations. Social services refused. That was the last time she saw her children, on April

28.

She felt that whatever she said was distorted. So she tape-recorded a phone call – heard

by The Sunday Telegraph – asking why the guardian had removed her children. The

woman said she lacked “boundaries”: Charlotte was not adept enough at hiding stress.

On that basis, half Britain’s mothers might lose their children.

Cafcass commissioned a psychologist to evaluate Charlotte’s ability to parent her

children. The psychologist had qualified in 2005.

The psychologist’s conclusions were not favourable. Charlotte countered by gathering

dozens of letters of support. None of the witnesses were consulted or able to give

evidence in court. In May 2010, Charlotte applied for the right to appeal. A local

newspaper reported the court case: “Refuting the claims that she threatened to murder

her children and attacked the social worker as 'entirely false’, the mother agreed she had

been 'under great stress’.”

The court refused her permission to appeal. Charlotte was told she could write to her

children weekly. “But whatever I wrote they vetted and would not send. My last letter to

my daughter included memories of a day that was very special to her because she and

her friends took the ponies swimming in the river. I was told off for being insufficiently

'upbeat’ and 'too emotive’.”

She then arranged for an assessment of her mental health by an experienced

psychologist, who recommended a short course of therapy, family assessment and a

gradual reunification with her children, but his advice was not taken.

Charlotte could no longer concentrate on anything save fighting for her children. She

dropped out of her university course, lost her bursary – and her home. She discovered

that spending on family proceedings and Cafcass has hugely increased. “Since 2008 [and

Baby P], 2,000 more children are being taken by councils each year. Most councils

confirm that they spend little, if anything, on residential family assessments – which

case law says is mandatory to meet Article 6 of the Human Rights Convention.”

Charlotte fell apart after the final court decision over her children. “I cannot think of a

way out. I have trapped myself inside a room just staring into a computer screen for

eight months now because I cannot face the reality of my situation.”

The court order bars her from going within half a mile of her children’s new residence or

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“My case is a perfect example of how social services can literally take any child because

there is no route of redress and no requirement for any real evidence. The courts are

just there to rubber stamp whatever Cafcass recommends. There are no standards or

safeguards. Any parent accused of abuse or neglect should be allowed a second,

independent opinion.

“Every detail of my life has been analysed and distorted. I have been accused of

enduring mental health problems simply because I left home young and for a time did

not have a good relationship with my mother. I only went through normal ups and

downs. But, although I briefly suffered a couple of times from depression, I was never

hospitalised or medicated. I begged for my children to give evidence, a recorded contact

session and a residential assessment. But everything was refused.”

I have investigated child care scandals for two decades, and am used to people

contacting me with sob stories about “wicked” social services who turn out to be mad,

bad or both. But Charlotte struck me as sane, decent and bright. I listened to her and

talked to people who knew her case and concluded that a terrible injustice has been

inflicted on her and her children.

The case against her seems a patchwork of trivial concerns, twisted together to reflect

her in the worst possible light. How and why can such a thing happen? Some critics

claim that children are being whisked into care to meet government targets for adoption.

Conspiracy theorists talk of children being removed in order to supply paedophile or

even satanic abuse rings.

Charlotte probably didn’t help her case by, in her despair, turning to this rag-bag

movement and echoing some of their wilder claims on the internet and in her dealings

with social services, who saw this as further proof of her instability. Yet many child care

scandals have indeed revealed the presence of sex-offenders within the system: I myself

exposed the shocking Islington children’s homes scandal in the Nineties. (Independent

inquiries later confirmed that every one of the borough’s 12 homes included abusers,

drug pushers or otherwise suspect staff.)

But just as often, it seems to me, injustices take place owing to human error – and

moral laziness. At some point one key person decides to follow just one direction – the

“bad mother” line – and every other professional falls into step.

Several factors, however, made Charlotte vulnerable to interference by the authorities.

She was a bright, loving middle-class mother – often the easiest kind for social workers

to deal with. She was no feckless, promiscuous single mother living off benefits. She was

self-sufficient, Christian and celibate, and extraordinarily hard-working. She organised

different activities every day for her children, fed them wholesome home-made food. But

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Her parents’ marriage broke up owing to her father’s drinking. Charlotte’s mother had to

work hard to raise her children alone, and her feisty daughter admits that she became

difficult in her teens. This culminated in her taking an overdose.

This may have weighed against her. “But,” she asks, “how many moody teenagers make

half-hearted attempts like mine? I have sometimes struggled with depression,

particularly after my father died, and I asked for help, but I never imagined it could be

used against me like this.”

The earliest professionals involved with Charlotte’s case warmly backed her: she was a

good mother doing her best. But the determination of the Cafcass worker to remove the

children coloured everyone’s view. The course was set and no one dared challenge it.

Charlotte is now considering taking her case to Europe or even going on hunger strike.

“That may seem crazy but legal action takes years and I don’t know what else I can do.

The grief of losing your children is too much to bear.”

Finale comment.

Mankind has always created nasty authoritarian groups throughout its history. Social services are just another one.

God help your children and you if you become subject to social services.

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