You think this is about whether or not I'm mentally ill or not, but I think it is about power, and the fact that controlling me is just a means to an end, and not related to the issues at all. The issues being the facts, and one of these being human rights and whether the Treaty of Waitangi guarantees legal and human rights, for maori as well as white people. To the mentaly Health system, I'm just a client, and three or four people can justify their salaries by having me as a client, while I get nothing from it and still have to survive on $12,000 a year. As a nutter I have no credibility, so nobody has to take me seriously or listen to me.
Even if I was on medication it would not stop me writing about the international finantial situation. It wouldn't stop Bill English getting my letters, and it wouldn't stop him reading them and replying to me, so it would be pointless. He has already written to me more than once, and he appears to have no problem with understanding the points I am making about the economy and interest rates. Being on medication simply would change me, and I have been the way I am since High School, and I didn't make it into 3L1 at Hamilton Boy's High by being a moron. In fact they tested my IQ at primary school in a national system of testing and it came out at 147 out of 150, and Will Pendergrast who I only met in 1972 and shared a flat with at High School came in with 8 points lower at 139. When I didn't do well in the third form, they had the Education Department Psycholigist retest me and he told me I scored "some of the best test results" he had ever seen, but he didn't tell me the result. I only found out when I went to Te Puke and stole a copy of the report from careers advisor Jack Gemmings office that I had scored "borderline bright to gifted" and had scored 167 as an IQ, and that they blamed my father for being unable to relate to me as beiing the cause of my problems. In fact he was smarter than they thought even if he didn't get much past primary school. I think it was mainly because I didn't have any interest in Latin and French because I only need to communicate in one language, and couldn't appreciate my maths teacher who I had for three years in a row. There were no behavioural problems, no undue fighting, being unable to get along with peers or anything. I wanted to be an architect, and was only interested in English, Science and Art, and would have gone on to University if Will hadn't started poisoning me by putting strichnine in my porrige. It was the only food in our flat we didn't share. I only found out about it when I donated blood in 1973, and came back with hepatitus and near liver failure. In fact I was as sick as a dog. They said it was hepatitus C. I know nobody believes me on this, but I know, and I know he used to go over to the neighbours and shit on their doorstep. When I was working at Eastpack in 2011 I saw him and his girlfriend one night in the supermarket on the way to work. I think I heard on the radio that she is currently missing.
The lawyer in court on January 17th said I am an eccentric, which is a legal term, and the Judge agreed and said I could not be detained or forced to take medication for this because I am clearly able to look after myself, and I am not a threat either to myself or other people. I think of eccentric people as nutters, and I do not see myself as a mad man, but I understand that some gifted people are quirky, however I don't see myself as different from my classmates in 1969, even though some undoubetly settled for mundane jobs, and I never achieved either my mother's goal for me of being a doctor, or mine of becoming an architect. I'm happy being a computer programmer and an artist, although I have not gained recognition for either. I should be earning well over one million dollars an hour, even well over 10 million an hour, and I can easily justify this and wii achieve it.
I'm sorry the politicians are not listening to the courts and are going on their own way regardless.