Get out of bed, duvet death thereof

Cold night, beauty day out there. Holy crap, it’s almost midday and I really should be out of bed doing something at least… One more car renovation show, then will get into vertical mode and out the door. Promise…

Been spending a great amount of time and money on these feral cats. Crazy Cat Fiend. Hey, well, someone has to do it.

WHEN THE SPCA SAYS “RING EXTERMINATOR AND PUT THEM DOWN AT YOUR OWN COST” you have to wonder if the old CCDHB buildings they are in have infected their mindset

Society For Prevention of Cruelty to Animals my arse.

So, Gareth Morgan, I am dealing with these feral cats for you. 

It’s rewarding actually.


But really should get out of bed. So much to do, so little giving a shit about it all.

Snowballing mental health appears to show itself in how many cats you have.

What came first? The crazy or the cats?


Just do it. No matter who. DO THIS NOW

AMERICAS WAR ON DRUGS and CIA bullshit. Yet, like the wat on terror, New Zealand and other  countries sign up like sheep causing same jail and social issues.


Go figure.


Watch the link. Discuss.

Community Work

Picking up a little rubbish once a week gets you out the house when on home detention ankle bracelet.

It also introduces you to problematic acquaintances…

A little like people going to N.A or rehab for the wrong reasons.

Still, no choice. ON with it.


Life goes up, down, somewhat sideways. Appearing to be circles, actually spirals. Upwards, downwards, somewhat sideways.

In the here and the now, just do it.

Diagnosing Tesla as someone similar to yourself is not narcissistic.

Meanwhile, life on an ankle bracelet sucks arse. Better of in jail in a lot of respects – socialising being chief. Us humans rarely thrive in isolation. Being excluded results in all manner of shit storm. Addiction and further disengaging from society being chief.

Us humans really thrive by being on the same wavelengths.

Tesla was ahead of his time.

Just wish he’d applied some of his science to individual humanity.

That is all for now…

Burning leg off not recommended way of removing bracelet…

Far be it me to exaggerate, of course… Until burning my lower leg whilst attempting to melt alloy in the coal fired home made hot hot melty machine the thought of third degree burns in order to get out of bracelet for a few days had not occurred.
Now it has…

NZ Department Of Corrections reducing re offending by 2020. Yeah, right…

MY SISTER’S BIRTHDAY… Not being so happy after all. Somewhat, bad sadly nonetheless, predictably the NZ Department Of Coercions has denied me the opportunity to attend my old mates funeral Monday lunchtime. 

“Not enough time to arrange ankle bracelet change” is the excuse. Guy died on Thursday. Found out funeral date Friday, got refusal during home visit on my dead sister’s birthday this morning.

The probation officer JT was “oh, so very sorry”about this, as he stunk out my house having obviously had a previous engagement at a chemical factory producing very obnoxious and superbly copious amounts of male perfume…

Just when you get sick of fighting, something reminds you why you bother in the first place.

Am I faulty in thinking that if the world, the system, your friends, show you a little compassion, respect or belief that you feel less alienated or dissociated from society at large and will, inevitably, stand a better chance of fitting in? 

With support and beneficial relationships this is easy.

With friends who all share their problems, but know none of yours… With dictatorship style systems and processes too busy covering their own arses on a small scale to notice they are losing the bigger picture. 

With that the system fails, but capitalism wins. 


Not being allowed to your old best friends funeral may not seem like a big deal to you. 

To me, it seems no big deal to spend fifteen minutes on paperwork allowing me to attend a funeral of a guy I have known and grown up with for fourty years.

Fuck the system. Fuck the Police. Fuck capitalism.

You all almost won. I am far from the only one suffering similar seemingly vindictive treatment time and time again.

I am far from the only one really struggling to do the right things for victims, friends, family and society.

I am far from only one failing miserably.

Wish I could help you all.

That is not my Department.

Happy Your Birthday to Us….

Kate, my sister. HAPPY YOUR BIRTHDAY TO ME. TO Us.

She died. Lung cancer. Three years, or is it four now? Time stands still in limbo land. That feeble divide between being a good enough dad, but never being allowed to see your kid for no good reason. 
But this is not about me. Nor is it about the pathetic family court system and corrupt judges.
It is a happy birthday wish to us all.
Even though one of my best mates as a kid died despite bone marrow swaps going well fourty eight hours ago.
Not without noticing co incidences a plenty as he was in same room at Ccdhb cancer area…
His funeral on Monday. And the powers that be, CORRECTIONS, JUSTICE, POLICE are doing their best to prevent my attendance.
They are slowly kicking the fight out of me.
For I am becoming selfish. And therefore avoiding pain.
Happy and relaxing day to us.