NZ HERALD shares Multi millionaire business guy gets caught with four grams of good old fashioned cocaine, gets name suppression made permanent, gets a small fine, almost zero percent of his net worth…. Meanwhile people like me go to jail for taking a couple of painkillers to get on with everyday life.

Fuck you NZ Justice. YOU OFFICIALLY SUCK. 

Highlighting the gap between the haves and the have knots has never been simpler.

This wanker got caught with FOUR OUNCES (over 100 grams) of pure cocaine and gets fined the equivalent of 0.0001% of his income.

The drug law in New Zealand is garbage. And, although pushed on us by Henry Anslinger followers after the bullshit prohibition on alcohol went west, must be adhered to.

If you, or dare I say it, I, were found with an amount of cocaine large enough to fall into the category of DRUG DEALING, we would be going to jail, no question. Along the way we would not get our names permanently hidden from public scrutiny.

New Zealand “JUSTICE”

Fucken UNJUST.


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…

John Oliver VS Capitalism and Addiction

Remember FOX NEWS said “BUSH HAS WON THE ELECTION” so all the other news outfits started doing it so as to not be behind, or miss the scoop. The thing is – BUSH DIDN’T WIN. He lost – but the other guy, hearing that he had lost, threw in his towel and conceded, at which point he was fucked. Don’t forget FOX news was run by one of the Bush family at the time…..

Anyway, slightly off the topic, but when have you ever criticised me for being on topic to start with..?..

We need more honest proper journalism and independent investigative journalists. Nowadays you can spot errors in about every single story on every page of every newspaper. Main TV news seems to be more and more like the internet news of old every day.

And therein lies the problem.

People want cute cats, death and mayhem.

The mass public will not sit through a thirty minute story showing both sides of an argument properly… 110km/h on highways kills people.. Boy racers are all druggies with bald tyres. Cute cat.

John Oliver Does Drugs

Sorry about taking some saturation out of your overly coloured American TV face John old Boy…

And then there is JOHN OLIVER. 

He did his usual fifteen minute of TRUMP BASHING, and to his credit he manages to keep this fresh and interesting each week – or maybe it is just due to the fact Trumpt comes up with so much shit each week he is simply too easy, and then progressed to do an opinion piece on the state of addiction in the good ol’ U S of A.

Not a bad effort… Other than he took great pains to ridicule the term “pseudo addict“.

A term I hadn’t heard of. A term which sounds, on the surface, to be total bullshit.

Good on you John, you are the man.

In the context of a drug company trying to show the world it’s drugs are not the cause of addicts problems, it possibly is bullshit. More than possibly even. Plausible denial anyone?

But wait — There’s more…

(yeah, yeah – you guessed it…. Unca Fiendipoo has a spanner. And a good throwing arm.)

Start scratching under the surface (or maybe just start scratching depending how much of an addict you really are) the theory is quite sound. It may come from the mouth of a pseudo scientist, but someone who exhibits addictive drug seeking behaviour may be no more of a problematic addict than you or I (queue Americans favourite laughing track – the auto chuckle)… 

Fiend says –
“Pseudo addict” may just have a place in this debate on how to deal with the problems of addiction in capitalist environments.

Let us just say… Just for debates sake… 

If I am in pain (me? never…) and need a few opiates to coach my kids football team, I go to the doctor. The doctors glasses slide down his nose and he looks at me sideways. No matter how much they know about my pain, my back, my lifestyle, my parenting or my need to participate in life on terms agreeable to me, the maker and the pharmaceutical companies – the doctor will always look at “addict” potential first and my quality of life second.

Purdue, we have a problem.

And, by the sounds of this John Oliver thing, so do hundreds of thousands of Americans.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I have not gone all soft in my old age. Americans can all go still fuck right off and suck Clintons dick / clit dry as far as I am concerned.

However, I feel for the pain and the difficulties the poor people who are controlled by the whim of the pen. On a good day the doctor will write. On a bad day, the doctor wont. The days are not so much swayed good or bad by his kid playing well at football — more the pressures put on him by media, drug companies capitalistic ways and the controlling bodies antiquated views of addiction.

This week John Oliver has told the world the drug companies are confusing the doctors. They obviously need to play with their own product some more.

John Oliver. Take time to read GLOBALIZATION OF ADDICTION.

Or, since no one has an attention span any longer than a thirty second sound byte (I know – I am ADHD super hero number 666) …

Dear John @iamjohnoliver

please look up Dr. Gabor Maté  on YOUTUBE.

Thank you, and goodnight.

John seems to have pitted himself against capitalism AND addiction. The first time anyone in history has managed this. A little like … hell … cannot quite work out what it’s like.

Maybe I am very much every inch totally drug fucked as the idiots at Wellington Addiction Services would tell you.

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.