I continue to receive mail in the name of Mr A Ryan. I also received a copy of a letter signed by Steven Baker of Soho Housing Association. The letter states six bare-faced lies about me. Although it is addressed to me, it is obviously really intended to be read by the other agencies it is copied to and to portray me yet again as insane, incompetent and unworthy to hold a tenancy. From this I deduce that Soho Housing Association and its cohort of bent policemen and crooked council officials are once again hatching a plot to harass me out of my tenancy. I will say more about Steven Baker of Soho Housing Association, in my next post.
They are likely to succeed in getting rid of me eventually, because they spend the rent money on highly competent lawyers, whereas the rent payers can only afford special bad lawyers for poor people.
There is no escape from the malevolence of Soho Housing Association.
It is reasonable, in the circumstances, to ask why I do not take my own advice and look for another landlord. There are many reasons why I should not do that, but the main reason is:
The sad truth is that there is no escape from the malevolence of Soho Housing Association and my only hope of any alleviation of my circumstances is to remain exactly where I am for as long as I can.
The reason there is no escape from the malevolence of Soho Housing Association is that, as I have learned from the Police Complaints Commission, a police section to a mental hospital is recorded as an arrest. This explains why most police officers I have met, prefer to fit people up for the mental hospital, rather than chase criminals, as it is quicker, safer and less trouble to lock up innocent people and the arrest total will be the same.
This means that when Soho Housing Association caused me to be abducted and imprisoned in the insane asylum, it thereby ensured that I would be on the police database for the rest of my life. Presumably this is why they felt they needed to break into my flat and remove me under section, rather than extend a civilised invitation, which I could accept or decline.
My police record, courtesy of Soho Housing Association, follows me wherever I go, including internationally. This has been proved repeatedly, whenever I have left home for days, weeks or months. Wherever I go in the world, there is a police reception waiting for me, when I arrive.
It may be just one police helicopter, circling in the sky above, but there have also been occasions when the local police have rushed to the spot, sirens blaring, only to wander around aimlessly when they arrive, as there is actually nothing for them to do. But they always make sure that I am minutely monitored while I am in their area, using the TETRA equipment with which they are supplied. This TETRA equipment is so intrusive and unnatural that its use constitutes a form of torture.
Naturally the police are happy to use this TETRA torture on me and thousands like me, but their joy may be short-lived as, according to Dr Barry Trower, the police officers who use it are now all getting cancer.
But, there is no need for me to leave the country, or even my area, to be aware of the constant surveillance I am under. I have only to go into any department store. I can expect to be met there by solicitous enquiries after my (mental) health, the staff having been warned by “security”, that a well known nutcase was about to enter the building. And “security” makes sure I leave the shop as soon as possible, keeping a close eye on me, all the time I am there.