To and about the local 4chan/8chan etc users who target me

To others: why do I frame it this loosely? There are many of these online message boards onto which anyone can post, anonymously, and whip up hate.

I don’t know anyone in Portsmouth, at all, and nobody in Portsmouth knows me. Besides thinking that I had a deranged stalker on my tale I also thought, for a while, that I was being targeted from pubs – one in particular, as it was once mentioned to me, in a sudden invitation from someone to come over and it had something to do with something political going on in town and this pub happens to be in the area from which I am being targeted and because I know another pub from where someone else was being targeted – and people’s living rooms. That probably is true.

But a lot of this stuff is organised online. Hate against random people is whipped up anonymously on these 4chan and 8chan and other online message boards, usually on the basis of completely made-up bullshit (just like a lot of hate in English communities is often whipped up on the basis of alcohol-fueled bullshit made up in pubs on Friday night).

So, you lot.

I am not allowed to do ANYTHING whatsoever because I am a cunttard or whatever you folks call women?

I am supposed to BEG you white local males who are so young that you are still wet behind your ears – with amniotic fluid – for money?

Ha. Think again.

The bombardment with sexual imagery and word plays that you subjected me to, including the container you cut up on my kitchen counter here so that it resembled female genitalia in your mind and the carved peach you threw onto my secluded patio back when I was still living in Southsea. I now know which of the tenants above me was responsible for that, namely that young guy who sat there outside looking extremely sheepish one day. He fits the demographic that I have run into time and time again since then. This particular guy is in his thirties now, but busloads of roughly 20-year-olds keep taking his place here in town, get fed the same hateful bullshit and whipped up into the same hate against me.

To others… Did you know that a “wizard” is a male virgin of over 30 years old? And “femoid” as well as “succubus” (demons-like creature) stands for “woman”. (And “roastie”, see below.)

Oh, and I guess I was LARPed again a week ago…

Acronym for Live Action Role Playing. In incel communities it is used to describe someone pretending to be someone they are not.

There is also something about water bottles, btw. Here locally, I mean. I don’t know yet what it stands for. Water bottles play a role in Minecraft, but that’s as far as I have gotten at this point (right now) and I can’t find any local meaning in that magic potion connotation. (Okay, it is intended to “give someone the finger”? Used to jam into someone’s anus.

I’ve been running into them for a while… Can’t help but wonder what they stand for, but I had not looked into this yet. Now I know.

roastie = “A term used for a woman, commonly a thot or slut, who has slept around so much, her vagina is so loose and used up, it is claimed to look like roast beef.”

To incels, of course, all women are roasties, too.

Yes, indeed!

Roasties is sexist slang used by incels and others in the male internet culture for sexually active women—or really just women in general.”

So, THIS is why some women started having surgeries that made their genitals look like (literally) babies’ or small children’s? I used to worry that it was related to child abuse.

Here’s another one that you need to be aware of:

“To run train (or run a train) refers to when multiple men have sex with a woman one after the other, with or without consent.”

(“Outside of sex, to run train on something can mean “to dominate” it,
as in a sporting event or video game, or to do something
energetically and thoroughly, as in to run train on an exam.”)

Also watch the video in this article and read the article:

“As a woman, you’re a secretary, mother, baby sitter, but never an equal.”

“The guys were bragging about how they like to smack their women to humiliate them.”

She also talks about burning books about Jewish people, at parties in New York.

Full-on, to the death. My death. Why?

It’s a full-on, to the death, war that elements in Portsmouth unleashed on me, all these years ago, when I was still in my forties.


The aim of this is and has always been my death. No more. No less. Nothing else.

But why??? Why?

Where does this immense hate stem from?

(Added later: Is it really just a stupid game in which I am not a real human being? See my later post about Twitch. I’ve in the past sometimes felt like I was in someone’s James Bond scenario.)

So what is 4chan? And how does this relate to Portsmouth? (Local leaders, watch this.)

Local leaders, watch these videos. (And step into the shoes of the rest of Portsmouth, the people who aren’t watering lilies and roses and daffodils and mowing lawns and growing orchids and doing needlepoint and knitting and crocheting and eating very very well.)

That is, you should also check out these links:

Here are links to highly explanatory pages about how this bizarre bullshit works: WikipediaCNETThe IndependentBuzzFeedThe IndependentTimeWikipediaWikipedia. It just so happens that I’ve said a few times that I am highly critical of this movement, too. They are nowhere near the benevolent force for good that some people mistake them for (more in The Guardian). Here is another recent story:

And, oh yeah, I’d forgotten, but yes, they also targeted an 11-year-old child some years ago.

There are so many people in Portsmouth who feel like that, what this guy in this video below describes, like they’re worthless and have no future.

The shit they pull all over town, including the massive fights, that’s the only way for them to feel that they matter, that they have some significance.

I hate, therefore I exist. I fight, therefore I exist.

No, of course, this is not all related to 4chan. But looking at 4chan shows you how some of this shit in Portsmouth comes about. Portsmouth is extremely insular, for which it is well known. It’s actually a lot like 4chan in itself, isn’t it? Whether these folks use 4chan’s messaging boards or not…

After the riots in England in 2011, young people who were part of that said that this sort of stuff could be prevented by giving them something useful to do and they mentioned things like… sports facilities.

These are people who feel they have no lives, in other words. They are desperate for a sense of significance and for something useful to do.

Yeah, this clicks with what I have been experiencing.

These are people who have no idea of how academia works, how immensely competitive it is, let alone of what scientists do, and have no idea either as to why many of my clients want(ed) confidentiality from me instead of seeing me being hacked to pieces, and they thought that me having supplied certain services to a certain large international organisation when I was still based in Amsterdam was certainly bullshit. (The latter two things may explain what seems to have been one of their most recent stupid ploys and these ploys increasingly often cost me money, not just in terms of missed income but also in terms of expenses.)

And so on and so forth.

These are also often people who believe that all women are literally essentially brain-dead. Because that’s what they get told all the time, so often, and tell each other, so often, that they end up believing it.

Note: “UTV from Kent, UK”

Yep, certainly watch that one about the Philmarillion too!

I have recently run into this OK hand sign as mentioned in this 2019 CNN video, but I had no idea that it stood for white supremacy/nationalism crap. I did wonder what it was about and I assumed that it was sexual in nature, but the context did not seem to fit. It was not targeted at me, I think; I probably saw it in passing in a video or on Twitter or perhaps someone’s arrest photo in a news article.

These forums prime people for hate, aggression and violence, and if some of these folks say that they only post hate as some kind of joke – which I do understand because their idea, in that case, is to ridicule this hate – they’re still encouraging hate, aggression and violence. Because they make hate as matter-of-fact as cornflakes or baked beans to everyone who consumes what they post. The thresholds to it disappear.

And yes, 8chan moved to 8kun, so I understand (and “kun” may stand for “young males”) and the 8 as you can see stands for “infinity” but I have no idea why. I have no idea what the 4 in 4chan stands for either.

So I looked into it. Turns out that 4chan was supposed to mimic a Japanese message board that was dubbed 2chan, for “two leaf” (likely some Japanese symbolism?). Hence the four leaves for 4chan. Infinity may stand for anything goes? No, for Infinity software.

Ha ha

How COLD this phone is when people aren’t fucking around in it! I have gotten so used to it being warm all the time and often being really hot.

(But make no mistake, these hate-fuelled and hate-spewing 4chan and 8chan creeps aren’t gone yet. They also operate IRL and there was overnight crap.)

Also… turns out that some of my incoming calls were being forwarded to an unknown 078 number.

Making water companies comply with discharge regulations

That’s only going to work if an independent regulator is willing and ready to step in and take over, for example by appointing other companies. Maybe like what happens when a company goes into administration. The monopoly that the water companies have means that they can afford to ignore regulations and just pay the fines. They have a lot of power because they know that nobody is going to shut them down.

You see something similar with the UK government. It considers itself not bound by legislation and above the courts.

My two disabled computers

Just before Easter, both my computers were put out of action in retaliation for not keeping my mouth shut about what has been going on locally (the shit coming from local 4chan folks etc).

This sort of thing had happened before.

I removed the batteries and all that to clear any possible shit that way but I had noticed over the years that there is always too much space on my harddisks that I can’t access and for which there’s no reason.

No legitimate reason, that is.

The same people who pick my locks can also simply plug a USB stick into my computers and start them up to do all sorts of shit to them.

Any OS that I download doesn’t have to be clean either, of course, as it may well be provided by these local 4chan and 8chan jokers.

Yesterday, I was suddenly able to reinstall my old OS and that struck me as highly suspicious. With good reason, as it turns out.

I’ll see what I can do.

Portsmouth essentially is one big Mafia organisation. Portsea Island is like Sicily, perhaps? I’ve never been to Sicily.

I know what is in that locked-off bit of HD.

Not having access to clean machines SUCKS! I am not aware of even one clean computer in Portsmouth at the moment. Not one.

(I knew of one, but the pandemic has made it disappear. In the second half of 2016, I discovered 3 that had not been hacked into yet; they then soon were, too, because someone figured out where I had managed to apply for JSA.)

Installed a different OS, which I first tried two days ago, after I had managed to get it to install via accessing and preparing the harddisk first via another portable OS first. (Yesterday afternoon, I tried my old OS, but that did not leave me happy.) But two days ago, I could update the current one after installation. Now I am told “page not found”.

This time, I had about 17 Gig acting up during the prep, but the second OS seemed to install fine… and I seemed to have the entire hard disk available. So that‘s likely not it.

What this may be is a joker at a provider blocking my access to the updates. Or maybe I made a mistake somewhere. (I did one thing differently. Who knows.)

Whatever it is, I will sort it out.

9.06pm: Yep, nope, the computer won’t connect to updates. This is linked to me having lost the internet connection after I called the police yesterday evening and with private DNS.

I noticed some time ago that the latter was getting messed with and already years ago, messing with my DNS settings was how I ended up on someone else’s network, after which I had open ports when I finally managed to get myself off that person’s network.

So yes, the 4chan/8chan folks are still at it.

What is so immensely mean about it is that they first plunge you into the deepest poverty so that you can no longer defend yourself against these criminals.

Then they make sure that you stay in that poverty and can’t make a dime and can’t move away either… 100% access and control.


9:26pm: my phone had been really got for a long time until I typed this bit. Conclusion: hacker wasn’t sure that he had really blocked off this bit of internet access?

Most of this hacking shit tends to coincide with someone else’s presence in this building, just like a lot of other stuff. I’m sure it is merely all a coincidence, each instance of this.

But in a town as hateful towards women as Portsmouth, everyone is okay with this immensely vile shit.

yep, he is back and my phone is getting hot again

What do I do with this? Kill the guy? I may have to. No other options left.

Full on war

Yesterday evening, I called the police, to make a brief statement. I have zero faith in the police.

Shortly after that, my phone was completely offline.

This morning, it would not even update time.

Resetting the network settings remedied that but the problems are far from solved.

I am in a full on war situation and have been since I first visited Portsmouth.

No more.

It’s not an unhinged stalker.

It’s a full on war with (mostly but not exclusively based in Portsmouth) 4chan and 8chan types.

And they seem to call themselves “Google”.

No more abuse. Ever.

I am done with this bullshit.

I just found a ton more vicious local abuse.

A “prank” (scam)? Or another coercive control ploy? Whatever…

I am not having it.

I am having none of it. Not one tiny morsel of it.

Being me is not a crime. Targeting me for who I am is (even though that makes no difference in real life). I do not have to put up with it, though.

Fuck this vile shit.


4chan? 8chan? What’s that?

Search the web!

Yes, folks.

I’ve said it before, more or less jokingly. Didn’t really think that it could really be the case, I suppose. Because it would be so utterly stupid.

But I’ve been highly critical of this movement, too. For years. They are nowhere near the benevolent force for good that some people mistake them for.

These are folks who want to be feared.

It’s not an organisation, either. It’s not organised, at all. It’s a very loosely connected mass movement of people who hang out not only online but offline as well.

There are good people in it and there are bad people in it and they sometimes carry out good things but they are also into a lot of really bad sinister shit. I consider them as being mostly about hate. Dumb blind hate.

It explains why over the years I have gotten so many different explanations for what’s been going on, including that it was my business name that had brought this upon me.

It explains it all. Everything.

Every aspect of it.

(Phone gets hot again.)

About a month ago, someone who is tied into this shit too, one way or another, mentioned them. As the solution to my problem. But in a really off way.

Here’s the thing.

This had happened before.

It also explains why years ago, I was suddenly told “You’re actually a really nice woman” after which I thought “No shit, Sherlock!” but that the hate against me continued relentlessly nevertheless.

That’s because that particular person may well have stopped hassling me from that point onward but everyone else continued.

It explains why a Dutch IT person or hacker or whatever suddenly sent me a computer drawing of a train platform with a retractable ramp for users of wheelchairs and mobility scooters. Came completely out of nowhere. It seemed to be intended to be helpful.

An artwork of dark and light? I’ll say! More dark than light, though. A lot more dark. And more fingers and penises than brain cells?

It explains it all. Everything. Every goddamn aspect of it, of what’s been happening to me, the vicious shit that has been done to me, and why I don’t seem to be able to get rid of this stuff no matter where I go.

Consider this: I didn’t actually know anyone in England! So how else could I have drawn this to me? Why else did I also get really bizarre things in my life like being invited to online professional networks where I then receive lots of messages… For example from… babies. The kind that is literally in diapers.

It may even explain that when I wanted to install OpenBSD, trying to get around the non-stop interference, none of the books about UNIX were on their shelf at the public library, but they had not been checked out. It explains why any OS or anything else I download is potentially already tainted.

In my opinion, what Anonymous does is mostly malicious. They don’t want to be seen as doing good, they want to be seen as powerful, a force to be reckoned with and to be feared.

“anything goes”

The so-called good that they do is too often about attacking things and people on the basis of rumours, without any due diligence, and with very little consideration for possible consequences.

Think attacking a nuclear power plant on a whim because they don’t like the woman – or country – that runs it, wanting to make her – or it – look bad or just put the power plant out of action.

Plant explodes, doing a great deal of damage to several countries. This sort of dumb shit. Oops.

No, they have not literally done this yet, but they’ve done similar stupid shit. Oops, wrong person. Oops, it wasn’t all quite what we thought was going on. Oops, wrong country whose government websites we put out of action. Or right country but the problem isn’t actually its government. Oops.

These are also lots of neonazi’s, QAnon folks and so on in this movement. Incels, too. All thrown together with no real coordinator. Just drivers, gas pedals and fingers.

They’re an uncoordinated crowd. Of people who work at banks, internet providers, power companies and so on and so forth.

And apparently this movement is quite massive?

Here’s something about QAnon that explains how this kind of mass bullshit works:

None of it has anything whatsoever to do with who I am. It’s all happening in the basis of utter bullshit nonsense that gets spread around by these types of movements. Doesn’t matter who you are, has nothing to do with who or what you are. Anyone and anything can grab their attention and the whole thing can then spin totally out of control.

Here is another example of how this stupid bullshit works:

The nearest incel/8chan joker is at it again (but not just that, there is more really really vile stuff going on again)

Doing his moo cow elephant dog act again.

(No, it’s definitely not Tourette’s. I did think so – or at least wonder about that – for a brief while.)

He is so pathetic. An hour or so ago, he was busy trying to blow up my phone again.

Weirdo. Wanted to see me in my bed?

I got up and switched my computer on instead.

Someone’s also been in my flat again, by the looks of it. I found the second page of a job application from just before Christmas under my bag and the next day, I found the first page. (Message: “I fucked that up too for you, like all the other efforts you’re making”, perhaps?) I am not 100% sure that someone deposited it there, under my bag, but I haven’t found a better explanation yet. At the time, before Christmas, I had seen that there were supposedly vacancies, but when I went online to look for it, there was nothing. So I dropped off an envelope at the place where I had seen that there appeared to be vacancies.

A big problem is that anyone who wants to employ me will have to hide me in order to shield me and thereby also shield themselves from interference.

As long as this nonsense continues, there isn’t a heck of a lot that I can do.

On Thursday, there was interference on my computer again and it got to me. On Friday, I visited the CAB – which was actually closed.

(9 May: It turns out that apparently I had spoken with a hired actor, for crying out loud, or perhaps more likely someone who is into this local shit too, but this discovery was not a big surprise. While I was there, I was told that the office was closed on Fridays, the door was locked after I stepped in and I was escorted back and forth through the building twice, like some kind of prisoner, really strange. But not only did I notice that the woman I talked with seemed to feel that she was playing some kind of act when she was writing down various things etc, and did she do something else that was either deliberate or a genuine accidental giveaway, I am pretty sure that I have seen her before and that, among other things, she was at my place, years ago, to drop off a dog for a woman who supposedly was in hospital for a month, in a similar stupid charade, involving a house in Shaftesbury Road in Southsea.

That was a similar bizarre exercise. It caused me to stop looking after other local people’s pets, also, because it was followed by a few really bizarre pet-sitting requests. There’s always been some cat/dog theme part of my abuse, such as currently some dog toy having been left on the patio and people yelling things about cats and dogs at me. It made me wonder if “walking the dog” was slang for a guy whipping out his penis, just like locals have often tried to use freecycle to make fun of me with other slang – for example about cages, printers and bed slats, two of which are sexual slang referring to a woman’s genitalia – but I could not find anything about dog-walking being sexual slang.)

Later on Friday, I bought a bottle of wine to drown myself in.

I am so fed up with this abusive shit.

But that, that is what these folks want to hear. That they’re getting to me.

Years ago, I posted the song “she drives me crazy” under the heading “he drives me crazy”, on an IT-related site for which I no longer own the domain name. I got a comment that that was exactly what “they” wanted to hear, what “they” were after. That they were driving me crazy. I had actually been joking at the time. Whoever the people are who are doing this, they have no idea. I am BORED! For over a decade, I’ve basically been able to do jack shit. That’s BORING. I’ve always been someone who likes doing tons of stuff. Sleeping all day or sitting in a sun lounger all day or climbing the walls day after day after day is not my idea of a good time. For starters, I like having normal interactions with other humans.

What I did on Friday

I went to the Civic Offices where two clown visitors abused me. One faked a foreign accent at first and spoke broken English, but then she forgot to fake it. The other one told me complete bullshit and said he was from Jersey, a millionaire living in Chichester. He made his millions setting up two charities, he said. Works with homeless people, he said. Who he checks into hospitals so that they are no longer homeless, he said. Told me to check myself into a hospital. He said that I would force PCC to acknowledge their duty of care this way, or work around their refusal to do something or some bullshit like that. Ha ha.

After that, he became verbally abusive, but he was just a nut case. Initially, it sounded as if he might have something useful to say, but he was just waffling and became increasingly abusive.

I realised that I was just attracting nut cases.

Everyone else had merely walked by me. Of course, because I was sitting there quietly and powerlessly, holding up a small handwritten sign.

So I then went to the CAB.

Because I want the abuse to stop! Enough!

I spoke with a woman who I suspect is a psychologist (because she understands what Asperger’s is and what NPD is).

Among other things, she asked me if I had tried to get help. For me. (As opposed to getting someone to mediate because I am not one with the problem behaviour. I am just the one who is fed up with other people’s problem behaviour and does not know what to do with it.)

I’d forgotten, but yes, I actually did.

Years ago, I went to an InnovationSpace workshop for starting businesses or people wanting to start their own business, even though I had already started my own business years ago.

The guy who was leading that workshop had nothing to say other than that it was an example of the kinds of issues that business owners may have to deal with.

One woman asked where I was from.

Amsterdam? Oh that’s why then. Yes, people here in Portsmouth would do that, target you because you’re from Amsterdam.

And that was that.

Nothing further was said.

In a similar position? Need new lock or spyhole?

In the past, I have asked a local locksmith to advise me regarding the lock-picking.

The first time I went by, I had looked online first. I walked over. There was nobody in the store. I called out a few times, waited 15 minutes, then left again.

The second time I went by, I was able to make an appointment. During this appointment, I was told that I should not be turning my flat into a prison and the information that my locks were being picked all the time was ignored.

I was advised to upgrade one lock. This lock, however, is still fairly easy to pick and I later upgraded its cylinder to a high-security lock.

All locks are pickable, but some take much longer to pick and most lock-pickers are familiar with only a few. They practice on these types of locks at home. There is a lock-picking American lawyer on YouTube. Many hackers are also lock-pickers. You can learn that from watching a few DefCon videos on YouTube. They also often know things like how to walk up to a person from behind without the person noticing it until the last second.

If you need new locks or want a spyhole fitted (or a safe, which I should have had from the day I moved into my current flat), look into the “Hampshire Bobby Scheme”. It’s not cops but volunteers who help for example disabled people and people who are over 65. It’s by the Blue Lamp Trust.

This is part of the information I was given by the CAB yesterday.

You don’t get this kind of information from the police.

Worrisome! (sabotage, continued)

  • My work for universities etc? All sabotaged to death. None left.
  • My LinkedIn account? Sabotaged to death.
  • Development of new local acquaintance with who I had hoped to be able to go on walks? Sabotaged. Apparently because “I need to be at home for my two boys”?
  • The local wildlife work I’ve been trying to develop for years and for which I set up a separate website some time ago? Sabotaged to death.
  • Two attempts to obtain Universal Credit? Unsuccessful (and accompanied by really weird experiences).
  • Interesting project in the US for which I needed to be vetted by a US govt dept? (The latter is not that strange in this case, but I did look into the company and I also consulted someone else about this. Spent money on getting various certificates and statements, too.) Apparently also being sabotaged to death or completely faked. I put in a request for feedback/information from others yesterday, received a response by email this morning, then clicked on the link and got “page not found”. Am now trying to get in contact with another company, in relation to this, and am unsuccessful. This – below – is what I wanted to let them know.

    Keep in mind that there is someone out there who already has 4 or 5 of my bankcards and an official original driving licence issued to me AND that Portsmouth Police told me a few years ago that I had already been there to report something and that they had been to my home about it, too (while asking each other “Is it the same woman?”). (Portsmouth Police? Less than useless.)

(My – often bullying – neighbour is at it again, too, at the moment. Apparently because I said “hi” to his dog yesterday; I grew up with a dog exactly like his except it was male. My other neighbour is not in at the moment, of course. Ha! Typing this instantly put a stop to it!)


I am the owner/founder of ABC (a small business started in Amsterdam in 1997 now located in England) as well as the Company Director of Credabilius Ltd.

About a month ago, I had a Zoom conversation with someone claiming to be a representative for a company called XYZ, which is based in Washington DC. This company appears legit and the contact was initiated by me after having seen a post about an interesting project for which they needed qualified people.

This was followed by a flurry of emails as well as a request to supply various confidential materials for the purpose of vetting by the US government, for the project. This latter request was not unusual in view of the nature of the project, but I consulted someone else about this and I also looked into the company in question, which often also seems to work for US Homeland and then requires exclusively US citizens.

This e-mail exchange took place on an email address that I often use in the early stages of certain activities, namely I received an unsigned agreement that I was asked to sign and was sent this link for uploading the documentation:

This was supposed to be my personal folder for uploading documentation. I had to submit requests and payment for the various certificates and statements, but in the meantime, I already uploaded documentation I had such as ID and diplomas. Oddly enough, I then heard nothing at all.

I emailed to ask if the documents had been safely received as I can’t actually look into the folder. The answer was affirmative. Again, I heard nothing further.

I’ve meanwhile received the various statements that I had to put in requests for, but have held off on uploading those as again, I have heard nothing from the company since.

I called the company yesterday, twice, and my experiences with those two calls were rather odd. I didn’t get to talk with anyone in charge who could give me more information.

I am urgently asking you to delete the contents of that folder and verify the identity of the company that appears to be behind it and report this to the authorities, if necessary.

I don’t know what is going on here. Is my international ID now being faked to open bank accounts and what not? Is something else going on? I am highly concerned.

Below is a list that includes documents that I have uploaded:

  • pp.pdf
  • additional information.pdf (with names of contacts at NATO, and US ID)
  • up to 4 PNG files containing screenshots (awaiting paper certificate sent by postal mail)
  • up to 6 PDF files having filenames starting with SOUREN (diplomas etc)
  • Certificate ordered – Order a certificate – GOV.UK.pdf
  • Result clear.pdf

Please get back to me about this as a matter of urgency.

Thank you.


Angelina Souren

Touched, and grateful

Some time ago – weeks ago – I collected a food parcel from the salvation army. Hadn’t been there in years but my situation was dire. The parcel contained tomato sauce…

Turns out it’s really really tasty. I did an internet search on it, expecting to find it at one or more of the usual large supermarkets.


It’s pretty special – Amazon has it – and pretty expensive.

Home Office staff at councils… Is The Guardian so behind in this case?

“The Home Office has placed immigration officers in child social services and dozens of other local authority departments, in an arrangement that has raised concerns about the ability of the most vulnerable to seek support, the Guardian can reveal.”

I first heard of this years ago. What The Guardian is revealing is that the practice has continued, but The Observer already reported about it in early 2019.

I first heard about it in June 2018, at a meeting in London about the Hostile Environment and the Windrush scandal (organised by Docs Not Cops, Liberty, Global Justice Now, and other organisations). Gracie Mae Bradley from Liberty and many others were there.

Leaflets I took home from this meeting in London.

Haringey Council had one of these folks. These Home Office people are EXPENSIVE, too, so the Haringey locals were able to convince Haringey Council to do without its Home Office worker.

28 June 2018

Shame on you, Britain…

750,000 cancer patients in Britain can’t afford to live.

My mother suffered with cancer for many years and I remember going to shops for her to get her foods that she wanted, such as peaches. She wanted them to be still fairly green. And thinly sliced “rosbief” (roast beef) and “rookvlees” (smoked meat) but not from horses but from cows. (I also remember a butcher telling me that I was a cow when I explained this. Not my problem as long as I got what I wanted. One looks darker, btw.)

She died when I was 14 and my sisters 11 and 8.

My mother never ever had to go through anything even remotely approaching England’s immense deep poverty. Both she and my dad had little more than a primary school education.

Shame on you, Britain. One third of your population is living in poverty. 450,000 of those are cancer patients.

Where do you get the gall from to look down your heartless stoic noses at all other countries in the world and assess them as inferior to Britain?

You’re about to vote again, on the fifth. Not all of you but many of you, in England and Wales. For your local councils.

5 May is liberation day in my home country.

Are you going to vote for more of this again, as usual? Are you going to vote for more deprivation for you and your loved ones?

Yes, real smart. Utterly superior.

(I no longer have any photos of my mother, hence the generic cancer patient pic.)

I vote Green Party. The party’s name is very unfortunate. I agree. Everyone thinks that the Green Party stands for beating climate change and nothing else. Think again.

I have no idea what my parents voted but I do think that they voted. I remember them going out to vote.

England isn’t a country. It’s a torture chamber. You have the power to start changing that.

Make 5 May 2022 liberation day for you too. Don’t vote Conservative or Labour or Lib Dem.

Vote Green Party. Vote for the end of massive deep poverty, for cancer patients and millions and millions of other Brits. Because they deserve better.

I can’t fix Britain. You’ll have to do that all by yourselves. But I can give you hints for how to start fixing it.


Here we go again. Why focus on selling a stupid story that looks like it was written by a 10-year-old, together with a few more 10-year-old Tories?

While people are starving?

Far too many UK politicians focus on this kind of puerile bullshit rather than on doing their job.

Stop making these stories sell. Stop turning them into cash cows. Because that’s why they are published.

Also, has it occurred to you that this may have been carefully engineered to distract from Partygate?

The PM jumped on this story a little too eagerly. The same PM who just appears to have changed his hairdo in an attempt to look a little more like a grown-up?

Angela Rayner

Okay, so how many of those male MPs are like 10-year-olds who’ve just discovered that they have a penis?

I can’t believe that English people are even paying so much attention to these little kids. Box their ears, send them to bed without dinner. Done.

This are teenage boy antics. In the UK Parliament. Again!

Box their ears. Send them out of the room. Then forget about them.

Otherwise you’re merely encouraging more of this stupid Donald Trump nonsense. You’re pushing the Mail. Your pushing its sales.

Grow up, people. For crying out loud, GROW UP.

An example of policing going wrong

Someone has been stealing all kinds of documents from me. This began about five years ago. That’s when I first started getting some odd requests for copies of passport and driving licence, but it did seem legit, just a change in policy at a particular company.

But far too many items started disappearing from my postal mail too.

There is someone out there who has 4 or 5 bank cards in my name, has a valid driving licence in my name, and a few other bits and pieces in my name.

You can’t report this kind of activity anywhere. You just have to put up with it.

Is someone trying to “create” a second me, to cast a weird light on me?

The local police, at some point, told me that I had already stopped by with a particular complaint, and that they had already been to my home about it, too.

But the officer stepped to someone at a desk in the background, and I could hear them ask each other “Is it the same woman?”

It’s been my experience that when you go to the police to file a police report, nobody checks your ID or verifies your address.

You can also go to the police here and claim that someone has been harassing you and if you give the police that person’s name and address, the police will usually deliver a so-called Police Information Notice (PIN) without the police ever checking into the validity of the complaint.

Ill-meaning people can do a heck of a lot of damage that way.

Because these un-investigated PINs can lead to arrests. Getting arrested means having a criminal record. Without the police doing even the slightest bit of investigating.

(Depending on the outcome of the arrest, that criminal record may expire again after a number a years, however. Still…)

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He’d warned me

The past few days, he kept scrolling my pages down to this:

He goes “bad” in the middle of the night. Usually does his bad stuff around 3am. I imagine he was busy writing code all night, ready to load it into my computer at the start of my day.

Eh, wait, no. He’s done the same thing before, with this installation. He only needed to adapt the code he already had, because the damage is more extensive this time.

Goes for the other computer too.

Imagine that your life is so empty… It’s sad, really. Not that god-like at all.

I haven’t done any exploring to see which bits still work and which ones don’t or pulling batteries etc just in case he’s mostly messed with the bios. That would be letting him dictate how I spend my time.

I was busy writing and editing today, yesterday and tomorrow. Was going to alternate that with some outdoor activities, but the latter haven’t materialised yet.

So I’m just reading, for the sake of what I was working on. I can’t be bothered trying to get my computers working again. This stuff he pulls has gone stale. He’s been doing this for over a decade. It really does become very boring eventually.

Here we go again. God is acting up.

The hacker’s disabled BOTH my computers. Nothing new. This has been his usual modus operandi for over 13 years.

Let’s see what I can do about that. He’s also disabled the optical drive, by the looks of it, so that I can’t do any repairs or a fresh install. That too has happened before.

Okay, I will do the dishes and laundry and read some more books, then.

Shrinks, fix this dude, please. He’s broken. Thanks.


I’m at Aldi and a kid keeps screaming his head off. It looks like he hurt himself – tears over his face – and then decided to cash in on the attention. It was clear by looking at him that he was only after attention, that there was no (longer any) problem whatsoever.

I’m thinking “How do I get him to stop? Tell him that his hair will fall out? No, I don’t want him to get scared.”

So I tell him that sometimes, if you cry for a long time, your hair will fall out.

He stops instantly.

I am amazed. Yay, it worked!

His mother smiles at me.

He’s not entirely sure because his mother did not confirm the validity of what I said, but he clearly does not want to risk that his hair falls out.

Now, laugh.

Ethics or the lack of it

In the UK, the govt awarded many contracts for PPE and so on, a large proportion of it faulty, to “pals”, billions, in total.

That’s normal over here.

Holding the UK government to account on this requires the efforts and funds from organisations like The Good Law Project (Jolyon Maugham QC).

The Netherlands had one face mask deal that wasn’t awarded properly. The face masks were never used…

One contract. For 100 million euros, at a profit of 40 million.

The Dutch government launched an independent investigation when it found out.

The Dutch “Health Secretary” is really feeling the pressure. “This will haunt me for a long time to come.” It led to a vote of no confidence. A major investigation will follow to get to the bottom of how this Dutch deal came about.

De Jonge nog niet klaar met mondkapjesdeal, ‘dit blijft hem achtervolgen’ –

(This is also, I reckon, why the English often think I’m crazy. Or a pain in the butt.)

11 April 2022

Here we go again!

Is this guy seriously wasting the taxpayers’ money on investigating who revealed that his wife was not paying any taxes here?

NHS graffiti, for Portsmouth Lib Dems including David Fuller

Photo: 3 August 2021.

Allow people to express themselves. Don’t otherise people and criminalise them the way Tony Blair did just because you don’t understand where they are coming from. Thank you.

Far too many people in Portsmouth have far too little to do. There is gorgeous graffiti all over the place. It’s one of the things that bring a little hope and sunshine into communities that so badly need it.

Yes, some of the graffiti around town is even quite inspiring.

But some of it – perhaps a little more right now – expresses despair and frustration. It’s better for people to release that into graffiti than into mischief and physical aggression, isn’t it? Read the various messages all over town and think about what they are telling you?

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