And when you go looking for it to find something else to steal – it just ain’t there!
Try rabbit’s blog – she’s the expert….I just write ‘fiction’ – or I did in the good old days….there you go ‘tdf’ – I referenced rabbit’s blog just like you wanted.
Ring a ring of roses…going to leave a comment on her blog telling her to reference me?
Oh, you can’t of course, because she just deletes comments she doesn’t like. Blocks anyone who disagrees with her. Me, I used to let any old fool comment on mine.
Switches from being an expert on Duncroft (that she’s never set foot in), to being an expert on the NHS – in the blink of an eye. Well, the blink of two or three eyes, after the rest of them had done their dirty work.
Ask her about Cleveland and Savile if she’s an expert on the NHS – she’ll know all about it. I’m told she chaired the meeting in Leeds with Amanda – that came from what I thought was a reliable source, but not corroborated so can’t be sure now. Difficult to tell when everyone hides behind false names. Don’t believe any of them now. They could all be the same person – is rabbit really Jervis in disguise? Or Hewson? Nope, can’t be Hewson ‘cos she was at meeting in Leeds too.
Good to know that Jervis doesn’t think I’m mentally ill – neither do mental health professionals. Just ‘wounded’ – as she well knew, and knew just how to make thing worse. It’s a game to them.
Keep the Savile flag flying – more like a helium balloon than a flag and its flown all the way up to IICSA.
Not what they intended but you can never tell which way the wind is blowing…
They’ve got a mole in their camp and they haven’t got a clue who it is!
That’s the trouble with all these false identities – you can never be sure – never trust anyone – and the mole is still happily chuntering away, telling me everything.
My, what a lot I didn’t know! To think I could have ended my days happily writing about the NHS – thinking I was doing some good, making the best out of a shitty situation.
Instead of which – a whole can of worms opened up. You can thank Jervis for that – other people were watching and shocked at what they saw. So shocked they started talking – and when they found out just how wounded I was, and that Jervis knew all along, knew I’d never sued the NHS, knew I’d never worked for them, knew I’d already had PTSD after being trapped before, knew I was trapped in this bed, knew that those exchanges weren’t just innocent ‘perfectly justifiable’ enquiries from a voter hundreds of miles away from Corbyn’s constituency – they weren’t just shocked, they were appalled that anyone could be so cold, so calculating, so callous – then they really started talking.
Oh, they know that I don’t really trust them – I’ve told them straight – ‘don’t trust anyone now’, nothing personal, but they are OK with that, they understand – said they wouldn’t really trust anyone if they were in my shoes either.
Mind you – I haven’t been in my shoes for over two months now….*joke*…march 18th 2017, last time I ever stood up.
Sigh…but what do I know about the NHS? What do I know…