08.07.05

I have been noting Forensics keep coming into the jail even when I try to escort all of their inmates to other regions and this has sparked a revelation to me that shakes the very fabric of my being. In most of my interactions and coffee meandering within the prison I find them following me and pinning me down to talk about issues that are generally nothing to do with prison or prisoners.

I have come up with several reasons for this:

1. They are certifiable and want to confirm this with another that works with our delightful demographic.
2. They are bored and killing time.
3. They are desperate.

Or the more likely,

4. They have been contracted by The Department to surreptitiously assess me due to the number of complaints from direct and indirect line Managers, Head Office and the Minister of Health (who has tried to have me assassinated in the past and I have the evidence to back this up) - complaints about my alleged anti-authoritarian, sarcastic and cynical attitude blended with a nice degree of antisocial and narcissistic traits (some would say full blown disorder).

I have come to this conclusion as they would not be desperate enough to talk to me and any other explanation does not fit within my reality. What backs-up this conclusion is the fact that they turn up on the same day, at the same time and have the same difficulties getting the same inmate to see them. I know that they have been informed about my movements by the Telephone Company and this annoys me as I went to some length to remove the chip from my occipital lobe. I can only surmise that somehow they managed to lace the Speight's with a trace mineral that is tasteless but emits radiation to a level that allows the lampposts to pick up my movement and report back to Head Office. I am also aware that Barney the Dinosaur is in on this plot. I do not harbour resentment towards him for this as I am aware that he must have been pressured into this in return for a reduced prison term, so I appreciate his position. Nor for this matter do I harbour resentment towards Forensics (I wouldn't want to cause another office evacuation) as I know that they must also have been forced to do this assessment - though I do wonder what The Department has on them as blackmail tends to be their S.O.P.

In writing this I'm aware I am alerting ‘you’ to the fact that I have uncovered a small (but vital) part of the plot against me I will be risking an escalation of assessment activity and surveillance, but I sit comfortably on my tinfoil lined chair wrapped in my lead radiation blanket knowing that I will continue to discover the nefarious acts around me and in my head.

I also rest easy in knowing that if I see you next week that the assessment continues and I have been proved right, and if I do not see you that you have been ordered to retreat and I have been proved right.



The Grey Madness, Gollum, his 6000 year old dog and the 6ft White Bunny Wabbit.