It is fascinating to hear you diagnose me over the phone with syphilis. I imagine these dialogues you have with yourself are comforting, but all you are doing is trying to block out the truth of the damage you caused to our lives with your violence and self-hatred, all of which continues to pour into our lives and cause the utmost of destruction to our happiness, sense of well being, and in fact our very will to go on.
Brotherly Love pt. Duh – Ruminations on Ben Cassidy’s Medical Expertise
Matthew and I were Honour Roll Students when our alcoholic drug addict older brother dropped out of school to pummel us out of our futures as well. It was YOU who fucked up YOUR life, ben – and then passed that little gift on to both of us, who were still doing what was asked of us. I for one stayed at school EVERY DAY throughout grade 9 to finish all my homework before I went home, and in return I was told I needed more homework so I had something to do that didn’t offend the obsessive controlling sensibilities of those so much bigger than us in our household, who were so ready to use this size disparity to their own personal, perverse and violent ‘advantage’. Even today you go on about how we needed more ‘discipline’ in those years – what, more violence from our dropout drug addict older brother, you mean? Because that is the reality, no matter how ardently you lie to yourself and the world.
This is the true reality of our lives, and your hate, your bucking like a chicken in mockery, and your desperate need to characterize me as some kind of useless man is truly pathetic. You violently assault us our whole lives, introduce us to dropping out of school to get high, our family is integral to the communist, genocidal social policy of fully funded, state authorized abortion clinics all over the country, the whole world, including any girl I ever brought home, is carefully instructed in the genetically defective nature of our blood line (backed up with fake brain tests that don’t even exist), and in this environment, in this horrible, psychotic culture you are so immersed in, and seek to infect the world with, I am now called a pussy.
Is that your latest diagnosis, Dr. Fool? Why not? Just vote it into the DSM, just like they voted every other fake disease into that tome, and just as they voted homosexuality out of their sick manual – probably the only thing that should remain. (“Michael!! Oh, Michael!” – can’t you hear his little bum boy driver now? I bet he had a nice tight little pussy anus on him ha ha)
Well, you can scream at me all you want about doctors who make 100 grand a year, so the fuck what? They are still liars. In fact, Perly, Hill, Robertson McDougal DROPPED THE ROH AS THEIR CLIENT because of the ROH lies I exposed – call Caroline Failes and ask her why, I guess their own law firm didn’t like to be lied to either. Now they have in-house counsel – ask yourself why.
As for me thinking I know more than doctors, that is pretty funny, since it is YOU that constantly knows more than the doctors. You see, I have repeatedly passed your precious mental health tests, under the most trying circumstances. I had the cops trying to break my fucking DOOR in to take me to the mental hospital over this, idiot!! Instead of me going to hospital, all concerned found themselves talking to their own lawyers, and trying to cover up their lack of verifying the false police reports Mr Cassidy filed before they came to assault my freedoms and the sanctity of my home. At that point I’d already lost my job over these claims, but I guess that wasn’t enough for you haters?
You have no idea what is going on, because you don’t want to know. You just repeat your scripts over and over again in your head until they sound real again. But I have similarly been declared sane over and over again by the people you so adore, yet you continue to think you know more than them by declaring me insane, suffering from brain cancer, syphilis… seriously, it is YOU that needs to get checked out. Maybe it’s the silicone in your mcnuggets. Look it up, dummy.
Or how about the fluoride in your water? A toxic industrial waste that would otherwise cost millions to dispose of, Hitler and Stalin put it in their Gulag’s water supplies, Prozac is MADE from it, and it is historically a pesticide, for which it continues to be used to this day – the FDA only just finally banned it from being sprayed on your flour earlier this year. Look it up, dummy. Just do a google image search for sodium fluoride to see the packaging. You drink prozac right from your own tap.
Incidentally, Matthew also passed their tests in the early years of this, when he was abandoned to Brockville Mental Prison – a nightmare I can’t fathom to this day. But he got himself out and got an apartment. Every time he did this his parents found him, came over with some nappies and made sure to tell his roommates all about his supposed ‘mental illness‘. I saw them do this in Toronto myself – his roommates didn’t know, and right away after that they avoided him and the get out vibe set in, and he understandably fell apart.
Is that helping anyone? Chemically lobotomizing him and then repeatedly humiliating him publicly, prying into every one of his personal relationships with this information? You only ‘made it through’ because you had someone to pound on when you couldn’t handle the self hate any more. Matthew however, never had a chance.
And Matt continues to be CRIMINALLY denied any chance of ever working out his personal issues, as you have directly deprived him of his higher mental processes by shutting them down chemically. Wow – Socialism’s finest achievement, the perfect subject. Good job. And then, in between yelling about his ‘illness’, you call HIM a pussy too!! Ha ha but which is it? Is he mentally ill, or a pussy?!?!? How did you ever get so fucked up, Ben? Oh, wait, I remember now. And you suffer from it to this day also, you just won’t admit it.
But who cares? Not me anymore. I talked you through TEN YEARS of your failed marriage to Bev, and in return – when I was down and needed someone to back me up in the face of manipulative mindgames, lies and abuse – you sent the police to my door to arrest me and take me to the rape room over this, Ben – you sent the cops to my door, do you have any idea what you have done?!?! Ha ha ha and you call me a pussy, yet I didn’t survive 15 years on the street by being a pussy. In fact, it was who I had to be that was a significant part of the personal conflicts I struggled with over all those years – but again, I wouldn’t have been running around in such desperation to survive if I hadn’t been violently run out of the only home I’d ever known like a stray dog before my 16th birthday – assaulted by the three of you and then some 6 foot 6 truant officer when you were too much of a pussy to carry out orders any more, orders from those too cowardly to do their own dirty work. It gets a little too real for obsessive controlling perverts like yourselves, when the victim starts to fight back for his life.
That was certainly MY reality, and the writing on the wall for poor Matt, watching the disturbing carnage the three of you wrought upon us – everyone ringing their hands about Adam’s problems, when he’s a year ahead and on the honour roll, despite his dropout drug addict brother’s constant violent assaults waiting for him at home every single increasingly sick, horrible, and depressing day. But I’m sure you look back and see nothing but shiny, glowing turds, beautifully polished on the front lawn. Your selective self-delusion is mind-boggling.
Oh, but I should just get over it, it was 30 years ago, PUSSY. Only it isn’t 30 years ago, it isn’t even 30 seconds ago – it is ongoing , it has never ceased, it is right now, and every instant that you continue to terrorize Matthew in this vile, evil, Satanic fashion. Incidentally, fear shuts down the frontal lobes – but let’s not look at that, let’s find some obscure characterization of our own physiology and blame it all on an aspect of ourselves that we allegedly have no role in ie our ‘genetics’. And THEN, we will diagnose him as a ‘pussy’.
But I am no pussy, tool. I didn’t lay violence out on the street to keep me and my crew safe all those years – and I had to do it all while sidestepping the law – because I am a ‘pussy’. I didn’t run a crew of ten guys, cut deals for protection, clock dollars galore and enjoy the fruit and flower of literally hundreds of women (plus the ones I paid for) because I was a ‘pussy’. No, I will leave that up to your obedient mind to figure out. I know how it’s done – and when I was doing it, you LOVED every second. Me, I know the truth about what it is, what it represents, and where it leads the individuals involved and the culture as a whole. You, however, know nothing outside of eating McDonalds, worshiping power you so sadly wish to taste one day, and doing what you are told like a good little boy.
The psychological infibulation in full force, you quiver in place, the emotionally neutered and self-sterilized paragon of Socialist ‘manhood’ spreading his special brand of judgmental hatred to those he deems unworthy of reproduction (despite God’s clear approval). Today it’s because your diseased “punch ‘em ina face” mind deems them irresponsible, but tomorrow it will be because they are too fat and ugly for you to not constantly obsess over their naked flesh in compulsive psychosomatic nausea.
Let me clarify – uh, NO, Ben, most people don’t have the constant urge to punch people in the face during normal conversation : you suffer from an anxiety driven neurosis. Similarly, your constant and very vocal disgust at what overweight people look like naked represents.. uh.. well, in truth, that one is a little harder to diagnose. Perhaps your fat wife can help you unravel that special brand of mental diarrhea coursing through your synapses, if you can refrain from barfing on her during intimacy.
I mean, this is the REAL ‘mental illness’ Matt and I were forced to endure growing up in your presence – shall we just drag you away to be forcefully medicated for the rest of your life, making up fake tests to ram this hatred down the throats of everyone close to you, libeling and defaming you with public aspersions on your genetic integrity, and humiliating and attempting to lock up anyone foolish and courageous enough to defend you?
Good God, people who live in glass houses, running around pontificating on how the world should be run, desperate to compensate for their own horror at the reality of their private thoughts. Were it that I had seen fit to share this information with pertinent authorities fifteen years ago – you may well have lost custody of your kids, or at least been forced to take medication in order to see them. Bev would have had a FIELD DAY with you, and you wouldn’t have had me giving you angles on how to shut her down, instead I would have been called as HER witness. Ha ha try to imagine that, and glimpse a fragment of the horror that Matthew lives and breathes, the horror that is the only thing he has ever known – dragged away and drugged half to death by strangers summoned by his family, and all based on tests that do not and have not ever existed.
Twenty seven plus years of this lie being rammed down everyone’s throat – how can anyone possibly defend it? Does 2 plus 2 really equal five now? Are we that far into this? The package insert of the drugs Matt is forcibly administered vindicates me, but you refuse to read it, and stand by while I am refused access to his pharmacological history, and in fact criminally false allegations are made to the police in order to involve THREE police forces in an attempt to incarcerate and forcibly medicate ME indefinitely also.
Well, get a grip, fatso. I am no pussy. When I see a badge on the people busting in, I breathe a sigh of relief, as the situation is already nowhere near as bad as it could be. Fragile egos in hallowe’en costumes have always been the least of my worries in this life. You tried to strip me of my freedom, and in fact my very soul – you tried to put me where Matthew is. Too bad the doctors aren’t as smart as you, and couldn’t find the mentally ill brain cancer syphilis I have, because this ‘pussy’ yet walks free.
And he hates your fucking guts, you have no idea, buddy. No fucking idea. I RELISH in the karmic wave of destruction that is coming to your life – ALL of you – for this MURDER. I will continue to fight for truth in Matthew’s care, will continue to demand he is given back his rights, and told that no one ever conclusively knew that he had a critical brain abnormality, and that in fact many of the drugs he was initially forced to take have since been banned for causing the very conditions you call Matthew a pussy for suffering from. I will continue to demand that this blatantly obvious drug damage, covered up criminally with repeated lies over the course of so many, many years, be spoken to and attempts are made to alleviate it and help Matthew regain – or I should say, gain for the first time – some sense of dignity and security of his physical person, which he has been denied his entire life.
YOU, however, have a lot of pain in your future – cancer, diabetes, vaccine damage, heavy metal toxicity, infertility. I mean, they feed the cows chicken poop now, what do you expect? And when the people you worship drug you into the grave in abject horror, I will be there in your thoughts, but not in the room, not at your deathbed, nor your funeral. You are all dead to me already – ghouls who continue to spread their misery to those once closest, but dead all the same.
There is karma in this world, and there sure is Satan, too. So start praying, because your crimes will not go unpunished by God. You already killed 6 of your nephews. When Matthew dies, your fate will be sealed.
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