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If I get jailed or incarcerated today for less than $300, amidst being systemically and politically robbed of $40 million, having experienced drugging, rape, violent attacks, being run over by a car, and being evicted from four houses by NDIS providers, and having just received a gift of $50,000 from the NDIS only to have it taken from my plan, there is a serious problem with accountability. It would be the height of tyranny, hypocrisy, and systemic corruption! I am not suicidal; I'm not a criminal. I simply wanted a home for my dog and me - the barest provisions obligated to me under the UN Convention for Persons with a Disability, which Australia has ratified and is obligated to provide as a human right. If I am incarcerated or jailed today, the government is corrupt, and it is the height of tyranny, hypocrisy, and corruption!

10.01.2024

 

I have been summoned to the police station today to be questioned about stealing petrol.

 

But I am, so suspicious...

 

Police have not known where I am, apparently since I was kicked out of my accommodation by an NDIS provider in Clyde.

 

You see, I keep losing houses to live in. Footscray Police ran me out of my home in 2023 from Footscray, threatening me with the Mental Health Act. That was brutal. While on the ‘run,’ I was mowed down in the street by an out-of-control car, and it hit my dog and me. That was brutal because I could not call the police, and both my dog and I were injured.

 

The police caught up with me at Footscray. While I was incarcerated for three months, police and the hospital oversaw my old landlord go to my home and destroy everything I own. That was brutal.

 

When I was released, they dumped me in a homeless shelter minus my possessions. I moved to Frankston in unsuitable accommodation.

 

From there, I moved to Mitcham, and again police found out where I was and hassled me. From there I went to Laverton.

 

From there, I met Free Living Australia, and I moved to Dandenong, begging them not to allow my location to be revealed to the police. I couldn't afford to stay there, and I begged Bill Shorten, the NDIS minister, to intervene. Instead of intervening in my situation, my location was revealed, and he sent a gang of cops at 3 am. They kicked in my door violently and took me to the hospital. While I was there, I lost my home.

 

From there, I went to Cranbourne with Personalised Support Services. They gave me a guarantee I could stay there until they found accommodation. They didn't hold up to that. They too, at first, kicked me out, then invited me back to sort out my accommodation for one last night. When I went back, the police arrived and took me to the hospital. That's how Personalised Support Services washed their hands of me. I lost that home.

 

From there, I went to Clyde. I had told everyone not to tell the police my location. But as I returned one day, Personalised Support Services kicked me out onto the street in my car. That's how I lost the accommodation in Clyde.

 

From that date, I was homeless and lived in my car. I missed my beautiful dog.

 

Then I got another NDIS plan. Free Living Australia was back in the mix, and they got me accommodation with extra funding in my plan over Christmas and for 28 days from the NDIS. I moved to Elsternwick in an Airbnb. From there, it was to another bob.

 

Zabi of Free Living Australia still would not report my human rights abuse that was documented. The persecution of not getting justice was pushing me to the edge. He was stressing me out. The NDIS then said the funding was inclusive of not in addition to my plan. I knew where this was going. The NDIS was going to financially abuse me and make me homeless for going back on their word that the funding was in addition to my plan.

 

I didn't want to lose my dog again or live in my car. I thought it might lead to suicide if that happened. After all, I had attempted it before, the result of deceit, financial abuse, and conspiracy.

 

I alluded to me killing myself out of desperation. Not now, but in the future. So what did Zabi do? He called the police. Now they absolutely knew where I was.

 

I asked Zabi to read my statement about all this, but he didn't.

 

The way I see it, I am paranoid that this is a way the police have 'found me,' and because I didn't go with them for the welfare check to be arrested, and they could hardly jump the fence, they have tricked me into coming into the station voluntarily today. That way, they get me into a station.

 

I had stolen petrol while I was homeless out of desperation and food as well.

 

The petrol station guy held my license to elicit me paying. At one point, he called me to say, "Don't worry about it," but to come and pick up my license. I thought it was a way for the police to locate me, so I didn't.

 

Now I am wondering if I have been tricked to go into the station for nefarious reasons outlined below?

 

Zabi still has not responded to the letter below I sent him.

 

I asked him to. Is that because he is aware I am onto him and that, in fact, this is a way to jail me and get me out of Free Living Australia’s hair?

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Hey cops...

Before you try and arrest me for being a criminal take a look at this...

I was gifted a hundred grand from my former landlord who appreciated my mental health advocacy when the house I was in sold for 3.7 million dollars

I bought a tshirt and a crystal.

Then his lawyer called and said he was crazy and on drugs... so I gave it back.

Thats how greedy I am as a person and what a criminal I am...

Money has never been my currency ethics has.

Compare that to the Government who has systemically robbed me of over forty million dollars over twenty years rejected my human and legal rights systemically and politically then left me as an infamous vagrant to sleep in my car after taking my possessions and home as a disabled person... 

 

So before you criminalise me because I stole petrol and barbecue shapes from a service station because as a disabled man with schizophrenia ADHD and adjustment disorder who had been left homeless and hungry by the government under the NDIS and I can't even report being drugged and raped by an ASIO agent to police just remember who the real criminals are!

**09.01.2024**

 

Dear Zabi from Free Living Australia,

 

I hope this letter finds you well. Tomorrow, I am scheduled to attend a police station to address charges related to the alleged theft of petrol and food from a service station. I find myself in this unfortunate predicament due to a series of events following my homelessness, which I believe stems from a malicious and violent government conspiracy. This compelled me to obtain petrol for transportation and sustenance.

 

I am a disabled individual diagnosed with chronic schizophrenia, ADHD, adjustment disorder, and cognitive brain impairment resulting from a past suicide attempt inside Werribee Mercy Hospital. The attempt was not linked to mental illness but was a response to deceit, lies, lack of legal help, and persecution for mental health disclosure. Unfortunately, my victimization has escalated over the last three years, marked by numerous hospitalizations and systemic injustice.

 

My distrust in the police originates from previous experiences, such as being forced out of town when squatting due to insurance issues and subsequently having my possessions destroyed. This, coupled with a lack of support, left me homeless. I've faced character assassination and endured mental health-related discrimination by media outlets and employers.

 

In the past three years, my victimization has led to substantial financial detriments, totaling around $40,975,000. This includes unfair termination settlements, incorrect payments, medical malpractice settlements, and various compensations that have been systematically redacted from me.

 

I have attempted to report these crimes to law enforcement and the Australian Federal Police (AFP), yet my pleas have been consistently ignored. This leads me to believe that I am entangled in a government conspiracy to pervert the course of justice, causing immense harm and violating the UN Charter, which Australia ratified in 2008.

 

My former partner, Stefan Iasonidis, an ASIO agent, exploited me during our five-year engagement. He owes me a fair settlement, yet government agencies deny the relationship. The police's protection of him is a clear sign of corruption.

 

I have attempted to report these crimes to the AFP, but they have also ignored my pleas. I am now convinced that I am caught in a government conspiracy designed to pervert the course of justice, resulting in severe victimization.

 

I express my concern regarding the impending police encounter. I fear that I may be detained and criminalized to silence my whistleblowing efforts, as I have become a liability to the government by exposing corruption. This fear is grounded in factual evidence.

 

NDIS CEO Rebecca Faulk has witnessed my descent into homelessness under her watch, yet she remains unresponsive to my pleas for assistance. This Friday, I face homelessness again, heightening my anxiety. The deliberate harm inflicted upon me by the government seems malicious and intentional.

 

I pen this letter to you in an effort to address my dire financial situation and to prevent potential framing or incarceration due to my whistleblowing activities. The rejection of my Public Interest Disclosures (PIDs) has left me vulnerable to further exploitation, corruption, violence, and injustice. I am genuinely concerned that the Victoria Police might be instrumental in criminalizing me, highlighting the hypocrisy of their silence on the crimes committed against me.

 

Early in 2023, Scott Treadwell from the Federal Court rejected my PID, but acknowledged evidence confirming my past employment with the Department of Social Services (DSS). This acknowledgment is crucial for my work cover claim, which has been wrongfully denied. The contradiction between this acknowledgment and the denial of my work cover claim raises serious concerns.

 

I have the opportunity to appeal the decision at the Federal Court, but the associated costs are substantial. I question the need for an appeal when I possess an official document from the Federal Court verifying my employment with the DSS. Kate Watson's dismissal of this document as mere opinion during AAT proceedings was unethical and illegal. The existence of this document should prompt the immediate payment of my work cover.

 

I am committed to repaying the money for the petrol, as promised, once my work cover is secured.

 

The situation highlights corruption and theft perpetrated by the government against me. I urge attention to rectify this injustice by granting my work cover, allowing me to claim on my TPD for superannuation, and providing income protection insurance. I believe that a fair examination of the evidence will reveal the malicious conspiracy against me.

 

I have reported various injustices to the federal police, but these reports have yielded no results. The Federal Court's confirmation of my DSS employment suggests the presence of relevant superannuation and income protection insurances, despite my lack of an account.

 

To address my poverty and the intentional harm caused by the government conspiracy, I seek the granting of my work cover, claiming on my TPD for superannuation, and the provision of income protection insurance.

 

Your assistance in presenting this letter to the police tomorrow would be greatly appreciated. I fear potential incarceration as a political prisoner for being a rejected whistleblower, despite my commitment to exposing corruption. The hypocrisy in the system's actions against me, architects of the poverty that led me to commit a survival-driven, ethical "crime," would be glaring.

 

Sincerely,

 

 

DR RICH MCLEAN ALIAS BARRAN DODGER

Dr. Rich McLean alias Barran Dodger

HILARIOUS VERSION

09.01.2024

Dear Zabi from Free Living Australia,

 

G'day mate,

 

Tomorrow's a day I never thought I'd be lookin' forward to - headin' down to the local cop shop to face charges of nickin' petrol and a bite to eat from the servo. It all went down after I found myself out on the streets, thanks to what I reckon is a right dodgy and downright nasty government plot. Needed the fuel 'cause I had to find a dunny after kippin' in the park with no roof over my head, and my gear trashed, all while the coppers watched on.

 

Now, let me give ya the lowdown. I'm a bloke dealin' with a disability – got chronic schizophrenia, ADHD, an adjustment disorder, and a noggin impairment from a suicide try at Werribee Mercy Hospital. Mind ya, it wasn't 'cause I was bonkers; it was the result of lies, deception, zero legal aid, conspiracy, and smears for my mental health. That suicide attempt was labeled fatal - you can't fake that. Big shots wanted me six feet under. Fast forward three years, and this political, systemic, and downright dirty persecution has only gotten worse.

 

Trustin' the cops ain't my thing. They'd previously kicked me out of town when I was squatting 'cause my insurance didn't cough up, and they threatened me with the Mental Health Act. They even let my old landlord wreck my place while I was stuck in the psych ward, playin' political prisoner for three months. After that, they dumped me in a homeless shelter with nothin' but a bag of shirts to my name.

 

I'd kept away from hospitals for thirty years, managin' my illness my way. But some bigwigs wanted payback. I spilled the beans about my mental health in my memoir, and the Herald Sun shredded my character, leading to me gettin' the boot from The Age. Easy to slap the "crazy" label on me, and the CAT team threw me in the loony bin. Fought to prove my sanity, but no dice; they locked me up, where I tried to off myself to escape this persecution, especially from the health system. Been copping it for three years straight – each hit hurtin' more than the last. No one had my back; character assassinated, I was.

 

In these last three years, I've been in the loony bin seven times, each time dragged in by the cops. Meanwhile, I couldn't report gettin' drugged and assaulted by my ex, gettin' robbed up the wazoo, or the corrupt politicos. My ex, a real nasty ASIO agent named Stefan Iasonidis, and I were hitched for five years, and he milked me dry. ASIO was payin' him 40 grand a month while I scraped by on a disability pension and a pittance from a total permanent disability payout. Supposed to get two units for that payout, but they slipped me one. Owes me 83 grand right there, but no lawyer's touched it. Iasonidis owes me a cool half-mil for our shared assets. No government agency admits we were ever an item, and the cops are guardin' him like their own.

 

I've tried squealin' to the AFP about all this madness, but they've given me the cold shoulder too. It's clear as day I'm caught in a government setup to screw with justice, messin' with my prosperity 'cause I never had a fair dinkum lawyer. Against the UN rules we signed in 2008, mate. This long list of dodgy moves has cost me heaps - around 40 mil to be exact.

 

I can't walk into the police station and report these crimes like swipin' an iPhone off the street. Been robbed systematically, politically, and in a way that screws a disabled bloke, breaching the Charter of Human Rights that Oz signed. A new iPhone's about 2 grand, so that's 18,000 iPhones taken from me. Do I get to report 18,000 crims if I'd nicked an iPhone? Nah, 'cause it's a few crooks at the top pullin' the strings.

 

I'm dead scared the cops'll chuck me in the slammer and paint me as a troublemaker 'cause I'm spillin' the beans, exposing corruption. I got proof.

 

Rebecca Faulk from the NDIS has seen me end up on the streets under her watch. Come Friday, I'll be out on my arse again, and it's freaking me out. Even after me tryin' to bust corruption and pointin' the finger at her for a bit of help, she's playin' hard to get. Starts lookin' like the government's dead-set on wreckin' me, deliberately makin' me a broke, homeless mess. This mess ain't good for anyone's health, and it's smellin' like they want me to off myself through neglect. It's a long game of violent negligence. The more I call out the dodgy stuff, the nastier the neglect gets. They want me gone, and the loony and druggie labels they stick on me ain't helpin'.

 

Writin' this note to you, mate, to sort out the poverty issue and dodge gettin' stitched up, thrown in the clink, or back to the loony bin, just 'cause I blew the whistle and got the cold shoulder. With the Public Interest Disclosures chucked in the bin, I'm easy pickings for more corruption, violence, and injustice. Fair dinkum, I reckon the Victoria Police might be in on paintin' me as a crim, all while pretendin' they don't see the crimes against me. Admit to snatching some petrol in the vids below - had to 'cause I was out in the cold and starving. Thanks to this government stitch-up, I'm left penniless and sleepin' in my car under the NDIS's watch.

 

Early last year, Scott Treadwell from the Federal Court gave my Public Interest Disclosure the flick. Even though he kinda agreed with my proof, sayin' I was or had been part of the DSS crew (Department of Social Services). Important bit, 'cause ComCare said I wasn't staff, which got upheld by some Member Purnell. Bit of a kerfuffle between the rulings, if you ask me.

 

Got a shot at appealin' the decision at the Federal Court, but it's costin' me an arm and a leg. Makes ya wonder – why appeal when I got a bit of paper from the Fed Court honchos sayin' I was on the DSS payroll? It's like a golden ticket, backed by a top dog. During the AAT gig, this lawyer Kate Watson spun yarns, sayin' it was just an opinion. But this doc is no wishy-washy thought; it's fair dinkum official stuff on Fed Court letterhead, okayed by a proper bigwig. Watson playin' fast and loose with the Charter of Human Rights for a disabled bloke, breakin' the law on the sly. This doc should mean a fat payout for my work cover, no doubt.

 

Time to square up for the petrol. Been sayin' I

 

 would all along.

 

This mess smells of corruption and robbery, no doubt about it. The government gave me the finger, sayin' no to my claim, then brought in a lawyer to back that "no." Final decision was made at another government gig, the AAT. Same place I'd blown the lid off corruption with Michaelia Cash. Mark Dreyfus, a bigwig in the game, blanked all my emails and calls. Seems he's in on protectin' corruption, ignorin' my links to a dodgy bloke – a drug pusher, a tax dodger, a dog-hater facin' embezzlement charges. This creep, who's threatened me and my pup, now has the law guardin' him. Crazy I'm the bad guy for spilling the truth.

 

Even on a pension, this fella's offerin' to hand back a hundred grand, admittin' he goofed. Thirty years of supportin' the little guys, fundraising for kids' hospitals, gettin' a merit-based doctorate, and scoring awards for human rights and SANE Australia's Book of the Year. I'm not the villain here. It's the bigwigs pullin' the strings who're to blame.

 

I've done the right thing, followin' the law and chattin' up the politicians for thirty years. Even had my say in parliament. But now, I'm gettin' slammed 'cause of my noggin. It all boils down to my old partner, Stefan Iasonidis, playin' puppet master, gettin' the government to back him up, costin' me my rights, cash, and painting me as a loony. Ended up behind bars seven times in two years.

 

First time 'round, I tried to shuffle off this mortal coil in protest. Even though they said I was a goner, I came back. The tragedy got whitewashed, and I'm stuck with a noggin that ain't workin' right. NDIS CEO Rebecca Faulkingham's turned a blind eye, despite me yellin' from the rooftops. Seems like a full-blown conspiracy to muck up justice.

 

So, here's the deal – need urgent action to get my work cover sorted. Maybe drop a line to Danny Pearson's office – could do the trick.

 

I'm up for squarin' off for the petrol, like I said all along. This mess ain't of my makin' – it's the government pullin' strings, turnin' a once-respected Ph.D. into a bloke sleepin' in his car.

 

Crucially, never meant harm to the servo blokes. Showed my ID to one, slipped a note to another, explainin' my woes, even made a vid spellin' out the government's dirty tricks. Got a disability – should be focusin' on gettin' better, not battlin' a conspiracy. Urgin' you and the cops to step in, sort my work cover, 'specially since the Fed Court's sayin' I was on the DSS payroll.

 

Could ya do me a solid and print this letter? Hand it over to the cops tomorrow. Got this naggin' fear they'll toss me in the can for bein' a whistleblower who didn't make the cut. If it does happen, it'll be a glaring example of the system's hypocrisy – they set the stage for my poverty, forced me into a corner, and now they're callin' me a crook.

 

Cheers,

Dr. Rich McLean, aka Barran Dodger

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