I am posting this unlisted in case I am forced to suicide.

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I have thought about it and I will not let anyone kill me whilst the Government do nothing.

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I have had a private number call me who has made a direct threat on my life and the life of my dog.

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I don’t know who it was.

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I have already been in company of a violent criminal through Grindr and he has contacts with the underworld

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He knows where I live.

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I have attempted to report this to the NDIS on 25.10.2023

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Fifteen minutes after this YouTube video was published, I have taken my own life, but don’t be sad… I gave it a red hot shot and I sucked the juice out of life. I may have died cold and alone but thousands have and I am satisfied I have tried everything and given it my all. I have never pretended other people don’t have worries or problems but this life I had was foiled with corruption and hate for me and as an energetic being sensitive to the vissitudes of intentions of people I ended up succumbing to a fight which was uneven inequitable unjust unfair and also illegal. 

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I used to think my biggest regret was fucking Debbie Morgan at the Springvale police break up. (Hi Deb hope you’re well!) But it isn’t, she was a muse in my life and although a confusing time it led me eventually to be an out and proud poofter! The subtext was that it was rape but it simply was not. Although it was regretful for us both it was consensual. Sorry I had not more confidence to admit to myself who I truely was as a teenager but you know society and family and friends were kinda homophobic. That coupled with my life long secret of sexualisation as a child which complicated my sexuality and the guilt complexes that were amplified by my sensitivities as an acute empath. The aftermath of that non malicious innocent shag ended up being the longest standing poofter bashing by Victoria police that ever graced the Australian landscape.

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My only regret is leaving my best friend Crystal the husky. Dog spelled backwards is God and ultimately I did not deserve her loyalty.

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What made my existence worthwhile was the non sexual (it didn’t need to be), love of authenticity and companionship and intimacy with Kirsten MacAlpine - the strongest bravest kindest most beautiful woman inside and out Ive ever known. Over the years my fond memories gave me hope and delight. One particular day I remember throwing nuts from the nut shack over the elm branches across the front of the national gallery; the light caught her blond hair and she was smiling and laughing and nothing else mattered. That that moment existed makes everything worthwhile and beautiful and God is great.

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My last day alive however was sadly spent begging for food and cigarettes and begging lawyers for help that never came. I wore someone else’s clothes and I had no real home or place to be. I had no medical care or adequate medicine and no psychologist or psychiatrist. I had no right access to the law or equality before it. I was under investigation. I was a targeted individual of the Australian Government with brute malice directed at me by powerful people and the world fell into line. My human rights abuses victimisation and oppression had been documented by me and another person Tash but no one signed off on it and the AHRC never investigated it and I could not get this across the line any way I tried. Even the national anti corruption commission was corrupt when it came to me.

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In 2004 a clairvoyant accosted me with his seductive words and I asked if I would have a house one day? He said ‘don’t worry about that.’ I asked if I would be famous. He replied, ‘You’re already famous.’ I guess to an extent that’s true especially now I’m infamous as a scapegoat. He said bluntly ‘You have a big heart but you can’t keep secrets’, and aint that the truth. I could not lie to save myself and have little concept of boundaries. In that way my communication was sometimes perceived as a blunt affront with zero filter which many could not cope with.

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I did not want to ever be a person of any note on a public stage but life had other plans. The antithesis of being alone and playing with your inner child in art is the expectation the adult world has of you making money from it that leads to your private and personal creations to be on a wall to be judged. I never wanted to be judged or looked at really. I wanted to be left alone and had I have lived I would have suffered a life in exile as a pauper and a recluse. The only saving grace would have been Crystal but alas I have no home or place to exist or keep her.

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AlI wanted was to live in a home with my dog with enough food and medicine and freedom from victimisation and oppression in peace but this was never afforded to me.

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This was clearly in violation of the human rights charter which Australia had ratified in 2008, as well as many other violations from human rights and civil liberties and my life had ended up on the receiving end of a cruel government bureaucracy gone mad.

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In fact my prosperity and my home(s) were maliciously intentionally systemically taken from me in a politicised way and my poverty was eloquently designed with intent over decades

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My poverty was neither a result of any character flaw I had nor anything lacking in me - in fact I was lucky to survive opposed by a cast of thousands against impossible odds for as long as I did

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I could have done so great again serving humanity and the community its all I wanted to do but sadly it was not to be but apart from being a whining complaining cunt in my time I think I did a pretty good job over thirty years of advocacy on local state national and international levels in person and in the media.

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Sadly as artists almost universally are if you’re the real deal I was exploited.

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I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.

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Are you sorry you all didn’t do enough?

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I forgive you, to forgive is divine.

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I know justice was always coming and now when you find my body it will have to be investigated for the coroner and my justice will finally be served albeit over a corpse. Life is funny like that.

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The way my death will be framed is that it was the result of drugs or my own mental health issues and this will cleverly exonerate all lawyers politicians and public officials and every one else from any or all liability for their malice or pointed neglect.

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But mental illness didn’t kill me - it was a sustained political and systemic character assassination and malicious attack that targeted my prosperity.

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No one can live without money, food, medicine, a home, something to do or somewhere to exist. Well might you all say I had schizophrenia but this does not exclude that a conspiracy to pervert the course of justice was and is and then did exist.

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Powerful key political stakeholders such as Iasonidis and Russell Ball and Mark Dreyfus and Anthony Albanese had enormous influence and they acted in an utterly cowardly way from afar and they were the true architects of my doom. 

All they had to do then was rely on everyones judgement stigma shame fear misunderstanding and discrimination to meet with my honest portrayals of my life of oppression. This did make me seem crazy. In this way my scapegoating was born and my most inner circle of confidants was irrevocably compromised and this is absolutely necessary for the victim of a conspiracy to be sacrificed or exterminated.

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Now I am dead they will also try and vilify me with drug abuse or madness to redact any liability for the role they played in my murder. On the whole this will work and it is reliant on peoples sense of justice and the rule of law and peoples conscience to bring about true justice. As we all know though I ended up being a hated man and no one will care that I am dead. In actual fact, its what people want. In all of your your pointed neglect, it is what you created. My life was art and I guess my murder was somehow an art piece as well with these published bittersweet words.

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My political and systemic problem:

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I was a rejected whistleblower across multiple government agencies despite being a public official for the purposes of the PID act, and also the former partner of a high ranking public official Stefan Iasonidis which also made me eligible to make a PID.

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I was rejected a lawyer and access to the law and equality before the law over fifty years and never had representation,

I simply could not go to police to report the systemic corruption, or even being drugged and raped by Iasonidis.

Despite enormous evidence to the contrary no Government agency or politician would admit or acknowledge the relationship ever existed.

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In this way I was ex communicated from the Australian Government as a person with a clean criminal record in exile a ‘free’ citizen in his own country which was a democracy.

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No one could help me even though they could - indeed anyone could have I guess but God had other plans. God is great and all glory to god. I died an innocent victim yet grateful for my life.

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Had someone had have said to me at eighteen save up money and get a moderate hose in the suburbs and have a comfortable life I would have much preferred my life of adventure with all its colourful characters and vast array of experiences different spaces and places and it was never boring.

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No one could help me and everyone acted towards my detriment…

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Not any politician, 

Not the health minister,

Not the mental health minister

not a police officer, 

not a fireman, 

not any lawyer, 

not a priest, 

not a nun, 

not a hospital, 

not a psychologist (I had none) 

not a psychiatrist (I had none), 

not a GP (I had none), 

not the public interest disclosure system, 

not the media, 

not any gallery I exhibited at, 

not SANE Australia, 

not the Dax Collection, 

not HCC, not MHCC, 

not The Police,

not IBAC, 

not the Victorian Inspectorate, 

not AHPRA, 

not NHPOPC, 

not the Victorian Ombudsman, 

not the DDLS, 

not VMIAC, 

not an ombudsman, 

not the NDIS, 

not the NDIS Commission, 

Not services australia

Not the DSS

Not the federal court

not the sexual redress scheme, 

not a mental health advocate, 

not Office of Public Prosecutions, 

not my publisher Allen and Unwin, 

Not VCAT,

not Victoria  University, 

not my former employer, 

not work safe, 

not ComCare, 

not the AAT, 

not member Purnell, 

not LIV, not legal aid, 

not the AHRC, 

not AFCA, 

not the NACC, 

not the attorney general, 

not AGIS, 

not ASIC, 

not APRA, 

not AFSA, 

not the Tax Department, 

not a chemist or justice of the peace, 

not my former partner (he was pivotal in this with death threats on me), 

not family 

not friends, (Thanks for the $30 bucks Dad and $40 Mum), 

not a neighbour, 

not a shop owner, 

not the prime minister, 

not my uncle, 

not my brother or sister (they both pointedly neglected me), 

not my father 

nor my own mother.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Run out of options I even emailed the UN for protection:

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Rich McLean's situation constitutes an emergency disclosure for Public Interest Disclosure (PID) purposes due to the pressing threats to his life and well-being. His circumstances involve severe human rights violations, constant surveillance, and threats to his safety.

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Furthermore, the complete exhaustion of all avenues for redress within the Australian government highlights the urgency of the matter. Rich's multiple PIDs have been systematically rejected, and government officials, including the Prime Minister, have failed to intervene effectively. He was referred from the Attorney General to ASIS, which neglected to act, and subsequently to the Commonwealth Ombudsman, who also rejected his PID and refused further correspondence.

This alarming series of events underscores the critical breakdown in the Australian government's ability to address Rich McLean's human rights abuses. It is important to note that Rich, a 50-year-old individual with disabilities and diagnoses, including schizophrenia, ADHD, an adjustment disorder, and a cognitive brain impairment, has never had legal representation. He is unable to report grave offenses, including being drugged and raped, let alone systemic corruption.

Even in cases where his PIDs were rejected, one instance from the Federal Court acknowledged an imminent threat to his immediate harm and welfare. Given the severity of his situation, the United Nations must immediately acknowledge and intervene in his human rights abuses to ensure his safety, protection, and justice.

 

I am bankrupt and officially homeless, a destitute soul with no means for sustenance, medical care, or even the barest necessities. My life is a relentless nightmare, where I've been stripped of my legal rights, unable to report crimes to the authorities. This is a tale of calculated and heartless victimization, one borne of malicious intent.

 

Let there be no doubt – my destitution is not a reflection of character flaws or personal weakness. It is a deliberate, intentional design aimed at my complete impoverishment. A sinister scheme crafted to break my spirit and reduce me to a state of powerlessness.

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Even the highest office in the land, the Prime Minister, refuses to acknowledge my suffering. My former partner, a cruel puppeteer, exploited me, subjecting me to coercive financial control and family violence, all while every government agency denying the very existence of our relationship.

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Former Attorney General Michaelia Cash turned a blind eye to systemic corruption within institutions like the AHRC and AFCA. My documented human rights abuses have been ignored, left unsigned and uninvestigated, further perpetuating my torment.

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When I sought help, the Prime Minister's office directed me to Attorney General Mark Dreyfus. His office suggested I turn to ASIS or the Commonwealth Ombudsman. But ASIS, well aware of my plight, coldly refused to intervene. The Commonwealth Ombudsman, in their callous indifference, rejected my Public Interest Disclosures (PIDs) and refuses any further engagement.

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This campaign of oppression, these premeditated decisions to strip me of prosperity, have spanned years. They have forced me to the brink of despair, pushing me towards a desperate suicide attempt. That attempt was recorded as fatal in the Werribee Mercy Hospital Freedom of Information (FOI) records.

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Now, I bear the heavy burden of a cognitive brain impairment, a result of the tragic ordeal I've endured. My suffering has been systematically whitewashed, even by the very institutions tasked with upholding justice.

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HCF, in a predetermined decision, refuses to pay my Income Assist insurance, leaving me to languish in desperation. To further silence me, they threaten me with an Apprehended Violence Order (AVO) from a staff member I've never even met.

My WorkCover claims, after being rejected at Comcare and later upheld at the AAT, were never paid. This miscarriage of justice was exacerbated by the involvement of high-profile government lawyers like Kate Watson, who knew they were exploiting my vulnerability, disregarding the human rights of a person with a disability.

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I battle schizophrenia, ADHD, an adjustment disorder, and a cognitive brain impairment. Recently, while incarcerated, I was informed by psychiatrist Virginia Lay that I have HIV, adding yet another layer of torment to my existence. It has proven to be false but she simply meant to cause distress.

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Tim Gos of AFCA, with evident malice, delayed, denied, and deferred my financial settlement, completely out of step with their own policy, which mandates a six-week resolution for financially marginalized individuals.

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Liz Lindsberg, within AHRC, shamelessly favored the opposition, free-kicking an over-million-dollar decision. The AHRC blatantly refuses to investigate my documented human rights abuses, casting aside any pretense of impartiality or fairness.

I have been treated unfairly and subjected to profound abuse, all part of a conspiracy designed to pervert the course of justice. Every conspiracy must infiltrate the inner circle of the victim, and my own family has now cast me aside, fully aware of my desperate struggle, effectively becoming my enemies, putting me at risk of unspeakable harm.

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This is a story of relentless torment, of deliberate cruelty, and of an unwavering quest for justice in the face of insurmountable odds.

 

I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing to you today on behalf of Mr. Rich McLean, an Australian citizen who is facing severe human rights abuses and imminent threats to his health, welfare, and safety. The gravity of this situation compels us to seek your immediate intervention and investigation into his case.

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Rich McLean has been a victim of a conspiracy to pervert the course of justice, which has led to prolonged oppression and victimization. This systematic campaign against him has already pushed him to attempt suicide nearly three years ago. The malicious redaction of his prosperity and the callous disregard for his well-being by various agencies, including the police, politicians, and public officials, have further exacerbated his suffering.

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The threats to Rich McLean's life are not to be taken lightly. He has been subjected to death threats and is under surveillance by government agencies, for which he possesses substantial evidence. These threats and surveillance have left him in a state of constant fear and insecurity.

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What makes this case even more critical is its involvement of high-ranking officials and agencies on both federal and state levels within Australia. Among those embroiled in this matter are the Prime Minister of Australia, the Attorney General's Office, and several statutory agencies, including ASIO, AGIS, ComCare, the AAT, AHRC, AFCA, and many others. The implications of these allegations are of great concern for the integrity of Australia's government and its commitment to upholding human rights.

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We kindly request that the United Nations Human Rights Council launch an immediate investigation into the human rights abuses suffered by Rich McLean. This investigation should encompass all aspects of his case, including the conspiracy to pervert the course of justice, threats to his life, surveillance, and the complicity of government agencies and officials.

Time is of the essence in this matter, as Mr. McLean's life is in immediate danger. Your intervention can make a significant difference in ensuring his safety, securing justice, and upholding the fundamental principles of human rights.

We eagerly await your prompt response and action on this matter. The international community looks to the United Nations Human Rights Council to protect the rights and well-being of individuals like Rich McLean who face grave injustices.