THE CASE FOR A GOVERNMENT STIPEND

THE CASE FOR A GOVERNMENT STIPEND, NOT A PENSION or something?

This was written in August 2000 when applying for a Centrelink pension, which I was granted in September of that year, but not until after a three-or-so year battle with the dogs, who went to extraordinary lengths to confuse and deceive me, and deprive me of work and any chances to find a job.
I submitted it as an 'attachment' to the Lismore Centrelink office with my application for a pension, and is pretty-much as submitted in 2000.

(And it worked!).

This is an example of how we the people can "win" (albeit a small victory) against the supposed odds of our monstrous bureaucracy.

Certainly, mine is a most extraordinary case.

But I urge any in a similar situation of being utterly frustrated by the fascist bureaucracy at the likes of Centrelink (Australia's national Social Security Department), to be inspired, take heart, and have the faith that you, and you, and you are the one's who will change the rotten fucking world, into the Beautiful one we all, deep in our hearts hunger for.

See what you think............

Attachment to APPLICATION for an INTELLECTUAL DISABILITY PENSION for MAX NICHOLS COOK

For about four years I have toyed with the idea of applying for an Intellectual disability Pension.

The reason I've not pursued this idea is because of the implications such an "admission'' on my behalf would have, primarily for those who oppose me on political ideology.

I put it that you know very well that the reason for my abject financial condition and concomitant homelessness is singularly because I have been on the receiving end of a prolonged political campaign, because of my stance for the most fundamental economic and political reforms.

We both know why this is constantly denied by everyone involved, myself being the only one who will not be coerced or forced into speaking dishonestly about my past.

I have done nothing wrong, and my actions over the last eight or nine years have been exemplary, albeit that I say so myself, considering the extraordinary pressures I have been under.

I have never denied my tormented and dysfunctional upbringing, and the effects that has had on my psyche and on my ability to function in society.

However, at 22 years of age, I determined to make a better person of myself.

At 28 years of age, I went further and sought to discard my own opinions and beliefs as questionable in their veracity, choosing to listen to others and explore avenues of self improvement.

Because of the social pressures inherent in the roles of employment I found myself in, particularly in the nineteen eighties, while out-of-hours, in my own time, attending night school courses in languages, social studies, law and history, as well as others, I struggled against the constant distractions of western Christian materialism as it has been thrust upon Australians for decades if not centuries.

For at an early stage in my self-development I realised that this same western Christian materialism was in itself a, if-not-the most dangerous "distraction" and preventative to a person Realising their True Inner Self, or, their Holy Spirit.

Consequently, knowing by the late nineteen eighties that Self Realisation was a person's most important task in Life, I gave myself no choice but to reject most-if-not-all of the usual Australian lifestyle expectations, of materiaIism, of the common and destructively narrow religious beliefs, of corruption and deceit, and of the popular persuasions toward being egocentric and politically ignorant.

Again, I readily admit that by nineteen ninety one (1991), the torment of my youth was resurfacing, and made my ability to socialise within the parameters of what is to the Wise a clearly dysfunctional society, nigh on impossible.

However, with dedication and persistence, by nineteen ninety three I maintain that I had successfully worked my way through the worst of my problems of the psyche, and was well on the way to being a Human Being of cheerful disposition, intelligence, Spiritual Devotion and balance.

The only remaining area in which I lacked was social skills.

As for any intellectual disability as a psychologist or psychiatrist might diagnose, I maintain, there was perhaps only the smallest sign, far less than would disqualify myself or anyone from being able to find rewarding and responsible employment in any one of the many fields of employ I have an excess of natural talent to work in.

However here, I am bound to state that after having worked and studied lone and arduously to establish a better, if-not the best way for a male Human Being to think and act, and having arrived near to that way, it was even then clear that I was risking becoming a man totally unsuited to the society in which I lived.

For it was clear, as it had been painfully clear to me for perhaps two decades, that the society most Australians are expected to integrate with, was and increasingly is, a most dysfunctional society.

A society built upon corruption, deceit and theft is fit only for those of us who are ourselves corrupt and deceitful thieves.

I was, and am, none of these.

So how on earth can I maintain my Values of Piety, Chastity, Service, Honesty, Humility and Compassion in a society which ''prides" itself on being everything which is in opposition to such Values?


In summary, I put it to you that, although the extra seventy or eighty dollars per week would alleviate my need to "live" in a garage, and enable me to live a more Humane life, with heating and a bathroom, a kitchen and a bedroom, I utterly reject this morally abject government's requirement that I state I suffer an Intellectual disability when it is entirely that same government's actions and diseased attitude which has put this Good man where I am in the first place.

Indeed, my contributions to Victorian State politics, to the debate on Aboriginal Reconciliation, to advice on federal policy on immigration, on Australian/Chinese international relations, on reform of the Catholic and Protestant religions in Australia and across the world, and the huge and wholly positive effects rising from these selfless contributions, are I put it, known to you and your superiors and to God Above, as proof beyond all doubt that

1) I do not suffer from an intellectual disability,

2) rather it is the society itself, from the highest echelons down which in fact is not only suffering from an intellectual disability but is hemorrhaging from that combined with the awry and demonic attempts to cure it,

3) I deserve nothing less than a modest stipend of at least the same amount as the pittance of a pension your crumbling bureaucracy pays disabled people,

4) any inability of mine to partake of the society and workforce in my own country of birth, to the point of being able to sustain myself and a family in modest comfort in a location of my own choice, is instead the fault of the corrupt deceitful and tyrannical people of this very same country of Australia, who are or have been under the criminal influence of the evil agents of Mrs Elizabeth Mountbatten (Windsor) of England and that foreign power's Anglican Church.

Therefore, because of the disgusting behaviour of this erroneously Anglophile nation of people, I hunger for an early grave, for my general opinion of you all is that you disgust me to the hilt, if only for your cowardice in the most simple matter of honesty with regard to my undeserved treatment from the Australian and British governments over the last six or seven years.

As is typically the case with such feeble-minded people as the "normal" Aussie, my untimely death will bring it home to you and your kind how pathetic you have been, and your remaining days will be lived in some semblance of regret that you didn't afford me the meager remuneration I humbly, in service, deserved.

I conclude with the supposition; it is wholly fortunate for you that your Church education excelled in one thing, which was that of screwing your conscience right out of your life, so you may still sleep at night.

But get ready, for one day you will catch up with it, and what a collision of opposites it will be.


Yours, Max Nichols Cook