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I was very ill before court on February 8th, 2019 for reasons that are too long to list. I am a position of life which my oldest brother repetitively claimed always happens to someone in my shoes. He gloated that a person in my endeavour always ends up in the same shoes and they never recover. A place where no one will help and no one cares. Why he found such a thing humorous is not my business to explain in this foreword.
What is my business in this foreword is the fact that I find the corrupted files and processes which I assume come at great expense to the public purse nothing short of sickening. Never mind the irreversible damage done to my life, nor the impossibility of the situation imposed to correct the situation. It feels beyond description how some people collecting a pay-cheque with all the included perks from government positions can justify their own existence. Perhaps I am wrong as I intend not to lay personal blame on anyone, but it just seems unfathomable to me that public servants could be this incompetent in serving the needs of the populace without fully knowing that they are not serving the needs of the same said populace.