Måned: juli 2014

Hi,

I send this complaint to you, since LGO have stopped monitoring their
e-mail-addresses.

Liverpool Direct writes my last-name wrong, in two different ways,
(Ribbsscog and Ribsscog), I think that doesn’t seem very resepectful.

Also, who is this member of the public, that they are refering to?

They don’t even explain if it’s just some of my old class-mates in
Norway, (from high school), or who it is.

It should be openness in society, I think.

So when I asked them what initiated something, then they should
explain, and don’t try to cover up, by saying ‘member of the public’,
instead of a name.

Also these concerns or ‘concerns’ by my Housing Officer, are new to me.

Why have this been going on behind my back between LHT and the Council.

This surely must be wrong, that LHT would do that?

And I asked the Council what iniated that the Police visited me on 14/4.

And they mention ‘concerns raised by Merseyside Police on 14/4’.

But that makes no sense really.

That’s like something written by a moron, I’d say.

That they invent stuff, to try to cover up, that they have just acted
on an anonymous e-mail from someone who try to distroy my life, or
something.

I get pizza on my door all the time.

Pizza/fast-food that I haven’t ordered.

And which isn’t paid for.

So someone sit on the internet and order pizza for me.

And this has happened almost a hundred times now.

The Police aren’t interested in investigating who orderes this
pizza/fast-food in my name.

And I’m also the victim of a lot of telepest, and targeted spoofing on
the internet, etc., etc.

The Police aren’t interested.

They said I’ve pushed a button on the internet, that makes me get all
these pizzas, etc.

I have a degree in IT, and know that’s just bullsh*t.

The IPCC ignore my police-complaints, (they’ve blocked my e-mail-address).

So this is like the UK is like a big degenerated colony from a
post-atom-war time, or something, I think.

The Council also say Careline Social Workes have visited me.

But that’s a lie.

I haven’t had any visit by social-workers here.

And I don’t want any.

All I want is that the Jobcentre send me my allowance, on time.

But that’s to much to ask for, it seems.

So this I wanted to complain about.

Regards,

Erik Ribsskog

PS.

Also, when I moved in at LHT, a couple of years ago.

I complained about that the lights in the ceiling/roof, didn’t work.

(I had to buy a foot-lamp at Argos, to get light here).

Also I complained the smoke-detector had fallen down, because it made
a sound, the day I moved in, and I had to take it down, to stop it
making a noise.

Then the Housing Officer, (Sarah Vermiglio, I think her name is), got
a ‘dodgy’ electrician, to do a dodgy repair, on the smoke detector, so
that one can see a whole, in the roof, on the side, of the smoke
detector.

And then she got the proper electrician, to fix the earth-fault, or
what it was, that made only around half of the fuses work, in the
flat.

It’s like this was the Albanian mafia, or something, I think.

———- Forwarded message ———-
From: Erik Ribsskog <eribsskog@gmail.com>
Date: Sat, Apr 19, 2014 at 4:25 PM
Subject: To: Careline Adult Services. Complaint
To: Liverpool Direct <liverpool.direct@liverpool.gov.uk>
Cc: Pia Ribsskog <pia@nfunorge.org>

Hi,

I’m refering to your letter from 11/4, which I received today, (and
which I attach a scanned copy of).

Your say you’ve received some information about my financial situation.

I would like to complain about that you don’ write who has provided
you, with this information.

(What has initiated your enquiry, I was wondering.

That’s normal politenes, to explain about this, I think.

Or else things could get a bit to ‘clammy/sweaty’, I think).

I also didn’t want to give the Police my phone-number, since I didn’t
think it was an emergency any longer, when they were at my door.

So I just told the Police I had better things to do, than standing in
my door all day, chatting with them.

(I had some errands to do, etc).

And I didn’t give them my phone-number, due to that I didn’t think it
was an emergency any longer, (due to that my sister had sent me some
money for food and electricity, etc).

So I wonder: How did you get my phone-number?

(So this is also a comlaint, I think.

Why have you tried to call me, when I explained to the police-patrol,
(Alan? and Colin?), that I didn’t want any calls from the social
services, like I think they called it.

That’s also a bit sweaty/clammy, I think, (that you try to call me
about something I didn’t want you to call about, like I explained to
the police).

The problem is that the Jobcentre, have like five or ten times, just
stopped my jobseekers-allowance.

They also invent some romantic e-mails, which they say I’ve sent to their staff.

(But I’m not a hippie, I’m an earlier Store Manager, and am used with
not mixiing work and spare-time.

And I don’t even like or fancy these two staff, at Ingeus and the
Job-centre, which they accuse me of sending romatic e-mails to.

I grew up by a fjord, in Norway, and had a steph-sister, who had a lot
of sex-appeal, (like they sang in her confirmation), so these two
‘hags’, (that I’m being accused of being in love with), don’t really
wake me up.

Something like that).

So I was banned from the Jobcentres, and then I couldn’t even get a
voucher for the food-bank, and had to look for coins on the street,
for spagetti, (that only costs 20 pence), and steal once, at Tesco.

So the Jobcentre make me into a criminal.

If I e-mail the food-bank, (about a voucher), then they don’t reply.

I was at the CAB, to do with an employement-case against Arvato, in 2006.

But the CAB just messed with me, and made me lose control of the
employement-case.

So I have no confidence in them, after that, to be honest, so I don’t
like to go there, after that.

And my doctor doesn’t want to write a statement for me, regarding a
frost-bite-injury, that I got while I served my conscription-service,
in the infantry, in Norway.

(This injury made my mother almost cry, I remember.

So I guess my sister remembers about this).

The doctor, (Chang at Marleybone Healt Centre), said that injuries
like that meant I had been in a fight, and said he wouldn’t write a
statement for me.

(So this is perhaps NATO who mess with me, trough CAB and my doctor, etc.

What do I know.

So to hide that I got a frost-bite injury while I served my
conscription-service, in Norway.

What do I know).

So the problems where just to do with that the Jobcentre doesn’t
understand, that people are made of organic material, and need food,
to function, it seems.

One could say they are trying to kill me, I think.

They still haven’t sent me the money they owe me.

And it seems like they don’t plan to send any money.

(Due to some ‘communist-mafia-stuff’, I think I have to call it).

My sister has borrowed me around £100 twice, (the jobcentre owe me
around £500-600).

But she hasn’t been clear, when I asked  her, how much money, that she
has, at the moment.

So I’m not sure how long I can go on borrowing money from her.

I have about £20-30 left of the money, that she has borrowed me.

And she’ll be back at her work, (and see my e-mails), after the
Norwegian easter-holiday, (which is quite long), has finished.

So I try to get help from my sister, with this situation now.

I get frustrated, because I own some property, in Norway, which a
court in Drammen has refused me to sell, since 2011.

So this is like some communist-mafia-stuff, or something by Kafka or
Orwell, I have to say.

My mother died in 1999, and her last parent, (her mother), died in
2009, so my mothers inheritance should have been split, between my
siblings and I.

But when I ask my sister about this, (how it’s going with the
inheritance, from 2009, in Norway), then she just ignores my question.

So it’s a bit frustrating, with the Jobcentre, and the problems in
Norway, and all.

But my sister has more or less promised to borrow me around £100, (for
food, electricity and bills), each forthnight, untill I get my
allowance from the Jobcentre, again.

So I expect that my sister do like she has promised, (more or less, at least).

And I think the situation is under control.

Even if my sister doesn’t reply to everything I ask about, (and she
didn’t want to be my friend, on Facebook, some years ago.

So I wouldn’t have contacted my sister about borrowing me money for
food, if it hadn’t been an emergency).

The healt-problems was to do with that I ate to little food, (due to
that I didn’t have money), I think.

(Or if it could have been that I ate food that made me constipated.

Due to that I sat in my flat in the dark, and I didn’t get to cook the
spagetti properly, since I didn’t have the electricity, in my flat.

Due to that I didn’t get any jobseekers allowance, from 31/1 to 21/2.

And then again, from 6/3 to todays date.

So my jobseekers-allowance have been stopped twice, since January.

So I wasn’t that on top perhaps, the second time, it was stopped.

I didn’t have any savings because my Personal Advisor, at Aintree
Jobcentre, Sarah Bamber, had put pressure on me, to use my savings, on
courses from Learn Direct.

And also, when I moved in to Keith Court, a couple of years ago, then
it was unfurnished.

And the LHT-woman, who initated talking about a grant for furniture
etc., was chewing chewing-gum, in that meeting.

So I didn’t think the LHT treated me with respect, and I also thought
that form had very many pages in it.

So I’ve had to buy furniture and kitchen-machines etc., for my
jobseekers-allowance, in the last years.

So I haven’t had much savings.

And I could explain even longer back.

I was throuwn out a lot of times, for no good reasons, from Leather
Lane, University of Sunderland, Azalea Lodge in Sunderland, the
Scandinavian Church in Liverpool and MAS, between automn of 2011 and
spring 2012.

So it’s like I have some nazis on my back, (the police often do these
evictions), or something like that).

And before that it was my employement-cases against Arvato/Microsoft, and more.

So this poor treatment of me, from the Jobcentre could be linked with
my employment-case, or something political, (the British Nationalist
Party probably don’t like me, since I’m from Norway).

Who knows.

I think it’s embarrasing to get letters from social workers.

So I’m going to try to solve this by borrowing money, from my sister
Pia, untill I get my jobseekers-allowance.

But thanks for being interested.

I hope you can reply about my two complaints, (above).

So if  you could escalate this e-mail to your line-manager, please.

Regards,

Erik Ribsskog