Update on whistleblowing.

Update on my whistleblowing as well as this particular blog.

Hello friend,

The whistleblowing went out to nearly all the media in Sweden, after I had sent copies of my two letters as well as added photos of a patient under my care who has not consented, but is, as I openly allege, being starved to death as well as suffers horrible bed-wounds that get no care and are described as “eternal”, which is NOT a medical thing!

Maybe because I published first on my own media (which is in itself and only for the breach of secrecy in care something I had hoped the local paper would have picked up, and maybe that I took a week of from my phone, because I am working on my podcast, writing an article for Populär Historia and almost burned out due to this whole drama.. 

And maybe it is because we have lost the capability of reading or thinking anything presented in longform. Too bad, because this website and the Glass Bead Game it presents, are explicitly long-forms of artistic expression. Interrelated, anti-meme, anti 140 symbols and anti any form of binary negating in a universe that only does spectra.

Let me make it easier: Three days ago ANOTHER pernsioar dies. In an Attendo care home, IN UPPSALA.

The woman I claim is being starved, is NOT the person that died of starvation with bed soars. 

When I mentioned the person that had starved to death to the head-nurse, she guessed on YET AGAIN another person! 

There are only six Attendo homes in this town!

Three kids starving to death in seperate neighbourhood in Stockholm would have everybody screaming!!

PLEASE CALL YOUR NEWSPAPER AND INSIST THEY REPORT ON THIS BEFORE THE NOW WARNED COMPANY FIXES ALL the as of yet easily controllable things I mention! From staff insisting that they NEED TO HOLD DOWN a lovely woman who says “NO NO!” and really fights. To change her diaper.

In Uppsala, Sweden. According to me, Alexander Buhnevici, after five years full-time employment at an Uppsala, Attendo care-facility/Nursing home, the last three alone, seven nights on, seven of, on a floor for people with dementia.

I held and washed and was Doula for many Covid related deaths, take the one to the theater, try to help my colleagues and tried for the longest time to draw alarm to a great deal of things that were very wrong and turning very much worse. Most were easily remedied and could even be made in to PR campaigns where Attendo could show they are self-critical and fight for your nanna’s och grandfathers wellbeing, rather than write us internaly us we’ve done so well in budgeting the food we hand out. The last I read and screen-saved, we were going to focus on the coffee expenditure.. Already the cheapest crap findeable. 

As we promise warmth and sport & spa profile and better care than the municipality BECAUSE we are a privatized for profit company.

And my oldies pay 4105kr per month (I think the money goes to the government who subsidizes private healthcare like it does the government.. Attendo promises the local municipality they will use that money for food….

Yeah. No kidding? 

It’s not like they or similar companies in education, hospitals and care for the mentally and temporally ill, hide the fact that they are a company.

Y’all are aware enough to realize that the great elephant in the room of capitalist theory, be it Marxist, Keynsian, Utopian or other, is that any author of much lesser ability that Asimov, would have come up with the three laws of robotics

(My second point is that this blog will be my messy space. I’ll post updates and rants and these kinds of texts that show how typical and clearly sermon patterned anything I write becomes. It scared me in the beginning, as did faith. 

Because though I’ve for ages lived with a few ‘knowings’, from the moment I fell, an absolute knowing

If you don’t know that feeling (no pun) .. If you can imagine, or you are like, you having some pretty neutral voice that you may or may hate but that would tell you to give it up if you’d be surrounded by triggerhappy cops, or tells you with no pity but often to the gambler stylefull embrace of irony as the dagger to self cut with.

As a truly useful image of mans psyche as well as separate forms of speech, a via the general triune brain theory (only use for the metaphor and with the awareness of it being considered a messy or even disproven or too simple theory as in encapsulation an actual physical division, easily seen to be in perfect parallel and relation to the evolution of man.

And religious Keren, chut up. Y’r silly and science has never done anything to confirm to utter and unbelievable and, for us humans, basically mushrooms in a monkey, utterly alone balls of protein floating in a sphere of bone, two eye nerves to eyes that any Mantis Shrimp would consider blind…

Consider, and these manners to find “messages” in specially those most mysterious (jacob and the angel, the sacrificing of a son..

My goal with what I hope will be a two year performance, of which the actual living and finding my shit and my book which lies at my Glass Bead Games center, My attempt to take responsibility

But also not be a hollow man.

And the following will sound like bragging or be hard not to read like my believing that 

But we all have such blind spots! I one answered with something about not being into comedy because a friend of a friend mentioned Farell and I knew fuck all about hiphop. I once ordered a signed Dag Hammarskjöld First Edition of this very interesting Swedish Secretary General of the United nations and, inspired by whom I use the concept of Markings in my general theory of myth and meaning. I also use the simple concept of The Un as an easily understood suggestion for as to how to reconstruct and rebuild your previously simply incorrectly placed, highly individual parts of self.

I examine myself, and, through language as well as my quest for the most broken down speech and lenses, theorizing and by now deeply believing that which Musashi talks about when he says “Once you see

That is not only to tip that if you want to know about

I love long-form! 

I never had that silly belief that anyone's ideas threatened me. Or that I was ever obliged to finish reading anyones words. I write for those that may find something in my words. And seeing the world is a great big mess and I have, by means of roaming realms that may well, biochemically, be psychotic, but would be both normal and by any Christian recognized..

I’ve a half writ letter to the Abbot of a Zen Monastery outside of Örebro.  Want a place to be still. Discuss genuine experience of Satori, not in any flash or sudden rush, intensified by smoke or exhaustion, coffee or that mad professor Jack Micheline style of mine that unfortunately (to me too) feels and vibes so much like Kerouac's childishness. 

But I am not him. And my book is not finished. But c’mon! That no single European politician is talking about WHERE we should maybe start planting potatoes in ten years. Doesn’t seem strange, to you?

Instead we that dare to not look away and that DESIRE responsibility and agency. We that refuse to regurgitate (gleefully, ever gleefully) “It’s all to hell”... if you’d stick your heads over the sides of your self-constructed and unkempt (identities!) little fences, you’d notice that all the other little pens with all the other cultures and subcultures, neatly divided by the sillies idea that

All placed against an Other that is supposed to want and desire and represent the opposite of your values. Wahabi Islamists or West-Texan Fundamentalist Christian Republicans. 

In Sweden there’s a drink, julmust(Eng.Christmast. A Pepsi-like, traditional and non-alcoholic Christmas drink. After Christmas, they repackage the drink, put a bunny on it and sell it as Påskmust (Eng.Easter drink), the traditional, non-alcoholic Easter drink.

That is all of you.

Convinced you are holding on to, defending or in any way doing something not useless with negotiation and pursuit of identity.

As Skynet, which went online in 2007, with the public monetization of content, has had all your data and hired the best PR-people, social psychologists and strategists. 

Has you convinced you have an “identity” that can be defined or even argued about.

Hint: Identity is ONLY something when it is lived and fulfilled. 100 Redheads called Richard and three of them are dickheads.

What most of you think is your culture or subculture are nothing more than consumer niche’s, convinced that the little pen, you keep so diligently clean and separate from the others, makes any sense. Mocked by how that Other, you feel so different from, is fed THE SAME algorithm.

Different pronomen.

Repackaged product-line. Påskmust.

In return for genuine joy, power, career and entertainment. No nefarious bleak Mordor or cold Keano dystopias. 

Despite life, language, and no grown up EVER actually functioning like that

All taught the dogmas of an elite that cares nothing for your skin color but is based, as almost every culture and great (terrible or not) project of man, from the beautiful bone structure of my Swedish exes, to the Pyramids, The British Empire, Ford building tanks for the Nazis.. Humans use slaves and whether you keep people in chains or you let them apply for working at your Pyramid, minimum wage and no hateful slave eyes, makes little difference.

This is a pod about how tangents and longform are things we have nearly lost but that have great values. 

And we could have both.

Skynet doesn’t have to be defeated or even curtailed more than EVERY COORPERATION (Some ppl smarter and with more expertise than me should come up with a number)SHOULD BE YESTERDAY ALREADY. For the good of man.

Chut up, Neocapitalist or old money Keren! I know homeless that are better than you and I (probably) and in my local pub some of the most brilliant humans sit suicide watch on each other and accept me. Chut up. I am not interested in winning or being right or right over you. I call you silly to lure you in or to make you look or something, yes. Because Matteo Ricci, portuguese monk a hero of mine, showed that memory, as well as in effect, human pattern based attention, responds to and is ‘caught’ by, unfinished pattern, unfinished or absurd or shocking images imagined to mnemonically, train yourself to build that Hanibal the Canibal Mind Palace.

The same twelve richest families in Florence in 1427 are still today the richest.

An army could not expand from South Africa to Spain and feed itself, despite Malaria, crocodile, Hippos, snakes, lions, Jungles with bloody gorillas, blood-suckers and the goddamned Sahara Desert! Where my white ancestors could gallop a horsie from Amsterdam to Beijing and feed and army all the way. 

I’m going to return to learning how to cut audio but here is my update as well as me letting you know that this blog will be my sermons and rants and what I find as I start editing over 4000 pages with notes, inventions, short stories and rants. I will work very little at giving extra context.

For that, go to Tungotal Podcast, which I aim to show will be a genuinely high quality podcast.

Gonna write a series of proposed solutions to things, all doable or theorized to be possible to get done, via pen. By the word.

Based on the hope or thesis and as a locus of critical self-evaluation, that IF I CAN MAKE THE FIRST SMALL CHANGE

I’LL try the next. And if the next works, I’ll try the next and by that time, both me and anyone listening or reading may start to feel that my words hold more authority than they do now. Seems reasonable.

The brilliance of this is, of course, and very much like almost every move Palmer openly recommended, is that the success with the smaller project, In my case and in the limited scope of this series and my messiah complex, infuses and empowers as well as fuels the next.

Haha, ADHD anti authority, anti-messiah complex

Anti-Guru

….Just say it 

  Penny in the air

Surprise you that there were two teenagers standing on the mountain of Meggido, a short hitch away, from Afula to where you have mount Gilboa on your left and Kibbutz Yizre’els amaryllis fiels sloping to the right, you keep the right, not to Jenin but maybe a kilometer or two, dusk settling and those wonderful green lamps, neon but strangely warm, dotted throughout the West-Bank, after a few weeks, your body knowing when that age old call for reflection, community, honesty and cleansing winds and humms, mosquitos stuck in a thousand Muanims throats, velvet through the Holy Quran, slow in the dusky hillside and slower still by the thick scent of almond blossoms? On the night from 2000 to 2001, there were only two kids and a thousand really creepy centipedes amongst the archeological sites on the hill of Armageddon.

And my ex-wife can be a wild animal but I’m damn sure she ain’t the anti-Christ.

So here you have another white man that thinks he knows things, half scared out of his wits for finding himself to not only start ‘believing’, in a world where acceptance of authority, even the bending knee to Gods in the DMT empire, health care companies, any presumption of what I, what my daughters should or should not do, simply ‘because’.. 

But I do. And I’ve been planning an entertaining and I hope genuinely positive contribution to mankind. And maybe a good but tragic or atleast deeply honest book.

And, I figure that, if I am off my rocker: At Least I’m not rapey about it. At Least I’d give you safety from arms and good dreams and a bloody talking unicorn rather than tell you that you are nothing. 

And at least I have set this initial whistleblowing up so, that I will know within a week or maybe a month, whether I really really misjudged to a degree that I would consider failure.

I once wrote an application for a grant to a Minor SIDA(Swedish development agency)  field study where I proposed to live with The Black Hebrews of The Dimona Desert. They are super interesting but so is everything and so is being alive, so google them! But their leader, some charismatic black leader in Harlem, felt called to lead the black jews, the 13 or 14th tribe, back to Israel. Israeli are hella racist internally as well as externally (in general, not so many cool Israeli I know, of course) and the manner in which Ashkenazi post-Holocaust Israelis, their ties to the US as well their particular superpower of being able to play the Christian Zionists (detested by each and every Israeli, no matter what they say and for good reason.

Anyway I proposed to do my Masters Thesis anthropological field work amongst the Hebrews of The Dimona Desert because their leader, who took a flock to Israel, who dismissed them and laughed at them and gave them a small area of worthless land in the desert, and THRIVED, was immortal. Physically immortal.

In a country where there’s a Glock in every sock drawer and people set their AR-15 and other, in Gaza battle tested war-material aside, for a frappuccino or a beer. Guns everywhere!

A guru claiming physical immortality.

In suggesting that I “aimed”(pun intended”) to be there as he would happen to pass away and that I proposed to study the effects on his, probably ‘not’ being able to doge bullets, on his religious disciples and on the relatively new community, only a few generations there. If they would deny he was dead or get a vision of his imminent return on some future date or if there’d be dissolution..

Figured I could get him to say that shooting him would not kill him and …. well 

They said no. The Dwarf Empire or Smuggling in Ruili in the Golden Triangle not either. But still, would’ve been interesting.

I’m gonna leave you with this.

Update: I haven’t read an email or answered a phone call because my direct boss started to directly bully me, the amazing colleague Nazdar was beaten to a pulp and Attendo has lawyers and time and proven habit of lying and covering up, but they can’t pressure who they can’t reach so that keeps that on equal terms.

I am personally waiting to see if any news will break before Attendo’s yearly board meeting on the 24th of April or not. I hope so. Mostly I am hoping that they decided to accept my (otherwise needing 2 or 3 months notice or, as I claim, the company and my immediate boss having broken our employment contract.) and that I will get paid this month. If they accepted, I’ll get my holiday money for the days I saved up and will be able to pay rent.

If they don’t I will both post more videos. Of people that are singing and joking and asking for their kids, three weeks after medicine and 50% of food intake was taken away from the palliatively judged person. Against, at least, their will.

Anothers letter I took inspiration from that mentioned forums online. I will also press charges on myself if no one else does or nothing is readable in any newspaper by the 24th. At least then my letters become public domain and evidence and my whistleblowing as well as veracity can be tested and tried by the court.

Wondered why Israel was on my mind and realized I was humming a Shabat song I learned on a kibbutz, an amazing community I wasn’t worthy of and one of the last Kibbutzim with a communal dining hall and singing and ownership. 

I was singing Lecha Dodi to myself. 

Lekha dodi liqrat kallah

p'ne Shabbat neqabelah

Let’s go, my beloved, to meet the bride,

Let us welcome the presence of Shabbat.

Like listening to Amr Diab’s Tamally Maak on a buddy’s car, looking a a Chinook helicopter bombing shit from on top of Jenin’s Martyrs graveyard. Beautiful, though more so because the pain come from reality and it is the song that reliefs.. Or smth

The third generation becomes asshole, if they don’t have to work for their keep, struggle a bit, was of the most recognizable pattern I learned to see on Kibbutz Yizre’el, before a Swat team arrested me (stupid Brent) and Army Radio started lying about me and my female friend (just EU kids with friends on both sides of a wall, non-violence and food and literature interested kids) and we were tried under the Nazareth courtyard, hand and foot cuffs and an angry talking judge with pointing and that headmaster shit, and our lawyer apologizing because we would neither get a translator nor would he be allowed to partake of the evidence against us.. Cause classified..

Our lawyer!

Wasn’t allowed to know the charges!!

Before they gave me Diesel Therapy and I met some cool people.

Of course I made it back to the Kibbutz. Fuck them and their security services. Got deported again on the first attempt but “ingen gillar en fegis!”.

Took my changing nationality, last name, birth name and led to me being stuck with a name that, in Russian, has been told me to mean “He who drinks(a lot).

I just liked the Buch or (book to my German ear) combined with Nevici, which just sounds like “Victory of the book”, and therefore the pen, will win. Inch’allah.

The pattern I learned there was that the third generation that is privileged always become assholes and fuck it up.

A cool lady, escaped the ovens and showers, once told us that it was when the first kid wanted to have their own fridge (rather than the communal) was the beginning of the now almost all privatized kibbutzim.

Anyway, I hope all my friends on that kibbutz are safe and want to send out a specific hello to Judiska ungdomsförbundet i Sverige (Twitter). Be safe and it is voices like yours, that do not “arab”, and “yehudi” but always support other repressed people around the globe and are a humane voice in a crazy world, that have my ear and respect. I have a lot of Israel criticism in my writing but if Israel would have had direct democracy there’d be two states, and current politics do not make my Israeli friends a bit safer. You give hope because it is the young that are inheriting whatever we may have left to inherit. Of dignity and of life. Shabbat Shalom to every mensch!

And shoot around the children, joffi?