Beating the Department of Wankers and Parasites at their own game

On the 20th Jan this year I kicked out my drug using and dealing son who was down as my carer. At the beginning he was just that my carer, but by the time I kicked him out he was anything but a carer, so often he would ask me for money saying keep the carers allowance until I have paid you. Like a fool I often gave him the money or paid his car repair bills, even his insurance and road tax, one year paying out nearly £900 without a penny being paid back. 

I knew something was up near the end because I would get up and the fridge would have been raided, loaves of bread eaten, alcohol consumed, and through the night he had his bedroom full of people who just, I assume, helped themselves to whatever they could get their hand on. 

He even bought himself a dog 

I started by putting 5 simple rules on his bedroom door 

1. I go to bed they leave
2. No helping yourself to stuff (this was for the people he had in)
3. Be in for meals or go without

I forget the other 2. He even tried to abuse those simple rules saying he thought they meant him as well! Was he fucking stupid or what? He went out and would leave the puppy with the other dogs and I was left to clean up after it and take out 3 dogs, now down to one as the other died, and the puppy pulled the flooring up and chewed it, it went that day before he got back. It took just another two weeks before he went again asking for more money and my ever decreasing bank account was getting low, not excessively but getting to the point where I would have lost 1% interest on the money in the bank. I told him no but he kept on asking for the money saying he owed people it, after a day of him asking I told him no and if he asked one more time he was out. Well less than an hour passed and he asked again so as I said he went, he tried to hit me but my aggression towards him meant he went with little fuss, he knew he had gone too far. He returned the next day for a letter saying I had kicked him out so he could say he was homeless and apart from a week later that is the last I saw of him. I changed the locks and when he tried to get in he couldn't so he left.

Now to get down to how I beat the DWP. 

On the 22nd I checked the bank account before going to bed and the carers allowance had gone in so I made a note and stuck it by the PC and went to bed it simply read notify CA of son not been my carer any more.

In the morning I got up and took the dog out then booted up the PC then went to make a drink. while the kettle was boiling I made a search for a contact email for carers allowance, I found it then made my drink of tea and put it next to the PC then opened the email and copied the address into the box and the subject as Son no longer my carer.

I put in a short email that he the son, and his name, was no longer my carer as I had kicked him out and if they sent me an account number and sort code I would transfer it back to them. I also inform the ESA place I want them to pay me the severe disability premium as I now live alone and as I receive income based ESA an entitled to the payment added to my ESA. Next Sunday before bed I check again and again another payment of CA has gone in, they obviously cannot read or the email address was one that is only read occasionally by them, so I get their phone number and set my number to withhold caller ID then make a note to call them after taking the dog out. 

That Monday morning I call them and they say it shouldn't have gone into my account so I start on them saying he was a drug dealer and user and he had it into my account so he could pay me the board and I take the rest out and pay him cash. I also tell them if they send any mail here for him it will be sent back with not at this address on it. Again they try to say I should keep hold of it for him to which I say not a fucking chance it comes straight back and I did just that put it back in the post with NOT AT THIS ADDRESS on it. I then start waiting for the increase in my payments, namely the SDP, but it doesn't happen so the beginning of March I send them an email entitled NOTICE OF INTENTION TO PROSECUTE giving them 14 days from the 6th of the month as I sent it on the Friday evening and stating that on the 21st I would start court proceedings. Come the Sunday 19th I forget to check the bank and Monday morning, the 20th, I get a letter from the DWP thinking it is their third party parasite company, Maximus or CDHA, as they like to use calling me for an assessment I go to the the county court page to download the papers then suddenly remember the letter said DWP not Mximus or CDHA, so I open it and find they have paid me over £300 into my account, taking me just over the limit for money in savings. Well I quickly go to a cashpoint, just near the supermarket, well as quick as my legs will let me, 25 minutes for a 2 tenths of a mile round journey, boy am I getting slow in my old age, I draw out the over the limit amount. Then Thursday they Put in another £330+ I draw the £300 and spend the rest on shopping.

And that is how you beat the DWP! You know you should be paid the money and they simply refuse or reply asking you to contact them by phone. I would never contact them by phone because all they do is lie and log it as a call and nothing about the contents of the call.

In my notice of intention I sent them a copy of every email and reply, including headers, so they knew they were beat, they just held the money until the last minute, they might have even gone and got my bank records again so they could put me over the savings limit but now I know how those wankers operate I will beat them every time, because if you go over the limit you have a set time to get back to that limit, normally before your next payment for that benefit so you could be £550 over and due another payment in 7 days but because you get 28 days to use the PIP money and the same with any other benefit classed as income you are only classed as having it as savings after the next payment of the benefit.

The best advice I can give anyone is get a safe for any money you have above the limit and keep it in that the only downfall is when they change the notes or coins you would have to keep putting money in the bank and withdrawing the same amount in the new notes and that would be suspicious activity on a regular basis, like daily or every other day. Hopefully by 2021 all the conversions will be done so that should be that for some time. 

I am Daniel Blake!

I am just like Daniel Blake, are you?
From 2007, no longer,  I have had a series of illnesses that have progressively got worse, and as the medications make me extremely aggressive and have done since early 2000, not long after when I first started taking them.
Up until then I used to eat anything I wanted and never put on more than a pound or two but lost it quickly, I weighed just 10.5 stone and could eat 5 big mac meals and still not feel full and finish off anything the wife didn't want. I don't eat them now but you may say that's why you put weight on but that was not so, I used to eat all the junk foods and never gain weight. I even went out for meals and when asked what I wanted would say the biggest meal on the menu, one time getting a 72 ounce steak with chips, tomato, salad, mushrooms & peas and if you ate it all in 45 minutes you got it free I demolished it In under 25 minutes with a starter and desert, I even had half the wife's 12 ounce steak and her peas and mushrooms. Now I won't touch anything bigger than a 16 ounce steak and often choose an 8 ounce steak when out, all because if I ate like I used too, I would be around double the weight I am now.

In 2008 the DWP (Department of wankers and Parasites, as I call them) decided I was fit for work so I decided from that day to make their employees lives hell, and boy did I, so much so that even the security (or chocolate fireguards as I called them) wouldn't come near me. It started while I was waiting for the appeal I signed on and told the job centre after signing that morning I was moving to a place near Leeds. They asked when so I said when I get home from here today. The place I was signing on at did fuck all in helping me and they were glad to have me off their books and the responsibility of another centre. On checking out the position of the address of the new job centre I was going to I found that there was a closer one just half the distance from my new address so I printed it off with a wording I had found that said a person would sign on at their nearest job centre they said it wasn't my nearest centre in my postal area so I lost it in there and that was my first,and only, contact with their security guard who very quickly melted away after I told him I am thinking of 3 ways to end your life pick a fucking number 1, 2, or 3, he disappeared quicker than shit off a stick. The person I was seeing then proceeded to claim I must look for full time work and gave me the form to sign so I ripped it up and said start again and this time take into account my fucking disabilities. she tried to claim my only disability was being abusive so I really kicked off. The security took no notice of her they really didn't want to go face to face with me, but the disability employment adviser caught her tension and he came over I finished off with him and only having to look for 16 hours work per week. That really cut the number of jobs that I could do down. Many times I never applied for one job as most jobs were either Zero hours or full time, I had already said to previous people on signing on that I would not apply for jobs that were zero hours and  got away with it even though one person tried to claim that most zero hour jobs rarely meant zero hours but I shut him up saying that if I got 16 hours for two weeks but nothing for two weeks would I get two weeks JSA? I then went on to say of course I fucking wouldn't as they would average it out at 8 fucking hours a week if anything I would get it made up to £64+ for a week. This went on for 18 months until I went into hospital for, by what the surgeon called, a routine operation, they claimed I would be in hospital 1 week, that 1 week was nearly 5 weeks. I went in weighing over 17 stone (113.7Kg) and came out weighing around 10 stone (65.3Kg). My first point of call on the way home was to a cash point to get out some money, when I went in the maximum amount you could withdraw was £400 when I came out it had been reduced to £300 and no amount of me trying to get £400 would allow a withdrawal. I found out when I got home that the amount had been reduced by 25% when I was in hospital and a quick on line check revealed that no JSA had been paid but I put in a claim for ESA claiming from the day I went into hospital and I got paid from the day after I went in hospital. The one bonus was that the ESA was more than I ever got on JSA by over £40 due to the severe disability premium because of my DLA, now they would possibly try to withhold the person knowing the extra money was due if they got DLA, or PIP as it's now known as.
I got my assessment date but I had included a copy of every appointment I had and they gave me an appointment that clashed with a hospital appointment date I had sent them. I called to cancel but I didn't know if my daughter could make it but what had they expected me to do go to the hospital for a 11.30 appointment have the appointment and wait for the transport back home then try and make it to the assessment for 1pm, which If I hadn't cancelled I wouldn't have made it, as I got home at 12.50pm, just 10 minutes before the appointment time, in short I would never had made it to both appointments and as I have always said first know appointment takes precedence over a later one no matter what! so that's why I cancelled but the trouble in getting a new appointment they just give me a date and time and when I said I don't know if the person can bring me on that date she said tough you can change it for an earlier date but not a later one I started swearing and she hung up.

It came that the daughter could and on getting there we parked in the DWP car park as I had a blue badge saved walking 100 meters from the pay and display car park up to the door there was a shallow ramp or a series of two steps,I took the ramp every time stopping half way up each ramp for a minute or two this was obviously a test to say reliably safely and repeatedly an action could be performed. Fuck them they lost, we got in and I made,very slowly, for the chair by the door as it was the only door to go through that wasn't an exit by the time my daughter went up to the window and handed in my appointment letter, it was a copy I had the original at home, she said you're late, I took my phone out and immediately said no we're fucking not you lying bitch my time says we're 6 fucking minutes early. The security guard (chocolate fireguard) got up from  the only chair with arms in the place,  to walk across I immediately said pick a number between 1 and 3 he replied why so I said the number depend on how long you live get the right one you may live until an ambulance arrives the others mean instant death. He thought for a moment then turned round and sat down.
My daughter came over and asked if I had any ID on me and I replied in a loud voice who the fuck would come here to verify information they have already been fucking given unless it was the fucking person named on the fucking letter. I half expected the chocolate fireguard to get up and try and come over but he didn't move. about 3 minutes later a very nervous person opened the door and called my name, it turned out she was an Asian GP  as I looked at her as I was helped up by the daughter and she followed us along the corridor telling us to turn into the room it took me about 2 minutes to walk those 25 meters. I could tell from the start she wanted little or no interaction with me as the person at the window had gone off and notified her I was here and wasn't prepared to be walked over. She started off the questions and immediately looked at my daughter for the reply so I let her answer, the questions lasted about 45 minutes then she said to me can you do this so I said no I fucking cannot I am not a fucking performing chimp. She seemed shocked that I swore, but I had been like it since I got in there. She ventured round from her side of the desk and immediately tried to take my walking stick I grabbed it close to me and said you look with your fucking eyes not your fucking hands. She let out a little ggrrrrr as she retreated to the safety of her PC tapping away she said I have finished and then signed off from the PC and followed us again to the door and along the corridor she punched a code into the door lock and let us out.
As we got to the door the chocolate Fireguard got up and moved to the other end of the room, definitely wanting to keep his distance.  It took about three weeks to get the result letter but after 4 days I had called them for a copy of the report, the 40 days passed and I forgot about it having got a fortnightly amount of £320+ going into my account, almost twice my JSA £170+. Was I happy? You bet I was. Then at the end of 2010 the ex wife died she owed thousands on gas and electric as well as other bills, she had not declared our son as living there so he had no right to live there but as it was cold weather I told him to stay put until I could get through and take possession as I was still listed on the tenancy, then there would be sod all they could do. I got through a week later then when the estate manager wanted the son to move out I told her you should have taken me off the tenancy when I fucking asked and as now you will be asking me to take over the payments for the rent owed there is fuck all you can do bye and shut the door on her.
A few days later She called me and I said I would only accept a certain area of the city, the central area, she tried to make out getting this area was very rare unless you are top of the waiting list, but I held out and a few months later was offered a place close to where I wanted. I made out I would think about it but all the time I knew I would take it. I just wanted to make them sweat, and while I had the keys they couldn't let it. In the end I accepted it, but I left it a couple of weeks before I notified the DWP I had moved, I mean you want time free from when you are due a payment of ESA or DLA and as I was due DLA the week of the move I held off until the following week when my ESA payment had gone in sending both the DLA and ESA an email saying I had moved from address A to address B on date just like when I moved into the ex's place in 2010.

Then we move forward to May 2012 and another ESA50 drops through the letterbox I am a bit pissed off because the ESA72 says I will be contacted again on or after 26/5/12 but the return date is after the 26th so I am not too bothered. It takes the DWP over 8 weeks to do a paper report on 124 pages of evidence and the report but even though this says the same longer term BS in the paper report I just don't have the strength to fight them, I know that just the phrase on the report and the ESA113 could get me another 12 months but I let it slide. There was no WFI letter with the award letter and the ESA72 clearly stated WE WILL CONTACT YOU AGAIN ON OR AFTER (DATE) WHERE YOU MAY BE SENT ANOTHER ESA50 OR ASKED TO ATTEND AN APPOINTMENT. 

For a whole 10 months I got peace off the DWP not one letter apart from the yearly increase letter. then In May 2013 another ESA50 I quickly remember 2012 so search for the copy on my PC I find it along with the ESA72 I quickly print off page 2 of the ESA72 and type out a letter to enclose with the blank copy I am going to send back to them. For once I don't have brain freeze and the letter writes itself in one day I open their junk mail put it in their envelope with a complaint letter and a copy of page 2 of the ESA72.
48 hours pass and I do another letter to the DWP and a copy of page two of the ESA72. They reply that they send them out two months early and always have so that on or about the date on the ESA72 the claimant will be having an assessment. My reply is along the lines of not in 2012 so always is a load of fucking bullshit. I find the envelope the 2012 ESA50 came in clearly franked 17/5/12 and enclose it with another letter telling them I am thinking of prosecuting them as I have enough evidence for a case against the DWP. They send another bullshit letter, and say they have notified ATOS to issue another ESA50 and just 4 days later it arrives another fucking ESA50 with a return date before the date on the 2012 ESA72 my first thought is send the fucking thing back to them with a copy of court papers, but as the date is just 6 days before the date on the ESA72 I decide to fill it in add all the papers then when they send the reminder wait until the last minute and ask for three weeks because I am awaiting paperwork to enclose with the form, it works but they only allow me two weeks, still it's after the date on the ESA72 so in a way I won.
This time they are very quick in doing a paper report, I think they know they have met their match and I get another two years only this time they send three letters the award letter, a WFI letter and a breakdown of how much I would get. The WFI is just a week away and when me and the daughter turn up they keep us waiting before the manager sees us and claims the person who was to deal with me had an emergency to attend too, I bet he had to go home for a change of pants after reading the any other info page on the ESA form it said over 3 quarters of the page all verbal communication would be audio recorded. And you can bet I was, I go in a DWP or anywhere associated with them and I record covertly. Some job centre NAZI'S hate been recorded and do anything to avoid it, the manager admitted he hadn't done one of these for years so my daughter quickly changed it from a WFI to a maternity claim which he was more than happy to do so when I got home I deleted the recording.  Then Mid December another letter arrives this for another WFI this one is the beginning of Jan 2014 I have an appointment the same day in Newcastle so cancel I get a new one for Feb and it lasts just 9 minutes her first words are you should be in the support group she asks for a contact number, I could have give her the home number because I don't have a phone connected to the line, and who knows their mobile number, oh I do but just looked blank so she wrote on the appointment letter for someone to contact her and give her a contact number I threw it in the bin outside just round the corner from the office. Then I mid 2014 I remembered about asking for an ESA72 copy and sure enough the 2014 copy had changed from the 2013 copy it had taken out the contact on or after section, sneaky little parasites, maybe I should have taken them to court in 2013.  

In just over 4 months it will be 4 years since my last WCA but all I say is bring it on they can try all the crap they like I am ready for them. If they try the old info bullshit they will be told there as been no change so it's still fucking relevant! I have answers for all their crap, from paying bills to shopping, and so should all those going to be interrogated by them. It's not the claimants fault if the HP hasn't read the ESA50 or PIP02 form so what is stopping you from saying in the interrogation Just as it says on the bloody form? If they ask for you to say how you shop, pay bills or other info you have put on the form you could tell them, which shows them you have no memory problems, or you can say read the fucking form! This will more than likely end the assessment. If you have put in the form you react to been provoked and you have taken a copy of the form and information sent with you, then why can't they read this? It's because they want you to say something that isn't on the form so they can then take that part of the statement out of the full statement and say that the claimant states this which is just part of the whole statement. 
They may ask can you cover 50 meters and you may say "Given enough time I could cover 50 meters" They are looking for things to put in saying you can cover that distance so in a reply they would put CLAIMANT STATES: THEY CAN COVER 50/100/200 METERS. When you started with GIVEN ENOUGH TIME but enough time could mean twice as long or longer than a person of a similar age meaning they are to assume you are not capable of doing that distance, so straight away they lie on the report. That's why I say put it all in the form and if they cannot read it that's their fault, it certainly isn't yours. 

All I can suggest is you try it putting everything on the forms like bill payments on-line shopping they all make adjustments to bills or tell you how much they will take every month for the following year, apart from shopping you get the amount with every order, telling them you don't watch TV, video's or blue-rays. anyone can listen to the radio for free even if just for background music, or chat, there's nothing worse than been in a house with no sounds.

THAT'S WHY I AM DANIEL BLAKE