Large institutions like Massey University are built on a foundation of inertia and arrogance.
They've seen "disgruntled clients" before. Their internal legal and risk teams are trained to view individual complaints as "noise" that will eventually run out of steam, money, or emotional energy.
To a bureaucrat, a flurry of emails and technical arguments is dismissed – generally with bemusement – as "antics" or “a difficult case”.
They have a wall of bureaucracy as thick as a nuclear fall-out shelter built around their institutions, populated by a large team of legal and governance-type personnel with plenty of redundancy built in to ensure against any accountability.
They assume they have more lawyers, more resources, and more time in their average "day at the office" than the average pet owner client or other individual that might need accountability from that institution. They're got almost limitless capacity to deploy the quintessential public "service" "5D" weapons of
Delay, Defer, Deny, Defend,
and finally (when the complainant is so fatigued from the marathon stonewalling),
Dismissed.
They assume that if they just keep restricting access and obfuscating the facts, the seeker of truth will eventually tire out.
But those nuclear fall-out shelter-thick walls?
They're going to need them when it comes to the case of the malpractice and the plot to kill my dog to cover it up (i.e. terminate the evidence rather than give him the chance to recover from the beyond irresponsible and arguably intentional clinical crime they perpetuated against him . . . and thus, me, as his adoring owner).
LINK TO "IT WASN'T EUTHANASIA".
So, while the suits at Massey sit back highly bemused at what they’re no doubt, at this early stage, dismissing as my “antics”, what they're yet to realise two things:
1) Actually, Massey, no, it’s NOT OK to coerce me into killing my dog under false pretences.
And because what you have done has had and will, in perpetuity have, an irreversible, permanent-impact on my life, my gut and my heart, with your extraordinary degree of sheer evil seared into my psyche and my memory, I’m here to make sure your well-deserved reputational consequences are neither lightly dismissable nor fleeting, either.
2) When dealing with a pet owner like me, with the depth of the bond I had with my dog, Harry, and the manner in which you duped me into participating with you in the ultimate betrayal of his innocence and his trust by performing what I now know to have been a completely unnecessary killing simply to get rid of the evidence of your malpractice . . . "bemusement", you are gong to soon discover, will not be a sustainable strategy.
It will not be long, before you realise that, in fact, your cold, unaccountable arrogance has become one hell of a blind spot for you.
There is a specific psychological shift that happens in a bureaucracy when a correspondent moves from "angry" to
forensically determined.
When the entertaining "noise" of what you have, to that point, lightly dismissed as simply an "aggrieved, grieving pet owner",turns into the
precision-guided reputational risk about to be brought down upon your seemingly impenetrable institution by a deceived pet owner client turned international whistleblower . . . that's where the bemusement ends and the alarm begins.
You might by now, if you're reading this, along with a large swathe of the upper socioeconomic populace of your Palmerston North market catchment
(together with the international regulatory bodies you would shudder to think would ever find out how you really operate),
have worked out that you killed the wrong owner's dog. Your malpractice and the ethically incomprehensible deception and hard core tactics you perpetuated upon me not only to coerce me into allowing you to kill Harry, but also to have me participate in his truly awful, and truly unnecessary final scene . . . they're not leaving the public gaze now, any more than they will ever leave my psyche.
Never fear though, Massey. Things can only get worse for you from here.
Because, suits at Massey, here’s why your attempt to wait out what you will discover is my long-term, sustained and wholly dedicated mission to publicly and internationally expose your operating and institutional “ethics”, will only exacerbate your miscalculation.
You Took from Me the Thing I Loved Most In All This World . . . Unnecessarily, Under False Pretences & to Cover Up Your Conscienceless Act of Malpractice (And Was It Also Revenge, Massey?)
LINK TO "WAS HARRY KELLY A MARKED DOG?"
Firstly, I have nothing left to lose. You robbed me of the thing I loved and adored most in all the world. And you did it in the most heinous way possible. Losing Harry at any time in the future would have been difficult in the circumstances of a natural death, or an unavoidable
genuine “euthanisation”.
But when you made me your accomplice in his early and completely unnecessary death because you (may I speak plainly?) either fucked up and
convenience-drugged into a coma-like condition
LINK TO
"IT WAS NOT EUTHANASIA",
and/or wanted to execute (word used advisedly) some particularly potent revenge upon a client that has multiple-times challenged your operational lackings and ethics . . . you did not leave me simply a “grieving pet owner”, Massey.
No, you created an international whistleblower.
So you may be sitting comfortably behind what you consider to be your (self-appointed) international “gold standard" façade . . . but when it is progressively exposed as exactly that – a
façade
– you may well eventually see how fickle institutional loyalty can be. That is, when there’s reputational risk accruing to your national and international associations.
You might find that despite the decades of institutional networks and the regulatory “old boys’ club” modus operandi that traditionally goes with all of that . . . that there nonetheless comes a point at which even the most entrenched loyalty evaporates when the “gold standard” fades and that association becomes a
systemic reputational risk.
It might take a while. But I'm not going anywhere.
So, Massey suits:
Enjoy your moment of sitting with a collective smirk - down upon this "powerless", "voiceless" pet owner.
But as the flyers hit the streets and the depth of my forensic audit is put in front of those international "old boys" club member - together with the detailed case study soon to be published and made publicly available at no cost - my prediction is that your "bemusement" phase will soon be over.
