Tuesday, 10 March 2020

Alun Goodwin/Roberts paedophile obsessions with alleged sex crimes

I received an e-mail the other day to inform me that a weirdo keeps tweeting about me. I had a look and decided to pray for the poor man. What drives a person to spend his entire life tweeting about alleged sex crimes? It's not as if he's a campaigner or anything official. He's a serious offender who needs the attention of the German police. Imagine what's on his hard drive. 


Alun Goodwin/Roberts paedophile obsessions with alleged sex crimes

There's something about this person that keeps grabbing my attention. The similarities between Carl Beech and this paedo-obsessed runaway are too many to be ignored. He tweeted the now-discredited article in the Observer today https://twitter.com/ciabaudo/status/1236166232673529856  5:46 AM · Mar 7, 2020, from Rietberg, Deutschland. 

How weird is that? I mean, we all know the contents of the article were fabricated and that it has been removed from the archives so what has Goodwin/Roberts got to gain by tweeting it? I can only guess that it's because of the issue of gang rape features within the piece. Are the two small paragraphs graphic enough to excite him, to give him instant sexual gratification? Judging by his online behaviour over the past seven odd years I'm inclined to think there's no other plausible rationale behind his publicly evidenced behaviour. His attempts to deflect the true nature of his true self are evident to anyone with only the slightest knowledge of paedophilia behaviours.

His attachment to and encouragement of the convicted paedophile fraudster Carl Beech, support the many held views that this man isn't what he claims to be. His appearance online has many guises. His personal details are sketchy and are often proven to be fabrications. His output has no comparisons. There is nowhere on the internet that has more paedophilic content than this person's Twitter account. To a criminologist, what we have here is a perfect example of why we need to police the internet. It would seem that every waking hour of every day his timeline is flooded with paedophile related content. He presents it using a technique that disguises his real intended goals. One of which is undoubtedly engaging/interacting/goading/attracting others of similar ilk. Be it those accused of sex crimes, those alleging to be victims of such crimes or anyone on the peripheral of anything sex crime-related.







Tuesday, 3 March 2020

Just a quickie

Oh dear. Are the Met looking inward for some attempted perversions of justice? Might they also be looking at others who've been editing the truth, so to speak? Who knows eh? Me? Nope, I'm too busy living life and preparing myself for grandfathershipness. That said, a holiday would always be welcome:-)


Check out the date above and then see the date on the e-mail below

This e-mail was forwarded by Poulton to the Met police. The police deleted this single e-mail from hundreds of others within the unused material before disclosure of such to the CPS. It was by chance that a hard copy remained hidden in the numerous paper bundles that were eventually disclosed.

An "ad hoc decision" (created or done for a particular purpose as necessary)





"As you know, we removed the story from our archive while I made my inquiries (though it should be noted that no one had ever accessed it). Stephen Pritchard, Readers Editor, Observer.


Here's a thing, if Pritchard was providing it then he's right when he states that it hadn't been accessed. But, as is obvious from above no-one needs to access it if he's providing it. Not forgetting this information was shared with the intention of interfering with the administrative functions of legal proceedings. 


Eyes on.

Wednesday, 18 December 2019

BSB? Bloody Stupid Buggers

Well, that's that then. Some very clever legal chess was played. The BSB is like any other regulatory office in that it hasn't got a clue about any of it's dealing and doings or mechanics in the real world. No surprises there. Barbara's survived and will only gain strength from it all. It's what happens. Sometimes it takes someone or a group of humans who don't do online, to offer up a different perspective to those who become, for whatever reason, obsessed with online antics. I have the tee-shirt. May she live long and prosper.

For those that have put her there, in addition to seeing to me and others, Karma has you in its crosshairs. It'll come. It always does.

To end, let's have a bet- I bet that you think about my successful life more than I or a hundred others will ever think about your lack of such. I'll bet my life's earnings on it. Let's see where we are in five years. Because I know where you were five years ago and I can see a clear winner when I see one.

Now piss off and trot on back to Twitter.

As usual, for the best offer you're going to read on this saga go Here

Sunday, 15 December 2019

Trainee Grandfather. Experienced troll beater

This little beauty is carrying my grandchild. There are no words to suffice really. If ever there was a blessing than I've got one on the way. Due in early summer too so it's going to be a sandy and wet few first months of life with grandad and grandma on the beaches of the island. 





















Other news reaches me that I've been mentioned at length recently by the evil ones who are still satisfying themselves with paedo-porn over on Twitter and elsewhere. All those Carl Beech and Esther Baker supporters with sticky keyboard keys are still retweeting shit from 7/8 years ago. I had a quick gander and pissed myself laughing. A suspect in the abduction/kidnapping of a child a few decades ago, a self-proclaimed fantasist with more court restraints/orders/injunctions than even I know about at this moment in time. An ET look-a-like who's older than coal and a few others who've managed to unstick the letters that spell Laverty. In all honesty, it's scary what these monsters have been up to. It doesn't concern me really as I have a real life that involves real people and what's called society. 

I'm of the mind that my future will eventually involve me telling my grandchildren about the real-life trolls who tried to destroy their granddad's life but failed and as a result of their failure grandaddy grew very strong and smashed their troll worlds into pieces. We'll laugh and share ice cream and they'll want to be told the same scary story time and time again. I'll show them pictures of witches that hide during the day and only venture out for leftover food at night, and ghouls that steal and kill children and aliens with eyes like dark caves and teeth made of old smelly cheese. Also, I'll show them what hairstyles the trolls have up in the cold of the north. Oh, how they will laugh, those little Laverty's all laughing and poking fun at the picture on the grave of troll with the funny hair. 

They'll want to know how I survived all those trolls and their beastly friends. I'll tell them in a whisper- it's easy my little chickadees, I learned their weaknesses and walked away from their world. They can't follow me because they can't leave their world. They have no freedom to go where we go. The never will. Now sssssshhhhhhhhhh and go to sleep. 



Freedom to be free.

Friday, 22 November 2019

Unfortunates of life.

Just a couple of links to a couple of bloggers. I couldn't be arsed writing myself. And besides, this shit seems to write itself anyway. It's not over neither. My £1000 bill for various whilst on bail pales into insignificance when compared to these costs, and I had mine refunded too.

I've listened to the first-hand experience of folk who've spent time in Bakers' presence and to be honest, I fully concur with their offerings despite never being within 100 miles of her. To cut a long rant short, there are folk who breathe air who are known as the "unfortunates" of life. I'll leave it there.



Links


Earlier today, I published details of the injunction/restraining order that ex-MP John Hemming has been granted restraining the conduct of Esther Baker and supporters. Shortly after publication, I was contacted by Sam Smith, author of the Matthew Hopkins blog entry referenced in my earlier article.

Monday, 11 November 2019

Light at the end of the tunnel

I did it. I friggin did it. I should have done it before but the timing was all wrong. But today was right. An office full of lads, rowdy, hard, take no shit, kind of lads. If you see us on our Xmas outing just cross over or leave the pub we enter kind of lads.

I suggested they Google me. They did. The laughter was loud, very loud. They read and watched all there was to see. All the troll's work has been wasted. The lads understood, they got it. I'm privileged to work with them, all of them. There was some apprehension when I first started work back in June but I suppose that's only natural given what I've endured over the past few years. Well not anymore. In fact, never again. My confidence has returned to almost what it was before the pigs came knocking my doors down.

As for those responsible for the content online-fuck you. Fuck yourselves with the biggest dildo you can find. One comment about a particular lying monster, the really ugly one, made me laugh to the extent I nearly peed myself, will remain with me forever. To describe her as ugly is being kind. Needless to say, it involved a rope, a boat, and a large expanse of sea.

Wednesday, 17 July 2019

Observer withdraw article


The End Game




I'd like to thank the ICO for their findings and dismissing the Guardians appeal on this matter. The disclosure concerned was a fabricated false and fake document which was created in or around 1991/2. My signature was forged by someone who I believe to be David Rose, (secret paedophile I am 'a former MI5 agent' who 'specialises in fixing tricky problems which are inconveniencing the more conservative parts of the Establishment – by using spin, disinformation and pure lies'.), news reporter of the year in the Society of Editors British Press Awards for 2015. He dismissed my approaches in the same year and has failed to explain to me why his name was on the article of September 1992 in which words from the fabricated document were copied from and used in the 1992 article.

The wording was such that it alleged I took part in a rape at the age of 11. There was no rape, no rape victim, and no gang rapists. There was a girl (14) who had sex with 3 boys(14,15,15)  whilst I was in the area. She consented and as far as I witnessed she enjoyed the experience. She never complained to the authorities (she was in care with me) or the police. There was no investigation because there was no crime, other than all four involved were underage. This information hasn't previously been available to the public. Neither has the fact that, the only other humans apart from those involved, who were aware of these details of the event were policemen/women from North Wales police. 

I told the police about it in August 1991. It was supposed to be in my original police statement about my time in care. Only the author of the fabricated document and the police know how it arrived in David Roses possession. My guess? It was created to discredit me as a witness against Gordon Anglesea. I could place him at Bryn Estyn and I was credible. A jury would have believed the truth from me. The police knew it and so did Anglesea's Masonic brothers. Ask yourselves this-Why, if Laverty was worth enough to feature on the same Observer piece that was spread over two pages- why wasn't he worth it enough to call as a witness at the 1994 libel trial? They couldn't afford to have me in the witness box on their behalf because they'd previously written that I was a rapist at the age of 11. Furthermore, how could the same article appear on twitter 20 years later when the archivists at from the Guardian, according to Stephen Pritchard, have stated that the archived version of the article has never been accessed? I'm happy to share the e-mail should anyone need clarification. So where did it come from? I know not. Only a select few have that knowledge. The lawyers and the heads of both the Guardian and the Observer are among that select few. 

They thought they could ruin me and Stephen Messham (who also featured in the 1992 two page spread about Gordon Anglesea). You know what happened to Steve, not once, but twice they ruined him and his mind. They never came close to doing the same to me. I was and still am too strong and tenacious to let another human ruin my mind. If you've met me you'll agree. 

The Guardians readers editor Stephen Pritchard (officially and unbelievably their ombudsmen) was contacted by or contacted Sonia Poulton on October 5th, 2016. After speaking on the telephone he disclosed the forgery with the hope of increasing my chances of conviction on fabricated malicious stalking charges. The disclosure was made via e-mail. There is no other way it could be shared because it only exists in digital form. There is no date on it and no-one has ever seen an original. That is a fact. During legal arguments, the head of legal for the Guardian couldn't deny it. Now, however, anyone could have it. Poulton gave it to the Met police, who then tried to introduce it into the prosecution as evidence of me being the kind of violent rapist stalker that Poulton was claiming to be the victim of.

Am I making this up? I shit you not, every word is fact. Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, welcome on stage Esther Baker. Forever the victim Baker lays into me. Her police statements are pure gold for a future novelist. She was clearly coached by the spooks from Exaro, by Poulton, the police (from three forces) and the Lantern crew. She goes on about me tweeting about hoisin sauce and roasting ducks and thought she could convince a jury that I was actually tweeting to her about being "spit roasted". Then she goes on to claim that she knows that the term refers to be fucked in the doggy style whilst giving a blow job. This is what I was being accused of, there's more of similar lies from Poulton. One day when I'm dead you'll get to see it all. Each and every one of my accusers can't make the truth into lies. The ones who've chosen to use the article to justify and boost their hatred of me have only given me the strength that I never knew I had. You're all to blame for this blog remaining online, all to blame for creating a more resilient Laverty than previously existed. 

Those who chose to swim alongside me against the tide have also struggled. My haters are their haters because they chose to believe and challenge what was being put out there about me. Well, thank you, haters, for introducing me to some amazing people. Without your hate and bile and lies about me, I wouldn't have been given the opportunity to have been blessed with their courage and tenacity and friendship. Long may it continue. That said, I've come across a large number of absolute nutters in the past five years too. Too many to mention. They only wanted to help but failed to understand the gravity of my situation. I hope they're reading this and beginning to understand it a bit more now. It really does read like fantasy to many because of the depths it goes to. There's far more to offer but this isn't the place. Maybe YouTube or a similar platform. You can look into my eyes and judge for yourselves.

This isn't the end of the matter. Imran Kahn QC, arguably one of the most respected QC's in the UK and further afield, has been instructed and is in the process of finalising a legal letter of intent. The letter will be arriving on certain doorsteps in the not too distant future. Rest assured it'll be made public once completed. Those who ignore Imran's declaration will face severe consequences. That's not a threat, it's a promise. Imran knows the DNA of my case and has every intention of dealing with those who continue to use the fabricated article as a weapon against me. Those who allow the publication or availability of the article are not excluded from legal action. Those residents living outside the UK but in Europe will also have to face the legal consequences. There are no borders to stop the courts from dealing with you. 

Additionally, I believe a crime has been committed by the Observer readers editor. His actions fit the crime of attempting to pervert the course of justice. Whether or not he gets charged, and based on my previous dealings with the police I don't expect he will, he has to live with the fact that the intent was there. He intended to sway the juries mind into believing I was a rapist. All based on the document that was faked, forged and fabricated by his newspaper. He involved himself in a criminal court case and intended to cause serious harm to the administration of justice. It's there in black and white. If you or I acted in the same way, we would be in front of a judge in less than five minutes. Jail would follow. 

So, for now, I'll let you digest the above. Be rest assured though, I have the comprehensive details of addresses and contact details for each and all of those who've chosen to share, publish, tweet or retweet the fabricated article. All the evidence is online. You know who you are. Be careful what you wish for. If I managed to persuade the Guardian to remove it from their archives, I can certainly manage to deal with each and every one of you individually. I won't even have to leave the house unless it's to face you in court.