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Bio...My first two years of life I lived in Boston, on the Marathon route, across from a park and ice skating rink. When my mother became pregnant with her second child, we moved to Needham, an affluent suburb, where I remained through high school. I floundered very badly as I neared graduation, actually quitting school my junior year, but returning the next semester, mostly by commuting from Waltham, because I lived with my father at that point.
After struggling for many months that followed my year late graduation, I joined the Army, although I considered the Air Force for a while. I was living in my car, and the day I was to take the test for enlistment, I arranged with the recruiters to let me sleep in the parking lot, and for them to wake me up. While I was waiting for formal induction, I worked in Boston's former Commonwealth Pier Exhibition Hall, now the Seaport World Trade Center. I didn't fufill the full four years I enlisted for, receiving a General Discharge Under Honorable Conditions after about twenty months. Shortly after I was discharged, I applied and then attended UMass/Amherst, graduating after three years and summer schools, with a Bachelor's in Journalism and Communications. The front page here describes some of the time after that.
A Veteran...I'm a veteran of the U.S. Army, as a Fire Support Specialist, and I made my mark for a bunch of reasons. In a yearly two-mile running test of half of my battalion, I was the second fastest, but I lost to the only Sargent to race, so I might have been the fastest for my classification.
Earlier, I was invited to the U.S. Military Academy Prepratory School (USMAPS). I was too old for the school, but we reasoned maybe Westpoint needed an alternate. My captain approved my application, but I never heard back.
One day while training with another group (of Airborn Rangers) one of my peers found and killed a large garden snake. I decided it looked better than the ham in a ration can in front of me, and the Rangers confirmed it was edible. However, after I cooked it up two ways, in a soup and fried, no one wanted any, despite the absolute deliciousness of my efforts.
Another time, I was asked to qualify on a grenade launcher, and I broke the giant cement target that stood for years, as well as making all my other shots. I looked around at the seventy five or so others struggling that day to see if I was being 'put on', but the others were obviously a random selection. I had a natural ability on that particular weapon, not unrelated to my shooting .22s as a kid in summer camp, or my command of street hockey lob shots.
I also played on the quasi-Fort's soccer team in the civilian league. My team won the championship, although they were all close games, and I was the star defense player.
On weekends, I spent every Saturday at the base's synagogue praying. I also spent a lot of time in the non-alcohol topless bars in Tacoma at the time. Same thing, right?
At my last assignment my silent respect for the Ayatollah Khomeni had caught up with me. I was obviously hated by several of the higher ranks, and got depressed by them at times. Once, I broke regulations and went to a massage parlor. When I walked out one of the new officers in charge suspiciously drove by, and I thought I'd be charged. I wasn't, and never went back, but got in trouble for extra duty once or twice.
Finally, while on crutches and after appearing for a head count, I was recalled after hobbling up two flights of stairs in pain. I refused the order, and ended up with a "General Discharge under Honorable Conditions" in December 1983.
My Very Poor Health
Unfortunately, I have a rare, almost harmless freckle, behind one of my eyes, that has become noticeable. I now feel like the king of rare afflictions, as my finger eczema, and my knee bioscrew never dissolving until twenty years later are rare as well. Now the diagnosis of diabetes in 2015 is unfortunately all too common.
Also around 2015 was the first time I considered myself disabled. As I said on the front page here, "I was told directly I would remain in a state mental hospital until I accepted Social Security support..." and "... I reacted with public protest. Then they asked for court mandated psychiatric evaluations ..." Obviously, from reading this website, I don't fit into the DSM-5 (diagnosis manual), but in my opinion, I now have a physical disability that does keep me from employment.
My fingers have gone through several stages since foreign matter, introduced into my right index finger at a very young age, when I checked the tension on my bicycle chain and ran the sprocket through the nail, began to dissolve. At first, in the early '90s, at around age 30, I had a repeating blister on that finger and I began to have headaches. They eventually became severe, and lasted about sixteen years. Gradually, probably in 2000, I began to see blisters on
the other fingers. The breakouts used to be on my fingertips palmside, but lactic acid cream and steroids now protect them, or the malady has changed course. I was instructed to soak my hands in the steroid by wearing latex or similar gloves when they got bad. In 2009 I was forced out of work because they started to react severely to the ammonia cleaners I needed to use in my Patient Care Assistant (PCA) work.
A couple of years later I saw a little spot that looked like oil come out through my finger nail. At that point the headaches and the repeating blister began to disappear, but the other fingers remained very prone to blisters for all sorts of exposures. I live in a public housing apartment, and on weekends my neighbors have guests. I get worse hand problems every weekend from the added number of people using the doors and buttons.
First Attempt for publicity placed in the Boston Pheonix in 1987
After the Military Mini-timelineAfter my discharge I went to UMass and graduated with a Bachelor's in Journalism. Immediately after I started publicizing against war, and got stuck near Cape Cod without work for years. During that time I wrote creative material, and got arrested at least seven times standing for what I believe in. No arrests for fights, but false testimonies, false arrest, etc., never leading to any convictions. The chants against Plymouth Police, I started in response to mistreatments, weren't accepted as true prophecy by enough of the courts, press, government, etc., to prevent my commitment to a mental hospital. Three officers on separate occasions had pretended not to know me after my canvas of about 500 homes in the immediate area two years before, a strong newspaper ad in The Boston Pheonix, campaigns at local colleges, a solicitation permit in Miami Beach, and more. My poverty level was legislated as prohibited from release, and therefore I was coerced to accept disability money.
I took some of my first retroactive payment, and went to Israel until my money ran out.
My Early School YearsI spent all my schooling in Needham from Kindergarten through High School. My town had some hidden dirt-bike tracks and I got my first motorcycle, a 50cc, at about age fourteen. Earlier, I lived next door to a veterinarian, and was brought to his office as his 'junior assistant' during school vacations a couple of times. My parents divorced when I was about fifteen, and I rebelled ferociously. Nearly my first act was to get a puppy, which unfortunately I didn't train. I'd become friends with the family of a big award-winning kennel, so I ended up bringing her to boarding school there. First, I learned everything she learned separately, and then together. I ended up with a great dog, and a life-long skill. I also began working very early, at the expense of my studies, in restaurants and machine shops mostly. I was an excellent worker by the time of my missed graduation, and a poor one when I reached graduation, because of my deep lack of sense of purpose. I'd quit school at sixteen, but went back the next year. I didn't take to alcohol much, but found marijuana use very helpful, until the year before graduation when I all-but stopped.
Two Lofty GoalsThe first, is to return the U.S. to the ideals our founders tried to instill. The dominant political parties have again outlived their viability. They must be dissolved, or reorganized and renamed, to bury the atrocious shame they've brought on us. They consider themselves spiritually superior to their predecessors, whom dissolved gracefully. Their dangerous confusions start with the criminal status of safe recreational drugs, and end with the attack or destruction of well intentioned, sovereign nations.
My second goal is to change my religion, described in Isaiah as a 'branch'. This is my very preliminary proposal. Did you know that the Book of Isaiah can be seen as a braid of several themes? When the prose is unbraided, points about the messiah or prophet Jeshurun are found. His native tongue isn't Hebrew, and he has trouble speaking in the language (28:11). He will form a branch of Judaism likely to swallow or influence all the other branches (11:1).
Marriage Prophecy (a.k.a. total confusion)I think this should be a new branch of theology, since all the future prophecies about marriage are in one area of the Old Testament, and ambiguous.
They're in Isaiah, and around my descriptions. Reading one way shows me excluded from marriage, as if to say, you've been awarded in here, and now other prophets will have blessings specific to each. That interpretation says I'm single my whole life, but in a surprising way with a miracle attached. Those marriages may correspond to three prophets.
Another interpretation has the reader believing in my future marriages, plural. Chapter 54 of Isaiah mentions two women in a braid of themes, with some possibility of polygamy.
Reading Isaiah a third way associates me with just one wife, encrypted in Chapter 29 as the description of a city. The encryption there is strong. I don't think casual readers can see the description of a city as a wife whatsoever.
Finding the last interpretation involves a Prophet unnamed in Isaiah, but reintroduced famously through a contact or two with me.
If Chapter 54 turns out to be true to me, my first significant-other might or might not be Jewish, but the second 'wife' is absolutely, and she is guaranteed to have at least one child.
Minecraft Waterfall House|
I went on a walkabout to find a horse after finding two saddles in an abandoned mine, got lost too far south, and found this area. After getting home, I chopped down a long twisty dirt road and got back here with a horse in about a month. What you can't see is the two other waterfalls facing the other direction, and a fourth around the corner to the left. I'd never played PC games until I discovered Minecraft in Fall 2014. Even though this house is very simple, I like the way it fits with the surroundings. There's a Nether Portal in the open basement I can take a horse or mule into to get back to the farms.
The Lord reigneth fire unto the earth, God shall reign down in a mighty thunder, That destroyeth a thousand in it's path. My Lord shall be heard in the four corners, My Lord shall speak unto the isles, All the inhabitants in the path shall know My wrath. My Lord shall crash asunder those of evil, My Lord shall command no heretics, My Lord shall have His way. No more shall man be feared in his daily life, The downtrodden shall be heard, And those that cause affliction shall be as chaff in the wind. The Lord is forgiving and kind unto these days, Then shall the Lord weave a path, And evil shall no longer flee, And the heretic shall no longer find a place. The lights shall turn out on your ways, No more shall you know the lusts of another way. O' Lord, Thou art my place, Thou art my pulse and my breath, My soul as a servant of Your truth, May I be confident and sure in Your blessings.