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Small-college Librarian's Kid and thus a dyed-in-the-wool Faculty Brat. Creatively pacifist and happy (not afraid) to enforce the peace against all claims, comers and apparent odds. Hyper-literate (by today's standards); "maybe-even-better-than-decent" IQ and not afraid to use that gift as a dynamic tool for the keeping of that abovementioned peace. One honors one's own Anzio-surviving and dyed-in-the-wool S.D. Butler School pacifist father (who was himself sore persecuted by the criminal wing of his own US Gummint's central intelligence service) in such ways as this. Technologically proficient in several fields. Lifelong complex systems analyst, troubleshooter and (when possible, available and, moreover, desired) restorer. Scientific and novelty lampworker/glassblower, capable electrical/electronics tech/engineer (non-degree), fiercely independent social critic and Zero Dollar Option-based general salvage operator. Occasional informal instructor-of-others in said general salvage ethos. (Sometimes they DO learn!) Allegedly (per US Army Intelligence back-channel conveyance) the longest-lived survivor of the crude+criminal bioweapon-based Op Mockingbird anti-dissident enforcement program active on US soil from the 1950s through the early '70s. Damn good, these days, with both natural and pharmaceutical antiparasitic and antifungal protocols if I do say so mese'f; the others similarly stricken (of whom I can confidently assert to have met all of two in hopeless, agonized passing, early on) are apparently now long gone to their Creator's Mansions, so to put it. Aside: I suspect, with plenty good cause behind the notion, that the mainstream US medical industry was NEVER a Part of the Solution for the recipients of that micro-plague. Has to do with experience: barrages of mamby-pamby concept-salad pablum interspersed with nonsensical walls of against-all-facts denial provided for years on end in return for pointed questions tendered while seeking "normal" (ie curative) medical care from "the mainstream". Not to over-mention the deliberate underdosing and consequent resistance-building for (and not against) the well-identified pathogens of the disease complex - and a final urgent attempt, just a few years back, to push-rush YT into voluntarily entering a locked Major Name Brand medical facility, the which was already known from a prior visit to sport key-operated cylinder locks on BOTH sides of the street-level entry doors. Said liason to have been conducted *after* business hours, for said "VERY SPECIAL and IMPORTANT appointment!" - comically followed by a telling whimper on the phone when, on the spur of a follow-up intrusion a week later, said Urgent Medical Invitation was respectfully declined...) Oh well. They can't (and sure don't) win 'em all. Similar to Pinky and the Brain, them whitey-white-coat ones be! (Yarrrr-rrr-rr-r!) ;) Maybe somewhat better-traveled than many, this being due both to stick-joint hanky-pank carnyin' on US soil in early days (as a runaway inexplicably sought by the FBI and what of that) plus later global travel in the course of high-tech corporate employment in the now-defunct Nuclear Fusion Equipment industry. Retired 30-odd years now on an anomalous high-ticket Social Security Disability Retirement payout program, this stroke of good fortune being somewhat evidently due to the accumulated ill effects of that aforementioned rogue agency-provided parasite load, now well-eradicated for nearly a decade. ('Nuff said on that, already.) So YT has had had PLENTY of "think time" in which to grow and evolve as the genuine human being that we ALL have as our birthright under Heaven; thus just might have a little bit to share with thinking others, here and there. Not Dead Yet - and now, being free of all that former burden of horrid carniverous "Alien Life Forms" (against all calculated odds and oh how those self-appointed oddsmakers and greedy bettors did shriek and gnash their teeth so hard!), feel like thirty-five - though in reality, am a full thirty years older. Think I'll just have a go at making it to a buck-twenty with all my accumulated skills, marbles and capacities intact... Worth a shot, no hypodermic punning intended. ;) So: In THIS House, in THIS one's socio-technological laboratories and at THIS makeshift though lovely and functional antique desk (duly outfitted with a fine quad-core Linux Box that does the job and cost not one red cent to implement), Yours Truly's life has really only just begun, so help me Heaven. Because Heaven has been uncommonly kind in this life on this earth to a discarded old Turtle-clan human. Available for roughly 2000 years now, it turns out, to all who will have it! Just sayin'... And that is all. 0{;-)o[


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