I have been writing about this dilemma I find myself and absolutely tragic experience I have undergone. As many of what I see key points have been covered, this writing is intended to refer to the previous writings, and to add context, which might not be absolutely of the evidence, but which I think is important, which adds explication to what has continually progressed, I would say, to a more and more complex scenario, and which serves a function a social media site of written text, formally, had, I or so I hoped it would, serve, which is now defunct. On that note, I will add I also bring to the attention of authorities some of the, in some cases more bizarre than others, destruction of records such as which are supposed to serve, for one thing, as records of “prior art” in the field of intellectual property by social-media companies. Getting back to the points which I deem more absolutely “of the essence”, are my analysis of a paper which employs “convenience sampling” to establish a disease I have argued I have, and which I have great cause to believe I require treatment for, is being qualified as more rare than it is, through a rather blatant, in my opinion, instance of ‘congruence bias’, as I described in an earlier writing.

I have pointed out that the majority of people have been wrong in the past. It’s ignored, it seems they would proclaim me grandiose, when, implicitly, I have already illustrated historical situations as examples, such as that involving Galileo Galilei, where everyone else were, we see in hindsight, the ones whose hubris was causing them to advocate for what is injustice as if it were justice. I said this in the Rockingham county court, a case being heard by Justice Peter Hurd while Ed Richards petitioned to have me appointed a guardian ad litem, and I believe he said “You mean Copernicus” and of course, I was dismissed rather without much consideration.

Once again, they’re people, I speak of, who are doing damage to whatever extent they’re consciously aware of what may be their, as they were, subconscious drives, doing damage that really need not be fully elucidated here, as it’s repetitive and much of it is easily compiled. I have mentioned, implying that I used to sleep very soundly which I did, especially after, as I had elucidated numerous times on my Google+ account (which is now defunct), what seemed to me to be the result of zinc treatment, the sudden and complete halting of bruxism patterns, which incidentally, or so I have read, can be caused by damage to the basal ganglia occurring, (There is a source I found which indicates bruxism’s prevalence decreases among the elderly as compared to adults, and it would seem there’s a fair chance this is because of the high number of deaths of people with this condition) that I now no longer sleep well. This began soon after I received an injection from Dr. Jacinto Dizon, at St. Mary’s Hospital on Division St. in Chicago, a time-release injection of the haldol anti-psychotic drug. Soon thereafter I couldn’t sleep at all, until I took the olanzapine they had been offering me.

Again more recently, I am always waking up before dawn. Lack of sleep is known to damage one’s cognitive functioning. So, basically, these people may claim they are enhancing my IQ, either “probably” or “definitely”, and yet, the effects of their activities are to deprive me of choice, rights to things like peace and not have false witness born against me, and I argue also of the chance to prosecute a fair trial which, they’ve defeated in many ways, and gain resources I could employ what intelligence I possess to protect my own health and welfare. It seems as though that may have to do with the highway located around 500 feet away, as I have noted, what would be something of a nightmare situation for me to reside there. The house is not insulated, effectively, as my father, Ed Richards, has claimed it is, than the apartment, as I had taken steps to insure it would be, gradually improved, which as I mentioned were somewhat ruined during the demolition of the surrounding areas of the building when I was unable to move, for reasons I have described previously, understandably or otherwise. Also, a windows counterbalance rope had broken in my bathroom and when I had jammed it up once it fell shattering the glass, leaving me more problems with the draft that ended up plaguing me so much, whether my problems were entirely caused by WD, or other factors that damaged my liver, such as my being poisoned, which I believe almost surely occurred although I don’t have proof of it, for reason I have alluded to. That broken window and the removal of the laundry-room door, the gaping hole around a foot in diameter, across the hall in the former laundry room, made for the extension cord, which I have reported to the F.B.I. was along with the cranked electric furnace to 90, by the workers hired by New Era,  which was unnecessary was almost sure to cause a fire if I hadn’t turned it down, which of course, didn’t lead to the pipes freezing, while taking the strain off the furnace after it had already reached a point where the wires smelled like singed rubber like the smell of my Team Associated RC-10 remote control car electronics sometimes emitted (on at least one occasion). So, while I am somewhat happy to be alive, for many reasons including the reason that that furnace was standing on two-by-fours, I am still very perturbed that, whether or not physicians support that I have endured liver damage, significant or otherwise, especially as a result of the malfeasance of others, including multiple licensed physicians, I can clearly observe that my liver’s overall health and function has waned, and for reasons I have described and will continue to attempt to represent, unnecessarily so (and once more, due to the faults of others, however common those faults may be historically).

Now, I have mentioned how it is that a single medium-sized, of 12 oz. or so, cup of coffee not much later than 2pm in the afternoon kept me up the entire night some month or two ago now, and just last night, after taking the sleep aid herbal tinctures and herbal teas I have been usually taking, after having a cup of green tea around 2pm, I failed to fall asleep easily at all, as sometimes happens when I fail to take those herbs and that same specific herbal tea. 

So, I will delve into some detail just to elaborate upon 2 things, the trend of medical intervention precisely, and this is given, I shall note, facts I have established in previous writings I have alluded to, and the domino-effect (which may be said to be related to the ‘default effect’) of my horizons, for my simply living a healthy life, being diminished by secondary effects of what is done to me under whatever auspices they are done, as I argue, unethically, and “legally” only by dint of an atrocious degree of injustice. Under a heading “Why Do We Need Sleep?” in “A Clinician's Guide to Integrative Oncology: What You Should Be Talking About with Cancer Patients and Why.” by O’Brien, Sali, et. al.,  “Regulation of Hormone Levels (e.g. Growth hormone, which is critical in fat breakdown, liver regeneration, and normalisation of blood sugar” (119). This and then we have, again, the sort of thing it was really made difficult to afford previously, as again, if people are to regard as logical what I have said, and not find a reason the logicality of my affirmations is not to be disregarded because of some reason such as ‘the need to respect authority’, such as whomever’s, or the need to protect the precedent allowing people to be medicated as compulsory with psychotropic medication, that it was making me have to choose between things that benefited me, such as organic foodstuffs and variety of foodstuffs including coffee, which I have just discovered the following article concerning’ “Drinking more coffee may undo liver damage from booze” by Lisa Rapaport. So needless to say, it’s unfortunate that I can no longer get sleep and consume coffee, as my condition worsens as nobody helps me, and it’s, as I have argued, a fact that I have fallen victim to people whose behaviors are objectively less than sane, and whose subconsciouses have perhaps driven them when there were rational courses available to question the premises functioning as doctrine, upon which they based and rationalized their activities. Activities, ultimately, tremendously injurious to me, in spite of what they may believe about it ‘being a “lesser of two evils”’, ‘benefiting (me) in some way’, ‘being just, regardless’.

I have mentioned the psychologist I was first referred to by my parents, after the debacle I described in previous writings at the Art Institute (SAIC AIADO). Building on what I have written about Wilson’s Disease, arguing at the time as I had reasoned with myself, establishing against all the opposition that I still had cause to believe in my own experiences, as not being the result of a delusion, I had mentioned I thought I “might” experience something like “hearing voices”. Of course, I have never mentioned this again, and with good cause. I was lost in a state of distraction caused by the denial that I had Wilson’s Disease, and trying to provide mounting evidence that I experienced it and needed the treatment.  “Hindsight is twenty-twenty”, it is among my major regrets, because of the absurdity of this situation, as it has evolved. Markers of abuse, it being, for reasons I have described, irrationally, denied that I might be aware I have WD, without getting into the discussion of what WD is, meaning, denying, as they, I argue should be held responsible for being aware of, as I described my basics experiences, it’s especially those which are still more ridiculous to rule out, that I experienced symptoms along with ingestion of high-copper foodstuffs. The speaking of the severity of the Wilson’s as I saw it at the time, as compounded by the denial that I might have the disease, so to speak of the cruelty of those who had created problems for me treating it, specifically, and living my life, generally speaking (with whichever rationales they may hold for their activities, and in spite of whatever ends they indeed may claim they thereby achieved).

Also, I was required by my parents to return to Eric Mart a second time, which again, is simply ridiculous, but they will obviously claim it’s not, because maybe Mart and psychologists do that a lot, but of course, whatever they claim their impetus, I have described why, specifically, in this scenario it’s not rational, although, of course, “evidence” was available to Ed and Bernice then such as the screamed retort to Bernice’s declaration of my belief I had WD of her sister, dermatologist, Sonia Padget, that I don’t have it.

Taking into account Edward Richards nature, as it had been established to be, it would be have been futile then, or even moreso now, after images have been removed (not the first things on my facebook profile although it had been protected by an extremely hard to guess password, had been modified without my doing them, a drawing was deleted a long time ago, my profile “liked” a rapper I had never selected, to name the examples that come to mind) for example, before or after Scofidio’s firm made a fortune off the idea he claimed ‘struck (him) like a bolt of lightning’ around the time I published my drawings on my Facebook site (as described in several previous writings). I believe they were also on Twitter, but can’t be found there. I had many problems being harassed by what appeared to be someone inside the Twitter company. complained about the abuses on Twitter I faced, on Google+ which was eventually taken down. 

Incidentally, the idea which I firmly believe Scofidio essentially stole, that in question which also had been established on Facebook as being posted before that project ever began, before Facebook essentially wiped the dates off their sites, was discussed by me verbally in court, before I further developed it, although I don’t know for sure if it’s in the record the stenographer kept, but I mentioned it when Edward Richards was successfully attempting to appoint a guardian to me in Rockingham county court before Peter Hurd, in the year, 2008 or 2009.. There’s also the futility of arguing points including such as that granites can still be meteorites, even if the meteoriticists or geochemists didn’t point that out, because it’s unlikely. He simply believes ‘might makes right’. He is biased. He once said he believed I might have discovered meteorites but since a few samples I said weren’t specified by Randy Korotev to have been, he would ignore all other evidence, as if he can’t think for himself.

 Another thing, on the topic of Ed Richards’ bias, which, again, I don’t think is absolutely of the essence, but which still seems relevant to some degree. He used to accuse me of bullying my sister and happened to have a bias and predicted I would be a ‘wife-beater’ when I got older, and incidentally, for a long time I thought he was abusive. I still feel my sister badgered me. It doesn’t seem as if it’s of the essence, but since I felt the need to get into this subject, my sister used to constantly badger me, and I have received permanent physical injuries, a chipped tooth from her reaction after I restrained her once when she was attacking me and then released her, a squabble that started during a game of koosh-basketball, and no one could ever name any such injury I ever doled out to her.

So, in front of his wife he has confided to me he believed guilty of infidelity, he’s demonstrating his superiority over me, in that way, in his mind, generally, I posit. That reminds me of that harrowing episode where it seems the man’s rage was a threat of all our lives, on a lonely German highway in a family trip to Europe when I was around 12 years of age approximately, which he later let me know was after he found a letter she was writing to send back to the U.S. to another man. Which reminds me of the lone business trip Edward Richards ever took, in which a light-switch I habitually flicked on when I habitually went to sleep first of everyone suddenly went awry and caused a fire in the attic, regarding which myself, the fire department was caused. Again, I think it’s too much of a coincidence, but again, with honest people like all these names I have named, Eric Mart, not a crony, a man of dignity, honesty, and thoroughness, as well as someone possessing a full breadth of human compassion, not questioning Edward Richards, we would, if we would substantiate it, at this point, after he opportunistically pushed for me to be diagnosed as schizophrenic, whatever his ‘reasoning’ would be if questioned, etc., would be considered to be a coincidence, most “likely”, I would surmise.

That was another thing I had written on my Google+ account, an attempt to catalog all the evidence in my favor, and present myself as an intelligent person who would at least be worthy, whether or not I had the power to coerce people to my will, or punish those, such as through judicial or legal means, even for objectively wronging me (however unlikely that might seem to happen in this society that has come so far since this happened: “Revisiting a Made-for-Netflix Scandal on the North Shore” BY Phoebe Mogharei, Published July 8, 2019; or wasn’t that clearly ‘a miscarriage of justice’? Please excuse my cynicism, people might think I was joking if I wasn’t a bit cynical). There were a long list of other things that I think indicate that, there should be an investigation into both Facebook, for removing date-data from their site, effectively, that could be valuable as indicators of intellectual property, and Google, for providing a forum basically that was eventually used to steal and destroy the work of people attempting to be heard, perhaps because of the corporate bigwigs’ vested interests. When Google+ might have been renamed to something having more to do with its content and purpose, while simple functions, such as date-search abilities, which incidentally were not available, could have been incorporated before the ‘streams’ function or the Google+ social network was tanked, and no I was not at all able to download my data, as they supposedly allowed for. There was a lot, but I sure wasn’t able to even commence a download of my data.

What else was lost with the removal of the Google+ site? Well, for whatever it may be worth, there was my commentary on the initial designs for the extension of ‘The Bloomingdale Trail’ into Lincoln Park, were it had been proposed to dig a huge tunnel to bring it under the train tracks before lifting it over the river as the trail headed East, or make, after people crossed Ashland Ave., at ground-level, a series of switchback ramps, to elevate the trail to a crossing above the rail-line. Well, and then there were soon after my commentary, links to photos of an updated, although it wasn’t notated as such, trail design that followed what I had specified when I had asked, on that forum, if it wasn’t possible to in a relatively straight line as seen from above, go above Ashland, under the highway, and then above the railway. There were many photos of rocks, and plenty of my analysis of those mineral samples I had corrected, some which, I will note again, have been among the things to mysteriously disappear from my computer’s hard-drive altogether. I had some witticisms I would have had the distinguishment of being the first, I take it, to recite, such as ‘don’t be a snake crawling around wearing a turtle’s shell’. There was my idea that the the “consoles” seen on corbel’s in classical architecture were representations of what snails were seen to appear like if their shells were completely translucent. On top of the many bicycle part designs I made, again, it seems a massive curse and a tragedy that this information is gone, and lost as a record. I will also note it recorded the disappearance from my computer of some automotive design drawings I had made, long before a massive chunk of the images I had taken and transferred to my computer over 8 years disappeared, around the same time, the creme-de-la-creme of my 8 year labor of love, according to my analysis, disappeared rather than being brought to a storage unit after my eviction. I’ll note the eviction also happened to be something that wasn’t marked on a door I used, in advance. In fact, I had blocked that off for security as I, at the time, had become increasingly concerned with people who were ostensibly concerned with the landlords and possibly carrying guns who might want to enter my apartment, on top of security measures I had already taken to prevent people from entering from the inside without my knowledge, meaning they would, at least, have to exit from the outside, where, at least, they might have been seen by some neighbors, creating a chance that evidence would emerge that my apartment was being raided while I was away. 

Additionally myriad quotes from Harry Markopolos’ “No one Would Listen”, Charles Dickens’ “Bleak House”, and what may have been, if I gather correctly “Mushrooms, myth and Mithras : the drug cult that civilized Europe” concerning freemasonry and the use of psychedelic mushrooms. Additionally, for what it’s worth, the initial date of publication of my theory that O.J. Simpson merely bought a glove of the wrong size to leave behind was also lost when Google+ for whatever reason, with whatever rationale, was removed, along with all data recorded there. 

For what it’s worth, I still wonder, somehow if my problems could be associated with mold. Again, it’s something that I don’t expect physicians to find very credulous, and of course, where what I have established I believe successfully are injuries will further work against me. Whence, people may ‘blame the victim’, as it were, and say then I shouldn’t speak of these things, and especially not to try to establish my intelligence, that are things I believe myself to have discovered when it has been said, for example, that I am ‘grandiose’. I speculated that mold might be circulating in my system in my blood to some extent, as I found mold on the material that was among those things with great evidence seemed to have emerged from my ears, as, for one thing, I was sensing things in my ears, trying to remove them, and then these things I once had images of, as well as which I had kept until they were lost in my eviction, appeared the size of things, although on the large side, explaining why they would have been stuck, and very hard to remove, which might have come from my ear, and some had what appeared to be mold on them. Incidentally, these things emerged, and more then were sensed by me with the implements I used. Also incidentally, I wondered if toxins, including air pollution, caused a reaction that propelled this “foreign” material, perhaps through the lymphatic system, near my head and neck, near the pores which do exist between the ear and lymphatic system (and unfortunately, it’s another injury, again, that made my life very hectic and caused me to be pressured, stressed, and at much less leisure to research, for example, at medical school libraries, or, for that matter, to afford scientific medical papers published online, some of which cost anywhere between $5 to $40 to access). There may be, so far as I am aware, a potential that they cause other people’s problems recognized as Wilson’s Disease, which would mean genetic testing’s “mutations” would be, for example, just a common ATPB7 gene type, not known to be simply common if they had failed to test the population who doesn’t have problems with copper accumulation (once again, I feel the need to mention the psychological phenomenon known as “congruence bias”). I really wouldn’t know. 

As I will explain below, again, unlike, to name one example, Edward Richards who I believe has felt he has achieved a victory worthily and that his treating me for something that may be corresponded largely with my disagreeing with him, I am more pessimistic about society, the intelligence or integrity of people rising to authority, and indeed, many things support that, in spite of the challenge represented in opposing that authority. These things lend credence to ideas that things inherited from one doctor to another, if widespread, if easily available in a ‘Up-To-Date’ web-page text, is not necessarily gaining more and more objective accuracy for each physician who adopts the belief. They, in many or perhaps most cases, again, seem, whether or not pressed for time, to ultimately, lack the ability for abstract thought, and of course, privilege what would cause foreseeably a self-fulfilling-prophecy of establishing that society should value physicians as much as possible, looking, in that manner, for the maximum amount of return on their investments (and pressuring people, in some cases, in ludicrous fashion to adhere to such beliefs they seem to retain themselves). 

Additionally, an aspect of this scenario and the physician’s activity, seems to have something to do with what is called “automation bias”, ‘The tendency to depend excessively on automated systems which can lead to erroneous automated information overriding correct decisions’(Wikipedia), as one may relate the programs used to automate processes to the rubrics developed, and in whichever way, with whatever rationales, or plausibly sound reasoning supporting their actions, doctors have created or refined the rubrics later employed, logically, or otherwise, believed or professed to have whatever degree of reliability, to diagnose someone, support one’s actions such as, to name an example, the failure of Michael Schilsky or Thomas Schiano to support me by telling my parents I might have WD (who for many reasons don’t want to hear that, clearly), or, for that matter, that it would seem reasonable to lend the slightest bit of credence to the fact that, for all they know, I might indeed be experiencing Cu related symptoms, as I ingest foodstuffs with higher amounts of Cu (something I have discussed in depth). What this leads to is arguably a ‘framing effect’ along with the ‘continued influence effect’ as physicians for example claim I am well because my urine-copper is still normal. In fact, insinuating I am outlandish, in spite again, of, as I have referred to in previous writings, the trends occuring after once it was thought everyone who might be considered to have WD died by the age of thirty, and now it’s known that patients can have the disease and miss being diagnosed until they are 80. It’s difficult that ‘the fox seems to be watching the henhouse’ here, because otherwise I think it would be hard not to establish that those patients who were diagnosed in the eighth decade of life, around age thirty, for example, had some sorts of problems likely related to high free copper, that is to say, they must have, as the injuries progressed to their kidneys that led to, for example, high urine copper, if that’s what allowed them to be diagnosed, or injuries to their eyes as the keyser-fleischer rings built up. Like the psychiatrists have their “experience” they claim no one else could contribute anything materially of value to what should be their work, so they won’t do it if they don’t come up with it themselves, as with the psychiatrists, a person can creatively or otherwise, describe things like mental diseases, psychological problems, lack of logic, injustice, and all that’s considered is one’s power, one’s connections, or the degree, and the role they play in society which makes in my opinion, in many cases ignorant people listen to, or fulfill the tasks appointed to them by these folks holding the degrees, political office, or what have you.

At this point I will also contribute the following: I had taken the full prescribed zinc supplement regimen for “maintenance treatment” of WD, for 8 out of the last 10 years of my life, so they knew that, and it’s another mistake to relate me to a thirty year old, when WD hasn’t ostensibly progressed for 8 of those years, although, at first, there was no zinc supplement available which didn’t have magnesium stearate, and taking, at least, if you fast and take the supplement with copper, six pills per day equates thereby to a great deal of magnesium stearate which sure doesn’t benefit the liver according to have I have read (“Side Effects of Magnesium Stearate & Stearic Acid” by Adriana Muntean). I will note that as it initially, being in somewhat poor condition, at the time, somehow hadn’t occurred to me to take the zinc supplement (as I might rationalize by saying I wanted to try to get medical recognition which might have helped my cousins get better treatment for their illnesses) I didn’t think to make my own gel caps as I am left doing today, so I don’t consume the magnesium stearate or stearic acid from all the supplements available aside from Gluzin which is prohibitively expensive, and the prescription only Galzin I can not get.If I were to have done what I am left doing today, it would have been hard to find a doctor who wouldn’t have tried to send me to a psychologist, because doctors in the past had diagnosed me as they had, I felt, and a doctor would have been necessary to monitor my copper and ceruloplasmin levels, since it’s hard to estimate the dosage accurately when making your own get caps filled with zinc supplement powder. (This magnesium stearate was also exacerbating the effects of air pollution which I later concluded were what led to my feeling so unwell, as I know very well the air quality can be quite poor in the Logan Square neighborhood where I lived at the time, which led to the poor choice I had already reneged upon, to take still more zinc than that amount recommended for maintenance treatment of WD, which may have had something to do with, when quickly stopping zinc treatment altogether, made me extremely ill and seemingly, if I wasn’t poisoned by a roommate who provided me with a cup of coffee before I became ill like that (it was someone by the name of Chad Redd), caused varices and bleeding in my vomit, soon thereafter. I’ll also note Ed Richards had gotten a representative of Illinois guardians to visit me, and I had already realized to stop taking extra zinc, and the fear of their taking me as a ward, caused me to more quickly try to stop the anemia, and discontinue completely zinc treatment which may have played a role in my getting ill, whence, doctors at NorthWestern Hospital Stone Institute claimed they had to treat me because I was lying when I was saying I learned my lesson not to take zinc, hence, really profiting from the mistake. As is a pattern, completely disregarding any question of taking anything into account as if I were an intelligent individual, in spite of my having plenty to say, because they side with their own profession the psychiatrists as if it were a sacred duty, and would simply never do anything but ratchet up the scenario of psychiatrists being in power over anyone they have declaimed as if the effective authority they wield is necessarily its own justification

When I discovered, on two occasions, feces-like material, as reported in earlier writings. I was simply afraid authorities locally were in control of whoever seemed to almost surely, for that reason and others, entering my places (I have never been known to sleepwalk, nor did these things seem to appear first in the morning, on a wall, behind where my stereo system was, on the edges of the pages on a book stacked on top of the stack of audio components). Maybe if I complained to the F.B.I., for example, or the C.P.D. there would have been a claim that I was insane, which would have been more believable, for the same reason people, as if it should have to be stated by me, hadn’t I been declared to be delusional about the aforementioned, e.g. the belief depending on how you look at it, that I have WD, Wilson’s Disease, or that I am, more simply, experiencing symptoms in concert with the ingestion of high copper foods, am experiencing symptoms that are very significant association with inhalation of pollutants, etc. Additionally, my bed seemed to collapse out of nowhere, with no seeming cause, to name another example, on top of the crossed speaker-wires I have alluded to in previous writings.

I have noted that people might argue that there is a need to legally administer medications (Ed Richards warned one of the judges in 2008 or ‘09 that a ‘dangerous precedent’ would be set if he wasn’t to win, if the judge acknowledged the logic of what I said, or respected me as a person before siding with the other individuals who I argued against, however more facile it was to side with them, and whether or not it was objectively sane or correct, dismiss me, negate what I was saying, etc. Well, there is a flip-side, and, again, they would irreverently label me grandiose for naming the many people with health problems, that may be related to multiple things, also having an etiology or pathology that otherwise damages their health, for that matter, who don’t receive necessarily the ideal treatment because it’s not made available to them, people who die of heart problems while on psychotropics like my cousin’s whose autopsy happened to relate a cause of death related in Kuhn’s “Cardiac Wilson’s” to be potentially caused by Wilson’s Disease.

Generally, again, I don’t always believe doctors know so much, and some have held that I shouldn’t take anything away from the medical profession if I don’t respect the various doctors, as if because they can’t hear my specific reasoning it doesn’t exist. (That is sort of an impossibly high bar being held up for me, unlike the ‘higher standards’ I have argued various individuals failed to meet, of their own fault, if injuring me personally, and not them). Just to name another example, I think that the liver is damaged by toxins and hunger increases leading to gaining wait which is associated with steatosis. The gaining of weight is blamed, but their may be underlying problems handling the toxicity, and with the need for extra nutrients, the body craves more food, and the steatosis if resulting from that is not as bad as the damage that is avoided from failing to get the nutrients the liver may need to protect other organs for example. (the liver is known to be incredibly complex, by the way, as can be read in many sources). It’s akin to my theory with my experiences of whatever may be in my ear, that poor air quality seems to cause pressure in my ears. It also can seemingly wake me up. It was clear the doors being shut protected me from the draft of outside air, when I lived at 2020 N. Spaulding Ave. in Logan Square Chicago, often I would awake to the sudden stench of the fetid outside air, which I think it was clear had been fine until my neighbor walked her dog, and as she seemingly deliberately did because perhaps because I didn’t foster a friendship with her, leave the door cracked which created some sort of suction, possibly, and ultimately a flow of air into my apartment. This was specifically how I would often wake up, feeling unwell, feeling this was hurting me and increasing my chance of contracting cancer, especially given what I observed as my poor liver function. Now, incidentally, this parallels my experience living at Ed and Bernice Richards’ house near the highway in Portsmouth, where two longtime residents, one next door, and one across the street have had cancer, a high incidence, and research supports that living near highly-trafficked throughways is linked to higher incidents of serious health problems. So, really, if doctors were logical, rather than emotional, they might not, in my opinion, let me down and others, by failing to credit me, at the least, and often people with advanced education seem to take my ideas, as for example, the idea I had to use prisms with photovoltaic panels was seemingly once taken, another thing I had published on Google+ which we no longer have access to, and I get absolutely no credit, in the end, for being a person of intelligence, and nor will people like my parents credit me, as they have their biases, and lack of a track record of rationality, but a willingness to bolster their own egos, and think well of their own past deeds, or misdeeds.

I think it’s occurrence has parallels, incidentally, with the recent spate of celebrity and physician sex assault scandals. A lot of people revere these people, and think their power or resources indicates something about their character, and evidence emerges that contradicts what a lot of people seem to believe, and that there’s some element of something which might be called ‘the system’ that allows truly more intelligent, and sane, people, doing things that are intelligent in the sense that they benefit humankind, in order to earn more money, distinction, and responsibility that they ostensibly wouldn’t abuse, or attempt to leverage.

Basically, aside from initially seeking personal gain in finances, in some cases, whatever they ‘are sure of’ and will maintain throughout, and whoever else may stick with them, irrationally, or deceptively, there’s the will ostensibly to pad their reputations if it means slandering me to give them a villain to have opposed or checked, and the ‘id’ of the various individuals involved, of course plays a role. That ‘id’ again, which I think, historically being what matters not if I admit to needing some medical treatment, one’s overall track-record of deeds, taken objectively in accurate context, have displayed much more in common with the more heinous criminals and disturbed individuals who we all would oppose, than me, who they have, for reasons I have described, personally been at fault for labelling, having choices, and responsibility to take contexts into account, and meet a higher standard of logic and decency. When now we have again, the abuse and insanity of certain people being totally forgiven, and blessed, by others, and of course, I wouldn’t be the only one paying the price for the entropy being caused by the oversights, if not the malfeasance of these individuals, and the collective bodies they eventually compose.