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Thursday, March 6, 2014

AC-EMWIN Server Hiccup Last Night (Now Resolved)...

Looks like the AC-EMWIN server had a hiccup, last night...

The AC-EMWIN server program locked up at about 8:45pm. All the other SUB-programs kept operating and passing on files which were apparently stuck in the ingest directory (the place where the program temporarily places new bulletins just downlinked, which are USUALLY then immediately *deleted* after they've been processed). So ZFPs and HWOs that didn't get deleted from the ingest dir (because the program locked up at just the right time) and the other subprograms just kept pulling them so they got duped to some Facebook pages a couple times overnight. As well, the radar images from 8pm last night kept getting resent all night until I noticed it early this morning after getting up.

As to how I even noticed that things were locked up... On getting up I noticed that the EMWIN test clients - here at the house, and which are connected to the main server remotely - weren't offering up the normal early morning beeps and sounds that occur when they receive the usual morning ZFPs and HWOs and paints things on the map. After years of being used this this, you notice something's not right almost immediately. This caused me to take a look around and check for problems. Indeed, the AC-SKYWARN web page hadn't refreshed the watch/warning map since 8:30pm last night. All the text bulletins on the AC-EMWIN page were "old" from late yesterday afternoon/evening. As well, no (current) bulletins were being sent to the surrounding area Emergency Management Facebook pages which were subscribed to us. (EEK!)

We're in the middle of some current ongoing weather so I didn't even bother to deal with checking logs and figuring things out. I just rebooted the machine entirely right away and that seemed to take care of it.

...So things are again working properly. I'll keep an eye on the server to make sure it doesn't happen again. The program usually worked very efficiently and I almost never had any problems with it and it's pretty stable so I don't expect another problem like that.

Coincidentally, the server hiccup started the process of me checking ALL resources for the possible problem and this included checking Alachua FreeNet. While it's not part of our server problem, I discovered that Alachua FreeNet is also apparently down, too. Something hung on THEIR server, too, last night and some of you may notice that your web page dirs are empty. (EEK!) I've notified AFN admin about it and they're taking a look. So in a way, you can thank our own server hiccup for causing a causal exploration which ended up discovering the AFN outage. :)

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Psychopaths and Stalking
It's "Melissa Shires-DeSantis", now?
An Old Stalker Keeps Haunting Me Online...

My old stlaker keeps haunting me. She keeps checking out my harassment blog (Main Page, Section About Melissa) - the one I wrote about some stalking and harassment that happened to me from a rogue group of problem ham radio operators back about 2004-2006 that she was a part of. At the moment, she's not "stalking" or "harassing" me now. She's just...repeatedly checking out this blog, over and over, month after month, year after year. It's just kinda...creepy. But then she was kinda creepy. It's as if she's waiting for me to get in some sort of trouble over it and she's hoping that it will be taken down some day. Not going to happen. This thing has been observed by people in local police agencies, and even...the Federal Bureau of Investigation. This blog remains, still. Lawyers don't want to touch it. They're too afraid to. ...Because nothing in my blog is untrue, and no one wants to start anything which might unintentionally begin any SORT of an official investigation into it...which would be mandatory if anyone started a civil or criminal case over it. Moral being, if you're going to stalk someone, don't leave behind an evidence trail, and strange, inexplicable circumstances which call attention to themselves. And those abound...everywhere. Melissa's no genious at stalking. I was able to use that against her, in fact...

Her name is Melissa Shires. She's had other names: "Melissa D Shires" in court records in West Palm Beach, "Melissa Shires-Royce" and "Melissa Royce" in Alachua County court records. People in the Gainesville Amateur Radio Society and the Gator Amateur Radio Club knew her as "Melissa Royce". Online, she always uses the same username: "mesochic".

She must have recently remarried as her name is now "Melissa Shires-DeSantis". So I guess, obviously, she must have divorced Phil Royce and then in recent years moved up to Providence, Rhode Island. Pretty damned quick marriage for someone who just recently moved up there. I guess she fled Alachua County after people down here got wise to her and figured out what she was doing. See my harassment blog for more information about Melissa and the really serious problems that I've had from her. She was such a scary nightmare and I'm so very frightened of that woman and all of the things that she was able to pull with extremely important people in emergency management, NWS, and Red Cross circles. She and her now ex-husband Phil Royce both together tag-team-stalked me and caused these agencies to think that I was a very serious problem without anyone once taking any steps to verify facts first.

If I had to characterize Melissa, I'd have to use the term "sociopath". But then that would be a personal application of the term, and not one that any actual clinical diagnosis has yet come up with. Unfortunately, there have been none. And if it were up to me I'd demand it be done. If they could apply the Hare PCL/R test to her I'm willing to bet, very confident in fact, that she would score pretty high. She's power hungry. She wants glory and fame. She seeks power. She attaches herself to important people to get it. If anyone figures her out or gets in her way, she attempts to destroy them - behind the scenes, under the table, quietly, outside of the normal, mandatory Human Resources means and ways of handling, spreading malicious gossip, encouraging intense ridicule, and disassociation. From West Palm Beach, to Alachua County, to Providence, she seems to consistently and regularly seek it within the circles of Emergency Management, the Red Cross, and the NWS. As well, she seems to have an affinity attachment - where she seeks her first "in" - through the local SKYWARN programs. This initially gives her some public service on her local resume, and those first associative contacts in NWS, EM, and the Red Cross. From there, she usually tries to develop ties to people up the ladder, and seeks friends who can supply her with useful information about people whom she considers to be in her way, and possible threats to her goals. First she acts like a friend to get all sorts of information out of people. Then she graduates to spreading gossip about certain people she targets as possbily detrimental to her goals, and immediately gets to work on causing them problems in their associations with others. They usually end up disassociated and looked down upon after a while. She buddies up with the Emergency Managers and Red Cross Directors. This gives her some power to hide behind and locks her in tight with the agencies and gives her a sort of invulnerability. Then she begins taking classes on becoming an "Emergency Manager". She was actually in that final stage down here in Alachua County when local Emergency Manager, Dave Donnelly, finally fired her after receiving too many complaints from other people in EM, ham radio circles, SERT circles, etc. She may have given up the SKYWARN door, though. If anyone did an online keyword search for Melissa and used the word "SKYWARN" next to it in Google, that would be it for her. My blog and all of its subpages that related to her would pop up. So she probably avoided any attachments to SKYWARN while up in Providence. That would lead to her discovery through my public blogs.

I was the Founder and Coordinator of Alachua County SKYWARN. I'd created it pretty much on my own way back in 1997. Had to. When I asked for volunteers to help, as usual, everyone fled to the four cardinal directions. That's what happens when you ask hams to help. Melissa appeared about 2004, after moving up from West Palm Beach and not long after she arrived, all the animals of Hell began to surface, and she very adeptly caused a great many people in ham radio, emergency management, NWS, ARRL, and even in general public circles to believe that an innocent man was actually someone to be much feared and even hated. She painted me to be a "serious problem" as both local EM and the NWS put it during a meeting about me and ACS. I was not allowed to attend that meeting. And to this day, I STILL DO NOT KNOW just what the hell it was that I did wrong, or what I was being accused of.

So yah. Things in the meantime ended up getting so bad for me at Melissa's hand that I had to actually write a blog about my harrassment experiences with the hams, and make it highly public. ...Because going to the police didn't work. All they did was help the hams, even if it was unwittingly. I don't see that as a validating excuse for what they did...I mean, helping the hams because they thought they were doing the right thing. What would happen is this... The hams would stalk and harass me. I'd call the police and file an official complaint and an investigation would begin. During the ongoing investigations, the emergency manager would inapporpiately interfere with the them by telling the involved officers that I was trying to use the law to harass innocent people. Donnelly being their imperious leader, the officers believed he knew what he was talking about. Dave actually had no evidence of me actually being any SORT of a problem and he was acting solely based upon Melissa's word that that I was a problem. You heard me right. I just accused a government official - an Emergency Manager - of deliberate case sabotage through the inappropriate use of his elevated position within Emergency Management to convince officers who did not know either way that I was the problem and cause them to do things to delay or interfere with the outcome of criminal complaints that I had filed, and with their investigations. In other words...the man asked for "favors" which were intended to circumvent normal due process and my civil rights. ...Including knowing what I was being accused of, who was accusing me, being able to FACE my accusers and answer in my own defense, and to a trial by jury if absolutely necessary. Mr. Donnelly used his power to villainize me and to deny me fair due process. He used the power of the County of Alachua to do it, while in uniform for the County, while on the clock for the County. Unfortunately, this also makes the County responsible for what he did, as well. So now you understand why there has been no official investigations. Dave doesn't want the County to officially know. He'd have to make up stuff in order to explain it. And when you make up stuff, you have to be able to back it up with real evidence and proven facts, which he wouldn't be able to provide. Dave, and the NWS, have both acted solely based upon innuendo. I challenge anyone in the NWS or in EM to prove they even so much as have a signed affidavit from any of their "witnesses". And that's the problem. When they finally get down to asking for that, all of the damage to me and to Alachua County SKYWARN has now already been done, and the hams would ultimately be held responsible for it all and they know it. Melissa and the other hams who caused problems now know they could get into a LOT of trouble. And so the witness base will not pan out. Everyone will run for the hills. None of the witnesses will sign any papers. And when summoned into the courtroom to actually DO that, and push comes to actual shove, those people who were once their best source information against Mr. Sherman and Alachua County SKYWARN will suddenly deny responsibility for their previous statements and claim that they never said those things. They'll also claim that no one held a gun to the heads of EM and/or NWS, and that no one TOLD them they had to take the actions that they did against Mr. Sherman and Alachua County SKYWARN. This is the position that EM and NWS now find themselves in. And they know it. But to continue...

Melissa went to Emergency Management and to the NWS claiming titles and positions that I'd never given her. For example, she claimed that I was stepping down from ACS and handing the Coordinator torch over to her. To back this up, she forged business cards which said "Alachua County SKYWARN" and "Coordinator" on them. She never told me she was doing this. In fact, I found out by accident one day while visiting her house for something and I noticed a huge box of business cards sitting on her desk with "Coordinator" on them. When I asked her what the hell that was about, she feigned that they weren't FOR anybody and that she just wanted to see what some cards would look like with her name and "Coordinator" on them. Right. That's why someone would purchase a thousand cards, not one. ...Just to "see". I got on her ass about that and told her to destroy them.

Then came the day when Melissa callously and deliberately placed my mother's life at risk. I was in the bathroom sitting on the john and not having a good day of it. Mom was in the master bedroom on an O2 machine, struggling to breathe, near the end of her life because she had cancer and was dying. ...And Melissa knew about my mother's condition. I lived at the time in an 80-foot-long single-wide mobile home. My room, and the bathroom, were on the complete opposite end of the home, a good LONG 60-foot walk for someone with cancer to traverse. Melissa calls. I'm on the john. My mother answered. It was Melissa. She said she needed to talk to me and that it was "important". My mother told her that I was on the john, "...Can he call you back?" "No", said Melissa. "It's VERY important and cannot wait and I have to talk to him NOW." My mother then disconnected herself from the O2 machine, and began the trek to reach me in the bathroom.

I started hearing a slap on the walls leading up to the bathroom, followed by severe wheezing. Then another slap, and more wheezing. Then another slap, and more wheezing. Realizing it was my mother, I called out to her. "...Are you alright?" I figured that if she was up and out of bed coming to get me, then something very bad or very serious was happening. Was she having a heart attack? ...What's wrong?!", I said. Then my mother answered....

"...TODD!!! [gasp] ...It's Mel-ISSA!!! [gasp] ...She needs... [gasp] ...to TALK with you... [gasp] ...RIGHT AWAY!!!"

"Didn't you tell her that I was in the bathroom and that I can call her back?"

"I DID!!! [gasp] She said... [gasp] ...that it was VERY important... [gasp] ...and that she needed to talk to you IMMEDIATELY... [gasp] ...and that she wasn't getting off the phone... [gasp] ...until you SPOKE with her!!!

I sat there for a moment, eyes wide and my maw agape, in utter disbelief and shock. I knew damned well that there was no emergency and that Melissa was trying to feign an emergency to get me to answer the phone. I took a breath and gathered myself and quickly cleaned up. I was extremely pissed off, now. I gathered my mother under her arm and escorted her back to the bedroom and reconnected her to the O2 machine and got her a glass of ice water. Then I got on the phone with Melissa.

"WHAT, Melissa!", I said. "What is SO important that putting my mother at RISK like this was so absolutely necessary?!"

"...OH, nothing. I just knew that if I DIDN'T say that it was an emergency then you wouldn't pick up the phone. [giggle]"

I wanted to hit the roof, right there. I listened to what she had to say for a little while, hope against hope that there was something of value in anything that she had to say, and there was none. ...Something to vindicate her for putting my mother through that. She had nothing important to say. There was no real reason for it. She just wanted to bitch...and moan...and whine...and complain about other people, and to try find out information about them from me...which I wouldn't cater to. ...And this was a complaint that many people were making about her. People even in State of Florida EM circles, and in the ARRL hierarchy, were passing around little warning emails about the "little girl who complains a lot", and advising to not to participate in that.

After hanging up the phone with her, I fired off an extremely angry email to her husband begging him for help in getting control of this woman, and letting him know how upset I was for putting my mother's life at risk like that. Maybe Melissa figured...what?...that she's already dying so what's it matter? I was pissed. Instead of understanding, and trying to help, Phil gets angry with me, and now I'm hearing word from Jeff Capehart that Phil is going around on a rampage, talking with people in the NWS and EM circles, and complaining about all the "problems" with Todd and Alachua County SKYWARN. (...Always Mr. Capehart with all the information, you see. ...Always in the know he is. ...Always seeming to have everyone's ear. ...And yet no one ever seems to catch on to that.)

Not long after this, I got an email...actually FROM myself, with my name spelled wrong, from a Yahoo email account, claiming that "...changes are coming real soon for Alachua County SKYWARN." I'd been stalked and harassed and threatened by the hams before and I'd told everyone that if it didn't stop I was going to start calling the police and pressing real charges against people, and to knock it off. Then I got the harassing email. ...And it's from a Yahoo account using my forged name. So I called the police, like every good little victim is supposed to do. In the middle of the investigation, months into the case, Jeff Capehart is bragging to me all of the details about my case...how many emails I'd sent to the officer in charge, how many times I'd even called that officer, what I said to him about meetings I'd had with Chief May, and with Dave Donnelly in complaint of the hams, about what I said about Phil and Melissa, etc. And again, remember...the case was still ongoing. So...like...HOW was a random ham radio operator able to tell me all the intimate details about an ongoing case? ...Because the cop was sharing information with the perpetrators. Why? Because Dave Donnelly had told him that it was more likely that I was the problem and not the people I had filed the case against. This was WRONG. Because of that, the cop developed an attitude against me, and refused to gather IP logs, and he let the expiration dates come and go, and the case died.

...So because of the Emergency Manager's inappropriate interference, the cops would sabotage the still-ongoing cases - refusing to collect evidence, delaying cases I'd file so that expiration times for evidence gathering would expire. In one case, they actually locked me out of the room containing a server that I ran (see the Alachua County EMWIN Project) when I called the police after losing control of my mouse one day while remoting in to make some changes to the EMWIN software. It was later discovered that that incident was actually perpetrated by a friend of Melissa's named Jeff Capehart, W4UFL, who one day, when we were alone, even admitted to me that it WAS INDEED HE who had hacked into the server. I'd logged in to the server remotely to make some updates and changes to the EMWIN sofware. As soon as the screen finished painting I lost control of my mouse. It was February 14th, 2009, at about 12:30am. I could only watch while he went into DOS, through various directories, and eventually went into database files containing names and telephone numers of EMWIN customers! Because of how Dave Donnelly and the GARC Faculty Advisor had presented it to UPD, I ended up locked away from my own computer, while the perpetrator was given full access to it because at the time he was the club's computer administrator. UPD took my key and after that did nothing at all. They didn't even file an official case report! That was completely inapproriate considering that this was a COMPUTER CRIMES INVESTIGATION! I never got my investtigation. Soon on the heels of this, Dave Donnelly fires off an email to Faculty Advisor Jay Garlitz demanding that all of the EMWIN equipment be packed up and handed over to the Alachua County Office of Emergency Management. (It was one of the rare occasions where Dave actually included his official business tagline in an email.) I actually had to threaten a lawsuit against ACOEM, and to involve the Press, to get them to back off. The equipment no longer belonged to Emergency Management. Too many years had gone by and a lot of the equipment had failed and I'd spent too much of my own money on keeping everything going and in replacing equipment and parts to let it all be taken away by some dumbass who didn't understand what was actually going on. I mean, we're talking about by now THOUSANDS of dollars that I had personally put into all of the equipment and software. That was not going to happen. Turns out, according to Mr. Always-In-The-Know-Capehart, Melissa's then husband Phil had eyes on the equipment and wanted it personally for use with the ACOEM's own ham radio club.

It was pretty scary all the things that were happening all around me because Melissa and some other hams had falsely accused me of something. I was actually being attacked now by people in real government agencies with whom I'd never had a previous problem with before. I couldn't even get a proper police complaint filed or have an investigation started - for anything because people in EM were interfering with the cases...deliberately! The cops would feign cooperation, and feign going through the motions, but do nothing - and happen to take a whole lot of time to do it. Melissa had that much control of everyone in all the key places. I wasn't able to make any of the harassments stop, either. There was nothing TO stop the hams...and they all seemed to know it. The Emergency Manager was actually helping them, thinking that I was the problem not they. And the cops were helping them because the Emergency Manager was inappropriately interfering - TELLING them that I was the problem. Hell, when the Emergency Manager found out that our EMWIN server and ground station equipment were going to be kicked off of the rooftop of the Shands Dental Science Building (according to Jeff, the Emergency Manager had implied to the GARC Faculty Advisor that I was making stuff up and that the hacking of the EMWIN server had probably never happened), he sent the Faculty Advisor an email with his official ACOEM taglilne signature attached to it, giving it the appearance of something "official", with the intent of trying to intimidate the Faculty Advisor into turning over all our EMWIN ground station equipment to them - thousands of dollars worth of equipment! - before the Faculty Advisor had any chance to think about it and realize what was actually going on. Neither GARC nor ACOEM owned it and they had no legal CLAIM to it, either! It had actually been signed OVER to Alachua County SKYWARN by John Fleming, of FDEM in Tallahassee. It was ours. So in other words, yet again without any fact-finding done first, the local EMA tried to use coercive intimidation to acquire equipment that did not belong to it - to in turn be given as a gift to the very same hams who were causing so many problems! So yah...I actually had to threaten to file a civil suit against ACOEM before Donnelly finally got scared at the possible attention to what he was doing and let it go! And I had to threaten to file a lawsuit against GARC, too, before they finnally started hearing me. And then, before I could take back possession of the equipment, the UF lawyers even made me sign a document first - stating that I would not turn around and sue anyone. And I couldn't get the equipment back UNTIL I signed it first. That's COERSION! To top it all off, GARC still has our 4-bay Cushcraft transmitting antenna, and 200' feet of RG-8 cable, and 200' of some pretty expensive 9913 hardline cable, and a Polyphasor. They kept it all; TOOK it from us, citing that they "needed it for the club." So when we fianlly got our equipment back, they had stolen more than a few hundred dollars worth of stuff from us that we never got reimbursed for.

All of this (and more)...because some hams called someone a "problem", and were never asked to prove it.

Melissa got a lot of official people to believe that I was such a serious problem that I needed to be "dealt" with. And she had Dave Donnelly wrapped around her finger.

Finally, I wrote the harassment blog - partly as a tool to try to get some control back in my life, to call attention to what Melissa and other hams were doing, and especially, in the hopes that the unwanted public attention would put fear into the hearts of them and make them stop. That blog was a genious move because it actually WORKED...most PERFECTLY. ...Better in fact than I had hoped it would.

Over the years since, Melissa keeps checking my blog. She does it so often in fact that it actually calls attention to itself in my IP logs and I can't help but notice it. She keeps checking it, obsessively. She can't stop. She can't seem to just let go of me. And every time she does, every time she checks again, it's like a red flag...it's very obvious. ...And every time she does, I can see WHERE she's hitting from. It's like...I could WATCH her moving from Alachua County, and fleeing to Rhode Island. My web counters would detect all of this activity and log it each time.

As an excellent smooth-talker who was able to convince public officials in local emergency management and in the National Weather Service that an innocent man was a very serious "problem"...she was a genious. But as for covering her tracks, and hiding her crimes, keeping her mouth shut, etc. - she's sort of an utter moronic, imbesilic failure. She just can't do it right. When Melissa hates, she gets a tunnel-vision focus on causing her enemies pain and suffering. She is UNABLE to put it down and I was able to use it against her to call attention to herself. She's so predictable with this focus that you can bank on it. It's a sick, twisted, sadistic character trait in her. She CAN'T put down the hate - even if putting it down would mean to avoid detection. She gets so focused on "beating up" her enemies that she forgets what's in front of her and what's around her and who can hear the sadistic things she brags about. She consistently fails to watch her peripheral, and her six, and she gets caught. And that was actually what led to her downfall down here. I didn't have to do any real hard work. She was so obsessive in her abuses that she brought herself down, and left evidence in the form of multiple witnesses and a physical trail of vindictive things done that can today still be referenced.

As a result of the IP logs (see example), I was able to recognize that Melissa had apparently fled up to RI - where she is also apparently now attempting to get in with EM and the Red Cross up there, too...just like she did here.

Here, both ACOEM and the Red Cross fired her simultaneously for forging business cards, advertising titles she didn't actually have, being mean and abusive to innocent people, stalking and harassing them when they didn't do things "her" way. You know...your basic power-monger. She also had a nasty bad habit of calling people up at various hours of the day and night and demanding that they talk to her about really inconsequential things. She'd ring their phones off the HOOK. And all she'd do was complain about people, while keeping you from doing more important things. And if you didn't pick up she'd get angry and ring again and again and again until you finally picked up. She used to call me up at home, at work, while I was 200 miles away doing Census work. I'd tell her to stop and she'd just ignore me. She was such a majorly exasperating pain in the ass about her need for gossip and information about other people. She just couldn't put it down. She's preys upon everyone's want to "let the strangeness go" and to "just ignore it"; and unfortunately, that is EXACTLY how she is able to keep getting away with it for as long as she does.

Both agencies sent her their dismissal letters at the exact same time, and neither agency was even aware that the other was doing it! Now she's up in Rhode Island, trying to get in with their EM and Red Cross angncies. Oh my god! Are you kidding me? Are Providence Emergency Management and the Providence Red Cross in for the same thing, themselves? Are there going to be more innocent victims who are going to be treated same as I was? Who's name and career is she going to ruin and destroy, next? I don't know. I fear for those people, though. I worry that no one will do much more than a basic-level background check on her, and won't EVER think to check the internet...

(sigh)

She needs to stop. She knows what she did. Why does she keep coming back? Does she not LIKE that I blogged about what happened to me? Well, you know?...SORRY, Missy. The laws don't prevent me from writing about all the bad things that actually did happen to me. I have a right to talk about it. God. She was so bad that no one down here would work with her anymore. Then she got fired from VOLUNTEER PUBLIC SERVICE angencies! How the hell does THAT happen? So she fled town to someplace where no one knew her, I guess. ...Where innocent people have no clue who she is, or about the power that she needs and has to have and that she hunts for, and the damage that she can do with it.

I think she has this faint hope that someone in the NWS, or local EM, or elsewhere, will "take care of that Todd guy" and make his stupid blogs go away. So she keeps checking in now and then on that very hope. Fact is, the blog HAS been visited by GARS, GARC, the ARRL, Emergency Management, the NWS, GPD, UPD, ASO, the State Attorney's Office, and good lord!...even the Federal Bureau of Investigation over the past few years...and I've got the IP logs to prove it. It's not like no one knows about its existence. They've all been hitting it ever since the blog first went up in 2009. It's been many years now. If they were going to do something they would have by now. Besides... ALL of the Statutes of Limitations have run out for them now, anyway. And yet, no one has ever made attempt to do anything about the blog. My blog still remains! I've been issued no C&D's, no restraining orders, no subpoenas to appear. I've received no emails, no letters, no phone calls from anyone official. No lawyers or agents have knocked at my door. And they won't. It's not going to happen. It'd be political suicide. And she'll get NO ONE to step forward to be a witness to help her out...no one whom she'd duped into helping her in the past. Not gonna happen. Because no one wants to step forward and give me a NAME to even one person who HELPED her cause me so much pain and suffering. I'd either put them in jail for their abuses of power and/or sue them for everything that they had...and they know it. So, how can it be that so MANY agencies of the law have visited my blog on specific REQUEST of some other agencies and yet...in all those years...NOTHING has happened? ...Because their lawyers are all saying the same thing: "If what this guy is saying really did happen and it really is true then our best legal advice to you is to just leave it alone and NOT make any waves!" I know what my blog means to people. My blog is my secret self-defense weapon. Picking up a sword against it just thrusts the sword right back at my attackers, and they know it. It's a serious, SERIOUS can of worms for them.

[pause]

Remember the "Which cup has the poison in it?" scene from The Princess Diaries? Really...The poison only works against THEM, not me. I'm NOT worried about it.

She probably used the same drills that she used with us in convincing people up there to work with her...

"I have lots of previous experience with SKYWARN."
"I was a Coordinator with West Palm Beach SKYWARN for twenty years."
"I've run a net before."
"I've done this before."
"I've done that before."

And yet, she seems to not ever know how to DO things, and always needs you to hold her hand, while doing it, and no one ever thinks all that much about it. Right?

She'll probably claim that she was "Coordinator" of Alachua County SKYWARN, too, even though it's a lie. Well no. I take that back. She won't do that. Not if she's smart. Someone might actually look that up, and then she'd be screwed. So I say that she's more likely to not say a WORD about Alachua County SKYWARN at all, in fact. Heh-heh-heh. ...Not if she's smart.

Meantime, she should just go away and leave me alone. If she doesn't like this, well I'll say it again...she shouldn't have done what she DID then. It's as simple and as complicated as that. Nothing she did was ever necessary. No one held a gun to her head and FORCED her to be mean and vindictive to people. She only has herself to blame for her own actions.

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Friday, June 1, 2012

Changing The Family Business Flag

Spent the past few days overhauling the web page I made for my girlfriend's business - Mini-Storage of Gainesville. Apparently Penske decided that they wanted to move operations into Home Depot across the street where they would be much more visible, and they gave her less than a month to prepare. That decision could have put her AND her neighboring businesses out of business all at once. The neighboring businesses never knew how close they came. :(

Luckilly, they signed a waver of the contract which would have prevented her from starting up a competing business for 6 months after separation, and within days of the notice, she was able to get a contract with U-Haul.

But this meant that I had to completely rework the web page I made for her. (sigh)

So I got to work and everything is now changed over. She will no longer be renting out Penske's, but U-Hauls, instead.

She actually started out something like 15 or so years ago with U-Haul. She's even had a past Gainesville Sun article written about her and how she helped the owner of the Memphis Bell with a big discount when he had to make an emergency landing in Gainesville years ago, in need of a new engine. :) Apparently it was a big deal how she helped him out. I should probably post that article on her website in the "About Us" section or something. We couldn't use it before because up until recently she's been dealing with Penske trucks, and the article was written when she was renting out U-Hauls.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

On Starlings, Falcons, and Stalkers...

If you've ever been stalked by multiple people before as I have (see Where'd Todd Go?...On Dealing With Psychopaths and Stalking), this video makes total sense to you. I came across it when a Facebook friend posted it, and it made me stop and think.


This video was interesting to me because I couldn't believe that the birds would act in exactly the opposite of what you would expect. You'd THINK that where attacked, they would disperse in every possible direction in order to confuse the attacker. Instead, they all balled into one gigantic black ball, offering up any NUMBER of choice peices of meat.

Then it hit me...

I thought about my stalkers and how they had reacted when I fought back to make them stop. It's something in every animal - even in humans; but especially in animals.

When you're an animal and you know you're about to die, you panic, and you blend in with everybody else in the hopes that the attacker will get confused and *miss* you and get someone else, instead. Or, in the human equivalent: when you get caught, blame everybody else, and hopefully in the confusion someone ELSE will get it, and not you.

I see this darkness in far more people now in my learn-ed age than I would have ever allowed myself to have realized or believed in my naive, inexperienced, and cheerfully hopeful youth. I remember always having exaggerated, elevated, much brighter hopes for mankind when I was a lot younger. (sigh)

In the human world, we're supposed to be intelligent. In the human world, we're supposed to have something that the animals do not, called a "conscience, which supposedly "elevates" us such that it allows us to overcome our instincts to do amazingly honorable things to protect others from harm. In the human world, we're supposed to be more "civil", with morals which are designed to make us own up when we've done something wrong. In the human world, we're supposed to know huge-sounding words such as "honor", "chivalry", "compassion", "understanding", "kindness", "fairness", and phrases like "service to others".

I keep hoping to see good examples of "civilized" humans in my life but in reality, I am continually disappointed at how, in the end, instinct always overcomes, and the good guys always get it because the bad guys were too chicken, and despicably dishonorable.

And you know, it doesn't seem to matter how much "religion" someone's got, either. Even politicians go to church and know a few verses to fool people. For most, religion is simply a notch for the belt - something to put on the resume to fool others into believing that you're a person of "good character". Where is religion, today? It seems to be filled more with goodness-sayers and fast-quoters than very many actual good-doers. I think more and more people are giving up on "religion" these days for that very reason. It doesn't hold the honest goodness and the truth that it used to, anymore. As a result, the world has become so much darker these days; and much more of a "fend for yourself and blame it on the next guy" reality, today.

In the end, the Judases vastly outnumber the ones who are willing to do the right thing, blaming everyone else, hiding behind public service activities and faked good intentions for "alibi", and trying to use everyone else to save their own butts when that falcon "piper" turns wielding really sharp claws.

In other words, that reaction in the video made TOTAL sense to me.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Considering Lawsuit Against State of Fla Over Radar-detector Ticketing Campaign...

Considering the possibility of a class action lawsuit against the State of Florida/DMV/FHP for ticketing motorists for the usage of radar detectors in vehicles on Florida roads:


  1. where the Florida Senate actually killed a bill by Senator Oelrich in 2007 to ban RDs in Florida, setting a "precedence" that their use is okay and accepted in the State of Florida;
  2. for setting confusing, nonspecific, unclear, and contradictory laws (e.g., the "Windshield Obstruction Law"), which contains unfair, inexplicable loopholes for revenue-generating devices, which when combined with the Senate's precedence to allow the use of RDs, places motorists into a no-win, double jeopardy situation of unfair and unconstitutional bias against them if they attempt to fight it.
  3. using the windshield obstruction law to call RD use on windshield "unsafe";
  4. while at the same time offering no adequate or reasonable explanation as to how the toll device is somehow "safe";
  5. charging motorists to USE a toll device that the windshield law would otherwise deem to be be "unsafe" by it's positioning - except by inexplicable "exemption";
  6. accosting motorists $114 for having an RD mounted on a windshield, but not fining people for the use of the toll device mounted on the windshield - often in the same position;

Looking for lawyers to work either pro bono or on a pay-only-if-you-win basis to extract reasonable explanations out of the Florida DMV / Highway Patrol system, and the State of Florida itself, or face a lawsuit.

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Saturday, August 20, 2011

Meltdown At Moe's...

Last night, I went to the Moe's by the Royal Park 16 theater on Newberry Road. I ordered a Joey Jr. (medium burrito), 3 hard-shell Funkmeisters (tacos), and a Taco Salad for Kathy. ( I was hungry. :) ) On Kathy's taco salad, she just wanted ground beef, lettuce, onions, cheese, salsa, and guacamole. On my stuff, they were all the same way...ground beef, lettuce, cheese, onions, sour cream.

FIVE TIMES I had to repeat my order back to the assembler. FIVE TIMES. Why? ...Because every time he asked me what I wanted and how it was to be composed, he stopped me mid-sentence to take care of some chic who had just walked in the door who was upset about the price increase in the "Moo Moo". I'd start to tell him what I wanted, and then some chic at the back of the line would interrupt him. "Oh my GOD! Did the price of the Moo Moo go up?!" He'd cut me off and make me wait while he stopped everything to take care of this poor little college student, who was so distraught over it that she had to know what the deal was NOW.

Have to commend him. It was very important to him to make sure that all the pretty little college girls were satisfied. He'd go through his long schpeil with the girl, and then come back to me and ask what I wanted again.

As I spoke, yet AGAIN, another girl would walk in and freak out over the 10-cent increase in the price of the Moo Moo kids meal. (This must be a pretty popular item with the girls, or something.) Yet again he cut me off to handle this poor little girl who just had to be gently consoled. Yet again, he'd come back to me and again he asked me what I wanted. Then the girl would interrupt him with another question (I forget what about now), again cutting me off. He'd stop me again and talk to her. He came back again and AGAIN asked me what I wanted. (We're up to three times being asked, here.) I paused and stared at him angrilly, but he didn't notice. (sigh) Yet again, I began to explain how I wanted things put together. YET AGAIN...YET ANOTHER girl came in and wanted to know what's up with the price of the god-damned Moo Moo! (Are you KIDDING ME???!!!) :) I'll be damned if yet AGAIN he cut me off and stopped what he was doing and explained to HER now how the price had gone up and how there's no longer the 50-cent bonus thing, but now you get a free drink and something, "...So it's like...included" he says, arms outstretched to put some body expression into his sell.

Noticing the problem, another employee jumps in now, and he wants to help with my order. He asks me what I want. I explain it to HIM. Now the dizzy guy comes back. He wants to know...AGAIN...what I want. But the other guy has begun assmebling my order. He's already started to put together the burrito. The dizzy guy ALSO begins putting together a SECOND burrito, not understanding that the other guy had decided to step in and help because his coworker wasn't paying attention. The helper guy leaves, thinking the frazzled guy has it. AGAIN, the dizzy guy asked me what I wanted on everything. I pointed out, "But uhm...I only wanted ONE burrito."

Now the dizzy guy is starting to get upset with me. As he sees it, I'm just being ditzy and I'm just not able to get my order straight, and he's had to repeatedly ask me what I wanted. (Pause for the gears to click and for the audience to put it together.) Now he's starting to give me looks - like he thinks I'm stupid and incompetent. He's irritated now. He's thinking I can't get my order straight, and that I'm causing him his problems. He's now got two burritos, three tacos, and a taco salad laid out on the assembly board. In an irritated voice, he asks, "So, you DON'T want two burritos?" He looked confused for a second like he didn't know what to do with the extra burrito, and like he was really pissed now. He folded up the extra burrito, and threw it back behind him at the garbage can without looking, and it splattered against the wall and fell to the floor, instead.

Now his attitude is angrier. He looked straight into my eyes, and started treating me like I was stupid.
"Okay, I've got ONE Joey Jr., THREE Funkmeisters, and ONE Taco Salad laid out here. Is this correct, sir?"
"Yes."
"Are you SURE, now?"
"Yes."
I'm being VERY patient at this point, because I REALLY want to knock this guy down on his ass for being so smart and rude for something that is really HIS fault.

He finally began assembling everything together, and I could see that he was being deliberately sloppy about it because by now he's turned this whole thing around in his mind that *I'M* the problem and he just can't wait to get me out of the way. I'm so glad to be away from this guy and finally on my way to the register.

FIVE TIMES this guy stopped to come to the rescue of some STUPID little girl who HAD to know what was up with the price of the STUPID "Moo Moo". (...What a STUPID name! *Sigh!*) And in the end, he treated ME -- in front of EVERYBODY ELSE IN THE LINE, and in front of everybody else sitting in that restaurant, and in front of all of his peer employees, like *I* was a dumbass -- loudly, and rudely.

I am NEVER, EVER returning to that Moe's ever again. I should have gone to the one west of I-75. It's slower, not so many ditzy students, and the crew seems to have such a better attitude.

I didn't deserve that. I just wanted some food. There was no reason for me to have to experience that. I like Moe's, but that experience was uncalled for...especially throwing the food against the wall, and making ME seem like *I* was the problem in front of all the other people who WERE the actual problem in that line.

I came so close to slapping a $20 bill down at the register and saying "Keep the food; here's a twenty for the inconvenience I caused you all", and walking out. ...But I didn't. I should have.

UPDATE - Aug. 25, 2011:

Actually got an email from Ernest Milian, who is the Director of Operations at Moe's (and a number of other restaurants) around town...

Mr. Sherman, I read your blog. It was very detailed and informative. I have taken the opportunity to go back and review the video tapes from the shift that day and use it as a training tool for the employees. We value your business and share your belief and it is our goal to serve our guests smartly and politely as the progress through the line. I apologize for the experience you had and appreciate you reaching out to us to inform us.

Ernest Milian
Director of Operations
Alachua Restaurant Group


Oh, good gosh! Now I'm immortalized in training videos! Now they'll ALL know who I am when I walk into the door! (grin) ;O)

Kidding aside, I do appreciate Mr. Milian's concern, and his effort to get back with me on it.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Christmas and Cancer

I recently posted this on my Facebook page about what happened to my mother when she had cancer...

My friend Michael Heeder posted this on his page...

"Most people have 1000 wishes for Christmas; a cancer patient only has one, to get better. I know 97% of you won't repost this to your status, but my friends will be the 3% that do. In honor of someone who has died, or is still fighting, or survived cancer (like my Dad), copy this as your status ♥"

I repost it here to honor those who have fought cancer, but also...it reminded me of what happened to my mother, who died of cancer herself in 2007; and I thought I'd add the following story about her...

My Mom had cancer and she knew she was dying and that there would be no second chance. I'd promised her long earlier that I would do whatever I could to abide by her wishes, whatever they turned out to be, and that I would stand by her...even when her doctor tried to drug her up, going against both of our wishes, and would repeatedly make her sign a DNR (Do Not Rescuscitate) form while under the influence. While my mother knew she was dying, she - like so many people who know that they're dying and that they don't have much time left - wanted to hold on to every last breath of life while she could. ...And I tried to give that to her - while doctors tried to take it away, actually making her feel GUILTY for holding on.

I remember Mom going to an appointment with her doctor one day and her doctor had yet AGAIN put that DNR in there in her chart. Mom asked her to remove it and the doctor had a temper tantrum - in front of the BOTH of us! She slammed her pen down on the clipboard and BERATED my mother in complete disregard of my presence in the room. "So you want to DRAAAAG this out! Is THAT it, Mrs. Sherman?!!! You want to DRAG this out and make everybody else SUFFER. Is THAT it?!" It took everything that I HAD to keep myself from PUNCHING that doctor, right there in the room. (The doctor was of Asian origin and I guess they have a completely different way of looking at life over in that culture.)

NO one should have to go through anything like that. Death is horrific and cruel enough. Doctors with insensitive mindsets such as what was seen with my Mom's doctor should have their licenses taken away and be banned from ever serving people again. Really, they should be put away. As the doctor once told me..."Your Power of Attorney is only good as long as she's not able to make decisions on her own." But that didn't include times when they'd drug her up on purpose so that her mind was not able to handle anything. They'd ask her to sign those forms when she was in that 'inbetween' period - between consciousness and passed out - where neither of us was technically in control. I've never seen or heard of a doctor going out of her way to DO such a thing, before. ...And I was incredulous at witnessing it happen to us*.

I can't believe I experienced something like that - that my MOM had to endure something like that as she was dying, or that things like this even exist in our world. But there you go. They apparently do.

I have a photo of my mom, laying in her hospital bed, staring at a stuffed teddy bear that I'd gotten for her. I took the photo because I knew exactly what was going through her mind. I didn't have to have the cancer. I didn't have to be the one dying to know how lonely and all alone and abandoned she must have felt - with doctors who were supposed to be there to HELP her, and yet, who were trying to convince her to effectively euthenize herself "for the good of others", "for the good of her family", and "for the good of the world". Can you IMAGINE being placed into such a situation - where doctors all around are surreptitiously attempting to get you to sign a DNR form...by drugging you, and then actually withholding that information from your family so that they don't know until it's too late and can't do anything to help you if something happened? How would YOU react if all the doctors around you were deliberately trying to kill you?...to commit your murder? Why was it that Kevorkian was always in the courtrooms again? Why was it, again, that society thought that what he was doing was wrong? With him, people gave him PERMISSION to kill them, and the courts still interfered. Here, at NFRH, they don't need permission. Apparently they can do whatever they like and they don't have to answer for it. What a paradox.

My mom knew very well already that she was dying. She didn't need to be constantly reminded of her dire situation. ...And then to be told, effectively, that she's holding up a bed, was exceedingly insensitive and cruel. They did everything except utter the words, "Now hurry up and DIE, please!" Now imagine if it were YOUR own mother being treated like that. (sigh) ...She laid there STARING at that god damned thing, and I KNEW what she was thinking in that moment - and it ripped me to fucking SHREADS...and there wasn't a damned thing I could DO about any of it. The doctors had all the control when I was away, and Dr. Larissa Lim, the doctor in charge, made sure to surround herself with doctors who thought just like her, and who were willing to allow this stuff to go on without saying anything to the relatives. :( I remember thinking to myself, "This whole situation is fucking CRUEL, it's NOT NORMAL, it's not FAIR, and it's just NOT RIGHT!!!" ...God DAMMIT!!! It STILL bothers me, even now. :(

THREE TIMES I caught that damned DNR back in my mother's charts. The doctor knew that I was working double the normal hours at my Census job, which was equivalent to having two jobs at the time, that I was busy with every spare other moment trying to take care of last minute details with my mom's affairs because she hadn't taken care of them like she had thought. The doctor knew I'd just had a car accident too, and that my car had been totalled, and that as a result, I was also busy trying to find a rental and a replacement so that I didn't lose my job. I remember having assignments taking me along a path 200 miles long, way out in Volusia County when my mother would call, crying and half drugged, desperately BEGGING me to come back right away because Dr. Lim was yet again making her sign a DNR form. I remember having to tell my mom that I couldn't...that I was many hours away on the other side of Florida. I remember her leaving a voicemail message on my cellphone, once. It was immedately after they'd drugged her, and she drifted off, repeating the words "Todd! Todd! Todd! Todd!...", over and over, endlessly - each word a desperate breath. She ate up the maximum allotted time for the message just repeating my name. She started out more lucid, telling me that they'd drugged her up again and that they were trying to get her to sign the DNR again. She begged me to come back and help her, and asked me where I was a number of times, as if she were talking to me, live. She asked me why I wouldn't come to help her. Then she drifted off into this..."state", and began repeating my name over and over for the rest of the message, until it timed out...a good many minutes. I remember starting to cry, being in Crescent City at the time, a hundred-something miles away, and I couldn't DO anything. :( Nobody knows what that PAIN is like, to have your own family member being treated like that, deliberately ignored and disobeyed...and to not be able to do anything about it. My mother was suffering at the hands of this god damned doctor...and so was I. She was being abused and taken advantage of...and I'd be so far away, and unable to do anything about it. When I WOULD get back, very late, she would be drugged up, completely out of it, and I wouldn't be able to have a lucid conversation with her to find out what had happned. If I even SUGGESTED reversing the medications and waking her up, the nurses would get these very shocked looks on their faces, as if I was being aboslutely ridiculous and perhaps "intervention" might be required or something! The brainwashing within that hospital was very thorough, and no one challenged or spoke up or gave thought to what was morally correct and what wasn't. To do so meant to lose their jobs. So, I'd always have to wait until the drugs wore off, and then I'd get the story and I'd always feel incredulous and betrayed by these supposedly "responsible" people wearing white smocks all around me. What was so incredible was that this doctor would DO this when I wasn't aware, and she wasn't TELLING me she was doing it, either. She was hoping that my mom would DIE before I could do anything about it. She was actively FIGHTING me...AND my mom...BOTH our wishes...deliberately doing the OPPOSITE of our wishes.

It's bad enough already, having to deal with someone in your family dying. It's quite another, and quite extremely surreal, to have to deal with cultish doctors and hospital workers who are actually countermanding your dying family member's wishes, and yours.

The world isn't supposed to work like that. It's very scary to come to the sudden realization that there are actually a vast...VAST...number of people out there who behave in the manner of a cult, and who will literally work together to fight you in the name of preventing what they perceive to be cruel, and who justify themselves by convincing themselves that you are just "not seeing the light" and that intervention is not only necessary but mandatory. I was following my mother's actual wishes. I'd made a promise to do what she wanted - even if it meant using up every last dime we had and it ate up all our potential inheritances. These people were trying to convince me that I was lying to myself. I was grateful for Hospice and what they were trying to do for people; but once my mother was in there, I pretty much ran into the very same thing all over again. They didn't understand what we had just gone through, seemed to be in denial that what the doctors were doing was wrong, and they were actually defending the actions of the rogue doctors, while at the same time, doing their best to make me actually feel guilty for doing what my mother wanted. It was very... (*sigh!*) ...It was like one of those moments where the hallways seem to be stretching out interminably long, and you feel so very much alone, all by yourself, and everyone around you is fucked in the head. ...But the paradox is that in their world, THEY'RE the normal people and YOU'RE the insane one. I felt like I was in the middle of a very dark and twisted movie. You cannot possibly understand until you experience it for yourself.

Mind you, back before Hospice, in amongst working, I'm having to take my mom back and forth in a cycle between rad treatments, chemo treatments, hospital stays, then moving to assisted care facilities, then home. (sigh) Then the cycle would repeat again as Medicare time limits and expense limits would be reached. I was constantly busy and really had NO time to myself. In amidst all of this, the doctors were fighting. Dr. Lim and her staff were constantly negative and were very depressing and cruel. Then there were the doctors who needed candidate patients to experiment with a new cancer tool called the "Cyberknife", which at the time was new and going through trials. They were continually trying to get Mom on the list for it, but complications would always occur which would stall it. They would tell her that it would give her a chance and that with it they could remove the cancer from her lungs. Dr. Lim would argue with that, and advise that the cancer was too infused throughout her lungs and spreading way too quickly for anything to help. The imgery actually wasn't backing that up. She was actually right, but she was GUESSING, at the time. While it may have been true, the fighting with us in itself, and the deliberate countermanding of our wishes NOT use a DNR...this was cruel and wasn't at all funny. But eventually, while the arguments were going on and nothing was happening with the Cyberknife, Mom reached that point where it actually had become impossible to do anything at all and I had no choice but to put her in Hospice.

VERY early one day, after having been out all day working and trying to take care of things and having literally but only a couple hours of sleep, I got a call - I think it was around 3:30am - from someone at Hospice telling me I might want to come...that "it's time." I was SO VERY tired. I literally had to push myself up with my eyes closed, and I got out of bed. I remember literally banging into walls, stubbing my foot on the foot of the bed, forcing myself to get dressed. IT took me forever. I called my mom's sister, and she and her husband came up from Leesburg. I remember when I got there, the nurse actually asked me why it took me so long to get there. (*sigh!*) I'm just a cruel, callous, insensitive bastard, I guess. Yah. That's why.

I want to say that my mom died in the company of family, knowing that they were there. But by then she had been in a coma for days and was not aware of anything when she died. ...Not of me. ...Not of her sister and brother-in-law. I never got to say good-bye, and that bothers me so much. I always felt guilty because I was always gone, always far away, trying to take care of an AWFUL lot of ridiculously unbelievable and overwhelming things going on simultaneously (granted)... But still... That wasn't fair. That wasn't fair. NONE of it was fair...what happened.

At the same time that I was having to deal with my mom dying, I had six (SIX!) local ham radio operators cruelly stalking and harassing me (see Where'd Todd Go?...On Dealing With Psychopaths and Stalking) over control of a program called "Alachua County SKYWARN". I'd done a great job with it. I'd founded it myself; did pretty much everything by myself because no one else wanted to do the real hard work. We were known across the country and helped to form other similar groups, nationwide. There were no problems with the program at all. And we did it without need of dues, or grants, or donations. But apparently the hams saw my program as overshadowing their own ham radio organizations' popularity and publicity and they didn't like it. So they cruelly went to people in emergency management and in the Weather Service and did everything they could to destoy my name, and all trust and confidence in me, and in the organization. I had to deal with hams calling me up and leaving threatening messages on my phone - filling up the answering machine so that it could hold no more messages, ringing my phone off the hook until I answered, email bombing me, pager bombing me, using Spoofcards to falsify CIDs so that they could leave cruel stanzas from songs on my machine like "Why don't you just BREEEEAK down!" They attacked and frightened my friends, and my associations. They threatened to destroy one friend's Naval career by falsely telling the Navy that she was a security threat. I'd call the police and the police would even sabotage my cases because they knew the Emergency Manager, who was being influenced by the hams. The hams threatened me, the organization. They stole passwords and hacked into EMWIN equipment (weather-related computer and satellite downlink equipment that had been given to Alachua County SKYWARN by the State and federal government) and perused directories containing PII information (it stands for 'Personally Identifiable Information'). At some point or another, I'd called the Gainesville Police Department, the University Police Department, the Alachua County Sheriff's Office, the State Attorney's Office. The hams knew everyone, and everywhere I went I got blown off. One day early on, while I was still taking care of my mom, one ham called the house and even feigned an emergency and made my mom actually disconnect from her O2 machine and to come get me off the john some 60 feet away. I remember hearing her, gasping for breath, slapping her hand on the wall as she approached, wondering what was so urgent that she would disconnect herself and come to get me so far away in the bathroom. Was she having a heart attack and coming to tell me to take her to the hospital? When she told me what it was about, I was livid. I slowly walked her back to her bed, and hooked her back up to the machine. When I answered the phone, the individual admitted what I had suspected - that there was no actual emergency, that she just wanted me to pick up the phone so that we could 'talk'. She DID know my mother's condition, too, when she did that - AND HAD RECENTLY LOST HER OLDEST DAUGHTER TO CANCER, HERSELF!!! And on the DAY of my mother's funeral service, one ham was even emailing me, harassing me with complaints that he said another ham was writing to ARRL Section Managers about me. ...What? The day of my mom's funeral was the appropriate time for this?

I no longer trust hams because of how I was treated by them, especially for how they treated my mother, and for their lack of compassion even after she had died. I no longer want anything to do with ham radio for that. I have dealt with hams for many years and I have been consistently burned by them. I repeatedly find them to be immature, brash, unbehaved, uncontrollable, not capable of listening to authority, they do what they want regardless of the laid down rules, they're wanting of the impossible, and hide to the four winds when you need them to do a job, they bitch and complain about each other endlessly, and they're never satisfied. They big-headed, think they're priviledged because emergency management treats them with far too much leniency. And most of all, they're extremely unprofessional and unreliable. The ham license today doesn't mean the same thing that it used to. We should have never allowed the code requirement to disappear. It would have kept out the people who weren't serious.

And because of what happened to my mother at the hands of one doctor at North Florida Regional, I no longer trust the medical profession to be honest or capable of doing the right thing, either. What matters instead (comes the ultimate realiation to me) is the 'bottom line'...the money, someone taking up space in a bed that they consider to be better used by someone who is going to 'make it'. I'm reminded of the ST:TNG episode "Half A Life" with David Ogden Stiers playing a man past a certain age on a planet where once people reach the age of 60, they have to engage in a ceremonial ritual suicide and step into a chamber to disintegrate themselves "to avoid old age, infirmity, indignity, dependence on others, and the cruel uncertainty about when the end would come." ...Or more basically, so as not to be a burden on the rest of society. I think we're actually there, now. My mother should not have been so cruelly treated. I shouldn't have had to deal with all of that myself, either. It was so unspeakably cruel.

I NEVER got to say goodbye to my mother because I had to keep working, and because I had to take care of a lot of last minute affairs which should have been taken care of but that my mother I think didn't want to take care of because no one wants to admit that they're dying, I guess. ...And that's what taking care of your "final affairs" would be...an acknowledgement that this really is "it." (sigh) I guess I don't blame her for it. I understand it completely, in fact. But when they finally called me that night...I was SO tired. I was getting no sleep at all. Still, I stayed with my mother until her last breath. In fact, I can tell you the exact minute and the second that her last breath actually occurred (I was watching her closely; couldn't help it), and that the nurse's written time on her death certificate is wrong by some 15+ minutes. My mom never reawakened so that I could get that final good-bye. :(

I will have ALL of that experience in my mind and in my heart to deal with...for the rest of my life.

Christmas that year really sucked because I had Mom's bad experiences to be forced to repeatedly have to think about over and over in my mind after she died.

...But it was made a little easier by having met Kathy.

See, at the same that Mom had died, I'd met Kathy...oddly, out of having to inventory some items that Mom had left in a storage room in a storage facility that Kathy owned. As I paid the bill, we just started talking... Kathy was so NORMAL. (long pause) No, then again, I take that back...she's NOT normal. She's both. She's like ME, in fact; and it was refreshing. I got to know her. ...Someone who thought like me, who laughed at my stupid jokes, who played jokes on ME, who could could be childish where everybody else insisted upon seriousness; who could hammer, cut, saw, stain, sew, AND who didn't mind getting greasy and who could fix a car problem...who enjoyed children and being with her grandkids, going for walks in the park, listening to a cantata, or rocking out to the latest pop or rock music, and who had no beef with slipping an ice cube down my pants to get me back after I pulled a prank. We've been seeing each other for 3-1/2 years, now, as of the time of this writing.

So I guess you could say that in the midst of death, came another life...


There are photos of my mother and some small details about her life in my photo album on my Facebook page, but you have to be a "friend" in order to view them, right now. Unfortunately, after all the negative experiences I've had with people these past number of years, I am finding it harder to trust. Eventually, I plan to duplicate the photos on my personal web site, which is open to all.