What other people do really isn’t my focus. It’s what I do that counts to me. I can’t control anybody but myself. That’s the degree of my preach. I can talk or write all day and night and it means nothing, since the government controls all movement of my words. Total control over my intellectual material is what the USA government claims to have over me.
I can’t imagine what crime law enforcement must think I committed to warrant surveillance since 1975, when I was one of the chaperones for high school kids going to The Soviet Union. The internet didn’t exist back then. I had a cheap typewriter, when I did begin to write my first cookbook. It wasn’t until I became handicapped that I began a newsletter for people with dystonia and other neuro disorders or diseases. First called Dystonia Support System, then Vox Dei, then Challenged By Handicap. All the crap they threw at me, a handicapped person, tells you something about who and what they represent.




