Although my poetry has appeared in Chinook Coupon book, a letter in Cineaste Film Quarterly and Martha Gellhorn once did me the honor of a very long letter, all of this is obscure and I am not really the type of person anyone has much interest in being somewhat infirm.  My long lost father, a WW2 Naval Lieutenant, author of texts, Peace Corps leader was a victim of bad faith by the University of Pittsburgh where he was Chair for Philosophy of Education. My own fortune was struck down in childhood and my life has been spent deaf, unwanted, an object of considerable undesirable attention by unions and gangs, I ended up one math class shy of a Bachelors, with an Associates, and am 59 years old with diabetes from grueling and severe mistreatment by criminal authorities.   I never had a family. My attempts to secure protection from abuse have been laughed at.

     Despite this, as a man born in the last years of Dwight Eisenhower who remembers the Kennedy brothers and understood what I saw in the 80’s, I have done my level best to continue reading and exploring such cities as Pittsburgh and Seattle for understanding about our civilian dilemma under the monstrous regime.    Trump is a priceless forgery. I’ve seen too much to put any hope in relief, but I have done my level best in my blog which, as a heartbroken loser living in Section 8 is next to impossible to afford and exists month to month. I stand by my testimony and review the text for errors as time permits.

     There is no ideological rhapsody attending to it.  My inability to get protection from abuse, publish on the air, be financially compensated speaks for itself.  One Kennedy assassination researcher did tribute me by saying I had created a “national treasure.” Maybe you can find the time to look it over