I''ve been neglecting to open this book until tonight. I got an email library notice. I didn't open it. I went to a pile of library books and noticed that I had not opened this one.
"Awwwwww shit!" is exactly what went through my head in the first paragraphs of the Prologue.
My whistle blowing on the corrupt, lame, Podunk attempts at network centric warfare by this drunk driving 'Deliverance' minded communist like community will never stop.
My first lover was taken from me by a drunk driver. Though we weren't in MO. So, silence on the subjects of unapologetic drinkers who get behind the wheel of a car is an unreasonable expectation. She was a resident, or intern. She worked in Pediatric Oncology. She may have been volunteering. I know once she started that study she couldn't wait for one of us to get pregnant. We didn't live together, per se. Our work, our lifestyles, and my activism kept us a couple hours apart. She was from a more affluent family, and I knew if something happened to me she'd have all the resources need to raise the baby.
Back then everything we did had to be on the DL. Including her pregnancy. Lesbianism wasn't the fad that it is today. It wasn't chic, hip, cosmopolitan, or popular. Gays were viewed (still are actually) as unnatural and retaliation came in many forms.
Things were pretty brutal back then. Sexual orientation was not protected. Back then the E.E.O.C. did NOT do investigations into discrimination based sexuality. Anyway, her asshole parents, my asshole parents, and the asshole men she and I had to answer to in hopes of a career, or even a job had no idea. No community support.
Our pregnancy was arranged by closeted med students. My eggs, her womb. I had tried passionately to conceive the old fashion way. I had a risk of not carrying full term, and I was a radical picking fights with child molesters. I deduced that if anything happened to me legislation would give our child to my parents. I wasn't about to let that happen. It took a while and some cash, but I explained that no judge would take a child from her that she carried. The fact that it was my little prodigy egg would never be known. The baby had a full head of black hair just like I did.
Neither survived the drunk driver.
Our friends & families had deep seeded hatred for homosexuals. Her family learned of me eventually. My alleged friends and child molesting family never heard of her. I shared about her with a group about a year ago. I sobbed so hard I couldn't speak. That's the last time I will ever speak, from my mouth, the details of the entire family that I lost to drunken driving. The fact that drunken driving is still an epidemic in this alleged 'progressive' net-centric community will not allow me to forget.
And I'll raise hell on their behalf about the sociopathic alcoholic & addict personalities until the day I die.
I believe that they would be very disappointed if I didn't fight in loving memory of them. My radical & sacrificial adult life has been a memorial to them. It's going to stay that way.
I've been perfecting my skills & techniques since I was a tiny female toddler savant born unto a U.S. Navy Veteran father & education major mother. I was telling my mother the details about some of the masterful interventions I pulled off involving all layers making up the governing dynamics of the noncompliance of Lowell C.I. regarding the federal Prison Rape Elimination Act. P.R.E.A.
She was not surprised by my miracle working. She said "You know where you got your training ... Don't yuh? From your Daddy... "
She's experienced it all of my life. She and my former partner Cate begged me to let the Beasley case go. Mom told me to have Cate drive to AZ because we all saw that Orange County was already violating Brady. My Mom was a legal assistant for years. For Bob James's father A. Lamkin James & R. Lynn Alexander. She was my primary consultant on the racketeering evidence that I found. She asked at one point: "Heather all of this evidence you have, and the information that you've put together puts you in a very powerful position over a lot of lives. What are you going to do with all of that power?"
"I've got to act, Mom. This is a criminal organization of child molesters stealing hundreds of thousands of dollars from the I.R.S., the S.S.A, food stamps, and credit card fraud all via stolen inmates identities with their bogus non-for-profit registered through the Florida department of the Treasury. All of it was confessed by Beasley's incarcerated criminal partners at a FL Department of Corrections facility that Cate toured when she got her C.O. certification. Mom, all those letters were read by officials at D.O.C. This organized fraudulent I.R.S. claims in the names of inmates has been endorsed by the FL Department of Corrections. Written confessions. Plus they police report from Bolivar MO where Beasley caught 17 new charges while he was R.O.R.'d from the Orlando charges..."
"You are a national hero, Heather. You realize that, don't you?" my mother said to me.
"Mom, you need to prepare yourself for me going to prison. I didn't just catch the bad guys, here. I caught multiple jurisdictions allowing a SUPERVISED sexual predator participate in organized crime, and access new victims while R.O.R.'d only to get 30 years probation, then he's been given access to another victim while he's wearing an ankle monitor and GPS locating device. I've humiliated a whole lot of 'official smart people. My old warrant isn't going anywhere. I will go to prison. For how long is a mystery..." I was nauseated.
"They have to drop that old V.O.P. warrant." She stressed. She was right. chad said that he worked as a prosecutor in that office and it was standard practice to throw shit out for 'unpaid agents of the state'. He looked at the register of actions on the Beasley Case. He saw why they buried me. They didn't follow through with all the requirements on the P.R.R. motion. I had exposed their OWN criminal acts.
"I doubt it." I replied. I called Glen Harris to let him know that I found evidence that the Orlando A.S.A.'s needed to know about, and horrific child pornography. He went nuts. I called Chris Wilkinson who swore me in as soon as he stepped through my front door. I wish I could have told him that I was autistic, with a savant syndrome, so he would have better understood my affect.
Those long distance phone conversations with my mother regarding the evidence was around Christmas 2010. The second was around the first week of December 2012. I had not met Dr. Cronon, or Virginia Holiday.
I really liked the part where Boot establishes that guerilla warfare is far more effective than the network-centric warfare established in the 1990's. Social networking...
Net-centric warfare 'seeks to translate an information advantage, enabled in part by information technology, into a competitive advantage through the robust networking of well informed geographically dispersed forces.' - Wikipedia
Like the Podunk net-centric warfare attempted by this medical community here in Columbia MO. Probably operating on their own criminally falsified records containing stacks of criminal medical negligence, criminal falsification of said records, and criminal malpractices. And perhaps the scandalous love letters that I sent Venus.
RFLMAO!!! I told her. She always was a snitch. Probably the family snitch amongst her siblings. I remember telling her some crazy shit in her car. I'd set and wait, and wait. Then one of her superiors would step up and roll on her. They didn't know I set her up. They'll get over it. Half of what I wrote was the absolute truth, that has been carried out over the past few months, in regards to my feelings and how far I was willing to go to establish my devotion.
The other half was utter bullshit to preserve the integrity of my investigation/intervention on behalf of 8 kids of the child molesters she was sworn to protect. I wish I had some of those letters for publication.
Actually, I still have them in as 'Sent' emails in my other yahoo email account!!!
I don't do GLBT events, rallies, politics, fests, etc. I've always met my lovers on the J>O>B>. Except my ex. I think we were chatting online. I think... It was my Neurontin years. I remember falling asleep on the phone with her. I couldn't sleep unless I could hear her breathing.
Virginia gave me a direct order "Don't screw anybody. They'll just set you up!" Woman is quite right. It's always a set up. By both parties. I'm not screwing anymore lesbians. MILF's only for me. No little kids. Their kids have to be out of the nest. Not that I see this happening anytime soon. It's just a strategy for low drama. Straight moms are good at keeping things on the D.L. yes, I do know from experience. Finding any female worth my time is the real challenge. They either bore me stupid with inane conversation or tweet stupid shit.
Crap. I'm supposed to writing about my war tactics... Which sex certainly qualifies. It's all about working the angles... LOL! I'm sure Virginia would agree. I'm not about to reveal anymore of my skills than what is advantageous to me.
