Monday, October 27, 2008
Bloggst
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The Present
Currently I am less inhibited than I was. I am able to write now and have returned to working on my screenplays. I am looking for a part time job but don't seem to be having much luck finding one in this town. My sexual functioning is still inhibited and I find it difficult to have a social life. I want my readers to discover my book, myscreenplays and the flash fictions I have written and learn what a terrific guy I am.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Thomas Canfield's Invention and Me
Dr. Thomas Canfield
Thomas Canfield is a man who didn’t know that trees need water. I know this because from 1983 to 1986 I lived next door to him in a house that my family rented from him on his land where he was trying to start a tree nursery even though the land had no water rights. He had let the land become overgrown with dry brush because the forest service had told him that this might offer the trees some protection.
I seriously doubt, however, that the forest service had led him to believe that the trees had much chance of reaching maturity without water and without tending. I can only imagine that Canfield had dreamed up the idea that because pine and spruce trees grow so well in a Colorado mountain forest that he could get them to just do the same on his waterless land.
Canfield evidently was unfamiliar with the fact that a Colorado mountain forest, even though the Colorado climate is semi-arid, has plenty of sources of water. Also the forests have existed since before any man came to Colorado, so there has long been natural protection for any young trees that spring up. In other words, there is no logic that can draw similarities between what happens in a forest and what Thomas Canfield was trying to do.
By profession Canfield is supposed to practice forensic medicine or pathology and I can’t imagine that any job would have more need for the use of logic than that one. Yet, this article will show that Thomas Canfield was incapable of asserting logic into his actions.
At some point, he decided to use his profession to turn inventor. He invented a device that could assert some control over the brain and in turn over other bodily functions. I am not sure he understood though that control over the brain does not mean control over the mind. More than anything, I believe the man wanted to make an impression on the world of just what he could do. I also believe he had a perverse need to try and control another human life.
What he did not do, however, I am quite sure, is map out the areas of the brain that control functions. The man is not that diligent as shown by his tree venture and since doctors have been working on this for quite sometime, I am sure Canfield just borrowed their research. I do not know whether he was just more daring than others or just simply more stupid.
Me
I am Terrence Clark Wilson or at least that is the pseudonym under which I write. I was born Rocky Lynn Wilson on April 6, 1968 to Dale Harold and Emma Faye Wilson. At the time of my birth, my parents ran a rest home in a large two story house. Later when I was two years old we moved from the rest home in Paonia, Colorado to Montrose, Colorado where my father ran a Kirby vacuum distributorship and repair shop. When I was four my parents moved from Montrose to the Crawford area.
It was during this portion of my life that my sisters became particularly important to me. I have three sisters. Two of them are older than me and the one was born during the time that we lived in Montrose.
I was not sent to kindergarten so my oldest sister began at this time to school me on some things at home. Later, I attended first through third grades in Crawford, Colorado. My fourth year in school we returned to Montrose where we continued to live in various rental residents until I graduated from Montrose High School in 1986. In January of 1987 I began college at Adams State College in Alamosa, Colorado.
For two summers during my college I worked at a nursing home in Montrose. When school let out in the spring of 1989, I returned to Montrose and began work at the Russell Stover’s Candies plant in town. That fall I returned to college, but having a terrible feeling that people were always talking about me I returned to Montrose and began work at Russell Stover’s again.
Shortly afterwards, I began having problems with my sexual functioning and began to have sweeping feelings of despondency. Being homosexual I blamed my dead beat and bigoted father, who was far more than just homophobic. Finally, being scared and frustrated I threatened my father with a kitchen salad knife.
This lead to my being hospitalized in a psychward at Montrose Memorial Hospital. The psychiatrist there, who I liked prescribed Haldol explaining to me the possible side effects of that terrible medication and telling me I had a paranoid delusional disorder. After I was released from the hospital, the problems receded so I returned to college the next fall.
I continued through college and continued to have the occasional sexual experience as I obtained a Bachelor of Arts degree with a major in English and a minor in Speech/Theater. I had enough credits for a minor in History too, but this never got recorded on my transcript and I was not granted a teaching certificate as the cooperating teacher that I student taught under seemed to have a problem with me.
I returned to Montrose in the summer of 1993 and began working different jobs that were available in the community. My father died in 1997 just after I had done a stint of time as a general assignment reporter. After my fathers death I found another job and life went on the way it had been until April of 2000 when I decided to strike out for new territory and see if I couldn’t put my life more into the professional scheme of things.
I ended up in Lawrence, Kansas where I thought I would look into the masters degree program in English at the University of Kansas. I found a job working at a plastics manufacturing plant, which I turned out to hate. Later, I decided I needed a second job and I had gotten an invitation to apply with HyVee a grocery chain that was opening a brand new second store in Lawrence.
I filled out the application that came in the mail and was called for an interview. I was interviewed by a woman who scheduled me to come back for a second interview. When I arrived for the second interview, I was seated at a table and told that the interviewer would be with me shortly. I noticed an arrogant looking young man doing some of the interviews and thought I hope he doesn’t interview me. Sure enough though that was who came and set down at my table. I was surprised when he seemed very personable and hired me telling me he had only a carry out position and that I could probably expect a promotion later. I was pleasantly surprised and had little idea at the time that I should have stuck with my first impression.
At first things went well, I helped get the store ready to open and by the time it opened I had quit my other job and was ready to work full time at HyVee. The man who had hired me was named Chris Wiltfong and he was the store operations manager. When the store opened I had a great rapport with my costumers and enjoyed the work. Because I had done well on my computer based training, I was often able to help the cashiers out when they didn’t know something about their registers.
As time went on, however, the situation got worse. I began to have problems with my sexual functioning again and I noticed that as I worked my fellow employs were talking about me, not to my face but among themselves and what was more is that they were listening to my thoughts and responding to them.
I had taken another job at an Arby’s near where my apartment was and there I was treated with respect. Finally, however, it became apparent that I was going to have to return home to family. I gave notice at both of my jobs and began trying to make preparations for the return to Montrose.
On my last day at Hy-Vee, the big show down came. As I was clocking in, I heard to of the managers talking saying that some people didn’t fit but for someone to have to commit suicide was terrible. Knowing from everything else that had taken place that they were talking about me, I became shaky all over and was near tears. I told someone that I couldn’t finish the day out as I was sick and went home. This did not help.
I was tormented and shaky all day long, I couldn’t get anything done. Finally, at night time I decided to flee. I got in my car and made my way out onto I-70 headed for home. As I was driving, I could hear Chris Wiltfong’s voice saying, “For Christ’s sake, Rocky, if you don’t have guts enough to commit suicide.
The problems were not alleviated by the fact that I was driving on bald tires. I knew I was going to have to do something so I took the road that went to Manhattan, KS, the home of Kansas State University, and drove into to town found a convenience store and bought some Nytol. I pulled into a Kansas State University parking lot took the Nytol and tried to sleep in my car.
After I finally got to sleep, when I awoke the next morning to the parking lot filling up, I was still hung over from the overdose of Nytol. I knew I had to leave the parking lot because I did not have a university parking permit and I knew I had to do something, so I decided to drive back to my apartment in Lawrence. I took a back highway and it was the worst drive of my life.
When I got home, I was just laying down to sleep, when the phone rang. It was my mother and my sister. They told me that they were coming to get me and suggested that I go to the hospital for a few days until they got there. They called the Lawrence police for me and a police officer came and took me to the hospital.
I was in the hospital for three days. By that time my mother and my sisters had my stuff packed and we were ready to head back to Montrose.
Back in Montrose, I began seeing a therapist at the mental health center. She assured me that my misgivings due to my experience in Lawrence had been misplaced and that there was no one who didn’t have a place in society. I had been given information about PFLAG potlucks in Grand Junction, which was about a thirty mile trip, and I began going.
At my third potluck, I met a man who took an interest in me and we began seeing each other. I ended up moving in with him in Parachute, CO and getting a job at the Rifle, CO City Market grocery store. At last, I had a fulltime partner albeit as it turned out a very messed up one.
I worked for City Market for a year, at which point, I had been accepted into a master’s degree program at Kansas State University with a GTAship. Both my partner and I ended up going to Manhattan and I was back in Kansas.
The graduate teaching assistantship only lasted for one semester, so I left the MA program and went to work at a Dillons grocery store. My partner was interested in a MSW program at Washburn University in Topeka so the following fall we moved to Topeka. I got a job at the university dining services and began taking some classes at the university including a creative writing class.
I also began writing a screenplay about a young homosexual man, who, after graduating high school and the death of his dead beat, bigoted and emotionally abusive father, is faced with the necessity of coming to terms with his sexuality and the legacy his father has left on his life. By the time I was finished with this, my partner was getting kicked out of the MSW program for being a troublemaker. Our relationship was on the rocks and since I was not making enough money to live on my own in Topeka, I was forced to return home.
Back in Montrose, I got a job at Safeway, but I was getting tired of the grocery business so I applied at Community Options, Inc., a not for profit community service organization providing residential and vocational assistance to the developmentally disabled in the community. I got the job and I loved it. It was challenging and rewarding.
My ex-partner had burned his bridges in Kansas. So being the compassionate guy that I am I allowed him back into my life and my mother and I ended up giving him residence. This seemed acceptable for awhile.
Then one day, I was getting into my car after conducting some business in town, when a young man down the street hollers at another young man saying, “Chris Wiltfong says were going to send him back where he belongs.” I could smell trouble brewing.
Over a period of time, I discovered that this thing could activate my bowels, could cause me to pass gas at embarrassing moments, and could cause my eyes to roll up so that I was looking at the sky or the ceiling. What’s more once I knew this I knew that it had been used this way all of my life time.
But what was worse is that I discovered that it could do much more. Through activating my sinuses it could cause a build up of mucus in my respiratory passages and my esophagus that would cause me to throw up. It controlled my desire for cigarettes so that I was smoking constantly. It could cause my brain to cease for temporary periods. It could cause me to loose all power of concentration. And it controlled my sleep and my appetite, so that for awhile I was getting no sleep. And then for an extended period of time it made it so that the thought of food made me want to gag. And, it could make me feel excruciating pain in any part of my body. All in all it was the worst torture chamber imaginable.
Eventually, I was forced to quit my job. I was able to get on disability because a psychiatrist listed me as a chronic schizophrenic. I had written my book in the months proceeding this vicious attack on my life and as I underwent the torture, I was able to write some. I wrote poems like “In a Confrontation,” “The Believer to the Sacrificer,” and “Thoughts the Sacred.” I revised the book taking some poems out and adding some of these poems. Finally, I print on demand published the book with Outskirts Press, entitling it As-I-Learn Poetry or I Can Write and So Can You: A Spiritual Approach.
I also started writing Perry Heidegger’s Sense of Self, which is a short fantasy novel about a man with schizophrenic like symptoms that he discovers are brought on by evil wizards who are trying to take over two planets. I also started several more screenplays, including one based on Paul Zindel’s young adult novel, The Pigman. This was curtailed, however, by the ravages of Thomas Canfield’s invention.
It was during this period of time that I got them to tell me that Thomas Canfield was responsible for this thing. A fact that I did not find hard to believe because, while I was not well acquainted with the man he was someone who had had access to me all of my life.
I being a non violent person decided to use the fact that the sound of my thoughts was on all over town to try and fight this attack. I spent much of my time explaining to the populace of Montrose that this invention was just harm and endangerment. That on the average person, if it was used to try and get them to commit suicide, like it was being used on me, it would cause a flight or fight response. When the person couldn’t flee they would choose to fight and this would mean violence, quite probably getting some one or several people killed.
There is the possibility that you could use the invention to freeze a person’s ability to act but you would probably have to keep them frozen that way until they died and that would take a long time and get very messy.
I also explained that most people do not want to give up on a sex life, so if you try to cut off their sexual functioning, especially in this way where they can tell it is not by natural causes, are going to get fighting mad and most likely get violent. I explained, as well, that sexual need and desire begin in the human being almost at the time of birth and people start identifying physical attractions as early as four and five years old and it is not a product of the sexual organs but of the mind and that anyone who had read Satyricon would know that even eunuchs had it. So even if you got people past the initial reaction to it they would have a hard time living without a reasonable outlet for their sexual needs. It is quite likely that the person living under these conditions would be the person that gets fed up with humanity and decides to go postal. Anybody, I said, has the option of getting their hands on an assault weapon and going down to the supermarket or the mall and blowing several people into eternity and to hell with the consequences.
So I explained that Thomas Canfield was emotionally retarded because he had no ability to empathize with people. Also, that he was a psychopathic, anti-social personality. The definition of a psychopath is someone who is overly aggressive and seriously irresponsible with no feeling of guilt. Everything about Thomas Canfield’s invention is overly aggressive and it is seriously irresponsible for all of the reasons I had already denoted. During this whole time, Thomas Canfield displayed no sense of shame.
The definition of an anti-social personality, I explained is someone who behaves in violent and socially unacceptable ways. I consider causing people to fart at embarrassing moments, activating someone’s bowels at inconvenient times, and torturing people, socially unacceptable behavior. Certainly because Thomas Canfield’s invention violates one’s being, it is violent and abusive. Violence begets violence and abuse begets abuse.
Furthermore, I explained that anyway you look at it Thomas Canfield is a criminal. Because taking control of someone’s brain is a seizure that is unreasonable and does not make a person secure in their person it violates the fourth amendment of The Constitution of The United States of America. Because it is a punishment that is cruel and unusual it violates the eighth amendment also.
Because this invention puts the person it is used in servitude to it, it is a form of involuntary servitude and violates the thirteenth amendment. Because it was used to try to deprive one of life and because it deprives one of certain liberties, including the right to gainful employment, which further deprives one of property and since all of this was imposed on me without my having ever seen a courtroom or being given right to due process of the law as a U.S. citizen it violates the fourteenth amendment.
Furthermore, every U.S. citizen of every orientation and intelligence level has the right to the free and unhindered practice of their sexuality in whatever non-harmful ways they can find to practice it, so Thomas Canfield’s invention violates this. Also since my thoughts and words were being listened to all over town, and every conversation I had with my therapists or doctors could be heard and everything that went on in my household scrutinize by the populace of Montrose it violated every privacy law in the books.
So, having concluded that Thomas Canfield was a criminal, I explained that I believed that since body hair growth is cause by hormones and the brain controls the endocrine system that produces the hormones, Thomas Canfield’s invention had caused hair to grow all over my body including my back. I also explained that this was probably the worst human rights violation ever.
You may try to say that I am wrong and schizophrenia carried me far away from reality. But there is far too much evidence in my life that I am right and I have been associated with far too many schizophrenics not to know that what I have experienced does not fall into the normal parameters of schizophrenia. This is true because what schizophrenics experience is far removed from reality, their hallucinations do not involve person’s they know to exist.
Thomas Canfield is a man who didn’t know that trees need water. I know this because from 1983 to 1986 I lived next door to him in a house that my family rented from him on his land where he was trying to start a tree nursery even though the land had no water rights. He had let the land become overgrown with dry brush because the forest service had told him that this might offer the trees some protection.
I seriously doubt, however, that the forest service had led him to believe that the trees had much chance of reaching maturity without water and without tending. I can only imagine that Canfield had dreamed up the idea that because pine and spruce trees grow so well in a Colorado mountain forest that he could get them to just do the same on his waterless land.
Canfield evidently was unfamiliar with the fact that a Colorado mountain forest, even though the Colorado climate is semi-arid, has plenty of sources of water. Also the forests have existed since before any man came to Colorado, so there has long been natural protection for any young trees that spring up. In other words, there is no logic that can draw similarities between what happens in a forest and what Thomas Canfield was trying to do.
By profession Canfield is supposed to practice forensic medicine or pathology and I can’t imagine that any job would have more need for the use of logic than that one. Yet, this article will show that Thomas Canfield was incapable of asserting logic into his actions.
At some point, he decided to use his profession to turn inventor. He invented a device that could assert some control over the brain and in turn over other bodily functions. I am not sure he understood though that control over the brain does not mean control over the mind. More than anything, I believe the man wanted to make an impression on the world of just what he could do. I also believe he had a perverse need to try and control another human life.
What he did not do, however, I am quite sure, is map out the areas of the brain that control functions. The man is not that diligent as shown by his tree venture and since doctors have been working on this for quite sometime, I am sure Canfield just borrowed their research. I do not know whether he was just more daring than others or just simply more stupid.
Me
I am Terrence Clark Wilson or at least that is the pseudonym under which I write. I was born Rocky Lynn Wilson on April 6, 1968 to Dale Harold and Emma Faye Wilson. At the time of my birth, my parents ran a rest home in a large two story house. Later when I was two years old we moved from the rest home in Paonia, Colorado to Montrose, Colorado where my father ran a Kirby vacuum distributorship and repair shop. When I was four my parents moved from Montrose to the Crawford area.
It was during this portion of my life that my sisters became particularly important to me. I have three sisters. Two of them are older than me and the one was born during the time that we lived in Montrose.
I was not sent to kindergarten so my oldest sister began at this time to school me on some things at home. Later, I attended first through third grades in Crawford, Colorado. My fourth year in school we returned to Montrose where we continued to live in various rental residents until I graduated from Montrose High School in 1986. In January of 1987 I began college at Adams State College in Alamosa, Colorado.
For two summers during my college I worked at a nursing home in Montrose. When school let out in the spring of 1989, I returned to Montrose and began work at the Russell Stover’s Candies plant in town. That fall I returned to college, but having a terrible feeling that people were always talking about me I returned to Montrose and began work at Russell Stover’s again.
Shortly afterwards, I began having problems with my sexual functioning and began to have sweeping feelings of despondency. Being homosexual I blamed my dead beat and bigoted father, who was far more than just homophobic. Finally, being scared and frustrated I threatened my father with a kitchen salad knife.
This lead to my being hospitalized in a psychward at Montrose Memorial Hospital. The psychiatrist there, who I liked prescribed Haldol explaining to me the possible side effects of that terrible medication and telling me I had a paranoid delusional disorder. After I was released from the hospital, the problems receded so I returned to college the next fall.
I continued through college and continued to have the occasional sexual experience as I obtained a Bachelor of Arts degree with a major in English and a minor in Speech/Theater. I had enough credits for a minor in History too, but this never got recorded on my transcript and I was not granted a teaching certificate as the cooperating teacher that I student taught under seemed to have a problem with me.
I returned to Montrose in the summer of 1993 and began working different jobs that were available in the community. My father died in 1997 just after I had done a stint of time as a general assignment reporter. After my fathers death I found another job and life went on the way it had been until April of 2000 when I decided to strike out for new territory and see if I couldn’t put my life more into the professional scheme of things.
I ended up in Lawrence, Kansas where I thought I would look into the masters degree program in English at the University of Kansas. I found a job working at a plastics manufacturing plant, which I turned out to hate. Later, I decided I needed a second job and I had gotten an invitation to apply with HyVee a grocery chain that was opening a brand new second store in Lawrence.
I filled out the application that came in the mail and was called for an interview. I was interviewed by a woman who scheduled me to come back for a second interview. When I arrived for the second interview, I was seated at a table and told that the interviewer would be with me shortly. I noticed an arrogant looking young man doing some of the interviews and thought I hope he doesn’t interview me. Sure enough though that was who came and set down at my table. I was surprised when he seemed very personable and hired me telling me he had only a carry out position and that I could probably expect a promotion later. I was pleasantly surprised and had little idea at the time that I should have stuck with my first impression.
At first things went well, I helped get the store ready to open and by the time it opened I had quit my other job and was ready to work full time at HyVee. The man who had hired me was named Chris Wiltfong and he was the store operations manager. When the store opened I had a great rapport with my costumers and enjoyed the work. Because I had done well on my computer based training, I was often able to help the cashiers out when they didn’t know something about their registers.
As time went on, however, the situation got worse. I began to have problems with my sexual functioning again and I noticed that as I worked my fellow employs were talking about me, not to my face but among themselves and what was more is that they were listening to my thoughts and responding to them.
I had taken another job at an Arby’s near where my apartment was and there I was treated with respect. Finally, however, it became apparent that I was going to have to return home to family. I gave notice at both of my jobs and began trying to make preparations for the return to Montrose.
On my last day at Hy-Vee, the big show down came. As I was clocking in, I heard to of the managers talking saying that some people didn’t fit but for someone to have to commit suicide was terrible. Knowing from everything else that had taken place that they were talking about me, I became shaky all over and was near tears. I told someone that I couldn’t finish the day out as I was sick and went home. This did not help.
I was tormented and shaky all day long, I couldn’t get anything done. Finally, at night time I decided to flee. I got in my car and made my way out onto I-70 headed for home. As I was driving, I could hear Chris Wiltfong’s voice saying, “For Christ’s sake, Rocky, if you don’t have guts enough to commit suicide.
The problems were not alleviated by the fact that I was driving on bald tires. I knew I was going to have to do something so I took the road that went to Manhattan, KS, the home of Kansas State University, and drove into to town found a convenience store and bought some Nytol. I pulled into a Kansas State University parking lot took the Nytol and tried to sleep in my car.
After I finally got to sleep, when I awoke the next morning to the parking lot filling up, I was still hung over from the overdose of Nytol. I knew I had to leave the parking lot because I did not have a university parking permit and I knew I had to do something, so I decided to drive back to my apartment in Lawrence. I took a back highway and it was the worst drive of my life.
When I got home, I was just laying down to sleep, when the phone rang. It was my mother and my sister. They told me that they were coming to get me and suggested that I go to the hospital for a few days until they got there. They called the Lawrence police for me and a police officer came and took me to the hospital.
I was in the hospital for three days. By that time my mother and my sisters had my stuff packed and we were ready to head back to Montrose.
Back in Montrose, I began seeing a therapist at the mental health center. She assured me that my misgivings due to my experience in Lawrence had been misplaced and that there was no one who didn’t have a place in society. I had been given information about PFLAG potlucks in Grand Junction, which was about a thirty mile trip, and I began going.
At my third potluck, I met a man who took an interest in me and we began seeing each other. I ended up moving in with him in Parachute, CO and getting a job at the Rifle, CO City Market grocery store. At last, I had a fulltime partner albeit as it turned out a very messed up one.
I worked for City Market for a year, at which point, I had been accepted into a master’s degree program at Kansas State University with a GTAship. Both my partner and I ended up going to Manhattan and I was back in Kansas.
The graduate teaching assistantship only lasted for one semester, so I left the MA program and went to work at a Dillons grocery store. My partner was interested in a MSW program at Washburn University in Topeka so the following fall we moved to Topeka. I got a job at the university dining services and began taking some classes at the university including a creative writing class.
I also began writing a screenplay about a young homosexual man, who, after graduating high school and the death of his dead beat, bigoted and emotionally abusive father, is faced with the necessity of coming to terms with his sexuality and the legacy his father has left on his life. By the time I was finished with this, my partner was getting kicked out of the MSW program for being a troublemaker. Our relationship was on the rocks and since I was not making enough money to live on my own in Topeka, I was forced to return home.
Back in Montrose, I got a job at Safeway, but I was getting tired of the grocery business so I applied at Community Options, Inc., a not for profit community service organization providing residential and vocational assistance to the developmentally disabled in the community. I got the job and I loved it. It was challenging and rewarding.
My ex-partner had burned his bridges in Kansas. So being the compassionate guy that I am I allowed him back into my life and my mother and I ended up giving him residence. This seemed acceptable for awhile.
Then one day, I was getting into my car after conducting some business in town, when a young man down the street hollers at another young man saying, “Chris Wiltfong says were going to send him back where he belongs.” I could smell trouble brewing.
Over a period of time, I discovered that this thing could activate my bowels, could cause me to pass gas at embarrassing moments, and could cause my eyes to roll up so that I was looking at the sky or the ceiling. What’s more once I knew this I knew that it had been used this way all of my life time.
But what was worse is that I discovered that it could do much more. Through activating my sinuses it could cause a build up of mucus in my respiratory passages and my esophagus that would cause me to throw up. It controlled my desire for cigarettes so that I was smoking constantly. It could cause my brain to cease for temporary periods. It could cause me to loose all power of concentration. And it controlled my sleep and my appetite, so that for awhile I was getting no sleep. And then for an extended period of time it made it so that the thought of food made me want to gag. And, it could make me feel excruciating pain in any part of my body. All in all it was the worst torture chamber imaginable.
Eventually, I was forced to quit my job. I was able to get on disability because a psychiatrist listed me as a chronic schizophrenic. I had written my book in the months proceeding this vicious attack on my life and as I underwent the torture, I was able to write some. I wrote poems like “In a Confrontation,” “The Believer to the Sacrificer,” and “Thoughts the Sacred.” I revised the book taking some poems out and adding some of these poems. Finally, I print on demand published the book with Outskirts Press, entitling it As-I-Learn Poetry or I Can Write and So Can You: A Spiritual Approach.
I also started writing Perry Heidegger’s Sense of Self, which is a short fantasy novel about a man with schizophrenic like symptoms that he discovers are brought on by evil wizards who are trying to take over two planets. I also started several more screenplays, including one based on Paul Zindel’s young adult novel, The Pigman. This was curtailed, however, by the ravages of Thomas Canfield’s invention.
It was during this period of time that I got them to tell me that Thomas Canfield was responsible for this thing. A fact that I did not find hard to believe because, while I was not well acquainted with the man he was someone who had had access to me all of my life.
I being a non violent person decided to use the fact that the sound of my thoughts was on all over town to try and fight this attack. I spent much of my time explaining to the populace of Montrose that this invention was just harm and endangerment. That on the average person, if it was used to try and get them to commit suicide, like it was being used on me, it would cause a flight or fight response. When the person couldn’t flee they would choose to fight and this would mean violence, quite probably getting some one or several people killed.
There is the possibility that you could use the invention to freeze a person’s ability to act but you would probably have to keep them frozen that way until they died and that would take a long time and get very messy.
I also explained that most people do not want to give up on a sex life, so if you try to cut off their sexual functioning, especially in this way where they can tell it is not by natural causes, are going to get fighting mad and most likely get violent. I explained, as well, that sexual need and desire begin in the human being almost at the time of birth and people start identifying physical attractions as early as four and five years old and it is not a product of the sexual organs but of the mind and that anyone who had read Satyricon would know that even eunuchs had it. So even if you got people past the initial reaction to it they would have a hard time living without a reasonable outlet for their sexual needs. It is quite likely that the person living under these conditions would be the person that gets fed up with humanity and decides to go postal. Anybody, I said, has the option of getting their hands on an assault weapon and going down to the supermarket or the mall and blowing several people into eternity and to hell with the consequences.
So I explained that Thomas Canfield was emotionally retarded because he had no ability to empathize with people. Also, that he was a psychopathic, anti-social personality. The definition of a psychopath is someone who is overly aggressive and seriously irresponsible with no feeling of guilt. Everything about Thomas Canfield’s invention is overly aggressive and it is seriously irresponsible for all of the reasons I had already denoted. During this whole time, Thomas Canfield displayed no sense of shame.
The definition of an anti-social personality, I explained is someone who behaves in violent and socially unacceptable ways. I consider causing people to fart at embarrassing moments, activating someone’s bowels at inconvenient times, and torturing people, socially unacceptable behavior. Certainly because Thomas Canfield’s invention violates one’s being, it is violent and abusive. Violence begets violence and abuse begets abuse.
Furthermore, I explained that anyway you look at it Thomas Canfield is a criminal. Because taking control of someone’s brain is a seizure that is unreasonable and does not make a person secure in their person it violates the fourth amendment of The Constitution of The United States of America. Because it is a punishment that is cruel and unusual it violates the eighth amendment also.
Because this invention puts the person it is used in servitude to it, it is a form of involuntary servitude and violates the thirteenth amendment. Because it was used to try to deprive one of life and because it deprives one of certain liberties, including the right to gainful employment, which further deprives one of property and since all of this was imposed on me without my having ever seen a courtroom or being given right to due process of the law as a U.S. citizen it violates the fourteenth amendment.
Furthermore, every U.S. citizen of every orientation and intelligence level has the right to the free and unhindered practice of their sexuality in whatever non-harmful ways they can find to practice it, so Thomas Canfield’s invention violates this. Also since my thoughts and words were being listened to all over town, and every conversation I had with my therapists or doctors could be heard and everything that went on in my household scrutinize by the populace of Montrose it violated every privacy law in the books.
So, having concluded that Thomas Canfield was a criminal, I explained that I believed that since body hair growth is cause by hormones and the brain controls the endocrine system that produces the hormones, Thomas Canfield’s invention had caused hair to grow all over my body including my back. I also explained that this was probably the worst human rights violation ever.
You may try to say that I am wrong and schizophrenia carried me far away from reality. But there is far too much evidence in my life that I am right and I have been associated with far too many schizophrenics not to know that what I have experienced does not fall into the normal parameters of schizophrenia. This is true because what schizophrenics experience is far removed from reality, their hallucinations do not involve person’s they know to exist.
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