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   After many very tough years of research and study, when I wondered if Sci-Real would evolve into a cohesive concept with commercial viability.  I had a Cordelia Chase moment. I am the biggest bitch in this Hell Mouth, and a few others. 

   No more business as usual. In October 2009 my Mother died less than 60 days from the date of being diagnosed and before the month of one of the largest wins against a tobacco company in the State of Florida. I spent most of my life with her and in the last 10 years we did everything together from picking fresh Strawberries to arguing about politics daily.

  Although very intelligent, she had a mental illness...alcoholism. It disabled her life and that of others around her. She often relied on others to do her job and credited herself. I've been very open about this most of my life.  When I sued the New York Times they preyed on it like depraved animals, as did local law enforcement who received direct payment for catering to demands from the press.

   I've a 20 year old cat dying from kidney disease, she was one of two cats poisoned by the melamine in cat/dog food, a couple of years ago. In the last decade I've survived alone in large part from picking up trash and learning to rebuild computers. The trash business at times has been boomin, because people here have known that I've been under exceptional scrutiny for taking on the local newspaper. In 1 instance, someone threw out a pair of PJ's in my size and favorite color with a price tag on them, $16.99. Communities react in bizarre ways when they are forced to live in fear. I've even picked up pennies and once a $ten in fields or the streets when I had no car and was walking, any donation to keep this studio in survival mode or filmmaking start up mode would be appreciated!   

   This is not to say that I think business is possible. This is an acknowledgement that after over 20 years, I believe the US has no future. They cannot recognize they are trafficking in people and have gone so far as to pass laws to pretend they are not here in Florida, which I consider a human hellhole. I've moved 4 times. Each time electronic records that had grossly defamatory reports by a former employer, a news agency, almost cost me my life and did cost me my freedom. Satellite systems that can appropriate a person's time and take their identity isn't commented on by most government agencies,  it also put me on the wrong side of my government.  

   I will be working here, figuratively, over the heads - apparently -of the Palais des Nations, UN Headquarters in Geneva, Switzerland. Every time I reread the Human Rights documents where the UN acknowledges again and again, since the 60's, the dangers of technology abuse I'm in a rage over their lack of action, and inability to articulate the issues:
 
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       If you're from an EU Country please take the time to clicke ici.
      The Article 29 Data Protection Working Party Invites You To:
       A public consultation on the legal framework for the fundamental right to
       protection of personal data has been launched. Deadline 31/12/2009, Too Late Now!
http://ec.europa.eu/justice_home/news/consulting_public/news_consulting_public_en.htm

    
              This site is not for children, this is a horror story. In '93, near the Plainpalais in Geneve,
     when checking for my room messages the clerk out of the blue whispered to me, "What
     you're afraid of - it's here."  She had a solemn demeanor. I half expected a blue fog to roll into
     the room and smote us. It was a convergence that caused her distress.
 
               A technological convergence of known and lesser known technologies with data. They
     usually precipitate acts of violence or death. To me it's like what weather people do with
     Tornadoes, they track them, but this is an invisible measurement of death.


                                                                                             

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