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Tuesday, December 1, 2015

The Mental Health Industry As A Modernized Method Of Social Control For Political Dissidents (Revised on 12-22-2015)

(Over the last two weeks, for the first time since January of 2014, results from blood tests indicate that health issues I've attributed to injections of Risperdal Consta have 'mysteriously' begun to change for the better. While this is, indeed, good news, I am concerned about how and why this change is occurring and whether or not these results are just temporary or permanent. Will they be used as a rationale for causing more harm in the future? One can only hope this trend will continue and that my desire to move forward towards a state of excellent health will no longer be on hold due to circumstances beyond my control).


On January 1st of 2014, I was ordered by a court to accept the treatment methods dictated by operatives at Saguaro Clinic in Phoenix, Arizona for thinly-veiled political reasons, so thin, in fact, as to leave no doubt as to their real intent. The clinic was to have the option of renewing the treatment for a second year and it opted to do so for unspecified reasons. There is every indication that the court is going to renew that option for a third year except that, on this occasion, they have implied that I am suffering from delusions, flattened or blunted affect and, possibly, other negative symptoms of schizophrenia.

Psychiatry, itself, is a pseudoscience and, as such, all attempts to diagnose and treat those suffering amount to little more than guesswork in the best of scenarios since the major mental disorders can't be diagnosed or treated using the scientific method. There is, however, a set of rather vague criteria which mental health 'professionals' are supposed to use in diagnosing people with suspected mental disorders that gives them an unfair amount of leeway in controlling the lives of those who disobey the government's dictates through frivolous litigation in a court system dominated by some of the most powerful and corrupt entities on earth.

Diagnosing someone is a highly subjective experience, and there's no way of knowing with any kind of certainty whether someone is dealing with emotional trauma that's causing them to live in a reality that's unsafe for them and/or society unless the sufferer's symptoms are severe and pronounced. I am suffering from none but the slightest symptoms of schizophrenia which don't approach being a rational justification for a diagnosis of the disorder. One could say that we all have a few characteristics of the disorder in one way or another.

However, the issue I'm facing right now is my health. Under no circumstances should I have diabetes at the age of fifty. I'm actually experiencing the symptoms of diabetes due to a willful lack of conscientious-driven health care which I've been denied for ten years since my release from prison, poor sleep due to an ongoing campaign by the government to disrupt my sleep patterns, and the exacerbation of artificially-manufactured health issues caused by a forced adherence to a bi-weekly regimen of what I'm being told are injections of Risperdal Consta (50mg).

In fact, I received far better and more conscientious health care during my ten years in prison than I have in the society at large where I've been blacklisted by most members of the medical community. My grandmother recently passed away at the age of 98 and never got diabetes despite eating boxes of chocolates every year during the holidays, and my father didn't get pre-diabetes until he was seventy. There's no history of diabetes on my mother’s side of the family and scant history of the disease on my father’s side.

Note that Risperdal is a toxic substance notorious for causing severe weight gain and the early onset of diabetes, and, even though I've been able to put a halt to the weight gain in recent months, I've been unable to lose weight despite an adherence to a diet that is vegetarian. Local doctors who've been in on the plan to undermine my health for years have been quick to point out that I don't exercise but never acknowledge the fact that I'm not ready to exercise and haven't been for some time due to the symptoms of the regimen I'm being forced to undergo.

They systematically downplay my health problems and, if they don't downplay them, they might overplay them for the wrong reasons. One such example is an ulcer(s) which I've partially treated myself and turned out to be a stroke of luck since cabbage juice is superior to standard mainstream medical treatments for ulcers. Nevertheless, the lack of commitment to Hippocratic principles by those who've been treating me has been almost complete in the last ten years. They've been creating health problems and, then, exacerbating them.

The lack of ability to exercise on my part shouldn’t be construed as an unwillingness to further my cause and, therefore, make me responsible for my own health problems but are caused by the harmful drug I'm forced to take, prolonged sleep deprivation and a lack of quality health care. I've being consistently singled out for discrimination by the local health establishment and am now resorting to nonparticipation much of the time as a way of avoiding conflict. The squeeze is on, and I'll, almost undoubtedly, live a shorter life as a result of it for political reasons.

Among many other nagging health problems that are completely solvable, I'm living with a mysterious epididymal cyst, my testicles have dropped an inch or more, I have strange kidney and liver damage and a whole range of issues that are man-made.

Since being forced to start treatment on a new drug after 3o years on just two drugs (20 years on the minimum dose of Fluphenazine Decanoate and 10 years on Risperdal tablets) that gave me no insurmountable problems, my physical health has deteriorated. As blood levels of this drug have increased, my body’s ability to respond to medications to control the symptoms of diabetes has disappeared in a very short period of time. Despite being on a vegetarian diet for months, I haven't been able to reverse or even reduce what has turned into run-away diabetes.

The following list is a partial one. These symptoms don't occur with the same frequency or intensity during every two-week cycle between injections. Symptoms wax and wane. In other words, they're consistently inconsistent.

Risperdal 50mg (Past and Present)

· Uncontrolled Blood Glucose Levels

· Uncontrolled Weight Gain (one-half to one pound per week)

· Near Full Body Neuropathy (Face, Extremities, Stomach,  Wrists)

· Muscle Burning in Legs While Walking Around the House

· Muscle Stiffness (Decrease in Range of Motion Making Exercise of Proper Hygiene While in the Shower & During Bowel Movements Difficult)

· Severe Dry Mouth at Nights

. Kidney and Liver Damage

. Problems with Cholesterol

· Lethargy (Sedentary Lifestyle)

· Metabolic Syndrome

· Shortness of Breath

. Frequent Urination (not persistent)

. Dizziness

· Rapid Heart Rate

. Poor Range of Motion (ROM)

· Increased Risk for Tardive Dyskinesia

· Up to a Dozen Bowel Movements a Day

· Less Range of Emotion Although Not Pathological, Not Due  to Blunted or Flat Affect

· Decreased Mental Capacities

· Decreased Overall Functionality

I previously reported in the original version of this blog post which, except for the last word and parentheses, bears an identical title to this one, stated that one of the symptoms I've been experiencing has been "flattened affect." I did so without actually paying any real attention to the medical definition of the words. The Oxford Dictionary's definition of the two individual words combined doesn't carry the same connotation as the medical term, and I was using the dictionary's meaning of the two words in my previous blog post to describe a mild but worrisome decrease in emotional intensity caused by the injections, not the very profound symptoms of flattened affect. Any psychiatrist worth his/her salt wouldn't spend a minute questioning this because he would be able to spot the signs of the condition which are not to be confused with apathy or indifference.

In fact, one of the definitions of flat and blunted affect describes the sufferer as appearing to be emotionless, having no emotions at all. I Googled the word and got this as a partial definition: "To have a flat, or blunt affect means that a person appears to lack any emotion at all." So,when I researched the actual symptoms of the medical term, I quickly came to the realization that I had never experienced anything resembling that condition. Even in 1984 and '85 when I was delusional for a year, I didn't experience anything that profound. I can remember a concerned counselor getting on my case once for being apathetic but I wasn't suffering from flat or blunt affect. It was hard for me to open up at the time because I was in so much pain, but authentic flattened affect is not the kind of mild decrease in emotional intensity I've experienced on Risperdal Consta, and that mild, though no less bothersome, loss in my usual zest for living (because such extreme standards are not usually how we measure our happiness) has begun to subside in the last month or two as the acquisition of Vitamin D to treat a five-year deficiency might explain why.

I've Tried to Revoke A Prior Authorization to be Treated with Risperdal Consta To No Avail

The first signs of an impending diagnosis took place after I was psychological abused by three students who were in contact with college officials at Baylor University in 1984. The three students were Brad Heritage (senior), Steve Lyons (freshman) and Scott Maloney (freshman). The oldest student was in communication about my situation with an administrator running the dorm I was living in (Martin Hall). I never learned his name but could recognize him by sight. I smoked pot about six times in the eight or nine months leading up to my last month or so at the school and, then, three more times with the three students I just named.

It was with these three that I smoked a type of marijuana that occasionally causes temporary anxiety and paranoia which, for me, always went away after a good night's sleep dating back to a few experiences in Colombia a year or two earlier. The dorm's administrator and an on-campus counselor, Scott Hankins, arranged for an off-campus visit with a psychiatrist--my first ever--after I smoked pot with the three students on a few occasions at the Southern Baptist school.

The three encouraged me to get high the first two times, and on the last occasion I was psychologically abused and taunted by while, simultaneously, experiencing a state of weed-induced paranoia. That paranoia was no different than past episodes, but the abuse was new. It was the visit with a psychiatrist that, in my mind, confirmed that I was mentally ill. They never said it, but they implied it, and I believed it. I may have been ill, at that point, but it was the abuse, not the marijuana that was the direct cause. The cannabis was simply the instrument they used to get me there.

At the same time, my fellow students in Martin Hall began to treat me like an outcast which filled me with a sense of isolation and despair and compounded my self-doubts. I don't know who, if anyone, paid for the visit with the psychiatrist, but it wasn't long thereafter that Brad Heritage dropped me off at the Waco bus station, suitcase in hand, to seek comfort and refuge in the company of family members in Albuquerque. Upon arrival, their harsh criticisms only compounded my sense of despair.

I partially recovered from this break with reality about a year later, enough to move out on my own with the assistance of disability income and successfully return to school in 1990. I saw myself as needing a little more time to remain on disability in order to work my way out of poverty while attending school. Therefore, I used the system and my diagnosis to my advantage which, in a very real sense, was the correct thing to do. My psyche had been shattered, and I needed help getting on my feet. In three years time, I positioned myself to graduate at the top of my class when, suddenly, something new happened, a legal nightmare that still has my life on hold to this date.

By 1990, I had re-entered college but was slapped with criminal charges for 'crimes' I didn't commit before getting a chance to graduate. After a sham of a trial in which my public defender was paid a few hundred dollars, I was convicted and sentenced to eighteen years in prison. 

After my release, I re-entered college, once again, finally graduating after a 24-year wait, as co-valedictorian of Paradise Valley Community College in 2007 while holding down three part-time jobs and fulfilling the demands of my parole. This was highly stressful seeing that a false narrative was being pushed on me in mandatory group counseling sessions where I was being threatened with a return to prison for not owning up to 'crimes' that I was obligated by my conscience to deny any involvement in. I was later allowed to forego group sessions for one-on-one sessions with a priest at Catholic Charities which proved to be the difference in getting me beyond the extremely harsh demands of group counseling. 

There’s nothing wrong with me. I'm obese from, among other things, years of forced sleep deprivation. I need nine hours of sleep every night but get by on four or five without feeling overly tired. Yet, my body is hardly healing, and the lack of sleep is a major reason why. Besides problems with my physical health which are exacerbated by the injections I'm forced to take, I’m capable of holding down a job and/or going back to school. Unfortunately, my student aid money has almost run out and the blacklisting I'm experiencing for the simple act of defending my integrity is getting worse, not better.

They've now decided to renew court-ordered treatment for a third year under the guise--I assume--that I'm delusional and suffer from flattened affect and other negative symptoms (all of which I can prove are nonexistent) which, in effect, denies me the right to leave the country in good legal standing and take up residence elsewhere. Thus, as a political dissident who's fundamentally at odds with U.S. imperialism at home and abroad, I can't do the honorable thing of leaving the country to live in exile.

All of this started over four sentences taken out of context from a lengthy thread of emails sent to my mother about one particular topic. They weren't random emails; they belonged to the same thread. The overarching theme was reasonable and constructive. I rationally laid out my thoughts in writing the way I always do on social media. These emails disappeared from my server shortly after my 'trial' in which I was asked one question and given less than a minute to respond. 

It's as if the sentences had been surgically removed from the emails and, in the process, were interpreted as something else when taken out of context. You have to read the whole thread to get the real picture which is why they say the lie of omission is a lie, nonetheless. Something taken out of context has a different meaning than when it's interpreted in the presence of surrounding information that adds to it's meaning. In fact, one word or even one letter can change the meaning of a paragraph or an entire page of writing. That's how important attention to detail is when you are writing. 

This is a textbook example of political repression, and there is nothing more stressful than health problems. With a health care crisis looming, the decision to deny my right to leave the country has set back my hopes of living in freedom. If I don't survive until 2016, it could prove to be my last wish.

I've noticed some of the patterns of behavior that characterize street-level government operatives called agents provocateurs since 1990. I've recorded some of their activities and can substantiate some of the ways I've been attacked for years using various disruptions in sounds I hear in my environment that are intended to take place so the general public is unaware of them and can't or won't acknowledge they're taking place. Intuitively, I feel there are those who believe my version of reality is based in truth. According to Noam Chomsky, governments have targeted their own citizens since the birth of human civilization, and the United States is no exception. Knowing what I do about how the world works, this comes as no surprise. 

As a socialist and leader in the resistance movement who believes that non-violent, peaceful resistance is our only hope for saving the planet for human habitation and deterring all-out nuclear war that woulld destroy the species, I have been targeted in the same way that resistance leaders were targeted in the aftermath of World War II and Roosevelt's New Deal whichg gave us Social Security and Unemployment Insurance and what's left of the nation's social safety net. After decades of deceit, treachery, murder and mayhem, the last vestiges of this social safety net are now being dismantled. We witnessed it when President Barack Obama, a Democrat entrusted to defend the poor, put Social Security on the chopping block during his first term. It was this act that lead me to part ways with a man whom I had ardently supported.

America's Unofficial Religion — The War On An Idea // Empire_File006

My government has been at war with me. I'm a target of political repression that has largely gone underground after Dr. Martin Luther King's protests, along with others such as the women's suffragist movement, forced them to work in greater secrecy than in the past.  My goal is a world in which the world's wealth will one day be redistributed more evenly and where social justice will be worldwide, not taking place in isolation as is the case today. The can be no justice in the absence of economic justice, and world peace will always be a pipedream until everyone can partake in this redistribution of wealth because poverty is tantamount to violence. No world can be at peace under such circumstances.

I was first targeted as a teenager around 1980 (when I was fifteen) and that persecution by the Colombian establishment, a society run by a system that serves our country's business interests, continued after my return to the United States where the mental health system was first used as a method of social control against me. The U.S. system is similar, although sleeker and glossier, than the system once used in the old Soviet Union. Political prisoners there were given a diagnosis of 'sluggish schizophrenia' and were forced to take drugs that did horrendous things to their mental and physical health under deplorable physical conditions. The system here can, also, be very cruel.

Chomsky on Socialism

Even with the use of the mental health system for thirty-two years to contain my free-thinking, the criminal justice system called in to assist with the task of containing my commitment to egalitarianism in a legal charade that started on this side of the Caribbean a quarter of a century ago when the process of monitoring every aspect of my life began. The year when I became aware something was wrong was 1990. This was about one year after a Housing Authority scandal broke out in Albuquerque.

Although I've carried the whistleblower mindset with me for most of my life, the case I was involved in took place in 1988 as one of the higher-ranking officials in the Albuquerque Housing Authority lost his job and other measures taken in a scandal that broke out over improprieties at that agency. I reported what I knew in a multiple-page, handwritten document that was hand-delivered by me to the administrator who wound up losing his job over it, Dino Parra. Apparently, he actually turned that document in to his superiors. Or, perhaps, he just 'went away' for a while to give the impression serious action had been taken to address the issues I had raised. I don't know.

WSDE Workers' Self-Directed Enterprises -- by Richard Wolff

These improprieties amounted to unfair practices in which someone in the Housing Authority accepted bribes, gifts, and/or rewards in return for favorable treatment toward certain housing programs and individuals in the community. In short, corruption was taking place. I don't know the full extent of what took place. All I heard was that the official was fired and services were previously provided to a number of housing programs in the community were suspended or curtailed.

About a year and a half after the scandal first broke, the process of framing me for fictitious crimes appears to have started. At least, that part of the take-down program I was aware of began. I remember beginning to feel 'watched' all the time by something sinister that I couldn't quite grasp. There were times when I was openly harassed by neighbors, but I didn't know what to make of their bizarre behavior. Three years later, in 1993, I was charged with a slew of 'crimes' that, quite literally, caused my jaw to drop when I first heard some of the details in court, and two years later I was sentenced to eighteen years in prison after a sham of a trial that made a mockery of American justice.

After my release from prison, in 2005, I landed three part-time jobs and graduated summa cum laude from Paradise Valley Community College two years later. When the economy tanked in December of that year, my luck ran out and my blacklisting began in earnest. It wasn’t until I began openly defying gatekeepers in the mental health system by defending my innocence, challenging the government's narrative of my past, that the weight of the system being brought to bear on me was increased dramatically.

I had been treated as a model patient for eighteen years leading up to my break with the Phoenix establishment, a break that was initiated without being veiled by the powers that be. It was as if one day I was in favor, and the next day I was out of favor--persona non grata--for not accepting a narrative that would have destroyed my reputation for the rest of my life and beyond. I couldn't in good conscience allow this to happen. I couldn't allow this lie to defeat me without doing everything in my power to stop it.

For twenty-six years, the system had worked at one level or another to support me even as it worked against my cause with false labels of 'schizophrenic' and 'pedophile.' Now, suddenly, it had upped the ante for my refusal to permit my name to be slandered, in a final sense, by me of all people. I was supposed to confess to the world that I had committed crimes or else suffer the consequences of public reproval, and I've been paying for my refusal to lie about myself so the establishment would go easy on me ever since. I was supposed to accept blame in order to maintain my 'good standing' in a society that had already devastated me twice with labels that cost me twenty-one years climbing uphill battles. Moreover, they both carry a lifetime of stigmatization with no end to the madness in sight.

In short, I’m now a political activist, and the reasons aren't hard to understand. The mental health system's willingness to emulate history's worst examples (the illegal and systematic torture of detainees without a trial in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba comes to mind, and a modified, scaled down, less harsh version of this system is now being implemented here in the US for the purposes of suppressing truth tellers) of torture on its downward path to becoming the one of the institutional dregs of American society has been vital to the government's efforts to limit my non-violent radicalism, thwart justice, stigmatize me, deny personal freedoms guaranteed in the Constitution, and oppress me to an extent that I've never seen before are some of those reasons why.

The court system in the United States, historically, has shown a startling bias in favor of Big Business, and the Supreme Court sides with Big Money 95% of the time and with the people just 5%. I stand completely alone with blind faith in the principle that might does not make right, right makes might. It was Mahatma Gandhi who said even if you are a minority of one, the truth is the truth.  
So, I'm forced to walk a legal plank feeling a need to protest, albeit alone, in full knowledge of the fact that the odds are overwhelmingly against me and that I will probably be crushed by corporate-owned courts again. I'm prepared to live with the consequences of my actions even if they result in my death. I'm innocent, I'm not delusional, and my heart tells me I can't allow myself to be portrayed this way regardless of the odds.

Therefore, come what may I must confront a scheme borne of sin, hatched in the deep bowels of iniquity to undermine the Constitution by curtailing my civil liberties, deny my right to privacy and subvert democracy as part of an all-encompassing, greed-driven, crypto-fascist attack on Earth's inhabitants by an anonymous international, East German Stasi-style crime syndicate headed up by the United States government and the most powerful entities on earth that own it.

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