They just came and murdered Fred Hampton. Nelson Mandela they put in jail for a long time and then they let him out. He had a “Party”. He was allowed a wife and a life somehow. For some reason they didn’t murder him like they did Fred Hampton.
Fred said that the System was strong enough to withstand his loss. There were people who got these primitive video cameras and shot him talking. Video Freeks? I think that is what they called themselves. I’ve looked at the tape and read the Wikipedia story about Fred Hampton.
But the Black Panther Party, and it’s “System”, wasn’t strong enough to withstand the loss of Fred Hampton.
Chicago hasn’t been able to withstand losing Fred Hampton.
(Those early video cameras were difficult as hell to operate and getting on all this time to have saved the images and been able to transfer it onto youtube, is something i applaud as a feat.)
I’ve never met a person with so much charisma myself. The man was what they talk about. He got up one day and started feeding children before they went to school. This was on the South Side of Chicago in 1968, 1969, when he was murdered in a drugged sleep. Cops came in and shot the guard and machine gunned the place killing Fred Hampton in his sleep.
A traitor had been paid to put barbituates in the food. That guy committed suicide like a Judas story.
The story now is that J. Edgar Hoover told Chicago to kill him and they did. That was Mayor Daley and Hanrahan the way I remember it. Guys from Kenwood went and looked around the apartment where Fred Hampton and Mark Clark were murdered and said all the bullet holes in the walls went the wrong direction.
My Uncle and Mother had decided I could go to school on the South Side with them and I got to go North from Greensboro to Chicago and go to school. Out of that came two scholarships. Even going to school in Chicago was a scholarship. You could call it a scholarship within the family.
High school in Greensboro, North Carolina was hard to take. I’d gotten thrown out of class for saying to the FBI history teacher VietNam was second to the war in the Philippines when American troops shot and tortured Filipinos in 1899. I’d been thrown out of school for three days. I went and moved rugs around in a fast money rug sales scheme. “Some people will say these rugs aren’t real Persian rugs after we are gone.”
Greensboro was where lots of Civil Rights actions had happened.
It is a big old fine old suburbs town these days. It is a good place for white people with money who fly around.
I had a friend there whose brother had gone to the war. He was all fucked up. The brother and him really and I drifted away because my friend was mean.
We get mean.
They had a nice house. The mom kept things nice. His dad had a club foot. He was a trumpet player. They had a basement band. So many things happen so fast when you are in high school. Somehow you find people nearby and hangout and watch TV and you are smarter than anybody.
In two years I don’t think I saw his father twice. His mother I hardly ever saw either. The house was a great house though really. There were all these great houses all over the place back when I was growing up. There were enough rooms in them. Now houses and apartments never have enough rooms in them.
Mom didn’t mind chasing us with a broom to get us to go to church. There are lots of things moments not remembered by any of my interior. The photographs I took, or have seen remind me of girls and cars. Drugs were important then and so we were after pot and peragoric and LSD and I wanted to take movies.
In Chicago I have to say my Uncle was a hero for being in the church that was anti war. One of the priests, these being Episcopalians called us in the US the New Nazis, because of Grant Park riots and the Viet Nam war.
I did LSD there in Chicago and wanted to tell my Uncle what I was thinking about and he was horrified and told me to go to bed and sleep it off. I watched Bob Dylan’s hair go out off that poster all over and was disappointed.
He is still mad about me smoking pot but never mentions the LSD?
My mother died a few months ago and he came for the memorial internment service and said he almost sent me away for smoking pot. 47 years ago and I don’t feel sorry about things. He writes a blog about worries about how they prayed. I can’t seem to be nice enough.
Grant park was where I was in a discussion circle with Fred Hampton doing all that corny chanting and talking about how there was a cause and we were the people and we had the power.
I was sorry I’d missed the riot.
There was nobody like him ever. Not that I’ve met. Maybe near Nelson Mandela you can feel his spirit and energy and goodness and spirit. Some people leap off the screen like they say. Some people get photographed in the first place because of how they are.
At least in South Africa they didn’t just shoot Nelson Mandela like they did Fred Hampton.
Then Governors and Senators all say that they invented Head Start. Every University level Sociologist I ever talked to knows who Fred Hampton was. They all say he was the one.
I hear that J. Edgar Hoover heard about Fred Hampton, and determined he was an existential threat to “The System” and had him murdered.
The Black Panthers really couldn’t do without him. They became crude and stupid and are gone dead in gun fights and prison. The murders mattered. Staying alive was too hard and is really a lot harder for non conformist than it looks. Being Black or Mexican in the US is illegal. Smoking and selling pot is illegal and they arrest you and put you in jail for it if you are Black or Mexican.
60 thousand have been killed in the Drug War the past 5 years gone. For most of us that is a statistic and really it is coward killing being done considering there would be more honor fighting the governments.
But I am wrong and lying because a lot of that is deaths from mobster to GI of Mexico. Mexican Police and Mexican army guys are killing the cartel guys who are well armed and live there in Mexico and kill people nearby.
The hippies went into coke. Coke is the worst thing that happened to my generation.
The literature said it wasn’t addictive.
If it hadn’t been for the top guys getting into coke, things would be different in this country.
But I don’t understand how Kanye West goes off singing rapping and all these people have heroes like Martin Luther King who had Charisma like my hero Fred Hampton and he got assassinated too. Martin Luther King was about to give up on non violence last I heard.
Crack is the underground drug they use to help them keep up and go on rapping, isn’t it?
Crack makes people mean doesn’t it? Sure did seem so. The art coming along is ugly.
Before crack it was reported in the papers when a cash carrying cab driver in NYC was shot. After crack they had to give up listing all the crack cash motivated murders is what my cab driver from NYC friend told me.
Last time I was in Chicago I didn’t want to be on the South Side.
I don’t understand how Kanye West in particular has never sung about Fred Hampton. Nor really do I understand even why Barack Obama hasn’t ever mentioned Fred Hampton, when I think about it.
It just shows that murder works for the system that is dominate and in power better than you want to believe.

Hillary Clinton got over 400 thousand dollars for a speech somewhere. I’ve been watching how the politicians do things seriously for a long time. I’ve given some speeches.
I like to give them with the rocket launchings. All of that is a fun time for everybody.
Focused fireworks the rockets are. My friends would build them and we would launch them together in Thompkins Square Park. I miss my friends. I went broke and changed vices and got sick and here I am.
Maybe we will reconnect on facebook and they will want me to paste and copy and cut and other things I don’t do.
Awe nah, I don’t mean it like that all the time it don’t turn out like that all the time.

I’m re-reading Ben Franklin’s autobiography. He describes and names people. It isn’t fiction. “We were friends for life.” He says stuff like that a few couple of times.
He was pro print more money.
As a printer I can see how he would be.

Anyway to get to some meat in this speech which is not done so much to make me personally rich, but to inspire my comrades, followers, friends and family.
(Family?, yeah right.)
Okay all right you got your troubles I got mine.

Making money is an important thing for me and the rest of us to do. I figured out how to make it from insurance. Making it from insurance is humanistic and helpful all around. I’ve written in the past about my admiration for triple A and said I wanted us to be like them. They have done well and do well and so I’m not walking around trying to reinvent the wheel.
We can make a dollar based on the shared equity of the whole life policies we will all own as part of being Transcendians.

Later after the speech I will answer questions.
I’ll be asking for volunteers who work for insurance companies to make one for us too.
I’ll be saying: “Insurance agents in the house?”

So this is the meat of this speech. If I go on, which I can, I’m a professional, I’ve done 45 minutes without a script, you will get confused. Some of you will get confused.
But the point is that a Transcendian dollar based on the lives of its citizens will have an inherent worth easily understood and added up. it will be finite and infinite as the spirit of man.
It is further Humanistic.
A Bitcoin is not humanistic, nor is silver or gold. All that money is finite.

For now the work of Transcendians really is to make the money from insurance on and for Transcendians.
My sister told me it was too hard.
The rewards for working in insurance seem to be great for her as an underwriter but she works for another company and has worked for about 5 and wants to retire ad I’m a poet bad mouthed at turns by my mother.

“He better watch asking for money for his schemes.” My mother is quoted back around in the dysfunctional way.
It had been my rule not to ask her for any money for any of my schemes.
I’d been impressed with family businesses and tried to create money making schemes.

Here on this site there is a store for one of them. That is the Xtree project which is a poster for Xmas. Just a simple thing is all that is. I remembered thinking of it after registering my screen play with WGA up on the EAst Side of the City one day when soon Christmas was coming and we lived in a small apartment and my girl was all excited for things like a child like that.
She wanted decorations. I threw blinking lights under the table. It was cheery enough.
So when I was losing my strength and my job I worked at making the Xtree cling poster till it is made and you can buy it.
Advertising has been problem.

This isn’t insurance.
We all know real businesses and countries have insurance.
Did the Dutch invent capitalism as we know it? It isn’t all bad. They uphold their humanistic values but don’t practice with arms enough. They are always fighting back the ocean. Things aren’t looking too good on that score for lands people.
I used to fly around with Ben Overhaugh who got up the money to learn to fly pulling cars out of canals in Amsterdam.
WE need insurance.
There are lots of things to use it for.

For the network of Transcendian offices on all the international airports with passports for dangerous and wonderful places we will attract citizens with the best all around deal as a company country and work of art for everybody.

I hate the CSA.

It was 16.80 when I looked at it and then since I made calls to Schawb and then got through and did it via Ameritrade the price of course went up.
It is all my fault. GE is going up too. That also is all my fault.
Graphene, Bucky Balls will make the greatest “ink” for 3 D printers and that is why GE ought to go up cause they bought it all up far as my studies showed. The Universities get teachers and students to do all this work and then sell it to big corporations, don’t they? They do.
I’ve not fully got my head wrapped around that.
When I was about 12 my Scout Master’s father, who was a stockbroker living in Elon College, NC gave me advice in a living room, his and that family’s living room. A perfectly light blue living room of 1965? Yeah about close enough.
Al Noah came from a rich family and his dad you know knew everything about money right.
So well then I paid attention and for lots of my life I was of course locked out of buying stocks and bonds.
What Mr. Noah said in fact was that you ought not buy any stocks unless you had 5,000.oo dollars, and could afford to lose it.
Personally I don’t think this was particularly great advice.
Sure enough you can’t win all the time with stock and bonds, but when my father died he left us all 2,5 hundred dollars that he made in about 5 years of investing in stocks and bonds as directed by his last boyfriend Pete.
I am sad over lots of things but impressed in consideration.
I don’t drink, can’t hardly stay awake and work at anything for more than 3 or 4 hours effectively anymore. Turning my head is dangerous cause of the possibility that my spinal cord will split from bad pressure. I take a pill everyday to keep me from uncontrollably twitching.
They, the Feds really won’t let me smoke pot or they will take from me all pain management which really would me lots of vomiting and twitching.
People with power have stocks and the fact is it is interesting, so in fact we decided we would buy a share of something as better than lottery ticket.
One we got.
I got us a share of Corning because they have Willow glass and gorilla glass. If they let it go to the Chinese and Russians and the Estonians and that bunch of industrial spies then I’m screwed for buying Corning.
All the greedy corporations are exposed in places they show people with every motive to steal how to do what is important to control for the company.
So Corning not being much different is cheap probably because it is obvious they have ossified attitudes and let it go.
Stupid stuff like shipping containers as done up made into storage and offices by mini mobile is 68 bucks a share. That is no invention much, though a little, since they made some triple cam lock mechanism for the containers.
Corning glass could be making engines out of glass if they wanted. Years ago they said so.
But enough: Ameritrade worked and I got us a share of something.
On our wall there is a scratch off gamblers ticket with a maximum pay off of 5 thousand dollars. It is in a frame. You can buy the work of conceptual art for 5 thousand dollars.

Okay. About the CSA monuments. I think I want to reward those who knock them over.

I admit I can get lonely and bored. The City was good since out your door was the destination. ’89,’90, ’91 I was living in Manhattan holding on by my fingertips since there was a producers lockout. The newspapers called it a strike and got away with that. The lesson wasn’t lost on me. People who live in the town read the Daily News and he Post because they will see pictures of people they know in those papers.
But I used to go out in the afternoons and would wander over to Live Shop Die and sit in a corner and drink and shoot the shit and drink beer. They had stuff from the 60s and 70s and really odd collectables. It is an area of antiques that is unique to an era.
There are photo strips from the photo booth I loved to be photographed in with Trixie and Liz. There is a strip of me wearing my motorcycle helmet from a visit back for The Guiding Light after I got run out of Wilmington for a pro Union labor article in Reel Carolina.
I’d joined the Union IATSE.
Some of that is a : “If you can’t beat them join ’em story.”
God one night it went all out and me and Liz stayed out all night. Liz was supposed to go home with Bob and Trixie because they were a threesome and I was supposed to go home to my apartment with Katharine, but we just stayed out drinking.
Like all that you don’t remember the dialogue and have to make it up. I know I was supposed to be home for my girl and she was supposed to be with her unit but we were uncaringly drunk, stoned and hopped up possibly it being the East Village for all gods sakes in 1990.
Why be there then if you couldn’t go all out?
I was old.
Fuck we were all old in the East Village of 1987 through 1995, making fools of ourselves even being there.
Reformed for awhile once some kids asked me how to get to he East Village while I was on 5th Ave lower down and I was just pointing saying go that way towards death with half assed drama and turning away.
There were bars on 14th past A and B that I knew nothing about that Liz took me into. I wish I had some idea what there was we were talking about.
At least I remember the way the bar was like some others you know. The Village Idiot on 2nd was something.
I’d been drug in there.
But there was then walking and really the night for doing this sort of living was just perfect. Balmy.
I took her home with me and we sat on the couch and she necked me some till I was hard and took a look at it. I’ve had that sort of thing happen about three times. There were the sisters from Caracas, then Kathy, and then Liz and not that sort of just look at it and take a little touch measure by hand. Done and all. A night to remember if you can. Wish I could remember more of it.
Katharine came out and give Liz some water in a glass.
That apartment on the corner of A and 11th second floor was a good apartment.
I could look out the window and see when Sixtus would roll up the store shield and go start drinking if I wanted and had the money. What if I was home waiting for a phone call? Yeah then the phone and then the phone machine were all you needed. One phone machine filled up with cockroaches.
Phones and phone machines were all we needed.
Anyway yeah I was getting twisted like tragic all and all considering what I was supposed to be and supposed to know how to be better but there were temptations and philosophies about what was right.
I told some girl she could call anytime. I hate that bitch now whenever I think of her.
Liz and I did have a good night though.
So unrepentant Liz was anyway, and Trixie complained one time in front of me about how she had to take care of Bob’s needs.

In this letter I am responding to the concepts and worries about College Humanities Education.
The Discussion apparently flowed from Sunday to Wednesday the 6th when I posted a letter in the morning.
It is real hard to find.

Russell Scott Day Carrbor, NC

The number of times I’ve seen similar essays in my adult life is high. I had terrible math and arithmetic teachers when growing up. Maybe I didn’t know my other teachers were inferior as well.
I do know I never heard the phrase: “A life of the mind.” in any of my classrooms.
Luckily both parents had Masters in English, or the Teaching of Teaching. Too bad they hated it all and I heard them and went to work out in the streets.
This is a badly written trend piece in my judgement.
Write it over.
Read one on the same subject from ten years ago in a student paper maybe.
Let’s talk some more about the anti-intellectualism of the American Southerner whose red faced insults have led us to the twin elites of ignorance and power in a system William James warned was “delicate”.

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William James knew he was fortunate when he taught and wrote from his position at Harvard. He is regarded as the American philosopher credited with the creation of “Pragmatism”, as a real and distinct philosophy. France has Sartre` and Camus and the US had William James. William James is most noted for: Varieties of Religious Experience. His statement that Democracy is delicate is interpreted by me to refer to American Democracy, which is Presidential Electoral Democracy. The democracy of that sort is what Hitler was able to manipulate. It is accepted that Parliamentary Democracy is more robust. Still the damage to the quality of life wreaked upon the working classes of Britain by Margaret Thatcher show that power hijacked by philosophy can be forgetful of what the mission of government is.
William Godwin the anarchist points out that most simply government is there to defend and educate.
The strength of the United States was cemented for 25 years by skills given to the veterans by the GI Bill. The death of US goodness is cemented by Richard Nixon. What a simple word goodness is, but that is what the dream of the United States really was. Justice, hard work is rewarded. Free speech is legal. Work is legal. All that then when you recognize about all left is a tradition unexcelled anywhere of free speech.

An old friend of mine keeps changing their profile picture.
Now it is one of someone pointing a gun out of the cabin of a small airplane with an old shotgun there stood in the cockpit corner.
Maybe it has something to do with 9/11, that happened today.
On the old on I was on my knees nailing in tongue and grove oak flooring.

We were telephoned and told to listen to the radio.
NPR is based on the BBC.
I am grateful for the no screaming car commercials.
At a time like that.
At a time like that what they want us to do is look at each other.

I remember Fred’s face.
Fred has no story because Fred is just a name.
Dave, okay, it was DAve for real.
Why I was spending an important and surprising day with Dave is about who;
Thought what, about me, them, the job.
There went life.

Okay I don’t like it.
I don’t like what I remember.
There ought to be more incongruity.
It would be better if there was a further distance between good and bad.

One other guy like myself was on his knees working on the floor of an expensive elevator.
It is reported as likely that the airplane fly right into him from behind.

I can’t think of the best stories and have read fb note from my brother and sisters. Another writer wrote something well worded and accurate. As I am now I understand I do not understand how I feel or what I know about my mother.
She grew up in a time of different numbers. The truth is that she grew up the 30s of the United States Midwest. That time is still around.
Sinclair Lewis pegged lots of it.
The anger and hatreds of our days and places hurt me.
To mention them as any cause for passion gets me in trouble from time to time. Now it is better to feel nothing and I have a poem about wanting to be a robot I’ve not read or looked at for awhile. In some world times and parts of this world there are fighters with poems on their minds. The book Vengeance tells why the Mossad kills a poet first when on a mission.

We moved to a small town where we were hated for being from the North. Up North I was hated from being from the South. Out West it is for being from the East. Which class am I to be hated for about and from.

Where oh where will we be allowed to make a living? How much hatred to take from the people you work for?

My favorite story about my mom; since people are talking telling theirs, and printing photographs, is the one about that test. There is the test at the polls they gave Black people to see if they knew enough to be able able to vote. I was there for her registering to vote yelling at them about the fact hardly anyone could pass that test. So then it was clear what values there was any passion I ought to take up and remember things about.

My father is remembered.
My father is remembered too.

They broke up of course. I don’t want to tell much about his story right now. He was sent on into the mental hospital.

Mom worked hard being brave and helping people with the church as a guiding light. Surly there is shown the value of the directions one can gain in the service of the church.

All this shit now back about who is good enough to vote. Who can get a job. All of it is back just like it was when I was a kid and lots of lives will be heart hurting experiences of wonder and why for so many again.
Really they are taking away the pretty things of our parents fights.

My mother made a big scene at the office of Voter Registration in the small town for small minds where out a little further the Klan swirled around and waits now to get back in power more better.

Since it is hard to get guns and ammunition at anywhere but the Wal Mart, give the clerk a tip when you buy lots of guns at Wal Mart.

Have a good time. check!
Protect voting rights for good working people, and it is okay to lead with passion on that one. Check!

Mom liked acting. She was good at that. I told her it was an important job that she ought to see about getting paid at. She did it anyway regardless of the pay.

For her own library I get the impression she wanted a perfect collection of Children’s and science fiction books. I don’t think she cared at all about the science in the science fiction books but was there with them because they were heroic stories with a certain kind of fashion.
I hired with the rest of the board Gene Rodenberry and Rod Serling to give speeches at Monroe Community College and got to take their measures. She found Orxon Scott Card too Right wing.
Sometimes we hear of men and some women described as a “force of nature” and she was that way.
Ny mother was a force of nature.

Like I said I didn’t know I was working class and am sorry my parents badmouthed being an academic so bad because of what they called politics.
We watched the last show of the Sopranos again last night. He ought to have married Doctor Malfee and lived happily ever after. I wanted to suggest that as another one show with Lorraine Bracco, and James Gandolfini, if they wanted to, maybe, and called the Directors Guild of America intending to leave a polite message about it with David Chase, but the representatives put my message in the Crank Call box.
It’d tried to get ahold of John Waters so one of the trees for the Christmas Tree Project, the Christmas Tree Posters on sale on this website, Could be called a John Waters Kitsch Tree, but they said he wasn’t interested.
These interactions were anger inspiring within me.
I wanted to teach some of these people what a crank visitation might really feel like, which would involve a shotgun, but of course as one of the intelligentsia I will not do.
Still I don’t fully understand why polite inquiries in the proper places go so? It is a wonder more people are not beaten to death or beheaded.
The historical situation prior to the French Revolution is similar enough that McDonalds upper management ought to be very fearful if they show up in the flesh to talk with their workers.
My cousin Buzz once told me about how “Yeah you see it on TV when on guy has got the other down and is beating him and that is all awful, but when it is you, you just want to see blood.”
After I’d been working delivering newspapers and managing newspaper routs because they wouldn’t hire me as a writer and I was going to work my way up, after I got fired from that job by this self aggrandizing prick, and a business school graduate who undershoot how to “write off” fifty cents to clear the books, after i told one guy to tell the other guy “Tell that asshole to let me sleep.” : So he told the guy what I said in quotes and I got fired by that crowd of Machiavellian small timers and did some more construction and went out to the airport and spent cash money flying, learning to fly.
My teachers weren’t very good and I didn’t have the right amount of money and so these guys got killed and there were some openings. 6 guys got killed in a Cessna Conquest which was a fine turbo prop probably with two of the venerable PT6 on it. It had some kind of flaw about the elevator. A bolt fell out and the elevator was stuck in the “Up” attitude, position, and the plane went up till it stalled and then fell to the ground killing all 6 on board.
There were the test pilots, mechanics, and some joy riding linemen.
It was problematic that some of the linemen were still on the clock when they were killed.
I just heard about this.
I just heard about this a fair long time after I was hired.
The airport FBO out at GSO fit better than any other my natural work ways. I work like a worker bee going around in circles finding things to do on my circuits. Some managers find my way of working disconcerting and don’t think I am concentrating and hate me. I have to work all day and pace myself for the demands of what my day is going to be, whereas they are going to watch me for awhile and then go sit down.
I did well got promoted and then set to doing the solitary work with all the responsibility and no pay out there by myself all night long till I got hired to another FBO as a manager, Line Chief in FLL.
So you see for me the airport is a place to work, and a place that fit me uniquely.
I have a vision of a Nation of Airports I call Transcendia. It is really surprising that the UN doesn’t have offices like I want already out at all airports in the world as a way of protecting civilization for the airport is more like a mythical Silk Road than the highways I have been on.
I used to do lots of hitchhiking when that was in vogue.
I used to use lots of Super 8 film as well.
How John Waters made it out of Baltimore is a story of how people like to see stories of the strange. I have lots of respect for Andy Warhol and John Waters. They had no shame and showed off their junkie friends who died and then Mr. Warhol died.
I think how Warhol died is somewhat mysterious.
The Airport is a place to go to work and an FBO is a place like the best gas station of all times. Do you get that?
Over here in IGX they treat the little airport like a Private airport only for them. Them are the aristocrats and academics and I think they leave the intelligentsia out of this struggle for the material necessities.
Maybe not.
For sure here they have been leaving out the Working Classes.
Truly the trees are a problem and ought to be cut down. Giving 25 percent of the land of the airport to the Triangle Land ConServancy doesn’t make common sense to me.
Eventually the plan is to build a “boondoggle” as former State Senator Jim Turner called it. Carolina North is likely to make a group of builders pretty rich, as are the builders of Meadowmont and The Cedars. In the medieval days to give the poor people work they would build great churches. Some of this sort of this is still done. In modern times it is called “INFRASTRUCTURE”, which is good and shared by the citizens of the nation. The boondoggle building has gotten a bit more exclusive in our modern times it seems.
Employing Construction Labor is a good thing to do for Orange County North Carolina. Semi and Skilled workers who are excess to retail or teaching or as hospital staff need to be building something. The money comes from taxes.
Section 9 of the State Laws Governing the Mission of the University say it is to provide education free to the citizens of the state as much as is practical. I have been encouraging people to go to classes and audit them if they can’t pay, but apparently people are either afraid or don’t have time, or I just don’t know. They don’t go.
They want everything to provide a paycheck, or otherwise they want stay home and watch TV, I guess. Playing games on a gameboy is big. I’m old now and I don’t do that.
But I wanted a seat on the Airport Authority and the Chancellor of the University Holden Thorp told everybody there would be no airport in Orange County and thereby he took away my opportunity to influence the fortunes of the towns and the county where I lived after drifting and deciding around through my life and the geography of the world I could.
Poverty is not working out for me. My wife really doesn’t like it because she was raised rich. She has gotten to understand what being poor means, and still doesn’t like it.
I could definitely turn Horace Williams into a moneymaker for the county. I’ve been holding back on how it would be made to make moeny for me unless I was the airport manager, but now over time I’ve got so sick, I can’t do much.
I love the people at the Hospital. Dr. DelGazo, and Dr. Shahum, and Dr. Reese and Dr. Hasty, and Dr. Min, and Dr. Lim and all their staff are very important to me and I love them. Dr. Lawrence too.
Getting people to the hospital complex from around the state by airplane would be a real morale booster for lots of people. Imagine Air, a little FAA type new small plane operation running at low costs dislikes Horace Williams because of the trees. Med Air, AHEC was moved over to Wake County, where the Chancellors plane is to be based.
Regular people like me can’t move from the area because we are sick, and some can’t leave the state because they are sick and need to go to UNC Hospital as a last resort as there they can’t be turned away.
Times have changed.
I studied building fast, strong, and inexpensively with engineers and created a White Paper for Building with Shipping Containers in Haiti. This sort of building would be well to do at Horace Williams. We could sell the Modular living and working units as people might need them, and then also use them for whatever the real mission of expanding peoples minds as whatever Carolina North might really be about.
A photography business office at the airport for me might work out. Selling insurance for little planes might be a low impact business for out there.
Restarting the Tar Heel Temp Labor Service would be a fantastic thing to do if I was allowed to utilize the full range of Orange County Labor. i have a Business Plan of Transcendia that does Development and Invention as it is linked to the Labor Service which is really a dirty Research arm of the Labor Service.
I developed a questionnaire temp workers would be encouraged to fill out to make recommendations about how to improve the temp job. This is my secret plan.