Category: Memoirs of James Pate Williams Jr

I consider that the Central Intelligence Agency is currently in an ethical, legal, and moral morass. Back in the President Gerald Ford Presidential Administration, our then Commander-in-Chief hired George Herbert Walker Bush, a World War II hero, veteran, future Vice President and President to become Director of the CIA to cleanup its messes and put the agency on a righteous path. In his brief stint at the helm of the CIA Bush 41 made it well known that future Presidents would not allow the agency to get involved in the assassinations of enemy heads of state. We got in trouble in the late 1950s and early 1960s attempting to get mob (organized crime syndicate, e.g. Mafia) accomplices to kill Fidel Castro. That effort inadvertently led to the assassination of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy by the lone gunman Lee Harvey Oswald. Evidently the CIA is back into assassinations and enhanced interrogations (water-boarding and other tortures).

I also believe the National Security Agency/Central Security Service is in its own ethical, legal, and moral quagmire regarding the advent of the quantum computer and cyberwarfare. I believe we should slow down on three areas of computer science: the dual Holy Grails of the discipline – quantum computers and human level artificial intelligence, and state-sponsored black hat hacking = cyberwarfare. I am against all forms of hacking and believe the United States should be a signatory to a treaty banning all forms of deleterious computer and software developments.

Affadavit and Order to Apprehend

Re: Done with Free Enterprise

For lack of strong female guidance in my life by Cyndi(a) Darlene Burks-Burden and/or Kylie Minogue,  and/or Merry B. and/or Shirley Manson. The last three seem to be a trifecta of long shots but I am still megalomaniac enough given a valid email address for any of the four preceding females, they would become fast true friends of mine yet again or perhaps for the first time.

I again went to the Krystal after working out and jawing with Roy and Eric at Planet Fitness. Roy does not believe that Commander Neil Armstrong landed on the moon. I am relatively sure the Apollo 11 mission was as real as it gets and perhaps Neil was forced to disregard the guidance instructions coming from his triply redundant voting (polling) set of computers. Neill certainly stuck the landing in Lunar Excursion Module of the Apollo 11, successful in my and many others opinion, mission. I have paid almost eight dollars per night for three nights to have human beings to hear my prattle.

I talked yesterday afternoon to Michelle at the Pathways Center Troup County Mental Health Outpatient Clinic in LaGrange, Georgia. I was able to throw a lot of big words at her and she seemed entertained by our conversation. She stated that she knew Joan B. Read formerly director of the Renewal House drug treatment facility in Atlanta, Georgia, and Chairperson of the Department of Psychology at Georgia State University. I told Michelle some anecdotes that I recalled from my days in various parts of the Georgia Gulag Archipelago System. Joan B. Read gave me the small children’s book “The Velveteen Rabbit” by Margery Williams sometime in perhaps mid-February 1976 a few days before Renewal House closed for good and never to be rebuilt in a later epoch.

Anyway, back to Krystal. I talked to two males, one born in 1995 and one born in 1994. They arrange the articles of furniture in the Del’ Avant Event Center in beautiful downtown LaGrange, Georgia. The event center used to be either McClellan’s or Kress’ Dime Store back in the real day, the 1950s and 1960s. The two individuals work odd hours and were kind enough to try to pay attention to my chatter.

For the second early morning I ate at the local Krystal Restaurant between approximately 2:00 to 2:30 AM. I saw the some of the same lost teenagers or young adults as I did the previous early morning. Someone not me needs to try to get through to these young people before it is too late to save them from the harsh realities of drugs, sex, and getting rolled by each other and society. All the police have to offer is incarceration in jail or mental health facility. These youngsters of night need life-centric guidance not being institutionalized.

I term the forensic Georgia Regional State Mental Hospital System as the Gulag Archipelago of the first Order. As a refresher see and read The Gulag Archipelago: An Experiment in Literary Investigation by Aleksandr Isayevich Solzhenitsyn who won Nobel Prize in Literature for the previously mentioned tome in 1970. I have this beautiful book of survival in hellish conditions in my little library of at least 200 books or so. I remember my sisters pretty much forgot about me when I was placed on their order in West Central Georgia Regional Hospital in mid-October 2013. I don’t think either of my sisters bothered to visit me until I was free from the hospital by my usual Pathways Center Outpatient Mental Health Clinic savior worker John Leuken (spelling?) on St. Valentine’s Day 2014. I was then installed in my current abode of 201 North Lewis Street Apartment #6, LaGrange, Georgia 30240. My sisters arranged for me to sign over my rights against my better judgement to the property at 601 Hill Street LaGrange, Georgia 30241 where I had resided essentially since 1960 or 1961. Anyway, in October 2013 my sisters had run off my virtual wife Cyndi(a) Darlene Burks-Burden, a married drug addict former prostitute, whom I loved despite all our faults back in the day and in later periods of my life. I also lost my former puppy and dog Mister Buddy Princeton and AKC registered Chinese Willoughby pug. Cyndi(a) gave away our beloved pug due to her dire practically homeless circumstances. Back to the main gist of this email and/or post. A nice black registered nurse in Columbus bought me some winter clothes including a Wall’s hooded jacket at a secondhand store as a parting gift to me. I still am wearing the jacket today.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Gulag_Archipelago

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aleksandr_Solzhenitsyn

I just called the Troup County Jail and I spoke with female Officer Singleton. The first round of my jail time was from Wednesday, May 8, 2019 to June 12, 2019. I was in booking and Officer Singleton was working the 7:00 PM to 7:00 AM shift. I was in Booking 704 for most of the time. I got to wear the yellow suicide watch vest for a day or so while in Booking 704. Anyway, I used to love to take showers either early in the 7:00 PM to 7:00 AM shift or usually in the middle of night at about 2:00 AM. The shower was nice with plenty of hot water and very good water pressure. The only bad thing about the shower it had a timer on the water. I think it ran for about 30 seconds then quit. I would stay in the shower for a long time and the staff allowed me to take as long as I wanted to in that period of personal relaxation. Officer Singleton was always nice and allowed me to get plenty of water rations. The accommodations in Booking 704 were not all that great. I had latrine grate in the floor, and I used that latrine for both doing personal plumbing job 1 (peeing or urinating for the more medically inclined) and occasionally job number 2 (which is defecating or generating excrement). When I had to do job number 2 in my jail cell the officers had to place a blackout screen in front of my cell. For some insane reason, I used to like to flash the female and male staff with my half-naked or naked body. I was really in the ozone layer and I was mean as the proverbial snake. I have fond and insane memories of my time in Booking 704.

I have been abandoned by three very strong and to me beautiful females: Yvonne Marie Greene, MD, Cyndi(a) Darlene Burks-Burden, and Merry B., RN etc. Dr. Yvonne Marie Greene, MD is a neuropsychiatrist at the Veteran Administration in Decatur, Georgia. She was my psychiatrist from around 2000 to 2006 or 2007 at the Pathways Center Outpatient Clinic of Troup County in LaGrange, Georgia.  Unfortunately for me I was her patient/client/consumer and she was also married. I could not help but find myself in love with her after I graduated from Auburn University with my Doctor of Philosophy degree. Unlike my research adviser she did not attend my mother’s funeral nor my graduation. Before she left the Clinic for good, I gave her a copy of my oldest sister’s nonfiction book about my sister and brother-in-law’s daring flight to Anchorage, Alaska and back to Hampton, Georgia in a 1940 or 1941 Piper Cub. Also, before she abandoned me, Dr. Greene took an archival picture of me. I have yet to find a picture of Dr. Greene on the Internet. Cyndi(a) Darlene Burks-Burden and I had a very complicated on and off again quasi-marriage. Cyndi(a) and my relationship was the nearest I have ever come to being truly married. Cyndi(a) and my affair lasted approximately a decade. Nurse Merry B. was my heart, mind and soma flame at Pathways Center Second Season of LaGrange, Georgia from day 1 to day 127. She reminded me of Yvonne Marie Greene a lot. I heard she is no longer employed by Pathways Center Second Season so there is no ethical, legal, and/or moral reason why Merry B. and I can’t continue our friendship. If anyone knows the whereabouts of any of the three preceding females, please contact them and let them know the door to romancing me is still wide open from my point of view. I am an open source book in more ways than one.