Category: Memoirs of James Pate Williams Jr

My sister and representative payee, Susan Williams Harrison, is late with the minuscule amount of money that I receive from the federal government for my alleged brain chemical anomaly: psycho-sociopath or paranoid schizophrenic or schizoid-effective or bipolar or some form of autism, etc. It amounts to approximately $750 plus or minus some dollars every month. How in the heck do the people of the United States expect me to live on that small amount of money? I have been used as a psychological warfare sub rosa (under the table, surreptitious) and unpaid Guinea pig for Molly Hale’s nonexistent agency since at least 1998 and probably earlier. I have been a subject of observation and an unremunerated experiment for “no such agency” since at least the 1980s and more vigorously in the period 2010 to 2019. I have applied to all sorts of federal agencies and departments since I received my terminal degree in December 2005, and I have only garnered two in-depth telephone interviews in 2010 and about 2016 and three live interviews for our current President and Commander-in-Chief Donald J. Trump in 2018 and 2019. I did at least three tests for “no such agency” before that organization decided to see me live and in-person three times at a cost of around $650 or $700 USD air fare and hotel accommodations per round trip at the taxpayers’ expense. I am sorry I got so angry and frustrated after my last rejection sometime in early 2019 after I came back from my “final” in-person interview on Tuesday, January 8, 2019. I had run out of my then current medication of ABILIFY and levothyroxine on Tuesday, January 8, 2019. I tried calling Pathways Center Outpatient Mental Health Clinic of Troup County to get my medications refilled but the staff wanted to put me off for more than two weeks. Thus, began my rapidly downhill spiral into the not so wonderful world of fun blown psychosis and madness.

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Re: Chemical Castration by James Pate Williams, Jr., BA, BS, MSwE, PhD

Some states are forcing sex offenders to be chemically castrated. I agree if the procedure is completely reversible. The United Kingdom was going to chemically castrate Alan Mathison Turing and took away his clearance. That directly led to Alan killing himself via taking a chemical that leads to hydrogen cyanide in the bloodstream. Adolph Hitler used a similar chemical agent, but he also shot himself with a 9 mm x 19 mm Luger semi-automatic pistol.

I hope the combination of ABILIFY, ZYPREXA, and VISTARIL are not chemically castrating me. Since 1983 I have only tried to have vaginal sex a few times to no avail. The last time I tried was either earlier this year or last year. I always attributed my impotence to old age, but it is probably due to the anti-psychotics I must take to stay sane. I guess I might have to take Pfizer’s little blue pill namely Viagra. I do have hope that the vein mapping ultrasonic procedure I am scheduled to have on Thursday, January 30, 2020 will help with my libido and virility.

Thanks,

Pate

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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.

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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