At some point I'll be focusing on writing and copyrighting TV and movie scripts. Since most TV scripts generally raise tension just before the commercial, I need a good script writing program to keep track of where I'm headed, where I've been, as well as the very moment a plan has to come together.

 

A few years ago I tried to write a text editor for movie scripts that works with my rather bizarre thought and memory process. In order to do this I found I needed several windows. For instance, a window containing a basic script outline, as well as a window for the actual script. Of course, there are a couple more windows, and special class and function calls such as timing and various placeholders involved but I can't remember them at the moment.

 

Although I would have eventually finished the Movie Script Editor I was working on, I soon realized it would have taken many months, while that project got in the way of other projects, such as looking for a better way to support myself.

 

If you've ever tried to sell ideas to the movie industry, perhaps you've encountered the same psychosis as I. The big TV networks resemble an FBI surveillance crew, running a series of scams you'd expect to see in the Mission Impossible TV series. Perhaps the most pertinent scam to this article being their ability to employ memory laps techniques on me while employing a hypnotic shell game involving other peoples ideas. It's hardly worth my while to expend energy on writing a TV series when I'm led to believe I'm merely copying a script written several years ago that is just being filmed today, while being scheduled for airtime next year.

 

Then there's that dragging uncomfortable memories out of the past scam. It can be extremely difficult to focus on making a buck when the FBI insists I'm any number of wicked things, up to and including an inmate of the Covert US Prison System, teetering in death row over a list of crimes which the police surveillance crew refuses to arrest me for, but openly whispers in my ear while negotiating my wages, living conditions, value of property I'm trying to sell and so forth.

 

This brings us to my computer programming skills. If you've never written a computer program, I'm a genius, able to accomplish a wide range of mind boggling tasks. If you are a high end computer programmer who receives a hundred thousand dollar per year for your services, I'm sloppy, disorganized, uneducated, clumsy, and if my computer were a car, I'd be in a wreck before I encountered the first stop sign.

 

On the other hand, I'm certain I can write a computer program that will enable me to run an entire manufacturing facility from a single terminal. Of course, I don't have the several thousand dollars required for proper manuals, workspace, and electrical gadgetry needed to conduct a number of experiments. Then there's the question of how long it would take me to get things up and running after I obtained the proper equipment and manuals.

 

Speaking of spending my days and nights behind a computer screen, a couple of years ago I got a free video animation package up and running. Although I'm sure a similar program costing fifty thousand dollars would be relatively bug free while being much more robust all around, this program is a great learning tool. In fact, a number of people have created all sorts of amazingly lifelike pictures, as well as movies from this program.

 

Although I'm nowhere near as proficient at this animation program as I would like to be, there are a number of tasks which I don't have to wander the Internet, looking for instructions to perform. For instance, should an investor pay me for a clear and concise video to demonstrate what type of assembly line I have in mind for a given product, depending on the complexity of the product, it shouldn't take too long.

 

On the other hand, if someone has a billion dollars to invest, I could easily spend the next five or ten years making only videos of my designs, and even the assembly lines needed to manufacture them.

 

Obviously, someone with that kind of money to invest would much rather fork over twenty million dollars to a reputable engineering firm to manufacture a single machine that I could build for a couple hundred thousand dollars. Therefore, I could concentrate all my movie production energies on displaying products. But then, I've been a side of beef hanging on a hook in a slaughterhouse a long time, and I know how competent help is turned into cheap help.  

 

Part Of My Slaughterhouse Employment Background

 

One thing I've learned in the design and manufacture of large jet aircraft interiors  is, the people who make all the money do so by exploiting the abilities of others, while making sure the exploited remain in that undesirable position. In my case, back in the 1990s, the highest paying job I could find in the US involved designing and building large jet aircraft interiors at Miami based “Aircraft Modular Products” (AMP) for eleven dollars per hour. This poultry paycheck is quite a shock when you consider that AMP charged ten thousand dollars per chair, as well as during my patent research I couldn't find any evidence that AMP holds any patents or pays any sort of patent royalties.

 

AMP's upholstery shop supervisor's name was “Barbara Hearne.” When I first showed up in 1990, Barbara and a part time employee named “Martha Turner” made all the patterns, while I was assigned to the dozens of peripheral tasks such as re-engineering poorly thought out mechanisms, making sure chairs are ready to upholster, and even making patterns when I was caught up. Barbara and Martha would then instruct and supervise several unskilled black women on how to cut fabric and foam, glue foam to chairs, install covers, as well as perform light sewing and other repetitive upholstery shop functions.

 

Not only did I appear to be inducted into another extortion and murder scam, where the company immediately began whispering fraudulent police files and death threats in my ear when I walked into the door, but I also walked into a race war where the black community began openly stalking me while whispering fraudulent police files and death threats in my ear in every public place within a week of my hire at AMP.

 

Somewhere along the line I learned that Barbara told her unskilled helpers that she would give them all raises if they looked over my shoulder and learned my trade from me, which sounds even worse when you consider that I never received a raise the entire four years I worked at AMP. When I explained to Barbara how cutthroat the upholstery trade is, and how I have no intentions of training a lynch mob to replace me after they change gears from playing nasty games like stealing my car, and causing expensive car problems every so often to doing it every day, etc., Barbara could hardly fire me since business had doubled and a suitable replacement wasn't in immediate sight.

 

Since there was about a 75% turnover in the engineering department at AMP, I would imagine that these people found themselves trampled under similar zebra race conditions as well. I can't keep track of the zebra races myself since the guy calling off whichever stripe is in the lead intentionally confuses a single stripe causing the problem with the entire beast or beasts.

 

Although AMP hired me as an upholsterer, I did an awful lot of engineering work that was simply copied over to AMP's computer files by D&E staff members who obviously weren't qualified to engineer these devices on their own. This brings us to, if AMP's large engineer turnover was due to offering low pay, they obviously were forced to bring in good engineers for special projects, whom they promptly bled for maximum yield.

 

Somewhere around 1989, “Page Avejet” in Orlando Florida got behind on their workload and either had to pay a contracting company thirty dollars per hour for an extra upholsterer or pay an airline something like a hundred thousand dollars per day late fees. They opted to hire me for eight dollars per hour as a regular employee while whispering fraudulent police files and death threats in my ear the whole time. Once Page got caught up on it's work schedule, I was promptly thrown out on my ear.

 

The last I heard, Orlando's Page Avjet no longer has an upholstery department because it's Hispanic union thrived under the corporation's low pay conditions. Once a couple of fairly competent Hispanics got to run the show, they easily ran off competent white personnel to make room for their relatives. Quality of work declined and the customers eventually stopped returning for more interior work.

 

How my employment at Page Avejet began is, the head of personnel, named “Cochran,” outright laughed at me when I told him I lived under a professional copyright and patent theft ring that separates my ideas and inventions from me with fraudulent police files. Besides the subliminal fraudulent police file and heart attack games played on me at Page, on one occasion I was told to glue a leather pattern onto a panel, only to find someone had broken out the plastic back window on my pickup topper in the shape of that pattern. On another occasion the oil was drained out of my engine.

 

Page Avejet was owned by the “Guthrie Corporation,” whom, soon after I was fired I sent a letter to, explaining my experiences at Page, and how Page security found a drawing of a foldout chair in my glove box and decided to play the 'here's your cushy new head of the interior department, office' games. While writing this, on 6-6-2009 I noticed a sort of finger point of that letter used on NBC's “Today Show” in a flow chart, comparing Woody Guthrie's “This land is our land” to another song.

 

Speaking of one of my TV series', based on the government running hypnotic autopsies on private citizens by way of rather vague news, etc., segments connected to hypnotic hooks, I do tend to forget key issues while my rambling letters are quickly tossed into the trash. In fact, I did ramble into something in my letter to the Guthrie Corporation to the effect of Woody Guthrie being commissioned by his enemies to live in poverty in order to write that inspirational song.

 

Now that I'm talking about writing crazy letters to people who could have me committed, when Page security drained my engine oil, I realized the Sheriff and FBI would once again set their subliminal soft touch machine to 'Babbling Idiot Asking To Be Thrown Out The Door' if I brought this matter to them, so I called either the US Attorney or the State Attorney, who in turn sent me a form to fill out and sign my name to.

 

This form contained official looking government letterhead, followed by a bunch of seriously wavy lines, followed by a signature prompt. In that single page of wavy lines I found myself motivated beyond logic to inform another branch of the government, making a joke at my expense, the most psychotic things I recalled being whispered into my ear since the early 1980s, after I got it in my head that NBC wanted to pay me a hundred thousand dollars a week for my set designs and movie plots but first I had to get on the casting couch with Jerry Lewis, and then found myself hanging on a cross in the Martin Luther King Day Parade at black owned Macs Boat Top in Tampa Florida.

 

I don't think I ever did get to the matter of the drained oil, or the exact subliminal whisper games played at Page in my Florida State Attorney correspondence. In fact, I seem to recall having to recopy that document several times on notebook paper because my concentration dropped off to 'meat puppet making incriminating FBI surveillance videos.'

 

Obviously, the corporate wing I've lived under deals in slavery, basing its slavery scams not only on social, economic conditions but also on Sheriff and FBI files, and I can't possibly be the only highly skilled tradesman this has happened to. Now that I've been painfully taught that the world is little more that a slaughterhouse, I shouldn't feel any remorse for looking for the highest possible pay, with a good medical and retirement plan, in a cushy office, several layers removed from the actual blood and guts of this meat packing operation.

 

 

Corporations were originally designed by the US Government to be vehicles of tax collection. In return, the government grants the corporate entity any number of special privileges. Of course, these corporations still made enough money to station large numbers of expensive lobbyists in Washington to do things like generate tax loopholes. One popular tax loophole used by many huge corporations avoids one or more layers of that original tax collection structure by placing their corporate mailbox outside the US.

 

Now that a dependable corporate job with excellent medical benefits and a reliable retirement program is headed towards extinction, as well as the US Government has mismanaged more tax payer dollars than every US business and private citizen combined grosses in a year, the private businessman will soon go under if he doesn't take advantage of the US tax loophole structure.

 

For instance, there are currently three hundred million Americans in the US. If one hundred million Americans generate their own solar energy, grow their own food, manufacture products in their garages, and barter among themselves, both the government and the oil companies could share the profit on ten to twenty dollar per gallon gasoline as corporate lobbying causes left and right wing politics to further bankrupt the US Government, and the general population would only suffer minor inconveniences.

 

I have a number of products that can change the typical American's dependence [on bloated corporations that funnel huge sums of money into their executive branch at the expense of the government who created the corporation, as well as its employees] to near complete self dependence, or a co-dependence on a long list of family operated businesses setup in the community in order to fulfill the needs of that community.

 

Obviously, there is something wrong with my hundred million self sufficient Americans assessment. For instance, my father claims to be a hydraulics engineer, not only capable of designing and building cranes, bulldozers, and so forth, but also to able to design and build a hundred thousand dollar machine for a thousand dollars in parts. In fact, he proved his machine building abilities in the early 1980s when we built a couple of automatic propeller manufacturing machines together.

 

A hundred thousand dollar machine can easily make its owner a quarter million dollars per year. At least in the ultralight aircraft propeller business in the 1980s, before too many unskilled pilots died in crashes and the entire industry went belly up.

 

It turned out that my father is amazingly self destructive when it comes to making money. Although he did make those propeller machines, when they were no longer useful he refused to turn them into parts for another machine that would support his family, or at least store them somewhere out of the way to make room for another machine building project. I came up with dozens of products to manufacture but my father has excuses for every occasion that just got more and more psychotic sounding as the layers of my hypnotic programming began to ware off to the stress.
 
Speaking of hypnosis based double talk routines that can make nearly any talk show topic, news media event, and so forth, appear to be a personal attack, about the time President Reagan called “Marlin Fitzwater” into his inner circle, my father, also named “Marlin,” got a job at “Paradise Fruit” in Plant City Florida, making injection molding machines for ten dollars per hour. Since my father is a serious double talker, I never really got a good idea of what types of plastic parts he built molds for that cost ten dollars at the store while costing only five cents to make.

 

I did know that I had to teach myself how to wire machines so I didn't have to put up with my father undermining my attempts at becoming self sufficient with his psychotic bullshit routines whenever I need his help. For instance, in order to make a machine perform one or more repetitive tasks, I first needed to build an electronic circuit. The main ingredient for timing any number of repetitive tasks is the 555 timer chip. Of course, in the 1980s, most machines were run off simple logic circuits because computers were just too expensive.

 

After I got a book and a couple of IC chips to experiment with, my father started talking to me about how he makes plastic buckets at work which have some kind of a continuous changing stamp called a timer. Of course, my father explained this individual bucket dating process in such a way that I thought he was making plastic buckets filled with military grade explosives, while the police surveillance crew, in charge of monitoring my every move, whispered in my ear in such a way as to stifle my electronics self help program until I managed to somewhat bypass this hypnotic programming event a decade down the road.

 

Speaking of designing and building automatic machining equipment with memory intensive computers, I'm certain I can make an extremely high precision milling machine with many attachments that can build just about any type of mold for any plastic part you want to mass produce. If you look at all the plastic parts that make up your everyday life, you know what kind of potential profit I'm talking about.