In keeping with the spirit of Random Thoughts, I thought I'd address again the subject of making sense out of a senseless world. I considered going to medical school since it doesn't make a whole lot of sense. I'm so old now that I'd never be able to retire because I'd have to pay my medical education debts. Plus, I don't have any medical experience, although it wouldn't be hard for me to volunteer at a hospital. Further, I'd have to leave my aging and disabled parents. That makes no sense at all.
The world in general makes no sense. I think the best way to live is to stop trying to make sense of it. Just do whatever you want to do. Don't bother if what you want to do is logical or even possible regarding your means. I'm so far in debt from working (see the irony?) in Washington, DC I don't know how I'm going to pay for law school. Yet I applied anyway. The way the system works, something weird will happen that will let you do what you want.
Now my big problem is figuring out exactly what I want out of life. For a long time I thought I wanted a Ph.D. in physics. At this point, I'm so far removed from the admissions process I don't think it's worth the trouble. Still, the fact it's illogical to go for a Ph.D. in physics makes this choice a good candidate for something for me to try.
I thought that I just wanted a job where I could use my science training and education. I got what I wanted, a job as a Patent Examiner. That job was horrible, so perhaps working in science in general is horrible. Thus I'm trying law for starters. Patent examination requires applying science and engineering to the law (or the other way around). None of these things I'm mentioning I'm really taking seriously anymore.
As far as decision making, you might as well take 10 strips of paper, one for every choice you have, and put them in a hat. Pull out one strip of paper and do whatever it is on that strip of paper. Life is definitely a random process. Why kid ourselves into thinking we really have any control over our lives. You could get killed in a car accident after reading this post for example.
Just for the record, here are the different occupations I've pursued over the years:
(1) Roman Catholic Priest
(2) Patent Examiner
(3) Scientist/Professor of Physics
(4) High School Teacher
(5) Mathematician
(6) Theologian
(7) Electrical Engineer
(8) Lawyer
(9) Doctor
(10) Sailor
(11) Soldier
(12) Writer
(13) Tutor
(14) Software Engineer
(15) Biologist
(16) Forensic Scientist
I've tried a lot of different things, but unlike most people I didn't stick to anything very long. In most of these occupations, I didn't get very far. Either I left, was forced out, or never allowed to enter. Currently, I'm pursuing a career as a writer. I'd like to work somewhere part-time that would allow me to still have time for my writing. That way I'd have income when I don't have publications. Still, that makes too much sense.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Making Sense In A Senseless World
I'll try to be more regular with this blog. This is my random thought blog. Today, I was just thinking that my problem is I try to make sense from a world that makes no sense. Just read Ecclesiastes 9:11. I applied for law school pretty much for no good reason other than I have all my credentials necessary for applying.
Here's what doesn't make a whole lot of sense. For 15 years or 7 years, depending how far I count back, I've been waiting to work full-time in a real professional job. Finally I got my chance last July 2008 with the United States Patent and Trademark Office. I worked as a Patent Examiner.
However, the job was evil. It was Burger King for geniuses. The management rushed us Patent Examiners much like the management of a fast food restaurant. Our products were patent applications. Also, the longer I stayed in the Washington, DC area the more in debt I fell.
While on SSI disability I had modest debt, but by the time I quit USPTO, my debt had grown 300%! Where does that make any sense? Again I'm trying to make sense out of a senseless world. So now, I'm making my way in the world as a freelance writer. I feel much happier at the choice I've made. Working for somebody else doesn't work for me.
At one point, I decided to be Random Man. I was going to apply for jobs and postgraduate education indiscriminately. I was even going to return to DC as some sort of federal employee. My parents didn't understand why I came back to Nevada, just to leave again. Since the universe doesn't make sense, then I don't have to make sense.
I did do a logical analysis of my options. The best option is to write as a freelancer, and the worst is to look for any old job in Las Vegas. I have a mathematical system I use to make decisions. My mathematical analysis gave me some direction and restored a little order to the universe.
Here's what doesn't make a whole lot of sense. For 15 years or 7 years, depending how far I count back, I've been waiting to work full-time in a real professional job. Finally I got my chance last July 2008 with the United States Patent and Trademark Office. I worked as a Patent Examiner.
However, the job was evil. It was Burger King for geniuses. The management rushed us Patent Examiners much like the management of a fast food restaurant. Our products were patent applications. Also, the longer I stayed in the Washington, DC area the more in debt I fell.
While on SSI disability I had modest debt, but by the time I quit USPTO, my debt had grown 300%! Where does that make any sense? Again I'm trying to make sense out of a senseless world. So now, I'm making my way in the world as a freelance writer. I feel much happier at the choice I've made. Working for somebody else doesn't work for me.
At one point, I decided to be Random Man. I was going to apply for jobs and postgraduate education indiscriminately. I was even going to return to DC as some sort of federal employee. My parents didn't understand why I came back to Nevada, just to leave again. Since the universe doesn't make sense, then I don't have to make sense.
I did do a logical analysis of my options. The best option is to write as a freelancer, and the worst is to look for any old job in Las Vegas. I have a mathematical system I use to make decisions. My mathematical analysis gave me some direction and restored a little order to the universe.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Article
Modern Slavery Operation In Las Vegas
By Kenneth Molles
Las Vegas is known for its bright lights and adult entertainment. However, the whole hospitality and entertainment industry is supported by the Las Vegas Mafia and its modern slavery operation. The Mafia uses patients from Las Vegas Mental Health Center, located at 6161 West Charleston Blvd, which is the state mental institution in Southern Nevada, for free labor.
The mental patients, mostly homeless and/or disabled, cannot pay for their treatment at what they call simply 6161 West Charleston. As a result, to pay for their care, the institution forces patients into slave labor. Patients provide the labor in the hospital for such work as maintenance to meal preparation for the other patients. Also, the Las Vegas Mafia uses the slavery operation to support the gaming and entertainment industry. Mental patients work off their debt by producing everything from the plastic cutlery sets to the decorations used by the major resorts on the Las Vegas Strip.
Mental patients call the slavery operation, "The Underworld". Often, under heavy psychiatric medication, the mental patients are not even aware they are providing free labor for the glamorous Las Vegas entertainment and hospitality industry. The Mafia also by coercion, perhaps hypnosis, and other methods of brainwashing convinces mental patients at Las Vegas Mental Health Center that the Underworld does not really exist. Patients are led to believe they are delusional about the Underworld.
Freed slaves often testify to law enforcement about the existence of the Underworld, but authorities do not believe the stories of mental patients, who suffer anything from clinical depression to schizophrenia. Authorities have been unable to investigate wrongdoing at Las Vegas Mental Health Center due to the lack of credibility of witnesses to the Underworld operation.
The State of Nevada has in the mid-2000s built a newer facility called Rawson-Neale Psychiatric Hospital on the corner of Oakey and Jones Boulevards. It is likely that the Mafia's slavery operation continues there as well. At both Rawson-Neale and 6161 West Charleston, staff regularly engage in physical, mental, and sexual abuse of patients. Male staff will drug female mental patients and perform improper sexual acts on them, for example. Staff will beat male patients. Male and female patients are subject to drugging and 4-point restraints, in which the psychiatric technicians will tie with belts the ankles and wrists of mental patients to the corner posts of a bed bolted to the floor. The staff forcibly remove the patients' lower garments and administer an injection of psychiatric, possibly also hallucinogenic drugs into the buttocks.
Numerous complaints against Las Vegas Mental Center go unanswered and unchallenged. The mentally ill community unfortunately lacks credibility due the nature of their conditions. Thus the Las Vegas Mafia continues to exploit the often indigent mentally ill population of Las Vegas in the Underworld.
Kenneth Molles is a winner of the Office of Naval Research-National Defense Science and Engineering Graduate Fellowship. He holds a B.A. in physics from the University of California at Berkeley. He is a former doctoral student in the Department of Physics at Harvard University. Most recently, he served in the federal civil service as a Patent Examiner with the United States Patent and Trademark Office.
By Kenneth Molles
Las Vegas is known for its bright lights and adult entertainment. However, the whole hospitality and entertainment industry is supported by the Las Vegas Mafia and its modern slavery operation. The Mafia uses patients from Las Vegas Mental Health Center, located at 6161 West Charleston Blvd, which is the state mental institution in Southern Nevada, for free labor.
The mental patients, mostly homeless and/or disabled, cannot pay for their treatment at what they call simply 6161 West Charleston. As a result, to pay for their care, the institution forces patients into slave labor. Patients provide the labor in the hospital for such work as maintenance to meal preparation for the other patients. Also, the Las Vegas Mafia uses the slavery operation to support the gaming and entertainment industry. Mental patients work off their debt by producing everything from the plastic cutlery sets to the decorations used by the major resorts on the Las Vegas Strip.
Mental patients call the slavery operation, "The Underworld". Often, under heavy psychiatric medication, the mental patients are not even aware they are providing free labor for the glamorous Las Vegas entertainment and hospitality industry. The Mafia also by coercion, perhaps hypnosis, and other methods of brainwashing convinces mental patients at Las Vegas Mental Health Center that the Underworld does not really exist. Patients are led to believe they are delusional about the Underworld.
Freed slaves often testify to law enforcement about the existence of the Underworld, but authorities do not believe the stories of mental patients, who suffer anything from clinical depression to schizophrenia. Authorities have been unable to investigate wrongdoing at Las Vegas Mental Health Center due to the lack of credibility of witnesses to the Underworld operation.
The State of Nevada has in the mid-2000s built a newer facility called Rawson-Neale Psychiatric Hospital on the corner of Oakey and Jones Boulevards. It is likely that the Mafia's slavery operation continues there as well. At both Rawson-Neale and 6161 West Charleston, staff regularly engage in physical, mental, and sexual abuse of patients. Male staff will drug female mental patients and perform improper sexual acts on them, for example. Staff will beat male patients. Male and female patients are subject to drugging and 4-point restraints, in which the psychiatric technicians will tie with belts the ankles and wrists of mental patients to the corner posts of a bed bolted to the floor. The staff forcibly remove the patients' lower garments and administer an injection of psychiatric, possibly also hallucinogenic drugs into the buttocks.
Numerous complaints against Las Vegas Mental Center go unanswered and unchallenged. The mentally ill community unfortunately lacks credibility due the nature of their conditions. Thus the Las Vegas Mafia continues to exploit the often indigent mentally ill population of Las Vegas in the Underworld.
Kenneth Molles is a winner of the Office of Naval Research-National Defense Science and Engineering Graduate Fellowship. He holds a B.A. in physics from the University of California at Berkeley. He is a former doctoral student in the Department of Physics at Harvard University. Most recently, he served in the federal civil service as a Patent Examiner with the United States Patent and Trademark Office.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
The Massive Failure of Technology
When the universal password is discovered from the inherent flaw in the foundation of science, there will be the greatest scientific discovery of all time. However, the discovery will expose flaws in every modern technological device and there will be a cry that has never been heard since the cry of every mother in Egypt.
Isaiah 40:1-11
Isaiah 41:1-16
Isaiah 42
Lamentations 3:31-33
Psalm 54
We know that the Son of God has come and given us discernment to know the who is true.
Isaiah 40:1-11
Isaiah 41:1-16
Isaiah 42
Lamentations 3:31-33
Psalm 54
We know that the Son of God has come and given us discernment to know the who is true.
The Universal Password
As all secrets shall be revealed, there exists a flaw in science, built into the very foundations of physics. In this flaw you will find the universal password, which will unlock every lock, crack every code, expose every password, and reveal every secret.
Trickery and Deception
You will not be able to distinguish between reality and falsehood. Modern technology allows you to photoshop yourself into looking beautiful or being anyone you want to be. I saw this at the Luxor Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. People were paying to have their faces superimposed on real magazine covers by using a computer. You could be Time's man or woman of the year if you want by simply paying the vendor to photoshop your face onto the Time cover.
At the name of Jesus, every knee shall bend, of those in Heaven, on Earth, and under the Earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. Then the Devil was thrown into the lake of fire and burning sulphur along with the false prophet and the beast. There they shall be tormented day and night, forever and ever.
At the name of Jesus, every knee shall bend, of those in Heaven, on Earth, and under the Earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. Then the Devil was thrown into the lake of fire and burning sulphur along with the false prophet and the beast. There they shall be tormented day and night, forever and ever.
The Devil's Champion
We will all face the Devil's Champion eventually. Many of you will succumb and implant in yourself his Radio Frequency Identification Devices (RFIDs) for the convenience of making purchases. Soon it will be necessary for all people on the planet to have the RFID in order to do anything from accessing the Internet to applying for a mortgage. What a marvel of modern technology you might think, but its a tool of enslavement. You will be slaves of the Devil's Champion.
Remember, you will have no other gods before the Lord.
Isaiah 41:1-16
Remember, you will have no other gods before the Lord.
Isaiah 41:1-16
All Secrets Will Be Revealed
In the sky, everyone will see your life and everything you have ever done. There is no secret that will not be revealed. When the 3-D Volumetric Display televisions come out (3-D televisions), your life will be broadcast to every person on the planet who has one. On every 2-D television screen, computer monitor, laptop screen, movie screen, and website your life will be seen by billions. For those who do not have modern technology, your life will be broadcast in the sky complete with audio.
We will see the lives of every person who has ever lived, is living now, or will ever live. Evil depends on secrecy. The devil and his minions are like cockroaches who hide in the dark. The moment you turn on the light, they run for cover. If God were a hurricane, then the devil would be just a fart.
Isaiah 40:1-11
We will see the lives of every person who has ever lived, is living now, or will ever live. Evil depends on secrecy. The devil and his minions are like cockroaches who hide in the dark. The moment you turn on the light, they run for cover. If God were a hurricane, then the devil would be just a fart.
Isaiah 40:1-11
In Hoc Signi Vinces
Most of you out there just don't get it. I'm not just talking about mental illness. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but with the powers, the principalities, the rulers of this present world, with the evil spirits in the heavens. Many of you just want to make sure you can still go to WalMart to go shopping or go to Starbucks for a cafe latte. There's a war out there, folks, and it isn't against other people.
Ezekiel 33
Ezekiel 33
Thursday, January 1, 2009
More Secrets Revealed
For the record to all you people at USPTO, the person who spurred me to write that bulletin about the Antisocial Class (July 7, 2008) was Ms. Elizabeth So, formerly of the University of Southern California. Elizabeth and I both took Dash Bus AT-8 to USPTO, and I was nothing but nice to her. I saw her on the bus one day, and I waited for her after I got off the bus at King Street Metro. However, she said something about wanting to speedwalk to work. For whatever reason, she offended me because I like to talk to people. She couldn't give enough courtesy to wait for me and have a nice conversation.
Furthermore, there a scientist out there named Dr. Shi Li, who received his Ph.D. from Purdue. Dr. Li was my supervising postdoc at UC San Diego Department of Physics, but he was nothing but an arrogant, conceited, self-congratulating idiot. He always told me to get some exercise, even though I was doing the exercises the doctor told me to do. He just assumed that since I'm overweight that I don't exercise at all. Walking is exercise when you do it outside your everyday walking.
I told Dr. Shi Li about my mental illness, and he said, "You remember it, so you were in control!" Therefore, he implied I was responsible for my schizoaffective disorder and chose to have it. Dr. Li also chose to stand 5 feet short.
There were 4 people who annoyed me every day at Richard J. Donovan Correctional Facility when I worked for Remedy Intelligent Staffing in San Diego, California. Their names were Manny, Joel, Andrea, and a Michelle Franco. Andrea and Michelle talked to me like they knew everything. Manny and Joel, two teenagers at the time, led me to a freight scale and tricked me into standing on it. They wanted to see how much I weigh, in order to make fun of my weight. Let the record show that Manny and Joel did this. Even the inmates were nicer to me than them.
There was a blonde named Shelley Porter who worked in the same office as me at Silver Bullet Solutions, Inc. in San Diego, CA. She also made me mad. Shelley said, "I keep a spare key in my glove compartment in case I get locked out of my car." When I told her my friend took the bar exam, Shelley said, "Is he going to be a bartender?"
Furthermore, there a scientist out there named Dr. Shi Li, who received his Ph.D. from Purdue. Dr. Li was my supervising postdoc at UC San Diego Department of Physics, but he was nothing but an arrogant, conceited, self-congratulating idiot. He always told me to get some exercise, even though I was doing the exercises the doctor told me to do. He just assumed that since I'm overweight that I don't exercise at all. Walking is exercise when you do it outside your everyday walking.
I told Dr. Shi Li about my mental illness, and he said, "You remember it, so you were in control!" Therefore, he implied I was responsible for my schizoaffective disorder and chose to have it. Dr. Li also chose to stand 5 feet short.
There were 4 people who annoyed me every day at Richard J. Donovan Correctional Facility when I worked for Remedy Intelligent Staffing in San Diego, California. Their names were Manny, Joel, Andrea, and a Michelle Franco. Andrea and Michelle talked to me like they knew everything. Manny and Joel, two teenagers at the time, led me to a freight scale and tricked me into standing on it. They wanted to see how much I weigh, in order to make fun of my weight. Let the record show that Manny and Joel did this. Even the inmates were nicer to me than them.
There was a blonde named Shelley Porter who worked in the same office as me at Silver Bullet Solutions, Inc. in San Diego, CA. She also made me mad. Shelley said, "I keep a spare key in my glove compartment in case I get locked out of my car." When I told her my friend took the bar exam, Shelley said, "Is he going to be a bartender?"
Secrets Revealed
Since everything seems to be going downhill, I'm just going to reveal every secret I know. At Las Vegas Mental Health Center, I was beaten while naked in the shower by a psychiatric technician whose name either was Ray or Chuck. Both of whom were overweight and had dark beards. The psychiatric technician would pummel me while yelling, "Wipe your butt!"
Las Vegas Mental Health Center is located at:
6161 West Charleston Blvd.
Las Vegas, NV 89146
(702) 486-6000
The staff regularly engages in physical, mental, and sexual abuse of mental patients. The Las Vegas Mafia uses mental patients for slave labor in what the patients call "The Underworld", as I have stated in a previous post. I have to jog my memory, but if you ask any homeless person in Las Vegas about 6161 West Charleston, Rawson-Neale Psychiatric Hospital, or the Underworld they'll tell you all about it. A good place to find a lot of homeless people who can verify the existence of the Underworld is Las Vegas Rescue Mission on Bonanza Road in downtown Las Vegas near Las Vegas Blvd.
Right now here are the issues I'm facing:
(1) I'm in more debt than when I started my job at USPTO.
(2) I owe $3000+ to the federal government because of my $5,000 signing bonus. I was supposed to work 1 year to keep it.
(3) I'm losing my apartment in Alexandria and I have to pay over $5000 in penalty fees for breaking the lease, not giving 60 days notice, etc.
(4) I have no idea how I'm going to pay my bills since I don't have a job anymore.
I'm not worried about that anymore. I'm outing everyone who deserves outing. There is a police officer in Chula Vista, California named Richard Deomampo who bullied me at Montgomery Junior High School and at Montgomery High School. I don't know if he's a good cop or bad cop, but he certainly wasn't a good person back then. He will make an appearance in my memoir, guaranteed.
Also, at Harvard University, Professor Gary Feldman said to me, "When is this manic-depression thing going to be over?" Manic-depression, or bipolar disorder, is a lifelong illness and doesn't go away. A man smart enough to be a professor of physics at Harvard should have known better than that.
Las Vegas Mental Health Center is located at:
6161 West Charleston Blvd.
Las Vegas, NV 89146
(702) 486-6000
The staff regularly engages in physical, mental, and sexual abuse of mental patients. The Las Vegas Mafia uses mental patients for slave labor in what the patients call "The Underworld", as I have stated in a previous post. I have to jog my memory, but if you ask any homeless person in Las Vegas about 6161 West Charleston, Rawson-Neale Psychiatric Hospital, or the Underworld they'll tell you all about it. A good place to find a lot of homeless people who can verify the existence of the Underworld is Las Vegas Rescue Mission on Bonanza Road in downtown Las Vegas near Las Vegas Blvd.
Right now here are the issues I'm facing:
(1) I'm in more debt than when I started my job at USPTO.
(2) I owe $3000+ to the federal government because of my $5,000 signing bonus. I was supposed to work 1 year to keep it.
(3) I'm losing my apartment in Alexandria and I have to pay over $5000 in penalty fees for breaking the lease, not giving 60 days notice, etc.
(4) I have no idea how I'm going to pay my bills since I don't have a job anymore.
I'm not worried about that anymore. I'm outing everyone who deserves outing. There is a police officer in Chula Vista, California named Richard Deomampo who bullied me at Montgomery Junior High School and at Montgomery High School. I don't know if he's a good cop or bad cop, but he certainly wasn't a good person back then. He will make an appearance in my memoir, guaranteed.
Also, at Harvard University, Professor Gary Feldman said to me, "When is this manic-depression thing going to be over?" Manic-depression, or bipolar disorder, is a lifelong illness and doesn't go away. A man smart enough to be a professor of physics at Harvard should have known better than that.
I'M BACK!
I just spent about six months working for the United States Patent and Trademark Office in the Washington, DC area. I held a job as a Patent Examiner, and I had my own apartment in Alexandria, Virginia. My motto from this point on is, "All secrets shall be revealed!" So I will speak the truth to the best of my ability.
I received an e-mail from the US Patent and Trademark Office (USPTO) around June 2008 stating that it was considering hiring me as a Patent Examiner. A week later, USPTO called to hire me. I left Las Vegas in a hurry to move to Alexandria. Once there, I studied, interpreted, and applied US patent law in the prosecution of patent applications for semiconductor inventions. Every day I took the bus from my apartment to work, and every day I went back home.
It was good at first. I enjoyed my work, and I was paid well. Eventually, the stress mounted. Everyone there at the Patent Training Academy felt the pressure to meet the USPTO's production goals. It was an intellectual factory. I was supposed to complete Office Actions, or written decisions, on four patent applications every biweek (2 weeks). I managed only to do 1 every biweek. One thing led to another, and I resigned a week ago. I am returning to Nevada.
There I will work on my career as a freelance writer. I have an article titled Modern Slavery Operation In Las Vegas. It will appear in a newspaper. The story details the Las Vegas Mafia's use of mental patients for slave labor in supporting the entertainment and hospitality industry. The mentally ill/homeless community calls the operation, "The Underworld".
I'm going to use this blog for my memoir titled Shield of Faith. I'm Catholic again, and I will stay that way. The whole experience in Washington, DC taught me there is a God. I'll save my recollections of my work at USPTO for a later post. Another project I have is my novel The Rosary Bracelet http://rosarybracelet.blogspot.com/ I'm blogging it under the pen name of Patrick K. Finn.
I am thinking of attending UNLV William S. Boyd School of Law. It is the only law school I'm applying to. As a man on disability, I was able to land a fee waiver from the Law School Admission Council (LSAC) back when I lived in Las Vegas. LSAC granted me a few free law school reports, required by law school admissions offices. I took the Law School Admission Test (LSAT) for free. All I need are my transcripts and my application to UNLV.
I'm operating on blind faith at this point. I have no idea where God is sending me now. I know He's sending me to Nevada, but I don't know what's going on there. Right now, I'm involved in a love triangle. My girlfriend in Las Vegas, Charlene Mosley, has another boyfriend named Blair McAllister. He is a friend of mine from group therapy. I met Charlene from the same group therapy. They live together.
Charlene and I fell in love over the phone as we kept in contact after I moved to Washington, DC (Alexandria, VA, a suburb of DC). Charlene hinted to me that something was going on with Blair, but she would never say it directly. She could only confide in me that there was trouble when he was in the shower or at the gym. Blair apparently pretends to be "normal". In truth, he has schizophrenia and has had a problem with domestic violence. Charlene has said, "Blair isn't who he says he is." She has to sneak around him because she uses the cell phone he pays for.
Finally, Charlene left a message on my voice mail that Blair was "seeing demons" or something like that. I called Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department to do a Check Welfare on Charlene. When I followed up, it seems Blair lied and said everything was fine. I suspect all is not well with Charlene and Blair. I will deal with this problem when I get back to Nevada. Remember, all secrets shall be revealed.
I received an e-mail from the US Patent and Trademark Office (USPTO) around June 2008 stating that it was considering hiring me as a Patent Examiner. A week later, USPTO called to hire me. I left Las Vegas in a hurry to move to Alexandria. Once there, I studied, interpreted, and applied US patent law in the prosecution of patent applications for semiconductor inventions. Every day I took the bus from my apartment to work, and every day I went back home.
It was good at first. I enjoyed my work, and I was paid well. Eventually, the stress mounted. Everyone there at the Patent Training Academy felt the pressure to meet the USPTO's production goals. It was an intellectual factory. I was supposed to complete Office Actions, or written decisions, on four patent applications every biweek (2 weeks). I managed only to do 1 every biweek. One thing led to another, and I resigned a week ago. I am returning to Nevada.
There I will work on my career as a freelance writer. I have an article titled Modern Slavery Operation In Las Vegas. It will appear in a newspaper. The story details the Las Vegas Mafia's use of mental patients for slave labor in supporting the entertainment and hospitality industry. The mentally ill/homeless community calls the operation, "The Underworld".
I'm going to use this blog for my memoir titled Shield of Faith. I'm Catholic again, and I will stay that way. The whole experience in Washington, DC taught me there is a God. I'll save my recollections of my work at USPTO for a later post. Another project I have is my novel The Rosary Bracelet http://rosarybracelet.blogspot.com/ I'm blogging it under the pen name of Patrick K. Finn.
I am thinking of attending UNLV William S. Boyd School of Law. It is the only law school I'm applying to. As a man on disability, I was able to land a fee waiver from the Law School Admission Council (LSAC) back when I lived in Las Vegas. LSAC granted me a few free law school reports, required by law school admissions offices. I took the Law School Admission Test (LSAT) for free. All I need are my transcripts and my application to UNLV.
I'm operating on blind faith at this point. I have no idea where God is sending me now. I know He's sending me to Nevada, but I don't know what's going on there. Right now, I'm involved in a love triangle. My girlfriend in Las Vegas, Charlene Mosley, has another boyfriend named Blair McAllister. He is a friend of mine from group therapy. I met Charlene from the same group therapy. They live together.
Charlene and I fell in love over the phone as we kept in contact after I moved to Washington, DC (Alexandria, VA, a suburb of DC). Charlene hinted to me that something was going on with Blair, but she would never say it directly. She could only confide in me that there was trouble when he was in the shower or at the gym. Blair apparently pretends to be "normal". In truth, he has schizophrenia and has had a problem with domestic violence. Charlene has said, "Blair isn't who he says he is." She has to sneak around him because she uses the cell phone he pays for.
Finally, Charlene left a message on my voice mail that Blair was "seeing demons" or something like that. I called Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department to do a Check Welfare on Charlene. When I followed up, it seems Blair lied and said everything was fine. I suspect all is not well with Charlene and Blair. I will deal with this problem when I get back to Nevada. Remember, all secrets shall be revealed.
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