My desperate plea: threats (?) for or to the environment

My Personal Constitutional Crisis


My Scary Letter
to the Co-op Ed Administrator




The following is a web copy of my letter to the male co-op ed administrator at "Acid Rain" Community College, whose female administrators in response sent deceptive, invasve and coercive cops to my apartment. A paper copy of my original letter was filed in the U.S. District Court as an attachment to my original pro se Complaint in my 1st-4th-5th-Amendment lawsuit v. ARCC, "Bombsumothers" County Police Department, "Carcinogen" (private) Hospital Center and "Defoliation" (state) Mental Hospital.

Text substitutions for proper names have been colored and some named differently for this web file update version. And I have substituted homophones for the word in the original document which has prolly gotten this page blocked by familial filters: I do especially want thoughtful high school and community college students to read it.

Some of my former "green" associates have said "Everybody knows you dint really mean it and you'd take it back if you could"-- but I DID, and I WOULDN'T (except for this), and HERE IT IS AGAIN!

February 9, 1993

Mr. (( Co-op Ed )):

Here is some more stuff. I would appreciate it if you didn't give it back like everyone else does.

Look here- I wanna go all over the world exploring or inventorying wildlife, or mapping, or preparing or producing maps, or working on satellite photos, since the whole world has already been mapped and almost completely explored. And I wanna bring solar arrays to all the rooftops in "Bombsumothers" and surrounding counties, especially apartments, and edible landscaping, too. As a matter of fact I wanna take solar, biogas, wind and wind-up technology to poor developing countries and help them develop but with conservation and preservation of culture and appreciation of ancient methods. Except Bali, I certainly don't wanna do anything to Bali. Also I wanna do some archaeological and paleontological digs. I wanna wash oiled birds and fix injured mammals. I love the global scope of oceanography but I hate to handle slimy creatures, except oiled birds. I wanna go west and make some more arts and crafts with Indians and help them with their land problems. I wanna collect and play musics and instruments from all over the world (including Native North American but I don't care too much for it- I prefer African, Mideastern, Celtic, Indonesian, etc.). I will NOT work in a field where males form a huge majority, because that would be HELL again.

Besides this eco-stuff, I'm interested in restoring buildings, furnishings, art or books, museums, railroad engineering, flying small air- or spacecraft, computer-assisted animation and filmmaking, architecture, acting, decorating. I ain't interested in teaching until I do all the other stuff first. "Counselor Y" in (( that displaced homemakers program )), ###-####, did some career testing on me-- feel free to discuss me with her. I wonder why she didn't tell me about your program.

Actually I wanna get away from average American as wholes. At my current rate it will take me 8 years to get a BS and that is very depressing. I would like to go to a far school but I ain't got the money, it would take me a couple months to liquidate my apartment junk and I love my dog and cat, who have been much nicer to me than any humans.

I got whole ideas for 2 animated films to go with 2 pieces of contemporary music. I got an idea for a whimsical but informative field guide. I got an idea for an eco-feature of a common household device. I got an idea for an energy device for certain climates. I've had these ideas for a while; the other day I thought of aNOTHER device. I'm not telling ANYBODY about them until I can AFFORD to.

I forgot to list in my resume I'm taking TV Psych 101 along with the Chem. The textbook is terrific. However I know the world, or at least this State, is full of monsters. My life has been Almost Hell since I was about 8, but I won't detail this for you because it would be innappropriate, because I didn't like the reactions of several other ARCC males in whom I confided, because I know that men just don't care. Your indication that I am worthless without a match was a reminder of what the world has been trying to teach me since childhood.

I moved to (( neighborhood )) last year because I found a cheaper apartment and because it's close to school. I just scouted a walking route because I think my transmission is about to go up again. I don't know if my sympathetic aunt can

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afford another one, so that puts another probable limitation on my paid or volunteer occupation. Are you aware that I can't attend school during "normal working hours" or I'll lose my Unemployment benefits? I'm sure I could volunteer during daytime hours but a paid job would have to take precedence.

From (( ARCC Job Bank director's )) office I got a volunteer application from the Aquarium and I got one sent from the (( distant )) Wildlife Sanctuary, which is too far away for commuting. Perhaps I should discuss these with you. I also found a library book about the CEIP Fund, which I assumed you would know something about. I have applied to several environmental engineering firms, nature stores, the BCPL, (( environmental )) Sports, arts-crafts places, nurseries, and other types. I'm not good enough for the good employers, who aren't hiring anyway, and the as wholes regard me with sarcastic suspicion. My Unemployment and Food Stamps, which are not enough to live on, run out sometime in May. I'd be dead or homeless right now but for my aunt. If I can't live decently then I'd rather just die, and then it don't matter who else I kill.

Truly,

"Disraely Hapend"

P.S.: This ain't funny.


Attention casual browsers, fascists and Parents Yourselves:

I have already been severely punished for this letter. Please read entire Complaint before eeks-mailing the Web Police.

And about the phrase "average American as wholes": If you've read this far, you're not one.

I have many more comments and speculations on the details and repercussions of this letter, e.g.:

I consider suicide almost every day now-- well?!-- maybe once or twice a week, but I'm still staying alive for spite.





Disraely Hapend

The National Outtern, The Poor Good Student, Truerwoman, America's Hottest Potato, The DisMissed Link, Jazz Radio's Deepest Palest Secret
(an Earth-born female adult middle-aged human woman).

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