Bipolar Disorder

In 2000, I spent about three days in Dulles Airport, DC. This was not because of a snow delay or because of airline problems. It was, quite simply, a personal matter between me and, I now see, very discrete members of the U.S. government whose concerns about the direction of the U.S. had become very dense. Of course, this is my perspective, but if you do the math, you can find out what I told the police when they eventually got me, that third day. "I work for the government" I told them. They didn't trip. It WAS DC after all. Beyond that, however, they obviously knew what was up. I only paint this other perspective for skeptics. Imagine a person living in Dulles Airport for three days, and not timidly either. Should at least say something about Airport Security. In any case, clearly I wasn't going to announce to people that I was in dialog with government shadows, so the story morphed into me being "very tired" as a result of work exhaustion, then more or less "falling asleep" for three days in Dulles. Likely tale, but hey it worked... But I had to go visit a psychiatrist and it is where our wahala begins. You know the deal. Whatever the psychiatrist says you go with, then throw the medicines away in your spare time. Whatever caused me to reject the placebo role I cannot say. But at some point I was became very disatisfied with U.S. intelligence, and exercized my option to speak as a U.S. Native. It surprised most, not many, including many higher up, but I think they now see that I was compelled to be this difficult by forces beyond my reason--African history demanded it for logic's sake. So, while my road has caught many profilers off guard, tickling most I'd say, I see it as being crucial. Had I not gone this way, things would not be the way they are now, and fewer would be optimistic about the chances of America remaining the world's dominant power. Is joke...