Brass in Pocket

I will finally fully reveal myself as the hidden prankster at Marquette’s School of Dentistry, from 1990-94. I always had to be careful, because the deans & faculty who ran the school were largely out to get me. But they didn’t catch me. If you know GnR, you know the rest…

I was living with Matt, my 3-year roomie, in a 2nd floor, two bedroom, shared bathroom apartment on the corner of 20th & Wells. Tough neighborhood, and a long cold walk in the winter. It was still early fall when Matt was telling me about his day around the engineering building, and so forth. He had obtained a roll of orange special stickers, and was tagging the campus with them.

We’re both having a beer, and a few laughs, so I asked for a few and he tore off a nice roll for me. As a first-year dental student (D1), you quickly learn that the dental school is your new ‘home way from home.’ We’re always there, Mon-Fri from 8:00 AM to 5:00 PM, and then often after– for lab work or whatever. It’s all serious from the start when they tell you, “Look to the person on your left, and then the right. One of you won’t graduate in 4 years.”

That makes it cut-throat among the students, especially those who want coveted residencies such as oral surgery or orthodontics. Student loans only add to the pressure. I quickly discovered that I wasn’t going to be a top-GPA dental student. I just wanted to keep the academic scholarship I had earned, and get through.

There is a lot of favoritism in dental school, and it sorts itself out early. For instance, we had a dental prodigy who could wax-up a tooth so beautifully that he was offered the Marquette prosthodontics residency (highly coveted) within a month. He accepted, and sailed through dental school. Now, he’s a world class prosthodontist in Miami.

We had a talented class, for sure. I don’t even have to include myself for that to be true. Talent reveals itself early, and after a few weeks everyone pretty much knew where they fit in with this hierarchy. I had a lot of support from classmates, and we were a generally supportive group, but there are always rats, snitches & gunners in professional school.

I was living on the edge, as the ruling faculty didn’t like me, and there were plenty of rats willing to endear themselves to power by snitching on me. Student government is where these types tend to exist, as it gives them liaison power with faculty, and hides their mediocrity. I was always the biggest enemy of mediocrity, and was made a target because I refused to conform.

Professional schools try to break you. If you don’t obey, they punish you– one way or another. That pressure can be enough to prevent a student from getting their diploma. It’s easier to conform. It gets you through, but the long-term costs are significant. It’s a character thing in my mind.

All this & more, is why I was really excited to start plastering Marquette’s dental school with orange special stickers. I was going to kick ass, have some laughs, and get away with it. A dental school is a busy building with around 350 students, plus faculty, administrative personnel, and so forth. No witnesses is rule number one in tagging. Since it’s so busy, I determine that it’s best to place a limited number of strategically placed stickers, versus carpet bombing. In the evening it’s quieter, and that’s mostly when to strike.

The lecture room we sit in, hours on end all week, gets a sticker on the face of the lecture rostrum. So as Dr. Austin goes on & on about cranial nerves & other gross anatomy, everyone sees that bright orange sticker. I think that’s hilarious. To our left, up on the wall, is the clock that shows the time– and to the left of that is an orange special sticker. People get bored, look at the clock, and are thinking to themselves, “Wow, that must be a tall person placing those stickers. I’ve been seeing quite a few of them…”

We had several vending machines in the student lounge, located in the basement bowels of the dental school. I’m referencing the old Marquette dental school on 16th, off Wisconsin. I made sure the milk machine always had a special. Also the snacks machine, which featured such salty delights as cheddar cheese Combos & Gardetto’s pretzel mixes were constantly on special.

Soon, I noticed the stickers started disappearing almost as fast as I could put them up. Someone who is serious and has power doesn’t like this. “Be careful,” I kept saying to myself. This could get me kicked out. One of my favorite gags was the ‘Special Patients’ clinic sign in the basement. I got that one– twice. The second time, I went back a few minutes later, and the sticker was already gone. BE CAREFUL– LOL!!!

I’d look forward to getting back to my crappy apartment in the evening, and telling Matt what was going on. He’d be cracking up, and then say, “I’m getting another beer, you want one…?” Yeah, sure….

This went on for a few weeks. Another classic gag I came up with was tagging the inside elevator door. I’m inside alone, anytime. When the door opens the sticker disappears. As people go in, I get out, and when the door closes everyone inside sees how special they are. Matt LOVED that one, and adopted it in the engineering building.

One day we’re in lecture, and the blackboard the doctor wants to write on is covered up by the projector screen. He pulls up the screen, and BANG, there’s an orange special sticker on the blackboard! He picks up the chalk to write and there it is. He kinda glances sideways at it, and then moves over to his right to start there instead. I’m sitting next to a very pretty girl named Stephanie, who was really cool and I was sweet on. She sees this and half-whispers, “What is up with those stickers? I’m seeing them EVERYWHERE!” I’m trying to control my internal laughter, while looking at her & wanting to ravish her.

At this point, it had become a student-liaison/faculty issue. The uptight nerds were getting very restless, and the faculty wanted this stopped immediately. It’s Friday at lunch, and we’re all in the lounge. I’ve decided to give myself up, but only to a good woman. Stephanie is to my left, talking whatever with her friends, so I interrupt to ask to see he notes for reference. As I said, she’s cool, so she passes her binder over, and doesn’t look back at me. I pretend to be poring over them, and make sure no one else is looking, while I place an orange special sticker in a blank space by her notes a few pages earlier. Then I fold everything up, and give it back to her. I knew Stephanie always reviewed her notes before going out to meet us on Fridays.

Around 6:00 PM, I walk into the Ardmore bar, and Stephanie is arguing loudly with two of our buddies– Vijay & Tim. One of the tallest dental students is our class president, Randy. Randy was a muscle-bound dork who thought he was funny, and was always trying to goof in front of the class. His act wore thin, and by this time he was sitting with the geeks up front. Many of these folks were openly accusing Randy of being the prankster. Vijay & Tim were convinced it’s Randy too. Stephanie is standing there– 100% sure it is not. “How do you know?!” Tim & Vijay are exclaiming as I approach.  I play it straight and ask, “What are you talking about?”

Vijay & Tim face me, and blurt out what Stephanie has told them, and say, “It’s Randy, right?” I’m just looking at Stephanie, who isn’t in love with me (I now know), who is ready to explode with laughter. She points straight at me. and exclaims, “It’s Ric!” Vijay & Tim look puzzled, as their jaws hit the floor. I smile to all three of them, then shrug my shoulders and say, “Surprise.”

Lots of laughter after that… Vijay is Indian-Canadian, and my best friend in dental school. He keeps feeding me beers to get the full story, and is just shaking his head. Then Cele comes in, and wants to know what’s up… Cele is Philippine-American, and went to Madison for his undergraduate. He’s cool, and is one of us. Cele loves gossip, and now he knows. I had to make sure he didn’t pass it on too freely, otherwise I’m caught in the danger zone. He didn’t, to his credit.

By next Monday morning, most of our group knew, but no one else. The heat was boiling over by that point. Randy was beside himself, hands in the air, insisting he didn’t do it before the first lecture. There were more than a few nags who were reading him the riot act, when in exasperation, Randy looked towards us for help. and he called out, “Come on, will someone say I didn’t do this? Everyone is accusing me here…”

I’m seated on the opposite side of the room, with Stephanie to my right. I look dead into his eyes, and firmly say, “Well I guess this is what you get for being the class clown?” Randy looks back for a second, and then collapses in defeat. Stephanie is head down, hiding behind her gorgeous hair, quivering in laughter. She whispers softly to me, “You… are … so… bad.”

And that’s it. The last time I visited that building was in 2002, and in the back stairwell on an ‘Exit’ sign remained an orange special sticker. I had to jump down the stairs to tag that one. You can’t reach it with a ladder, because the stairs are directly below it. A janitor tried to get it, but only ripped it down the middle. Someone up high, badly wanted it gone. All I can say is that if the sign is still there, then the sticker is too.

The one that got away (and there’s always one, right?), was when the grades for the semester were being posted. On the first floor there’s a glass cabinet, where the top-5 GPA’s in each class (D1-D4) were listed each semester. It was a great honor to be on that list, and I was never close to it– until the day I was walking by it from the Science Library. I saw it wide open, with the keys still in it. The grades were posted, but the janitor had presumably left to run an errand….

I’ve got my right hand in pocket, peeling the orange special sticker off inside. I’m going to place it next to our class, and when it’s locked under glass, everyone will see & know just how special the Class of 1994 is. Just as I’m about to pull it out, a secretary comes down the stairs and up the hall. I stroll by and duck into the student lounge for a minute, then go back up, but the case was locked up by then. I still wonder sometimes, if it was the one that got away, or it was the one that would have given me away?

Campus Phone gag: There was a time in Marquette dental school (D2, D3) when we had to be in the Science Library a lot. I’m a stairs person, but on this day I took the elevator from the first floor of the dental school to the 4th floor, which spills into the Science Library. The Science Library elevator had an emergency phone with no listed number. As I’m going up, it rings, so I opened the box and pick it up. It’s some girl on campus trying to reach her friend. I tell her it’s the wrong number, and then ask for the number she dialed. She tells me, and I jot it down.

The elevator opens, I see my friends sitting at a table together and go over to join them. I do whatever I have to do, and then I’m waiting. It’s Vijay, Stephanie, Cele, and maybe a few others. Cele was usually the first to end his studies, and go do something else, and that’s what happened. Cele packed up his stuff, and said goodbye. He’s heading towards the elevator, when I say to the rest, “I’m gonna get Cele back here right away,” and get up to use the campus phone behind me. Someone says, “Cele just left, you can catch him if you hurry.” I reply, “No, I”m going to call him.”

This was around 1992, before cell phones truly existed. I dial up the number, and my buddies are ignoring me like I’m nuts. It rings once and Cele answers, “Hello?” Without missing a beat I say, “Hey Cele, it’s Ric. I just wanted to tell you what a great guy you are, and how I appreciate our friendship, it means a lot to me.” Then I hang up.

Thirty seconds later, Cele comes busting out of the Science Library elevator. “How did you get that number?!” Everyone else is wondering what’s going on, and I can’t stop laughing. But when I do, I explain the situation to everyone, and give Cele the number. He’s now excited to prank someone, but I explain it has to be the right person. Some people won’t pick up the phone.

Soon enough Stacey, a semi-friendly, brown-nose type moves towards the elevator, and I alert Cele. As the doors close, Cele dials the number, and Stacey picks it up. It went something like this. Stacey: “Hello.” Cele replies: “Hey Stacey, it’s Cele. How are you doing?” Stacey: “I’m fine. Why are you calling me here?!” Lots more laughter after that, until it’s time for me to go. I then tell Cele I’m taking the stairs, so don’t even think about calling me in the elevator.

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2020 Political Math

Seated at a table are the following: a Black Lives Matter protester, a #MeToo feminist, a LGBT activist, and a Biden-Harris voter; along with a Blue Lives Matter advocate, a US military fanatic, a Christian fundamentalist, and a Trump supporter.

The zombie petty bourgeois reductionist insists the score is 4-4, good vs. evil (either way), with an urgent need to appoint a tie-breaker. The Trotskyist knows it’s 8-0, in favor of political reaction, against the working people & youth.

I don’t answer dumb questions anymore, unless I’m paid to do it. The problem with dumb questions is the selfish nature of the person asking them. The are needy of attention, and always have follow-ups. Once you answer one (1) dumb question, the floodgates are open.

It’s the kid in class who won’t stopping raising his hand, and in the process slows down everyone else’s learning. These are special-needs children, who need special help. Read serious books to avoid asking dumb questions, or saying stupid stuff.

For those ramping up their personal politics because a Presidential election is near, beware there are people who take politics seriously ALL THE TIME. Trotskyists know the issues & facts, and consider those who parrot dumb stuff to be dilettantes.

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Ruth Bader Ginsburg: a brief political obituary

Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg (1933-2020) is just another reason Marxists and hard working people don’t listen to liberals. Ruth Bader Ginsburg in her 27 years on the Supreme Court (1993-2020) supported killer cops, immigrant detention, and the reactionary #MeToo campaign. She was considered the most “left leaning” of her peers, which says much more about the US Supreme Court’s composition as a whole.

Liberals idealize their heroes, just like conservatives boost Trump, because they have no real answers– just half truths, evasions & outright lies. That’s the two-party straitjacket of American politics. No real dissent is allowed. That’s why Green Party & Socialist Equality Party candidates have been kept off the November 3 ballot by the Democrats in Michigan, Wisconsin, California & Pennsylvania. The US Supreme Court has refused to hear these cases.

The law says, “Innocent until proven guilty.” That’s an enlightened principle, for those who have read books. The #MeToo campaign says, “All women must be believed,” and that there can be no blowback when a woman accuser makes false & slanderous claims against a man. What kind of judge is that? A politically motivated judge, by definition, can not be fair to the Constitution or law. RBG was just another faithful servant of the ruling class, so don’t believe the hype.

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Cuties (2020)

This movie hits hard, and is outstanding– five stars.

Cuties is about children living in abusive situations, and how they act out to reclaim themselves. It’s young girls, doing what all young girls naturally do, which is pretend they are women.

The twerking is intentionally in-your-face. If you like porn, it will turn you on. If you have moral hang-ups, and like to dictate them to others, then you will be offended. If you are someone like me, who loves a great movie and has no preconceptions, then Cuties will knock you on your ass.

Pornography doesn’t have character development, complex storylines, and serious motifs. The dirty dancing in Cuties is a kids’ imitation of any Super Bowl halftime show or Dallas Cowboys cheerleader routine. Everyone watches & talks about these events without batting an eyelash, so it’s nothing but hypocrisy from the moralist camp on Cuties. This movie is a mirror, in the sense that it reflects what you bring to it.

Cuties is an instant classic. See it for yourself before you comment on it, as this is serious film-making merging with hot-button social issues. It’s on Netflix, and runs 94 minutes. Gorgeous soundtrack.

One spoiler: When Amy impales a boy classmate’s hand to his desk for talking trash, it evokes Anne Parillaud in La Femme Nikita (1991) screaming, “My name is cutie!”

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The NBA Boycott & Athletes’ Rights

For the record, this was not a strike. Strikes are organized workers refusing to labor, due to grievances against ownership. The NBA players were not protesting the work conditions of the bubble, money, etc. They were boycotting to protest social injustice, and other issues, that extend beyond their profession. Same with MLB, WNBA, NHL etc… It’s important for Marxists to recognize the difference.

The NBA players & NBA board met separately (& together) inside the Disney bubble on Thursday, August 27, around 11:00 AM ET, and the results were that the league announced it would re-start by the weekend.  This had a ‘domino effect’ on MLB, as the postponed baseball games were re-scheduled as doubleheaders– 7-inning games, per the new rule. Many have already been made up. More MLB games were boycotted on Thursday & Friday, but they too are expected to be made up as doubleheaders. The WNBA had shut down, but returned Friday night, as it takes its cue (& name) from the NBA.

As I had suspected, many high-powered black politicians were back channeling with NBA player reps (LeBron James & Chris Paul, particularly) during this boycott.
Led by Barack Obama and multi-millionaire owner Michael Jordan (Charlotte Hornets), these black Democrats steered the players towards a reformist compromise, which will do nothing to abate police violence against the working class. Other hucksters such as Donna Brazile have been asked to weigh-in on this & help with policy, through the corporate media.

This would be a good time for many NBA fans to curtail their LeBron James worship, after seeing this linked Stephen A. Smith (ESPN) clip on how King James turned off all the young players (and others) with his selfish stance at NBA player meetings these past few days. This is a high-school graduate who is a basketball genius, but he is neither ready, nor equipped to lead a mass movement. You need to be educated & in solidarity to lead disenfranchised workers & youth out of dead-end capitalism. That’s what’s required, and the NBA players had nothing close to that revolutionary program.

The truth is that the vast majority of NBA players still in the bubble want to finish the season. These are young men who have sacrificed their personal lives for their profession, and to earn income. It’s been mentally tough & exhausting, and it’s like that for anyone who has had to work in close contact during this coronavirus pandemic, but the NBA players are determined to finish what they’ve started. Next season? That’s another matter.

What players are most frustrated about is not being able to speak their minds on trigger-happy, killer cops. The NBA, since David Stern, has applied strict censorship towards its players concerning ANYTHING controversial. Players & coaches get fined for complaining about the officiating– even when it’s Tim Donaghy or Joey Crawford. The young players, especially, don’t honor those rules anymore. They understand that they are the product, more than ever. These are unconscious Marxists. That’s the real conflict here, which has been papered over, through the use of star-powered union bureaucracy & back channel politics.

The NBA bubble courts have ‘Black Lives Matter’ stamped on their hardwood. The NBA has obviously thrown in its lot with the Democratic Party. It’s safe to oppose Trump, since everyone knows he’s a fascist sociopath. You just can’t say it. That’s why secret negotiations were held immediately after the Milwaukee Bucks refused to take the court on Wednesday night, August 26. One NBA team does this, and the entire league shuts down, because all the players are together in a bubble. They can meet and talk at length, instead of just passing-by, like they normally do during the season. New ideas are being discussed by the players, and it’s a young league.

It then spills over to other sports, as they feel solidarity. The WNBA, MLB & NHL all stopped play, either collectively, or as individual teams in protest over the Jacob Blake shooting. Women’s tennis star, Naomi Osaka boycotted her semi-final match, and was willing to accept the forfeit. Her opponent refused the forfeit win, just as NBA & MLB teams refused. The USTA wanted Naomi Osaka to play, and convinced her to change her mind. She did, and she made the finals, then withdrew. This hands the Western & Southern Open women’s trophy to Victoria Azarenka.

The US Open starts on Monday, August 31, and this was a tune-up tournament. Therefore it’s not in either players’ interest to play, so Naomi Osaka graciously withdrew. Fans must accept that. Don’t expect a protest from Serena Williams (or Venus) to cancel the US Open, so the event will go on despite all the withdrawals from top players concerning coronavirus safety.

Without athletes, there are no sports. What fascists don’t like is athletes asserting their political power, and their right to speak out on important issues. “Just shut up and play,” is an elitist & de-humanizing attitude towards athletes. If you care about sports, then you have to recognize these athletes as human beings. That means respecting their personal decisions & political statements, especially if you don’t like them.

Fans are allowed to criticize, but only rationally. Save morality for when you look in the mirror. Too often, professional & college athletes have been shackled by owners, universities & sponsors, and therefore can’t defend themselves. For this reason, media & fans should not be allowed to attack athletes personally, or use them for nefarious political purposes.

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“Patch Me Up Doc”

      1. Patch Me Up Doc - Ric Size

 

Recording, drums & production by Tom Pearce; bass by Bill Pelick; vocals by Rachel Decker; songwriting, guitar & vocals by Ric Size

“Patch Me Up Doc” is an A-side from Extended Play 2019-20; cover design by Ric Size & Tom Pearce

Cover Images:  Photo of Rachel (& Tom) by Danny Mcguire taken during an Oak Hill Drifters live performance at Casey’s in New Smyrna Beach, FL on December 15, 2019

RockStarDentalConsulting social media profile image by Malcolm Yawn Photography, Mount Dora, FL, February 2014

False-color transmission electron microscope image of coronavirus by NIAID

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“The Road Rage Song”

Explicit sounds recorded on August 23, 2019, and produced by Tom Pearce. Cover photo & design also by Tom Pearce.

      1. The Road Rage Song - Ric Size

 

Guitar & vocal by Ric Size–  PLAY LOUD!!

This ‘B-side’ is dedicated to all the real drivers, and is part of Extended Play 2019-20, which has been re-titled, and may need to be re-titled again. This is because its release has been long-delayed, mostly due to effects of the coronavirus pandemic.

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Rehabilitating Fascists

This is a miserable attempt by Russia Today to rehabilitate Joseph Stalin, the gravedigger of the Russian Revolution. Stalin’s purges of the 1930’s murdered millions of Bolsheviks who had fought in the Civil War (1918-1922) against the tsarist White Army & its imperialist backers. This made the USSR more vulnerable to Hitler’s surprise attack in the summer of 1941, which almost succeeded. Only Russia’s vast expanses, unlimited manpower, and centralized production (a product of the 1917 Revolution) saved Stalin in WWII.

Joseph Stalin was a crude & ignorant being, who played little role in the Russian Revolution. As an early Bolshevik, Stalin worked his way up the growing bureaucracy through intrigue & back-stabbing politics. He ordered the exile, and eventual murder of Leon Trotsky, the greatest revolutionary theorist of the 20th century.

Russians were lied to for decades about their history, which is why the grip of Stalinism still remains, nearly 30 years after the fall of the Soviet Union. Stalin has nothing to do with Marxism, and he is correctly understood as the planned-economy version of Adolph Hitler. Only pseudo-intellectual fascists like George Szamuely try to rehabilitate him.

This was a comment that RT refused to post, which is why it is now published here. Notice there is no profanity, no threats of violence, nor slander. Just the truth, which is even worse for these people. That’s why it’s denylisted.

Here’s another recent New York Times propaganda piece, this one is intended to rehabilitate violent LGBT feminism. “‘Overlooked No More: Valerie Solanas, Radical Feminist Who Shot Andy Warhol’ by Bonnie Wertheim. Overlooked is a series of obituaries about remarkable people whose deaths, beginning in 1851, went unreported in The Times.”

The Andy Warhol Museum is aware of this article, but refuses to condemn it, due to their gay politics. For these epigones, it’s okay for Valarie Solanas to shoot Andy Warhol. If that’s not fascist, then what is?

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N-words

Let’s talk about N-words. This is the term white people must use, as they can’t say the original slur word without being racist, and since black people use it everyday to refer to themselves. We need to let white people in on this discussion, to avoid being racialist & make progress. And for the historical record, ‘R-words’ are the Native American racist slur equivalent to N-words. As for Hispanics, there are so many impoverished sorta Ricans & so forth, that it’s only fair to let them use this ghetto slang too.

One thing I know about black power is that when you get a bunch of crazy & motivated N-words together, shit goes down. A ‘crazy N-word’ is defined as someone who volunteers for a suicide mission, gets the job done, and then comes back & says to you, “What else you got?” When that hooks up with Trotskyism, major shit will go down. I’m somewhere between Lenny Bruce, Richard Pryor & George Carlin on this. Anyone else laughing?

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The Spy Who Loved Me

I’ve had crazy experiences in my dental career, but none more bewildering than an affair I had with a dental hygienist, while working as an independent contractor. I’ll start from the present, and work backwards, as that’s the most coherent way to explain what happened.

Most recently, I sent this message (through their website) on May 30, 2020.

To Douglas A. Huhn, DMD & staff: my name is Eric Meeker, I’m a DDS who has practiced for 25 years, mostly in Lake County. I have worked as an independent contractor since 2014. I worked with Terri Liddel, RDH at Classic Dental in Lake Mary after she left your practice in 2017. I’ll bet you’re wondering why she left, and what happened that day when the Feds showed up and whisked her away during office hours?

It turns out, she’s in the Witness Protection Program, because she’s the ex-wife of a Terre Haute, Indiana mafia leader who turned federal witness. He tried to enter the state of Florida that day, and the Feds were notified and took ‘Terri’ to a safehouse until he was located and returned to Indiana. I know this because I’m the one she fell in love with and told everything to, in an attempt to be with me permanently. I refused, and soon after, never saw or heard from her again. I just thought you should know. Longtime staff at Classic Dental, including Dr. Garcia can confirm this.

I receive this short & confusing reply a few days later:

June 1, 2020 9:57 AM
Subject: Dental request

Hi Eric

We received your information on Terri Liddil , Terri hasn’t not been employed in our office since September 01, 2017.

Dr, Huhn’s Office

So I replied that afternoon:

If you haven’t already, you should check Terri Liddil’s SSN & references, etc, which are all phony, so you know what to look for in the future. Her first & last names can be spelled many different ways with the same pronunciation, which helps when she’s moved around so much. I haven’t seen any CE or dental school curricula on this.

It would be professional courtesy to share your stories & findings with me, since I told you something you never would have known otherwise, and it included personal information to authenticate. You don’t have to, but realize it’s about respect. Our profession shouldn’t be a dumping ground for government agents, FBI cloak & dagger, etc. Dentists don’t deserve to be played as dupes in their own offices. How does Dr Doug Huhn & staff feel about that?

I’ve received no further reply, and I’m not expecting one. An owner dentist can always claim HIPPA regulations, etc, as privacy protection, and that’s their right. Here’s an explanation of HIPPA from a former dental practice owner.

It’s a bureaucracy formed in the early 2000’s, supposedly designed to protect patient & employee privacy. It applies to leaking sensitive personal/medical information, full names, SSN, etc, to other people in the waiting room, or office records being hacked online, and other such disclosures. Basically, businesses have to respect customer & employee’s right to privacy, while in possession of sensitive information.

But I have too have rights, and I’m not afraid to exercise them. For instance, what about my right to know about government agents being planted in the dental offices I’ve worked in? These are dangerous individuals, who know other dangerous individuals, and therefore put practitioners in danger, without their knowledge or consent. Why am I the only dentist who has a problem with this?

I sent that message to Dr Huhn, because I knew Dr’s Butch Garcia & Jim Flatley hadn’t. They were both told of this circumstance & happening in April 2018, a month after my final break-up with Terri. They had to believe me, because the evidence was overwhelming, yet they refused to completely believe it, because it cut across their political ideologies.

Most dentists are politically conservative, and thus, think the deep state is a ‘left-wing, nut-job’ conspiracy theory. That’s how small-minded so many dentists are, as they mostly only care about their practices, personal lives & making money– and are blind to greater realities. That’s why I don’t attend dental meetings like I used to.

I have no illusions about the profession of dentistry in 2020. It has been destroyed by COVID-19. It is no longer safe for practitioners to practice, without generating huge amounts of medical waste, even for the simplest procedures, and this isn’t sustainable. The ADA is a sellout bureaucracy which has no answers; kept fat, dumb & happy by the insurance companies, dental suppliers & corporate dental.

As for dating someone in the Witness Protection Program, that was a learning experience. What I thought was a safe romance with an attractive older woman, turned reality on its head. When she told me the truth about her life, after a night of intense sex (just like a woman), I was stunned and didn’t know what to think.

Flashing to the present, I just finished watching Jeffery Epstein: Filthy Rich (2020), and in hearing all the stories of these survivors of his sexual abuse, what strikes me is how similar I feel to them. I felt like I was taken advantage of, lied to, and led down a dark path. What the WPP is doing to professional offices, and the workers who staff them, is abusive. This is what angers me, and when other professionals are informed of this, they choose to stick their heads in the sand. That’s a measure of how messed-up the profession of dentistry is today.

I have no tolerance for spinelessness, and I don’t appreciate being left alone on an island with the truth. Dentists are supposed to tell patients the truth, and then fix the problem, at a fair fee. The same respect principle applies with peer relations. I didn’t want to have to write this story up, but I’ve been made to, by all those who live in fear, who have degraded the profession of dentistry & medicine, by refusing to admit they’ve been abused– like the rest of us.

I don’t have that problem, so here’s what you need to know. Medical & dental offices are dumping grounds for WPP/FBI plants. Agents are given accelerated training, in programs such as dental hygiene, and in a few months are placed into volunteer clinics– all under 24/7 federal surveillance. The agents are well-trained, and the irony is that Terri was actually a great hygienist. This gets them noticed, and then hired into private practices. She cleaned my teeth, and it felt great, I have to admit.

Others felt the same way. For instance, here is a Google patient review from Stephanie Mirsky, which I’ve copied & pasted.

4 years ago
I’ve been coming to Dr Huhn’s for over 7 years. Always great service, great staff and hygienists (Terri is awesome!) and Dr Huhn genuinely cares about his patients. Highly recommend!

I’m not violating any HIPPA rules, because this information was publicly released, and “Terri” doesn’t really exist.

I call her Terri anyways, because that’s the only name I ever knew her by. I never got any pictures, and now I know why. WPP agents are trained to avoid contact with others. Taking lunches alone, in their vehicle if necessary. Don’t socialize after hours. If you are asked to be in a picture, and can’t get out of it, then stay on the edges, and look plain. It goes on & on.

Of course, the FBI understands that people do fall in love. There’s no stopping that, but there is procedure. First, the agent must identify the love target for a thorough background check. The target is completely unaware. Once cleared as “clean” by the Bureau, the WPP agent can engage in seduction, without revealing their true identity.

It was always clear to me that Terri fell in love with Dr. Meeker, and had no interest in the music & political activities of Ric Size. But the FBI knew. This made Terri an unwitting agent, meaning she’s gathering intelligence for the FBI, without understanding their intentions.

It all went well enough, until she revealed… the rest of the story. Terri married very young, and had no college education. She knew what she was getting into, as this was a handsome, intelligent & powerful man who was the brains of the mafia in Terre Haute, Indiana. That’s a big mob town, I’ve come to learn, going all the way back to the Teamsters & Jimmy Hoffa.

He’s also ruthless & abusive, and so they were divorced. It was not made clear when this happened, before or after he was busted. Anyways, he’s working at a Whole Foods in Indiana under a new identity. Whole Foods is owned by Amazon, which also owns the Washington Post, and has government contracts with intelligence agencies, if you need more context on how this all ties in. I asked Terri, and was always refused, when I inquired about his real name, a photograph, or even a description of what this jealous & dangerous sociopath looks like.

That will kill a boner. Along with realizing all your conversations are being intently monitored. If the agent makes a mistake on the phone, by revealing information the FBI deems “sensitive,” then your call gets instantly dropped. The agent then gets a text from Big Brother reminding her, so when you call back, it’s a completely different conversation.

I’m like Captain Beefheart, I don’t like to talk about my women, but I’m gonna do it anyways. That’s because much of this relationship wasn’t with her at all– it was with the FBI. These are the final text messages from our relationship.

This time she let it slip, that when she flies back to Indiana to see her daughter, she uses Leesburg Airport. I’m not supposed to know that Leesburg Airport is a transport hub for WPP/FBI agents, and neither are you. Here’s my final text thread with Terri, from March 4, 2018, starting at 9:31 PM. I’m in blue.

And that was it. I never saw or heard from her again. All WPP agents are given a code word to text to loved ones, in case they have to be taken to a safehouse for an extended period of time, just to let them know they are okay. That word got changed, so it’s no longer “papaya” for Terri.

Terri was forced by the FBI to move in haste, out of the central Florida area, as her cover had been blown, when she was ultimately rejected by the love target– me. Terri left her expensive hygiene instruments at Classic Dental, and never claimed them, which was most curious to the staff which was still unaware, but is FBI protocol to those who know.

A month or so later, I went into the office on an off Friday, and took the Dr’s & an assistant out to lunch to explain the whole story. It was the female dental assistant who actually best understood & accepted the facts. The women in the office [!] had suspected Terri & I were having an affair, and this confirmed it. The men were clueless, and then it turned to denial & jealously, as this made them look weak & stupid. They only grudgingly acknowledged it, and then buried it afterwards.

I wrote this, because it’s not fair to be carrying all this myself. The FBI & US government deny all this, because that’s what they do, and people are naive & sheepish enough to believe them. Most doctors can’t handle the truth, which is sad. But I’m not one of them. Much of what is happening in dentistry today is an illusion. The only way to grow is to learn to accept hard truths.

In conclusion, I believe the Witness Protection Program must be exposed & dissolved. My experience gives me a personal & professional perspective on this, so it deserves serious consideration. This is a criminal operation, which is allowed to inject itself into society, creating havoc & bad feelings all around. Deception & lies never lead anywhere good. The entire principle to this deep state operation is rotten with corruption, and deserves to be rejected by everyone. Let this be a start.

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