Now click on my company logo to visit my web site's home page, you don't need to read the whole thing, just look over the first few paragraphs at the top and the long paragraph about Princess Dulcinea at the very bottom.
You will see that my entire website's theme is drawn from the book "Don Quixote" by Miguel Cervantes. Don Quixote is known as the man who "tilted at windmills" because he hallucinated that a grain grinding windmill was an evil giant and so tilted at it, that is, attacked it with his jousting lance.
I share with Don Quixote not just one but several quite severe mental illnesses: Bipolar-type Schizoaffective Disorder, Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder (OCPD), Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD), Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) and Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome (DSPS).
All of us with OCPD tend to be heavily into technical things - I myself am an Optician, a Physicist and a software engineer. We are all incredibly dedicated and hard workers. We have an uncommonly focussed attention to detail but unfortunately we are all renowned for our notoriously inflexible self-righteous anger.
If you Google for "Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder" you should turn up on the first page of search matches an article by a psychotherapist who treats patients with OCD & OCPD.
My OCPD was first explained to me by my own Psychotherapist Pamela Kangas of Santa Cruz, California as "Obsessive Compulsive Style" as it was first named by New School of Social Research Psychologist David Shapiro in his 1965 text "Neurotic Styles." You'll find it at Powells, http://www.amazon.com as well as Google Books at http://books.google.com.
The one OCPD trait that Shapiro missed was our notorious anger.
When I stumbled across that other psychologist's discussion of OCPD anger on Google, his words struck home with powerful force. Throughout my entire life i have lost so much so many times because my anger - while always completely appropriate - was rarely applied judiciously.
I was completely overcome with grief for several weeks, not just for all I had lost, but for all that I knew I would lose were I unable to find some way to apply my anger towards some positive socially productive and morally righteous purpose.
Eventually I Found the solution I so desperately sought. I call it:
THE SPECIAL TREATMENT
Edward Bulwer-Lytton expressed what I call The Special Treatment as:
"The Pen is Mightier than the Sword."
Now have a look at my other site "Solving the Software Problem" at http://www.softwareproblem.net.
You will see that little of the site is at all technical, but that i refer not to the software that runs on computers made of silicon chips but of meat; the human brain. The software is of course the human mind.
Read just the top of that page through to the end of The Computer Software Problem. Examples of the computer software problem are the incredibly lackadaisical devil-may-care attitudes and bumbling ineptitude exhibited by the Pasadena, CA Police Department when a known criminal made a blatantly false statement to a PPD officer, when the Portland Federal Bureau of Investigations responded to my detailed written narrative entitled "The California Institute of Technology Recreational Pharmaceutical and High-Explosive Laboratory" which described the synthesis of growth as, well as the wildly enthusiastic consumption of damn near every illegal drug that has ever walked the earth, the cover-up by the Institute of three chemistry students being caught making large quantities of high-explosive detonator Hexamethylene Triperoxide Diamine (HMTD) and what's more, giving them their chemical precursors back, as well as a faculty sponsor, laboratory space and funding with their published determination of its chemical structure resulting in HMTD later becoming the very most popular muslim suicide bomber detonator the FBI just said, "I don't see how this is a Federal Matter," a Clark County Sheriff's Deputy just said, "I'm sorry sir, there's only so much we can do" and the Campbell, California F.B.I. didn't just ask me to leave when I requested they set me up with a Federal Grand Jury, they hurled me from their office with great force.
While I'm no good with names I never forget a face and so would be most happy to put a whole bunch of the very worst felons behind bars for a long time if I could look through some Caltech year books from the time I was there.
I propose that all forms of the Software Problem are caused by one or more of The Seven Deadly Sins as enumerated by the Medieval catholic Theologians: Pride, Anger, Greed, Lust, Sloth, Gluttony and Envy, to which I would add Cowardice and Shame.
I'm no better than anyone else; I obviously suffer the sin of anger, as well as the worst of them all, being pride. and a few years ago finally overcame the sin of cowardice.
Here is why I said to the 911 dispatcher on New Year's Eve - note that this letter is signed with my own hand, "If Corporal Zimmerman darkens my doorstep ever again, I will beat him to death with my bare hands."
I only said that for rhetorical effect. I'd be happy to buy him a beer or coffee were we to meet in person. My hope was only to convince the 911 dispatcher to have Zimmerman's far-more diligent colleague UPD Officer Tim Thomson ring me back, which he actually did.
I don't frankly care if I am sentenced to death in the Iron Maiden for having made that threat if by doing so I can bring to justice some Crystal Methamphetamine Dealers & Cooks who were at the time responsible for most of the Meth on the West Coast of the United States.
They operated a machine shop as well while fully-automatic machine guns are illegal, should one used for murder ever be found, it is completely untraceable if it is homemade.
For many years I have been overcome with horror and the worst kind of inconsolable grief because I failed to fulfill my own solemn duty, not as an engineer, but as a compassionate human being:
One day The Kingpin had all of his people down to the basement of their countryside hideout. One of their colleagues was placed against the wall. After explaining that this same fate would await anyone who failed to keep their secret, The Kingpin opened fire on that informant with one of those homemade machine guns. Your Honor, is there some way you could set me up with a detective and an audio recorder?
Your Humble Servant,
Michael David Crawford
a.k.a. "Jonathan Swift"