Nothing's happened, of course. As usual. I sent the judge a 50 page booklet, which included my tritium article because I was working on it when Cunningham got in my way, and it's supposed to be the most important document I've ever written.
Right now, Cunningham's smug. Everyone else thinks he's cowering from the world, but I know he's smug because he "knows" (or thinks) he's gotten away with a dastardly crime and what would have been a huge embarrassment. So what kind of professional care doesn't include getting him to apologize? Improper care, that's what kind! And what kind of professional care misunderstands the difference between "suicidal thoughts" (as his psychiatrist is quoted in the article in the NC Times recently as saying he has) and "suicidal tendencies" which just happen to include the wanton murder of two of his constituents? Bingo: The improper kind of care. Proper care would include, at the very least, the rule that he is not allowed to drive a car. Sure, he can violate the rule. But he can't make a suicide, let alone a suicide / murder, look like a random accident that way. And if he were not allowed to drive, I think they would have said so in the NC Times article.
My flight instructor (I soloed, but never completed getting my license) flew DC-3s for the AAF (Army Air Force) during War II, and taught me that fighter pilots "get on their opponent's tail." I've been doing it ever since -- for decades. THAT's how I beat Cunningham. I knew the "flight characteristics" of both vehicles reasonably well, and ASSUMED this guy was as good as his first couple of turns suggested, so I realized I could not "out-fly" him, but I still could out-smart him -- maybe -- and did. When I made my final cut to the left, he couldn't follow it not matter WHAT he did (he tried). Tough luck for Mr. Cunningham. He had to live another day.
Instead of digging ditches, *I think* proper care would require him to educate himself about things he should have known as a Congressman, but didn't know. He undoubtedly approved a lot of D.U. bullets in his time, which have sickened our soldiers and the families of anyone near where they were used. What did he know about the radioactive properties of this metal, and when did he know it (or forget it)? And he approved San Onofre, time and time again, I'm sure, along with Price-Anderson, and so forth. What did he know, and when did he forget it? He stood in my way a long time, as my Congressman. I'd like to interrogate -- I mean interview -- him. Test his knowledge of nuclear energy, for instance. Wouldn't that be fun? And find out who he listened to, in order to formulate his opinion on those subjects.
And lastly (as always), my wife and I have a right to know who came at us with deadly intent that night. If I assume Kelleher's "one in a million" odds of it being Cunningham are correct, and that that therefore means it WASN'T Cunningham (as Kelleher was at the time asserting), then I have to assume that I've let a man go who would kill a carload of people just as soon as look at them -- sooner -- AND this man also assumes he can get away with it. His family will still get their insurance or pension or whatever, and to hell with the other guy, in the other car.
The obvious explanation -- the police know who, and are covering for Cunningham -- is immoral. "Proper care" would not include allowing Cunningham to think that the police would cover up one of the most heinous crimes one can try to commit just because he's Cunningham, or just because he's a Congressman, or just because he's a close friend of the San Diego Sheriffs (I assume he's known them for years), or just because he's a "decorated veteran" (yeah, and you can paint pictures of my wife and I on the side of his car, too), or just because he's a Republican, or just because he's NOT "Ace".
Which of these reasons it really is, I'll never know, will I, no matter what happens? All I'll know for sure is that democracy and justice were not served here. Well, what's new?
Yours,
Ace
P.S. workplace paranoias? Yeccch! That's the best part of being a one-person company. I can't blame all the workplace paranoia on anyone but myself!