I was born on July 26, 1952 in Camden, New Jersey. My father is Protestant (United Methodist), my mother long deceased was Catholic. I personally am not a church member and do not attend church services. If I were asked to choose between these two churches, I could not. I would either alternate attendance between both or choose a non-denominational Christian church. My mother raised my sister and I as Catholics but I have many disagreements with Catholic beliefs. My childhood I remember as mostly good; perhaps plagued by borderline poverty. "Working poor" might be appropriate. My high -but not outrageously high- I.Q. was recognized in school, especially high school, but I dropped out of 10th grade at Haddon Township H.S. However I recovered by passing the GED test in June, 1970. I scored 99 percentile on the ACT test in physical sciences and was admitted to Camden County College as a chemistry major. But I managed to drop out of CCC, then Lasalle, & University of Colorado at Boulder. I had a college deferment from the draft but it didn't matter because I had high draft numbers. So I did not get involved in the Viet Nam war or any military or other service e.g. Peace Corps or VISTA.  I did get involved in political activism in Boulder. But by then the war was winding down; the major fact of my life was (and is) depression. I remember sneaking a look at my family physician's notes in my file one time when he briefly left the exam room. It said "severe reactive depression". I was about 20. I did not quite understand how important that would be in my life. Over the years I learned to live with it and cope. But I never flourished or had a "normal" life. Unfortunately leftist political activism did not pay well; I was not able to study or work well. I wound up returning home to live with my mother in 1976. The four years I spent in Boulder was a big mistake. I should never have left my mother alone. She had developed diabetes in the late 1950's. Looking back, it was a slow death sentence for her. I was not there when I heard she had broken her hip. I could not afford to go home, then come back. So some more wasted time went by before I did give up trying to change the world & went home. My mother convinced me to apply for a new Social Security program, SSI disability. I was accepted. Shortly thereafter my mother died of diabetes related complications. I did not do much during those years except run the rental duplex my mother had for my father. And I kept informed of the issues of the times and the politics. I read most of Wilhelm Reich's books. But then I got tripped up by the FBI. They arrested me on charges related to several fan letters I had written to a local Philadelphia TV anchorwoman, Deborah Knapp. She had married present day Congressman Henry Bonilla, R-Texas. Of course I suspected this was a colateral attack on me by the FBI for political reasons, but I could not articulate that or convince my court appointed federal defender. He convinced me to plead guilty to one count. This was a big mistake. I was sent to FCI Butner, N.C. in 1985. I actually read "The Age of Surveillance" in prison! Eventually I got "maxed out" on mandatory parole in 1989. I wound up back at the duplex. I began to expand my political interests into rightist areas, eventually finding libertarianism. I wound up trying my luck at gold mining in California, making several trips over the years. I found camping there for months at a time to be helpful with depression. Needless to say my luck didn't change much! So here I am back in NJ. Maybe I would have had better luck in Atlantic City! Or with the lottery!  I met who would eventually become a friend in Ca. He convinced me to get a computer in 2000. So I have slowly taught myself and do a lot of research on the computer. I'm not too bad & have a good one and high speed internet service. This website and my campaign are my latest projects. I hope that this is helpful for anyone to decide to vote for me! ///  7/28/2006. Just for the record, I am a member of Mensa. (actually my membership has lapsed but I intend to reinstate asap). I do not drink alcohol, smoke MJ, abuse drugs or pop pills. Since at least 25 years ago. Back in the 70's I tried beer which I didn't like the taste. I tried whiskey & brandy.  I tried "diet " pills (dextroamphetamine). Mostly for their "pep" or anti-depressant effect. I tried MJ, which I did inhale. I never tried cocaine, LSD, or any hallucenogen, heroin, etc. I never self-injected, although I had plenty of opportunity to as my mother's diabetes.(plenty of available small gauge needles available back when that was a problem).   The 1 count I pleaded guilty to was 18 USC Section 876.  Later I filed a pro se motion to withdraw guilty plea pursuant to  28 USC Section 2255 and Federal Rules of Criminal Procedure 32 (d). The federal defender was not authorized to assist me after probation violation & was ineffective anyway. This was denied through the US Supreme Court.  My petitions for parole were all denied. I have not been arrested for anything since. I'm not perfect; I do make mistakes. But I try to promptly recognize & correct them. Fortunately I am well centered, usually very accurate, and fairly well informed. I do not lie. /// I am not on any psychogenic medication. ///This entry is being made on July 23 in response to ElfNinos Mom, Stephen Gordon and G.E.Smith on LastFreeVoice comments; That I provide further information about the federal case against me. Very well. But please keep in mind, this was around 1984(coincidence!). Before blogs and e-harmony. And I'd like to preface with some information about the incident in the bar with Bruce Reilly, a former friend from the old neighborhood, Yorkshop Village section of Camden. One day out of the clear blue sky he came around looking for me. My roommate, Paul Reynolds an anarchist, called me from the top of the stairs. I was in the basement. As I walked up the stairs & looked up, there was Bruce pointing a 357 at me & started laughing. We sat in the dining room & talked. He had been in the Navy & in Antarctica & was present when lines of soldiers protected a shipment of nuclear weapons. He got into some sort of trouble stealing things from the base & was discharged. Now he was visiting me & wanted to look up and old girlfriend/mutual friend Patti Blumenstein. We went down the street & visited an old friend Ken Holden, also Navy, where Bruce showed him the gun wrapped in a towel. He then showed me the trunk of his van which had several boxes of hollow point bullets. We agreed to meet later & go see Patti. That evening he insisted we go to a certain bar near Patti's on the Brooklawn Circle. I didn't want to but went along. We were going in when he said he wanted to bring the gun. I said forget it I'm not going in a bar with a loaded gun. He put it in the back of his van. We went in. I nursed a beer. I think he had one or two. He talked with the band. Then he went to make a phone call(pay phones, remember?) Then he came back & said something about going to get his gun & argue with the band. I followed him out & left. As I was walking home police passed me with red lights flashing. Days later I found out he had been arrested for kidnapping a bouncer, and firearms violations. He asked me to testify that the gun was for sale. I had heard nothing about that even with Ken. Just before trial Ken, Carl Canzanese's brother-in law and I went to see his attorney in Philadelphia. There the brother-in-law said he & Carl were in the bar parking lot at the time of this incident. I did not know that. I got to thinking this was looking like some sort of attempt to kill me & make it look like a barroom brawl. When I told the lawyer this & I would not testify that the gun was for sale, my defense subpoena to testify went uncalled. I had talked with the prosecutor, Jaffa Stein. She issued me a subpoena too but also did not call me to testify. Bruce was found not guilty of kidnapping, guilty of firearm violation. My father attended the proceedings. I didn't ask him to; he just did. Now about this time I had written Deborah a couple of fan letters. Welcome to Philly. Over the months I noticed that she was making interesting Freudian slips on the air. Interpreting Freudian slips was/is an interest of mine. Finally I wrote her about it. To my utter amazement her next Freudian slip seemed to be a reference to me! Well, it became fascinating & went on for months. Then she developed a lisp & soon after announced she was pregnant! Well, to me, she had developed an untenable neurotic symptom (lisp) & converted it to a pregnancy. It went on as you can imagine from there. Looking back on it, it was very foolish. I am sorry it happened. It got out of hand. I should have quit writing. Now, the definition of threat in Black's Law Dictionary I have memorized: "A declaration or expression of intention to injure or do harm." The sentences were as far as I can recall: "Has your husband left you, D.? If so, good. It saves me the trouble of bouncing him out of the picture." In a pretrial hearing, the judge said I had threatened to "bump off" the husband. I noted that was incorrect but my federal defender did not & said nothing. My father said he noted that also. Again, there was no English language expert testimony about whether this was actually a threat or not. But there was plenty of psychiatric testimony that I was "delusional" etc. I wound up being convinced to plead guilty in that I would get found guilty. But the sentence in either case would probably been about the same so I did not gain anything by pleading guilty. & I never would have if I had known about the definition of threat. That was a viable defense called "variance". It was one of the grounds for my 2255-"variance with proof" had been found to be sufficient ground to withdraw a guilty plea after conviction. A successful 2255 would have generated an evidentiary hearing pursuant to Rule 8.  My appeals up to the U.S. Supreme Court were denied pursuant to Rule 9. Also later I had filed a FOIPA request & found out there was 2 sets of fingerprints on those letters. One was of course mine. The identity of the other was redacted but it had to be her. I was told she was not reading the letters. I would not have pleaded guilty if I had that exculpatory information. Was it deliberately withheld? I think so. Anyway, I hope this is enough further information. ///