Last Night I found my Manuscript Missing.
I had approximately six weeks of work, handwritten, hand-drawn, and some quite explicit and even nasty, unedited storylines. I had put them down in order to photocopy the song. As some commentators unkindly remark, academia is not what it used to be. Where a country that has a 'Taylor Swift' University degree and brings such pernicious and putative instruments of pure gouge such as the DMCA so kindly brings us it's culture, whether we like it or not, the law looks right whilst the tech looks left, and vice versa.
The Law does not have the ears to hear the science, unless it is bundled down into feasible bites as evidence. Science completely ignores the law, all laws except the laws of the dollar; we the people are glamourised by the science, so blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night..
Honest social science attempts to bridge the gap by taking into account all the influences on our psyche, collective and individual, but it is drowned out by the baying chorus of imposters with posh accents, fake pearls, pedigrees and personas.
Thing is, I am not the only person to get mickey-finned while their publisher gets corporate raided (A mole in red stockings is always useful)
See the disconnects? I manifest them here, as an unidentified victim of gaslighting, classic gaslighting on a mammoth scale. A global gaslighting project as evil as slime could never aspire to being.
