REPOSTS From The Original ZBlog: Where It Began

Entry for August 29, 2006 Resume for Michael F. Zangari M.A.

I think I'm posting this for credibility, if nothing else. The story of my anthrax exposure is in the last posting, directly below this one. It's silliness really. If you are hit by a car are you more credible in your description of the accident if you are a lawyer than a homeless person?
*Note the Changing Font. That's the hackers at work.
Michael F. Zangari M.A.
michael_zangari@yahoo.com


Clinical and Management Experience
1999-2001 Ala Ka’i Na Keiki, Honolulu Hawaii: Independent contractor providing in school and at home outreach therapy for children and families in crisis.
1994-1997 The Waianae Coast Community Mental Health Center, Hale Na’au Pono, Wai’anae, Hawaii. Outreach therapy for children and families in crisis. Manager under Federal CASP grants for pilot programs in intensive crisis management and localized foster homes. Developed biofeedback program for anger and stress management.
1991-1994 Parents Anonymous of Hawaii (Now P.A.R.E.N.T.S), Kaneohe, Hawaii. Parenting Group Facilitator and Outreach Crisis Counseling island wide.
1991-19 1991-1994 The Wai’anae Coast Community Health Center, Wai’anae Hawaii. Counselor and group facilitator for survivors of sexual assault. Manager, Sex Offender Treatment Program. Pilot project under Hawaii Paroling Authority to develop community treatment for sex offenders. Group facilitator and counselor.
1990 222001 Denver Victim Service Center, Denver Colorado. Crisis counselor for crime victims. Pilot Project Manager under Federal Grant to set up groups for crime victims citywide.
1989- 1990- -2001 Boulder County Mental Health, Boulder Colorado. Rape Crisis Team. Certified Rape Crisis Counselor. Dispatcher. Facilitator, Male Survivor Group.
19198 1988-1989 Colorado State University, University Mental Health Clinic, Ft. Collins Colorado. Clinical internship. Counselor at the University Mental Health Clinic.
Other C Certifications:
Court C Court Certified Expert in Sex Abuse and Family Therapy. Deputized Federal Marshal. FEMA trained in critical incident debriefing and crisis management. Qualified for the highest reimbursement category for M.A. level therapists in Hawaii for state sponsored medical insurance. Certified Rape Crisis Counselor. Hawaii Paroleing Authority Trained For Sex Offender Treatment
This re This resume represents the time I have spent as a counseling psychologist. I am also a free lance journalist and novelist. I have worked for over thirty years in the broadcast and print medium. I do seminars on a variety of psychology and health care issues as well as performance art around my novels. I took a wild shot at stand up comedy. Newspaper and magazine articles are available on line at http://zangarijournalism.com Audio and video tapes are available on request.

How Did I get Here?

If you’ve been following this little tag match between the blog and the Web Site you know that I survived a 1998 attempt on my life. At least I think that’s what it was. I have theorized that who ever did it may have been trying to disable me. Why? So I’d be financially strapped and available for wild money making schemes of a nefarious nature. I’ve been detailing some of the events that led to that fateful moment when I slit the envelope open with my finger nail and peered into it. It was as heavy as a dirty diaper and shook like a maraca. The letter was post marked and stamped in Nigeria. In the folds of the letter was about a gram of white powder. I left most of it in the envelope as I eased the letter out.
I opened it and read the manual type writer written page.
It said that if I opened an account for an unnamed person with about $150,000 I could keep the interest on an interest baring account I was to set up. It would be a large sum of money and would provide enough income to live on.
I called the FBI.
The agent who answered the phone said that it was a scam letter that was making the rounds and not to worry.
The powder? Probably talcum powder included to obscure any finger prints.
I lived in a condo with a controlled environment. There were 20 floors of interconnected condos in the building. There was one central air conditioning unit for a sister building as well. At least 800 people lived in my building. My life, and probably theirs was saved by several high density negative ion generators I had running in my apartment. They had been going full blast for the seven years prior to the Nigerian letter. What protection did the postal workers have who processed and delivered the mail? And what of the transportation workers? These things haunt me.
Several years later as I lay gasping like a beached mackerel in the Holmes Regional Medical Center; it occurred to me that the FBI had been wrong. Dead wrong. The cardiologist had come into see me and before even introducing himself said in an exasperated voice “It’s broke.”
“What?” I asked.
“The heart” he said. “It’s broke. You need a heart transplant.”
I was not a happy camper.
In fact I experienced a high level of anger run through my damaged central nervous system. This did great things for my heart rate. I was hospitalized twice more before I stabilized.
Later, my doctor who had been in on the original anthrax alert sent out by the government told me that most, if not all of the anthrax that was going around in 1998 had come from New England. The weapons grade anthrax from Africa was rare. It was a mystery why a foreign national would try to kill me specifically. I am an American that makes me target meat in a crowd. But signaled out for Nigerian Fairy Dust? Why?
There was no follow up from the FBI despite requests. To date the requests have not been answered and I have not been interviewed. In that same year a bomb went off in the FBI headquarters in Honolulu. I hope my file was not among those that were blown to confetti in the attack. I do have a credible second witness. I gave her the evidence. She's an investigative journalist and a popular media figure. There may be a second report.
Somewhere in there the terrorist attack known as 9/11 also happened. There are some mitigating circumstances that I want to discuss with the FBI in regards to that event. I felt that way at the time. And I still do.
By 2005 I had pulled off a miraculous recovery. I had good medication management and a good doctor. I had researched my condition myself and came up with an FDA approved drug that also repaired heart and other organ damage and protected against brain degeneration. It healed cardiomyopathy in rats, why not me? I ordered some from Europe, informed my doctor and provided research. I had a normal EKG for the first time in a decade. The drug was Selegiline. My lungs were clear. My heart was no longer enlarged. With medication, a heart mummer I was born with had calmed. My doctor prescribed the medication. I was on 100% disability for toxic exposure. But I was better. I felt the first twinges of wanting to work again. Prior to proper medication, I had attempted to work. I did five months at the Hometown News as a reporter for the beachside communities. If I had worked more I would have lost my disability. I was still tired. I wasn’t quite ready to do that. I was still post traumatic and angry. The Siligeline came several months later.
There are 20 known cases of anthrax exposure in the United State. Most of those people did not survive.
A couple of years later now, and I am again trying to reestablish my career. The federal government acknowledges that this is very hard after age forty. Harder still with my story line.
“What brings you here?”
“A bio-plague filled envelope.”
I’m about ten years past that challenge. I’m 50. Looking for work has been painful. Slow. Unproductive. What has happened in the last couple of years? I never had problems getting work. Every professional job in psychology I've ever had I got recruited to do. I've run four program and projects under federal and state grant.
As I struggle to put my feet back on the ground I have a new sense of purpose. I know that in order to do what I need to do for myself and community I need to stay visible and active. I know for myself that it is not only essential for my well being, but a good idea for my general health.
I am basically in the same situation I was in pre-anthrax in Hawaii. It started with heavy computer interference and intimidation. I threw up a cyber novel to try and talk about what was going on. That novel was called “Aloha’s End.” I tried to piece together events and document what had happened just before the attack. I initiated a federal lawsuit with the goal of documenting what had happed.
It all came crashing down in flames in the fall of nineteen hundred and ninety-eight.
It was not talcum powder (which would have been bad enough considering the impact it has on the body) in that African envelope. It was something else all together different. Something sinister. And nothing would ever be the same again.
Seven years later, I lost the law suit on a technicality. But the evidence was filed. I had accomplished my goal of documenting part of what happened. I was also exonerated from any wrong doing. I had been fired for not participating in a cover up, "but not for misconduct."
I'm back to pick up where I left off.

A Fizzled Grizarald

A Witness Lament

Obvioulsy things are popping here. I am having a hard time posting new blogs.

Around national elections I have noticed that harassment steps up considerably. It's as if to say "Wait until after the election..."

I get tired of waiting.